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TODAY'S FREE SCAT AND PEE STORY |
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Marvin Blake leaned back in his chair at the local bar and restaurant
tavern of Dayton Ohio and observed the latest of a collection of bimbos to
enter the room. Being a man of great wealth and fortune, Marvin had the
ability to travel the world extensively and exploit many women in the
process. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the record he was
setting in failed and broken marriages and short-term relationships. His
mandate was simple: seduce, perhaps marry, exploit, then leave (or in some
cases be left). Money was his source of power and influence over the
hapless blondes that he met across the world. And there was no shortage of
these types of clueless broads that fell in love and were easily seduced
into his clutches through wealth and money.
Secretly, Mr. Blake was one of the worst perverts a woman could meet.
Though, thanks to years of experience, he was careful not to expose the
dark side of his sexual desires to them - at least not until they were
completely in love with him or fully seduced by his wealth and power. Mr.
Blake loved blondes - especially the type that were not too bright and a bit
on the ditzy side. These were the types that craved lots of attention from
the opposite sex. Specifically, he aimed for the types that were
materialistic in nature - women who based their self worth on how much
jewelry they owned and what type of house and car they had access to. For
Mr. Blake, these women were much more easier to manipulate and seduce into
a relationship - and ultimately his sick and perverted sex games shortly
thereafter.
The blonde cunt he was now observing fit this mold perfectly from a
distance. She had entered the bar with two of her girlfriends. Her
fingers had plenty of cheap gold rings and her wrists were adorned with
semi-lavish jewelry from various ex-boyfriends who wanted to get in her
pants. Judging from her stunning figure and beautiful features, Mr. Blake
could see why. He could tell by the way this slut was knocking down drink
after drink she had obviously turned 21 recently. She was stunningly
gorgeous with long platinum blonde hair that reached down past her slender
shoulders. She was wearing a tight revealing red top that accentuated her
massive breasts. Mr. Blake couldn't quite tell if they were fake or not,
though it didn't really matter to him. Whatever it took for a girl to look
sexy for a man was good enough for him. Her makeup and eyeliner were
heavily applied giving her the appearance of a low class tramp. She was
exactly the type that Mr. Blake preferred.
Obviously this young tart didn't know what high class was. Her whole
appearance was a contradiction in and of itself. On the one hand she was
wearing expensive high-class jewelry revealing her innate desire to appear
wealthy. On the other hand, Mr. Blake could see that she came from a low
class background and poor upbringing because she obviously didn't know how
to dress to match her jewelry. However, her attempt to look rich and
extravagant was clear - and this was an important prerequisite for any
woman under his consideration for sexual exploitation.
Mr. Blake could see that while the jewelry she was wearing was of the
expensive variety, it was nowhere near the kind of jewels he could afford
to buy her. She was not wearing any platinum at all from what he could
see.
The cunning executive smiled to himself. He'd met and dated many bimbos
like this one before. This seduction would be rather easy. Put simply, it
would be a textbook case.
The blonde cunt that Mr. Blake was observing was indeed all that he had
surmised. Her name was Winnie, and she had just turned 21 the day before.
She sat at a nearby barstool anxiously sipping drinks with her friends and
giggling a lot. Winnie was a bundle of excitement and nervousness all
rolled into one. She had never been in a real bar before - at least not
under legal conditions anyway. Being here with her friends made all the
difference in the world. Though Winnie's ultimate goal was to attract a
new boyfriend, she didn't want to be alone while attempting this endeavor -
especially at a bar.
From the earliest age, numerous family members and friends had told
Winnie how pretty she was. The onus of her importance and existence was
almost always centered on how she dressed and looked. Rarely (if ever) was
there ever a mention of her intellectual potential. Her grades at school
were very poor, and it had dawned on her very early on that attracting a
rich and powerful man would save her a lot of hassle in living the good
life. Her self-esteem was nearing rock bottom, and her desire to keep up
with her peers at all costs was increasing every year. Winnie needed a
breadwinner badly. And it was almost a given that she would stop at
nothing to attract the right kind of man.
Though Winnie was by no means an intelligent girl, she did have a clear
understanding of what most men liked in her part of the world. Women were
cherished by how pretty they looked and how feminine they acted. Being
intelligent - or in her case trying to act intelligent - was a sure way to
scare off a great deal of men. It was no coincidence therefore that Winnie
had become a natural giggler and bubble gum blower from a very early age.
Being of low intelligence to begin with, smiling and giggling whenever men
were around came almost natural to her. After a while, it became a habit
that she wasn't even ashamed of. Winnie yearned for love and attention.
Her father almost never gave her the time of day being the heavy drinker
that he was. Her mother never worked a day in her life - instead relying
on her skills in home economics to please her man.
Indeed, Winnie had grown up in an environment that nurtured feminine
subservience and male supremacy - albeit in a subtle way. Winnie wanted
desperately to fall in love with the right kind of man and be whisked away
from her low class surroundings. She wanted to have expensive clothing, a
great car, and a lavish home. Little did she know as she sat there sipping
her vodka martini with her friends that her luck was about to change that
evening - although not necessarily for the better.
Mr. Blake measured his options - given the fact that his intended
victim was surrounded by her giggling entourage. Again, his veteran
instincts took over and he signaled to his waiter. He had to alert this
dumb broad to his presence. And he had to win her over with a token of his
"generosity."
"What can I do for you sir?" Asked the waiter who was obviously kissing
his ass in anticipation of a generous tip.
"See that blonde over there between those two girls?" He inquired.
"Yes sir I do." Replied the waiter sneering a bit.
He had obviously done this routine with many men before - men who were
looking to pick up girls for a quick "one-nighter" at one time or another.
In his humble experience as a waiter, he had seen this ploy fail more often
than not. But given this gentleman's look and appeal, he gave him a chance
of about 50-50.
Mr. Blake was indeed fit for his age. At 48, he had the build of a man
about 15 years younger. He also had the latest style of clothing to match.
With a full head of hair and a slender physique, he could still pass for a
man right out of GQ magazine.
"I'd like to buy her a drink." He stated. "See what she's having then
see to it."
"Yes sir." Replied the waiter.
Mr. Blake calmly looked on as the waiter made his way toward the bar.
His manner and demeanor were smooth and calculated as he stole another
glance over at the hapless blonde. Thankfully the waiter was a pro. He
took his time going toward her end of the bar - checking on other customers
first. Finally he passed by the blonde and glanced briefly at her drink as
he walked by. Then he double-checked by asking the bar tender what it was
she was drinking before placing the order.
Mr. Blake smiled to himself. It wouldn't be long before the blonde
would inquire about him. In his experience, this was done either one of
two ways. The usual scenario when a woman was with her friends was the
"messenger" routine. Mr. Blake disliked this type of ritual because it
was so amateurish and grade school like. He preferred the second of the
two scenarios - the direct approach. Alas, this was usually the only
viable option when a woman was alone - or mature enough to do so even in
the company of companions.
Winnie was neither mature nor well educated. So when she received her
drink, she immediately started whispering excitedly to her friends. Mr.
Blake saw it coming before it even happened. Sure enough, one of the
blonde's friends made her way toward him. The news wasn't all that bad
however - for it wasn't words of rejection.
"My friend's name is Winnie." She began timidly trying not to giggle out
of nervousness. "She wants to thank you for the drink, but she's curious
about who you are."
"Tell her I'm an admirer." Mr. Blake replied making sure to flash his
gold rings and expensive Rolex watch.
The bimbo smiled timidly and returned toward her two friends at the bar.
'Typical.' Thought Mr. Blake to himself. He hated this type of
childish routine. But in order to obtain young cunt, he had to play the
game. With that goal in mind, he finally managed to relax himself. After
all, this was all part of the plan. He had done this many times before
with very rewarding results sexually rewarding to be more specific.
Mr. Blake turned briefly and stole another glance at Winnie's tight -
jean clad bottom. What a seductive name she had. Indeed, much sexual
pleasure could be derived from such a blonde bimbo as this dumb little
tart. Mr. Blake's sadistic mind began to run in circles. His thoughts
began to wander into the deepest realms of depravity. He began thinking of
all the perverse gratification he would obtain from the special things he
would have Winnie do - especially with that sexy young bottom of hers. His
thick penis began to grow in his pants at all the disgusting and degrading
things he had in store for her once he had her wrapped around his finger -
both literally and figuratively.
Mr. Blake's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden departure of
Winnie's two friends as they made there way out of the bar. Apparently his
hint of wealth and power had been conveyed to Winnie by her friend and the
young blonde had decided to take a chance. Mr. Blake could tell that it
was a big one on her part. He could tell just by the way she was fidgeting
and glancing over at him nervously that she had never been alone with a man
in a bar scene before. He took the hint, but decided to test her obedience
and submissiveness from the outset by motioning her to come to him. Most
other men would make there way over to the woman's side of the room. But
not Mr. Blake. It was much easier to measure a woman's desperation or
passiveness by whether or not they stood up and came over to HIS side of
the room.
In almost every case, Mr. Blake was careful to pre-select women with a
natural tendency toward submissiveness. He had become a magnificent body
language reader over the years. And he could see through many women's
insecurities just by the way they moved their hands through their hair and
also by the way they dressed. In rare cases, he had been wrong in his
preconceptions. Occasionally, the woman he was stalking did not get up for
him. When this happened, Mr. Blake never pursued the relationship any
further making sure to avoid conversation altogether.
Mr. Blake despised liberated women. And he preyed upon helpless
females who were extremely insecure about themselves and sought
self-assurance and ego gratification through the approval of men - or in
Mr. Blake's case, father figures. Mr. Blake could tell that Winnie didn't
receive much attention from her father even before the two had spoken a
word. He could tell this by the way she quickly stood up grinning from in
ear to ear at the thought of receiving any sort of attention from a strange
man at a bar. Apparently she wasn't nervous about him at all, she was
simply nervous about how she looked and whether she would impress him
enough to take her out or not - hence the nervous hand gestures and quick
glances.
Mr. Blake watched Winnie walk toward him. Though she obviously wasn't
very bright, she did know how to wiggle her ass when she walked. This was
a trick most insecure women learned and mastered at a very early age.
Winnie wasn't wearing any high heels, but this would soon change as Mr.
Blake got to know her better.
As she walked toward him, Winnie felt extremely nervous. But his beckon
was strong and alluring. And now that she had already decided to obey his
call, she found it impossible to resist or ignore - let alone turn back.
She wasn't used to approaching men under any circumstance. In most cases,
guys tended to approach her. Winnie had grown accustomed to this kind of
treatment. Despite her constant insecurity, she knew full well that she
was well endowed when it came to good looks. She knew that most men were
attracted to her tits, and a lot of men told her so. Yet for some strange
reason, the men she went to bed with usually left her for good the next
morning. Some of the men would fake interest and promise to call her, but
they never followed up. This type of rejection made her feel even more
insecure. But the stupid blonde had no idea why the men were dumping her
the next day.
In truth, men saw her for what she was - a dumb blonde slut who was only
worthy of a one night stand. Winnie was blind to this, and so she yearned
to become a better "woman" no matter what the cost - even if it meant
breast augmentation or applying more makeup. She just didn't understand.
Nor could her tiny brain even begin to fathom the truth about why men
didn't respect her. It was indeed a vicious cycle of trying to prove her
worth through the only means she knew how - sex. The men, in turn, would
lose respect for her afterward.
Perhaps this older man would be a change for the better. From all
outward appearances, he appeared to be well dressed, quite handsome, and
rich. Winnie hated admitting it to herself, but a man's wealth and power
was of the highest priority on her list of materialistic desires.
"Hel...hello sir." Winnie stammered as she made her way to an empty
chair.
"Good evening Winnie. It is Winnie isn't it?" Responded Mr. Blake as
he calmly took a sip from his drink.
"Yes sir it is." Blushed Winnie trying to hide her nervousness.
Mr. Blake wasn't shy about eyeing her up. In fact, is visual advances
were blatantly clear from the outset. This made Winnie even more nervous -
though this was not the first time a man had eyed her body up and down. In
fact, she was more concerned that she would somehow fail his visual
inspection. The man was clearly rich, and Winnie began to breath heavily
as it began to dawn on her that she had struck gold literally.
Mr. Blake completed his visual inspection. He was pleased to see that
Winnie fell in line with his routine. She had stood there patiently in the
open while he completed his visual sweep of her large firm tits and tight
cut-off jeans. Satisfied with the results, he motioned for her to take a
seat across from him.
"My name is Marvin Blake." He began. "It's nice to meet a pretty young
lady like you. Would you care for some dinner to go along with those
drinks you've been having?"
Winnie blushed at the compliment. Her dim little mind was running in
circles at the possibility of dating such a wealthy man. His question
demanded and answer, and as much as she didn't like to admit how poor she
was at home, she was indeed hungry.
"Y...yes Mr. Blake...if it's OK with you." She stammered again unable
to control a nervous giggle.
"Well that would be just fine with me." Replied Mr. Blake as he
motioned for his waiter. "It will give us plenty of time to get to know
each other."
Winnie giggled again and put her hand to her mouth - feeling as if she
was being a naughty girl giggling in public.
"Tell me Winnie dear. Have you ever been out of Ohio before?" Asked Mr.
Blake knowing full well she probably hadn't.
"Once or twice." She replied managing a shy smile. "I really can't
remember. It was a long time ago."
"I see." Said Mr. Blake. "I hope you won't take this next question the
wrong way, but have you had any secondary education?"
"What do you mean?" Asked Winnie not knowing what the term meant.
Mr. Blake's question had already been answered with this response, but
he wanted to find out just how dumb this girl really was.
"Did you graduate from high school?"
"What is this?...like some sort of interview?" She smiled.
"No it's not Winnie dear. On the contrary, I couldn't care less if you
didn't. I don't judge women by there intelligence. You seem awfully
attractive and that's good enough for me."
Winnie was taken back by Mr. Blake's bold statements. However she was
glad that he found her attractive. Though she found it quite odd that he
placed no emphasis on her intelligence whatsoever. Of course, Winnie knew
that acting intelligent scared a lot of men off - and she knew full well
that she couldn't pass for an intelligent girl even if she tried - but the
very fact that he PREFFERED her that way disturbed her. But still, didn't
most men?
"Well..." She began nervously. "I dropped out of high school my
sophomore year. I really didn't like school all that much. I ain't never
liked my teachers either."
"Relax Winnie dear. I'm not trying to crucify you for your lack of
education."
Winnie didn't know what to make of this man calling her "dear" so soon.
After all, she had only met the man.
"What do you mean...crucify?" She asked not knowing what this term meant
either.
"Never mind darling. Here comes our waiter to take our order."
Mr. Blake allowed Winnie to order first. Obviously she had no idea
what most of the terms on the menu meant. As he predicted, she ordered a
typical white trash meal.
"I'll have a cheeseburger and fries." She told the waiter.
"And I'll have your Veil Parma jean." He chimed in.
The waiter left with the order and Mr. Blake continued the evening with
small talk conversation conversation that was simple for dumb little Winnie
to understand. During the course of the meal, Mr. Blake made sure to
"wow" her with his knowledge and understanding of the world. He told her
about all the countries he had been to as well as the large yacht that he
owned in the South Pacific. He made sure to drum it into her stupid head
about how wealthy and powerful he was and how it was such an exclusive
privilege to even be sitting at the same table as he.
Indeed, Winnie felt awestruck by his wealth, power, and presence. And
by the end of the evening, she knew that she would do anything to keep this
man interested in her. Mr. Blake already knew this by her body language.
He sensed by the way she smiled at him and pretended to understand various
things that he was telling her that she was warming up to him. Now it was
safe to make his move.
"How would you like to come back to my mansion for a night cap darling?"
Asked Mr. Blake with a seductive smile.
Winnie didn't quite know what a "night cap" was, but she had a feeling
that knew exactly what he wanted, and she was prepared to give herself to
him right then in there. After all, he seemed quite attractive for a man
of his age. Winnie guessed that he was in his mid to late thirties, but
she had enough common sense not to ask his age right away. By the way he
looked and appeared, she couldn't care less anyway. He was rich, powerful,
and he had a YACHT!
"Hmmmm..." Winnie purred in a sexy tone while twirling her pretty blonde
hair. "I just love it when you call me 'darling' like that Mr. Blake."
No more words needed to be exchanged. Having paid the bill, Mr. Blake
rose from the table and led the gullible blonde outside to his Cadillac.
He made sure to give the waiter a generous tip.
On the way to the mansion, Winnie was a ball of nervousness and
excitement all rolled into one. The drive was quite lengthy and it took
almost an hour to arrive at Mr. Blake's residence. Winnie was beginning
to wonder if climbing into a car with a stranger she barely even knew was a
good idea. But like most of her dim-witted friends, the image of this
man's wealth and power pervaded her thoughts continuously. Winnie liked
the feeling of riding in a rich expensive car. In addition, she seemed to
enjoy the feeling of uncertainty more and more. But most of all, this man
had an image of wealth, success, and tranquility about him that somehow
managed to sooth her inner fears.
"Here we are my lovely one." Stated Mr. Blake as the large Cadillac
pulled into a steep driveway which seemed to stretch almost a quarter of a
mile toward a large brick estate with three floors and what appeared to be
several rooms.
Winnie couldn't believe her thoughtless eyes. Here she was at the
tender age of only 21. And she was about to have the biggest chance of her
life to seduce this man and get in on all the riches. It seemed too good
to be true to the dumb blonde.
Mr. Blake held the door for Winnie when they exited the car. Winnie
didn't know how to react to such gentlemanly manners. She had never been
treated this way before. So she just shrugged and giggled and murmured a
small "thanks" as they headed toward the front door of the mansion. Mr.
Blake had a raging hard-on in his pants. He knew he had this thoughtless
twit hook, line, and sinker. All he had to do was play it smooth. For the
time being, he would have to play things her way.
Winnie couldn't believe her eyes. The mansion was huge on the inside
with hanging chandeliers and a marble staircase. The floor and furniture
were made of solid oak and there were paintings of all sorts of sizes and
colors. Dumb little Winnie couldn't even begin to imagine what they meant
or their worth in value. She just stuck a confused finger in her sweet
little mouth and sucked nervously. Mr. Blake observed this and was
pleased. This was exactly the type of woman he wanted in his evil
clutches.
"Come with me dear. The servants are out." He began. "Care for a
drink?"
"Sure." Replied the baffled blonde as she was lead into a huge living
room with lavish serving tables.
"What type of drink would you like my dear? I have several kinds of
wine or bourbon."
"Do ya have any beer or soda?" Asked the dumb blonde.
Mr. Blake smiled to himself. This was the typical request of a white
trash girl who had no clue about classy behavior or beverages.
"Sure darling. Just sit your sweet little buns on that couch over there
and I'll fetch you some. You don't mind me referring to you in such a way
do you Winnie dear?"
"No sir, not at all. I like it here and I hope you'll let me stay for
the evening." She stated giving him a sexually suggestive glare.
"That all depends on you my dear." Replied the confidant millionaire.
Winnie knew exactly what Mr. Blake meant, and she was prepared to
submit to his desires. Little did she know that by the time the
relationship hit full swing, she would submit to his EVERY desire.
Mr. Blake brought out an expensive looking beer mug filled with a shiny
golden ail. Already feeling a bit tipsy from all the drinking she had done
at the bar, Winnie drank the beer slowly. Being young and naïve, she had
no idea with regard to her tolerance level for alcohol. Mr. Blake was
counting on this, for it meant that she would be more receptive toward
subtle demands - such as the type of lingerie he preferred her to wear
before they made love.
When they had finally made their way into Mr. Blake's lavish bedroom
suite, Winnie was feeling the effects of alcohol much more strongly. She
was lazy on her feet and feeling very horny. The size of the bedroom was
enormous and she felt as if she had been swept off her feet by a prince in
shining armor with the way she was being treated.
Mr. Blake grabbed hold of her upon closing the door and thrust his body
against hers. His lips mashed against hers in lustful fashion as he
scooped her lazy body up and carried her to the bed. Winnie didn't resist.
Instead, she returned his kiss with a moist tongue inside his mouth and
reached for his cock. Mr. Blake still had his trousers on.
"Wait my dear." He said.
"What do ya mean Marvin?" She asked in a lustful voice.
He could tell she was horny beyond belief. She was now putty in his
hands.
"Don't you think you should be wearing something a little
more...comfortable?" He asked in a suggestive manner.
"What do ya mean Marvin? I don't have anything to wear besides what I
got on." She pouted.
"I can fix that my dear. You see - I am rather experienced at this sort
of thing." He proclaimed in a tone that borderlined on bragging.
"Mmmmmm...I can tell." She said lustfully licking her lips. "What did
you have in mind for me to wear sir?" She purred.
"I like it when you call me 'sir' Winnie." He stated testing her
submissiveness right there on the spot.
"Mmmmmm....you do?" She smiled sexily not realizing the gravity of his
remark or the hint of what was to come with this man later on in the
following weeks.
"I do my dear." He replied. "Let's just say I prefer...well...an old
fashioned kind of girl. I'm sure you know what I mean."
Even though she was slightly drunk, Winnie had enough sense about her to
know what he meant. However it was nothing new to her. All her life she
sought to please men. She had been conditioned by her upbringing to
coordinate her behavior to accommodate and bring pleasure to a boy - or in
this case a man. Winnie knew instinctively what to do, and her behavior
suggested as such.
"Yessss Mr. Blake." She purred. "I think I know just the kind of girl
you're looking for."
With those words, Winnie began to smile and giggle slightly - sticking a
dumb finger in her mouth as she began to crawl toward him on all fours.
Mr. Blake loosened his tie and unzipped his trousers. In a fit of lust, he
had briefly forgotten about the outfit he had wanted her to wear - but only
momentarily. Regaining his senses, he halted her advance just as her face
was level with his belt buckle.
"Not quite yet my dear." He began. "You will have all night to prove to
me you are worthy of being treated like a princess. If you want to be
treated well, I expect more than just a blowjob in return. I must inform
you that I am very demanding of my women, and I expect you to fall in line
with my demands if you want me to be your bread winner and keep you happy."
This was music to Winnie's ears. Here was Mr. Blake promising to take
care of her and buy her things as long as she did as she was told. Her dim
little mind didn't register that this was a subtle form of sexual slavery.
All she knew was that this man was promising to take care of her and treat
her like a "princess" of all things! Soon she would be rich and drive
around in fancy cars and have fancy clothes. This was all she could ever
hope for in her small, pathetic little life. Mr. Blake seemed like a very
wealthy and powerful man. Winnie knew this by everything she had observed.
Even though this was only their first night together, she knew that she had
found the right man. He was authoritative and very much in charge, and she
respected him. She would do whatever it took to stay in his good graces.
Though despite her sincere intention to keep this powerful man pleased
and happy, Winnie was quite stupid, and she did not know just how far she
would have to go to meet this man's deepest and darkest desires. To her,
it was simply a matter of keeping this man's cock satisfied. She expected
that sexual intercourse, blowjobs, and wearing sexy underwear would be
enough to meet these expectations.
She was wrong. Mr. Blake was indeed a pervert of the worst sort, and
it would take much more to satisfy his "needs" than just that.
Unfortunately for her, she would be wrapped around his finger and fully
dependant upon him before she found out exactly what it was he wanted from
her. In the next few weeks, Mr. Blake intended to wean her slowly away
from her friends and family. Slowly, several hints would be dropped on a
progressive basis as to what exactly he wanted her to do for him. Mr.
Blake was fully intent on gradually leading dumb little Winnie in this
perverted direction, and soon she would come to realize - much too late of
course - that what he wanted from her was much more disgusting and filthy
than her dim little mind could possibly imagine.
Mr. Blake withdrew a pair of cherry red thigh highs from a walk-in
closet near the rear of the large bedroom. He also carried with him a
jet-black leather bra of the sleazy variety and a pair of shiny black high
heels to match. He gave her a warm smile and told her firmly to put them
both on. Winnie did as she was told. She was surprised to find that the
bra had large circular holes where her areolas and nipples were supposed to
be encased. She blushed slightly and felt a bit cheap, but she put the
skimpy articles on nonetheless.
"That's right my dear. Put them on. They make you so much more
attractive than you are now." Said Mr. Blake in a firm voice with a hint
of lust.
Winnie tried to smile at his compliment despite her obvious
embarrassment. She yearned to be more attractive toward him. However, her
guilt and shame over such trashy attire did not go unnoticed by Mr. Blake.
His cock was getting thirstier for her trashy lips by the second - the very
sight of her shame and guilt bringing pleasure to his balls and cock.
"Come here my dear Winnie." He commanded as he beckoned toward her.
Winnie finished the last touches of her attire and began to walk toward
him.
"No my darling..." he cut her short. "I would find it much more
attractive if you crawled to me just as you did before."
Winnie felt even more humiliated and cheap, but the image of this man's
wealth and power continued to pervade her thoughts despite her guilt.
Slowly she got on all fours and crawled seductively toward him until her
face was even with the zipper on his trousers.
Mr. Blake slowly unbuckled his belt and pulled down the zipper. Gently
he reached in and removed his huge pink snake from its temporary captivity.
Winnie gasped at the size of his penis. It was at least eight inches long
and bulging with lust for her.
"It likes you Winnie." He told her soothingly. "Especially young and
impressionable girls like you."
Winnie didn't know what he meant by "impressionable". Her vocabulary
did not extend that far into his level of education. But she knew
instinctively what to do when it came to servicing a man's cock. She knew
instinctively to encase her white trash lips around his thick meat and
begin to suck and slurp like a good girl. Mr. Blake observed his dumb
little prize from above as he placed a hand behind her head to guide her.
Her lips were moist and slippery and her tongue felt so soft and special as
it slithered around his thick greasy shaft. Winnie's head bobbed up and
down in perfect rhythm. Clearly she had plenty of experience when it came
to blowjobs. Mr. Blake could see part of her exposed nipples underneath
her platinum blonde hair. They looked so young, firm, voluptuous, and
pink. The bra wrapped tightly around her breasts - forcing her tender pink
nipples to push out further.
"Moan for me Winnie darling..." Commanded Mr. Blake between heavy
breaths.
Winnie began to moan softly in a high-pitched tone. She knew from
previous experience that this drove boys crazy. She had no doubt that it
would have the same effect on a grown man such as the rich and powerful Mr.
Blake.
The sight of Winnie's platinum blonde hair, coupled with her fleshy pink
nipples, trashy attire, and delicate moans of pleasure, was enough to push
Mr. Blake completely over the edge. Winnie knew it was coming. She tried
to remove her mouth from his cock but Mr. Blake held her head firmly in
place.
"Don't make me angry darling..." Mr. Blake panted Ton the verge of
climax. "Just take it like a good girl...you'll make me very
pleased...arggghhhhhh."
Winnie knew better than to make any man angry. Besides, she was too
drunk to push herself away and resist his grasp. She remembered once how
one of her previous boyfriends had slapped her around when he became
displeased with her behavior. Mr. Blake had been kind and generous to her
- buying her dinner and all. Suddenly she felt less guilty and her shame
began to subside. She wanted to please this powerful man in any way she
could. Somehow she sensed that he knew what was best for her. He was in
complete control.
Within moments, she felt a sudden surge between her slutty - uneducated
lips, as Mr. Blake's cock grew thicker starting from the bottom and
surging toward the top. Almost instantly, a thick steady stream of white
goop entered her moist mouth and splashed against her worthless tongue.
Another wad of thick smelly cream splashed against the back of her throat.
Winnie gagged and had to swallow. Another burst of slime was more than she
could contain and it found little room for haven inside her white trash
mouth. Winnie's lips were still firmly encased around Mr. Blake's
spurting penis. Despite this, a long thick stream of white man cream oozed
out from behind her lips and dribbled down her chin - forming a puddle on
the floor.
"Swirl it around in your mouth Winnie dear. It will make you much more
attractive to me." Said Mr. Blake as he withdrew his cock and knelt down -
placing his nose and face close to her mouth.
It was clear that Mr. Blake wanted to see this degrading activity up
close. Winnie understood that it gave him pleasure in some sort of
perverse way. But she was in no position to argue or resist. Slowly she
swirled the thick goo around in her mouth. She opened it and let Mr.
Blake look inside.
"Breath on me dear. I want to smell what's inside of you." Said Mr.
Blake firmly.
Winnie was beginning to feel degraded and disgusted. Even worse, she
was beginning to feel nauseated.
"That's a good girl Winnie dear...your breath smells so sweet like that.
You won't mind if I take a picture do you?"
Winnie couldn't respond with a mouth full of cum. She reluctantly
nodded her head as she continued to swirl the disgusting slime around the
top and base of her sweet pink tongue and gums. Mr. Blake withdrew a
camera from a nearby drawer and snapped a few photos of her dribbling chin
and sticky face. Then he told her to open wide while he snapped some
close-ups of the inside of her mouth.
What a treat this slut was going to be! In time (perhaps within a few
days), he would make sure to coerce this sweet little piece of trash into
letting him take many more pictures of her worthless body. He smiled at
the thought of the sexy outfits he would have her wear.
Mr. Blake concluded the evening by being very kind and generous to
Winnie. He had her strip out of her high heels, thigh highs, and leather
bra and slip into a warm hot tub which he prepared especially for her.
Then he helped bathe her by sponging her down in all her special areas and
giving her a generous silk nightgown to wear to bed. Winnie soon forgot
about how filthy she had been treated that night. She once again warmed up
to the idea of being treated like a princess by this man. In hindsight,
sucking this man's cock and swallowing his sperm was a small price to pay
for such lavish treatment at the end of the night - and she just LOVED the
expensive nightgown lingerie he had given her to wear to bed.
* * * *
The following evening (and many more after), Mr. Blake had Winnie
adorned in lingerie of a most degrading variety. He had her dress up in
trashy leather shorts that revealed almost everything that was supposed to
be covered. On other evenings he had her dress in a little girl's nightie.
Sometimes he would bring out the most perverse things for a girl her age to
wear. For example, a short pair of pink cotton panties with daisies on
them (the kind that a five year old girl would normally wear). Other times
he had her adorned in a slave collar and choker with silver metal studs.
She found it quite odd that he enjoyed leading her around in a leash. She
almost threw a fit when he asked her to drink water out of a pet food bowl.
All of this would have been quite unbearable were it not for the
fabulous way he treated her otherwise. He was very loving toward her
(after he had climaxed of course) and bought her many fine things. He took
her to amusement parks and bought her ice cream and lots of sexy clothes.
For Winnie, it was almost like a dream come true. All her stupid little
life she had wanted to be treated this way. But until now, this kind of
life had never seemed to materialize for her. After giving her body to
many boyfriends, she always wound up dumped and feeling ashamed of herself
afterward. But Mr. Blake was different. Although she conceded to herself
that he had the most perverse sexual tastes she had ever experienced, she
realized that he was also providing her with a lifestyle she had always
yearned to have. She had lots of free time without having to work a single
day and plenty of "gifts."
But the warning signs were already beginning to show. Dumb little
Winnie was too naïve and in love with Mr. Blake to see them clearly. As
the weeks progressed, so did his insatiable desires for the perverse.
Winnie had dimly noted that he enjoyed looking at her ass. On several
(more recent) occasions, he had even requested that she turn her back and
get on all fours while he played with it and inspected it. She had
remembered blushing once as she felt her ass cheeks parted and she could
swear she felt his nose press up against her tight brown crinkle. She
could hear him inhaling the dirty musky fragrance at the center of her
heart shaped bottom and feeling quite embarrassed. Winnie never had a
boyfriend take an interest in this special part of her anatomy. She had
always believed that daddies were the only ones who "inspected" this part
of a girl and only when she was little and in the middle of having her
hiney wiped or her diaper changed. But with Mr. Blake, it felt quite
different, perverse, and rather shameful and embarrassing.
It was also about this time that she was beginning to sense his presence
outside the bathroom when she was on the potty. At first, she had
dismissed his presence as being mere coincidence. But lately, she would
exit the bathroom to find him standing there with a raging hardon and lust
in his eyes. Still, she was to dumb and naïve to make any sort of
connection.
On this particular day, things would be revealed to her a little more
clearly - though not yet fully.
"Winnie dear."
"Yes sir." She replied in a dreamy bimbo voice knowing full well he
liked to be called "Sir."
"I have a special gift for you today." He stated suggestively.
Winnie knew that this could mean only one of two things. Either it was
the usual "cock in her mouth" surprise that was becoming increasingly more
prevalent in her stupid little life, or it was really an expensive gift.
This time, it was the latter of the two.
"What is it sir?" she smiled seductively staring at his pants in search
of his usual manly bulge.
"It's out in the garage my dear. I bought it while you were napping."
He replied confidently. "Would you like to see it?"
"Oh yes Marvin! I mean sir..." she replied meekly having corrected her
obvious mistake.
"Then come my darling. I will show you what will soon be yours."
With that, Mr. Blake lead the dumb little tart down the huge flight of
stairs and headed toward the east side of his mansion. Winnie was wearing
nothing but a pink silk nightie and white cotton panties that had been
bought specifically for her a few days earlier at Mr. Blake's expense.
Presently they came to the huge door that lead to the massive garage. Mr.
Blake opened it and stepped aside so that Winnie could get a clear view of
her new toy.
Winnie's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw her new
surprise. It was a bright red Porsche with all the amenities - including a
T-Top roof. In addition, the seats were jet-black leather.
"Wow! Like...is this for me???" Winnie stammered barely able to contain
her excitement.
"It's all yours and it's brand new. I'm talking zero mileage
sweetheart." Responded her sugar daddy from behind.
"Oh my god...this is incredible!" The dumb blonde blurted out.
"But..." Continued Mr. Blake as he took hold of her arm and turned her
to face him. "All things have their price. I'm sure you understand Winnie
dear."
Winnie looked up to see him dangling the keys to the vehicle high above
her head where she couldn't possible reach with her short thin frame.
Winnie thought she knew what he wanted. But today, the action would go
much further than she would anticipate.
"Lift your dress Winnie Poo." He commanded.
Mr. Blake had been calling her by that name quite recently. Yet the
dumb blonde had no idea of the significance of her new nickname. She had
dismissed it as a vague reference to the fictional children's character
"Winnie The Pooh" and so she didn't seem to mind him calling her by this
new nickname.
Winnie did as she was told and lifted her nightie - revealing a modest
pair of child like cotton panties. They were plain white with silk trim on
the sides. However they were by no means in the form of a g-string or
thong. They were the regular (full) kind that covered all the normal areas
of her feminine bottom and genitals. Mr. Blake pulled her closer to him
and forcefully stuck a large fat finger near the crotch of her panties.
Winnie knew that he was searching for the usual wet spot that he had become
accustomed to, but on this occasion she had been caught off guard and was
not moist yet. She did not expect to be doing any sort of sexual activity
at (or near) the large mansion garage.
Feeling no moisture, Mr. Blake suddenly became angry. Suddenly he
raised his hand and slapped her hard across her white trash mouth.
"You stupid cunt!" He shouted. "I give you everything...EVERYTHING!
And you respond to me like this?" Without me you're worthless! No other
man would dream of having a steady relationship with you! I'm all you've
got! So you'd better warm up to me sweetie! Or else..."
He didn't need to go any further. Winnie was already whimpering like a
good little submissive. Deep down inside her dopey little head she knew he
was right. All the other boys she had dated had left her the next day.
Marvin was the only man who had stuck by her all these weeks. He had
treated her like a princess, and she felt ashamed that she wasn't wet for
him.
"p...please...sir...i....i'm...i'm sorry...." she stammered. "i...i'll
do anything you ask...just don't hit me...i....(sob)...i'll be good.
"I'll HIT you whenever I please Winnie! You're my property now.
Everything you own I have provided for you. The least you will do is
respect my authority. I've treated you like a sweet little princess, and
you WILL love and cherish me as long as I provide for you. And above all
else, you will OBEY!"
If things hadn't been clear to Winnie before, they were definitely clear
to her now. Mr. Blake was all she had left. Her family had cut her off
after learning she had run away with him without notice (let alone
permission). She hadn't seen her friends in nearly three months. And with
each passing day that she had fallen in love with Marvin, her friends and
family had become nothing but a distant memory in her dim little mind. Her
tiny world revolved exclusively around Marvin and no one else. Now she
needed Mr. Blake more than ever before. The last thing she wanted was to
be dumped on the street without any food to eat or anywhere else to go.
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