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Kendall and Veronica Go To Kinks Castle	By : Deadman Category: S through Z > Veronica Mars Views: 3050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars nor the characters from it I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Author's Note: This is an older story that I didn’t really have a place to post when I originally wrote it. This is a four part story with an alternate ending for the final chapter. Been thinking about writing a new story based on one of the endings.
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Kendall’s POV

This is going to be fun. I stand there in my hallway in my string bikini and 6” heels, holding the martini I just poured for myself a few minutes ago, waiting for her to come around the corner and see me. She thinks she’s so smart, coming in here when she thinks there’s no one around to search for clues. The only thing she’s going to find here is the very pissed off owner of the house and a little surprise. I take a sip of my martini as I hear carefully paced footsteps trying to sneak my way. She slowly comes in to view looking behind her to make sure no one can sneak up on her. That would be a good plan, if there weren’t someone in front of her.

“Well, if it isn’t the town pariah Veronica Mars.”

She jumps at the sudden announcement of my presence, turning around and staring wide eyed at me. She starts pretending to look around.

“Oh uh, Mrs. Casablancas... Dick wouldn’t happen to be here would he? I need to talk to him about something.”

I roll my eyes at her lame excuse for breaking into my house.

“No, I’m pretty sure he went out for the day.”

More like I told him to go away by giving him the money to spend all day at a strip club. I hate being interrupted.

“Oh, well that’s weird because the butler at the door told me that he was here and to just come right in and find him.”

I take a sip of my martini before smiling at her.

“I gave the butler the day off. Do you want to tell me why you decided to break into my house?”

She starts to glare at me and I can’t help but think it’s actually quite cute, in an annoying sort of way.

“Actually, I don’t.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and leans on her back foot. I slowly saunter up, stopping about two and a half feet from her.

“Well then, allow me? I’m betting that by now you’ve either figured out what, or heard that I’ve got something on your father. So being the nosy little pain in the butt daughter that you are, you decided to come over here to find it, or at least find something on me that you can use as a bargaining chip.”

She flinches at how accurate my information is. My smile grows even wider at her silent admission. I take one final sip of my martini to finish it off and then saunter over to the entry way to the living room, setting my glass down on the nearby table.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you Little Ms. Mars, but there isn’t anything in here to find. It’s all being kept in triplicate by some very nice Irish friends of mine in a place you’ll never go. After all, I’m pretty certain you don’t want to go anywhere near them after what happened the last time now do you?”

Veronica just stands there and does more glaring at me. I can’t wait to make that face change.

“I wouldn’t mind having a little chat with you though... woman to woman.”

I look her up and down. And what a woman she is... a little young, but definitely worth the trouble. I tilt my head in the direction of the living room, saying I wanna chat in there.

“Let’s talk shall we?”

I make my way into the living room and head towards the couch, which faces both the TV and the pool. It isn’t until I’m halfway to my destination that she follows me.

“I guess I should ask, seeing as how you apparently set all this up just to get me here, what is it that you want from me?”

She catches up to me and I stop suddenly in front of the couch, spinning on my heels to face her. She’s such an impatient little brat.

“We’ll get to that later. First I want to make sure we’re clear about a few things.”

I plop myself down on the couch and cross my legs. She stands there for a second before heading to one of the comfortable side chairs that compliment my couch. I stick my foot out straight and she runs into it, stopping her in her tracks.

“Ah, ah... you broke into my house. You don’t get the luxury of enjoying my furniture.”

She faces me, again crossing her arms over her chest.

“While we’re making things clear then, who was it that you paid to look like you left the house so I figured I could get into an empty house?”

I make a mock sad face at her question.

“Aww, it’s easy when you have friends like mine Veronica. And speaking of them, that’s not the only thing they did for me to help put today together.”

She gets a sudden look of panic on her face, probably assuming that some of the Fitzpatrick family was here hiding somewhere.

“No, they’re not here, you don’t have to worry. At least, they’re not here physically anyway. They are here in spirit though... so to speak.”

“Meaning?”

“Well... friends like mine, they have connections everywhere. Connections like, into security companies and such.”

She stays quiet, expecting more explanation to come. I always knew she was a smart girl.

“You see, I got in touch with one such connection, anticipating that we’d be meeting today and had him add a couple extra feeds going to important places from the security system my absentee husband installed after I moved in and before he... moved out. Your entire felony, breaking and entering, was recorded in high definition color video... three times.”

I lean over just enough to pick up the phone on the couch-side table. I play with the handset a little as I lock eyes with her to see her reactions.

“I’d say with the invasion of privacy charge you’re looking at 2 to 3 years at least.”

And now for the hook...

“Unless you can give me a reason not to, that is.”

I can see by the look in her eyes that she’s trying to hold back her rage at the situation I’ve put her in.

“I always had a feeling you were a bitch Kendall.”

Hmm, that’s not gonna work.

“You know I think I liked it better when you called me Mrs. Casablancas.”

“What do you want?”

I circle my wrist, the phone in hand to get her to continue. She rolls her eyes and glares.

“What do you want, Mrs. Casablancas?”

“Much better... and, putting it simply, I’ve decided I’m not having as much fun as I could be. I want you to help me have more fun.”

“And how exactly am I helping you do that?”

Bingo... I look over to the TV stand, pointing at it with the antenna of the phone.

“I put something in the top drawer of the TV stand for you to find. Go and get it for me.”

She just stays where she is. Hmm, she’s not quite ready yet. I extend my leg out, shoving her gently with the end of my foot. She wobbles a little but doesn’t even adjust her footing. All right then, I’ll just have to call her bluff, like she’s trying to call mine. I hit the on button.

“Fine, I’ll just have to call the police. Apparently I have an intruder in my house.”

I wait a few more seconds before making like I’m going to call the police. My thumb goes over the 9 and she finally budges, making her way over to the TV. I turn off the phone and keep an eye on her ass in the jeans she’s wearing as she bends over slightly to open the drawer. Very nice...

“What the hell is this?”

She turns around as she pulls out the little outfit I put in there for her. In one hand she has the flimsy little white dress shirt, and in the other she has the plaid extra-mini skirt.

“Well, the way I figure it, you’ve been a very naughty little school girl with all the bad things you did to get yourself here. You might as well act the part.”

“I am NOT wearing this!”

I turn the phone on again and dial 9 and 1. I let my thumb hover over the 1.

“I hope you like California State Penn. I know for a fact that the women there like the smaller girls. Not to mention, I don’t think I would’ve survived there if it hadn’t been for the protection of the Fitzpatrick’s reach. I’m sure you’ll do fine there. The spunky stuck up chicks always have it easy in prison.”

I go to press the second 1 and she stops me.

“Wait... okay, I’ll do it.”

She puts both pieces in one hand and then starts to undo her jeans. I think I should get a better look at this.

“Hold on, come back over here and do that.”

She stops what she’s doing and walks back over to where she was standing before. She gives me this indignant look.

“Better?”

I reach my leg out to be sure I can hit her with my foot if I have to.

“Much... go ahead.”

She rolls her eyes at me and then pops the button on her jeans. She unzips the zipper and I tilt my head slightly to the left to watch as she takes hold of the waist of her jeans and leans forward, pulling down her jeans to her ankles. She stands up straight to step out of them and I just have to look at her nice, semi-toned feminine legs. She bends down to reach for her jeans on the floor. I stick my foot out to stop her.

“Leave them...”

She straightens up and stands there, unsure of what to do next. I tilt my head the other way, admiring her legs. Veronica finally decides what to do. Unfortunately, it’s to put on the skirt, which is wrong. As she leans forward with the skirt’s waist in both hands I kick out my leg, hitting her forearm with the top of my foot.

“Don’t do that just yet. Take your shirt off first. Let me look at you.”

Her eyes fall on mine and that glare is back and worse than ever. I’ll have to make sure she stops doing that. But only if she starts to act on that glare, otherwise it’s kinda sexy. I can’t help but feel a little flushed as our eyes stay locked on each others. I graze my middle fingernail across my collar bone as we continue the stare down and my skin tingles where I’m touching it. After a few moments she flinches. I grin at her as she straightens up again. She knows I have her beat. I hear a scoff of disgust from her as she grabs the bottom of her white-green t-shirt.

“You really are a bitch you know that Kendall?”

I kick my leg out at that comment, catching her less than softly in the side of the calf by the top of my foot. She stumbles slightly and grabs my ankle, throwing it away from her before grabbing her calf.

“Ow!”

This isn’t gonna work unless she learns to shut up and do as I say.

“For someone supposedly smart you come off surprisingly stupid. What idiot taught you that the best thing to do when acting up could get you thrown in prison is to make people angry? Now shut up and take that poor excuse for a t-shirt off.”

I watch as she hesitantly peels off her shirt from her nice, supple skin. It goes up over her head and she throws it down next to her jeans. She stands in front of me in nothing more than her bra and panties. I look over her small, slender form.

“Mmm, very nice Veronica. Very, very nice.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

I have to get a better look. I raise my arm and turn my wrist in a circle with my index finger pointing up.

“Do a turn for me.”

It takes her a few seconds, but she eventually sighs and starts turning slowly. If I didn’t know better I would think she’s starting to get the hang of this ‘I’m in charge’ thing. I can’t help but enjoy the sight of her ass, covered flimsily by her off-white lace panties. She finishes her full 360 turn and I let my eyes drift upwards to her stomach, tits, and eventually her face.

“You’ve got a great body Veronica Mars.”

I run my hand over my collar bone and down between my breasts.

“Not as good as mine, obviously, but still pretty damn good. Come closer young lady.”

She slowly inches her way closer to me, trying her best to prolong the distance between us. I stick out my foot and use the top of my foot again to encourage her closer. She stops less than a foot in front of me. I sit up on my couch and then reach out to her. I make sure that I keep my eyes locked on hers as I graze my nails along the outside of her thighs. She’s got very soft skin. I let my hand drift upwards, toward the junction between her legs, scraping my nails gently over the fabric of her panties. I pull my hand away from her body as I reach her midriff. I think that’s enough for now. I sit back on the couch again, pleased with the fact that she just stood there while I did that.

“All right, you can put on your little outfit now.”

She puts the shirt on first.

“Just tie it off. No need to button it up.”

She does as she’s told and I run my middle finger over my breast, grazing my nipple as it hardens. She steps into the skirt and quickly pulls it up around her waist. The skirt is so short that it doesn’t even make it to mid thigh. It just barely covers her panties.

“Mmm, very good Veronica. I think I’m actually starting to have some fun.”

“Peachy for you...”

“It is, isn’t it?”

I put the phone down on the side table and sit up again.

“Let’s see the full effect shall we? Take a few steps back and then let me see a nice enthusiastic twirl.”

“I am NOT twirling for you.”

I sigh heavy and roll my eyes.

“Do I really have to go over why you put on that outfit in the first place? Cause it’s getting a little tiresome. Now do it.”

She keeps the glare going.

“If I really wanted to, I could have this little show circulated around your college campus instead of calling the police. Give you a real big dose of humiliation that way. But I’m betting you don’t want that. Dick told me all about the kind of reputation you had at Neptune High. This would give you the same rep, only on a larger scale. Plus I’d still have the break-in footage to hand over to the cops, just in case you decide that things couldn’t get any worse than being labeled the college campus slut.”

She sighs in defeat before taking two steps back, raising her arms and then spinning in place. That oh so perfect skirt of hers gets caught in the updraft of her twirl and reveals the panties underneath. Again she stops at the 360 mark of her twirl and faces me.

“Mmm, just perfect. I like it.”

“Great, can I put my clothes on and get out of here now?”

Does she really think that was the end? I get up and close the gap between us, looking down at the petite little blonde detective. We’re so close her face is pretty much in my chest and I can feel the ever so faint feeling of her breath on my skin. I take her by the chin with my thumb and index finger, trying to get her to look me in the eyes but she jerks her chin away from me.

“Oh honey...”

I can hear her breathing get a little labored because of our proximity. She’s getting turned on by all this... good, that’ll make things easier. I grab her chin with my whole hand this time and force her to defiantly bring her gaze to mine.

“You didn’t actually think that was going to be the end of it... did you?”

“No, not really, but I had to at least take the chance didn’t I?”

She smiles defiantly at me. I grin back at her with a chuckle. I give her a little love slap on the cheek before turning to where I want to go next.

“Come along sweetie. There’s more fun to come.”

I make my way to the edge of the living room and stop just before the hallway I’m heading down. I don’t hear her following. I turn around and see her standing exactly where she was before. She looks down at her clothes and I can almost see the wheels turning in her head, trying to decide what to do. She knows that if she follows me where I’m going that things will go to a whole different level and she doesn’t want any part of it. But she also knows that I’m holding all the cards and she doesn’t really have a choice in the matter. I lean my upper body up against the entryway to the hall.

“Oh dear sweet Veronica. I thought you would’ve figured out by now that you’re not the one in control here.”

She looks at me from across the room with that glare of hers. I guess I’ll have to give her that extra little push. I pull myself off the wall and push my hair back behind my shoulders.

“All right then, be difficult. Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going into my bedroom now, it’s the third door on the right by the way, and if you’re not in there with me in the next 5 minutes in what you’re wearing right now, then I’m calling the cops and reporting you. If you ARE in my bedroom in the next five minutes but you bring your clothes with you, I’ll have copies of our little exchange made and send it around your campus. It’s your choice.”

I turn around and head down the hall.

“Make sure it’s the right one.”

I saunter my way down the hall to my bedroom, knowing what’s probably gonna happen next. Veronica may have been stupid enough to get caught in my little trap, but she’s not so stupid that she would risk going to jail or ruining hers and her father’s reputation. I walk into my bedroom and marvel at the size of it. I’m still surprised that I was able to work my way into this house and have this much. It’s absolutely great, having this much control over my life. Now all I have to do is make sure that I can have enough fun whenever I need it and I’ll be set. Which I should be doing any second. I climb onto my bed and sit in the middle of it, sitting against the headboard and looking to the door.

“I guess this is why they call it the good life.”

I run my hand over the silk sheets, enjoying the feel of them. I always loved silk. I couldn’t ever get any when I was in prison. Now that I’ve been out for a while though I can take the time to appreciate it for what it is. I hear soft footsteps coming down the hallway and my eyes come back to the open door to my room. After a few moments my new playmate appears in the doorway. She’s wearing the school girl outfit and her hands are empty.

“Veronica... I’m glad to see you made the right choice.”

“What choice? You didn’t really leave me one.”

Hmm...

“Now what did I tell you about talking to me?”

She rolls her eyes and sighs.

“You didn’t leave me much of a choice... Mrs. Casablancas.”

“Very good Veronica. Now why don’t you come a little closer so we can set some ground rules?”

She slowly makes her way closer to the bed, stopping about half a foot from it.

“All right now, this is the way this is going to work. In this room, more than any other, you are not to speak. Not unless I tell you its okay or if I ask you a question of some kind. And when speaking to me in this room you will always address me either as Mistress, Mistress Kendall, or Mistress Casablancas. In any other room, or any other place we might meet each other, unless I say otherwise, you are allowed to call me Mrs. Casablancas. Call me anything other than by those four titles and you will be severely punished at the first allowable opportunity. Is this understood?”

Gotta test the new rule to make sure she’s listening.

“Yes... Mistress Kendall.”

“Good, very good. Now the only other rule that you have to obey is that you will do what I say when I say it and you don’t get to make excuses unless I tell you so. If you don’t do what I say you’ll be severely punished and you will risk jail time. Are we clear?”

She stays silent for a few moments.

“Well, are we?”

“Yes... Mistress Kendall.”

I can’t help but smile at how responsive she is already.

“All right then, I’d say it’s time to get down to business.”

I drag my eyes over every inch of her body.

“You’ve done yourself some very good things by putting that on and coming in here, but you still have been a very bad girl. You broke into my home and tried to steal the evidence I have on your father. For that, you have to be punished.”

“But...”

Her eyes lock on mine and she stops herself before she says any more.

“What I want you to do is to go down to the end of my bed and kneel there. Do you think you can do that you nosy little brat?”

She starts moving to the end of the bed as she responds.

“Yes Mistress Kendall.”

The tone in her voice tells me that she still hates every second of this, but what matters is that she’s playing along. She kneels down next to the end of the bed and I look her right in the eyes from where I’m sitting.

“Very good Veronica. You’re being a very good girl.”

I swing my legs over the right side of the queen size bed and get up, walking toward the little blonde thing. I stop behind her and she just stays motionless where she is.

“Lean forward sweetie...”

Veronica leans forward against the bed, showing me that great ass of hers. I kneel down behind her to get a better look at my prize. I reach out and run my hand along the inside of her thigh, enjoying the silky feel of her young supple flesh. She shudders at my touch as I slide my hand upward towards the junction of her legs. I graze the tips of my fingers over her sensitive folds, only kept from me by the lace fabric of her panties.

My hand slides upward over her ass, slipping underneath the plaid skirt I had her put on. I push the skirt off her butt so I can see every inch of her. I drag my nails over her right cheek, preparing it for what’s to come. As soon as my fingers leave her body I bring my palm down hard against her right ass cheek. She jumps at the contact but stays quiet. Defiant little bitch, but I think I can crack her... eventually. Without warning, I bring my hand down on the left cheek, harder than I did on the right one. Again she jumps, and I think I hear a little squeak out of her. I can feel my nipples harden even more and just the slightest bit of wetness between my legs as I run my hands over the nosy blonde’s ass.

“Mmm, you’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you?”

She stays quiet as my hands enjoy themselves on her ass again. I notice a little bit of a red tinge to her pasty white ass. When she doesn’t respond to my question I smack her again on the left cheek and she holds herself back from squeaking this time.

“Haven’t you Veronica?”

She keeps her mouth shut. I smack her again on her right cheek as hard as I can. This time she reacts.

“Ah, yes...”

I smack her on the left cheek.

“Yes what?”

I smack her again on the right for effect.

“Y-yes... Mistress...”

I hit her again.

“You’ve been a very, very bad girl haven’t you?”

My hand connects with her ass again.

‘Y-yes... I’ve, I’ve been a v-very bad girl Mistress.”

Okay, my hand is starting to hurt. I think it’s time to move on to something more interesting. I run the tip of my finger along the lace covered slit between her legs. Normally I’d use something more effective like a paddle or a whip or something, but I’m just starting to break her in. I don’t want to go too far too fast. I can feel the wetness pooling in her panties. I figured she’d get off on something like this. I just had that feeling about her. She holds in a groan as I pull my finger away from her pussy and stand up. I run my hands over my heated skin, going down to my stomach and then bringing them all the way back up and through my hair. This girl got me all worked up. I think I need to release some of that energy. I look down at Veronica still leaning against the bed on her knees.

“Now this is where things really get fun Veronica.”

She turns her head enough so she can look back at me without straightening up. I can see the faintest hint of tears in the corners of her eyes.

“What do you want?”

Hmm, she didn’t call me by my rightful name. But I don’t think I’ll punish her for that though. I’m still working on her.

“I have what I want, iPod Girl.”

I bend forward just enough to run my hand up the small of her naked back, digging my nails in just enough to get my hand up under her shirt. With one flick of my fingers, her bra comes undone underneath her shirt and I pull my hand out and straighten up.

“Take that off will you? And the shirt too...”

She straightens up to her knees and starts to undo her shirt.

“If you were just going to have me take it off when we got in here, why have me put it on in the first place?”

As soon as she undoes the shirt, my leg is up and I drive my heel into her back, forcing her down against the bed again. She tries to wiggle out from under it, but I put more of my weight on her.

“What did I tell you about speaking to me?”

“Try and cut back?”

I press the tip of my heel into her back and she kinda groans and squirms a little.

“You’re gonna have to learn to shut up and do as you’re told sooner or later Veronica. And I think it should be sooner rather than later.”

I lift my leg off of her back and walk over to my dresser behind us. I catch her straightening up out of the corner of my eye. I quickly turn around.

“Against the bed, NOW!”

She drops against the bed like her life depended on it. I open up the top drawer and take out a decent size butt plug. I make my way back over to her, admiring the phallus in my hand. I kneel down behind her and run my free hand over her ass. I grab the waistband of her panties and pull them down over her round cheeks till they reach her knees. She lifts her knees slightly so I can pull her panties completely off and I throw them across the room. I put one hand firmly on her tailbone just above her butt and bring the butt plug within inches of the crack of her ass.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass Veronica?”

Her upper body all but jumps off the bed and looks back at me at my question.

“WHAT?”

I press my hand against her tailbone and she slowly leans against the bed again, showing me her ready and waiting butt, her eyes staying on me as much as she can.

“Well you’re about to.”

I put the tip of the butt plug up against her asshole and gently but firmly push it into her clenched hole. I twist the plug back and forth gently to work it into her ass. She grunts and groans uncomfortably as I work 2 of the 5” plug into her.

“Relax or this’ll hurt more honey.”

She relaxes the tight clench she had on the plug and it slides in a little easier. I finally get it all in there and I pat her on the ass cheek.

“Good girl... now that’s going to stay in there until you learn to do as your told. Understand?”

She shifts her knees uncomfortably, trying to get used to what’s buried in her ass.

“Yes... Mistress Kendall.”

I stand up and look down at her.

“Now I think it’s time I got a little something out of this deal of ours.”

I walk over and climb up on the bed, my back facing her. I lean towards her on one elbow and pull my hair to one side over my shoulder and out of the way. The strings of my bikini top are dangling in front of her face.

“Would you undo me sweetie?”

She reaches up and pulls on the around the neck strings of my suit. It comes loose and I sit up. I take my bikini top off and throw it onto the floor, then I undo the knot on my bottoms and pull them off my body as well, making them join their matching top on the floor. I swing myself around, exposing myself to her young form still lying against my bed.

“Get up on your knees sweetie.”

She pulls herself up off the bed and she can’t help but look over my body, her eyes falling on my exposed snatch for several long moments.

“Enjoying the view?”

Her eyes shoot up to mine, a hint of shame behind the attempted glare. Hmm, I think I just might be breaking through that tough exterior of hers. I reach out with both hands and push the dress shirt I made her put on off her shoulders, making her bra fall away from her skin and on to the bed. I kick it away and then focus on her tits, exposed to me. She’s got a pretty decent pair on her.

“You’ve got nice tits, you know that iPod girl? I think I’m going to enjoy them. Too bad you didn’t get a brain to go with the body eh? Otherwise you wouldn’t be in this position would you?”

The mix of shame and anger continues behind her eyes as she tries to hide it from me.

“Oh and don’t worry about the staring. I consider it a compliment.”

I move down the bed until we’re inches from each other, my legs spread to either side of her.

“Besides, you’re about to get up close and personal with this body.”

She’s so close to me I can feel her breathing on my skin. I grab her by the back of the head and turn her face up so that our eyes meet. After staring into her eyes, watching her fight to keep her shame from growing, I crush my lips to hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She tries to fight it but I’m a little too strong for her, benefits of spending 3 years in jail fighting off bigger chicks than me. I grope her left tit and it makes her respond, groaning a little as she starts to kiss me back. I can’t let her have too much fun yet. Gripping her hair tighter, I pull her away from me and look in her eyes as she’s forced to keep her head that way.

“Damn, I knew you were a whore from the moment we met. I guess I was right. But it’s time for something a little different.”

I turn her head down so that she’s staring at my breasts.

“Come on baby, it wasn’t that long ago you were sucking on your mother’s tits. It shouldn’t be that hard for you to remember how.”

I move her face a little closer to my tits and feel her hot breath on my skin. Mmm, almost as good as if she were sucking on them. Speaking of which, she leans that extra distance forward and wraps her lips around my nipple. My skin tingles at the feel of her lips on me. I arch into her lips as she gently sucks on my nubbin of pleasure.

“There ya go... try using your tongue a little.”

She slides her tongue over my areola and I can’t help but gasp at the sensation. My little blonde bitch continues to suck and lick on my tit.

“Good girl, very good girl.”

After a few more moments, I pull her away from me with a pop. I look her in the eyes with a cold stare.

“Now the other one.”

She moves across my chest and takes my left nipple in between her lips, sucking gently.

“Mmm, good girl.”

I arch my tits into her mouth and enjoy every second of her sucking. The wetness between my thighs gets worse and I feel it start to ache to be played with. That tongue of hers is going to feel great licking that up. In fact, I don’t think I can wait. I pull her away from my tit and again there’s a pop. She looks up at me and I love the look of humiliation on her face.

“And now it’s time for something better.”

There’s confusion in her eyes as she wonders what I mean.

“Well, better for me. I’m sure you’ll learn to love it eventually.”

I lean back on the bed and put my legs up over her shoulders before letting go of her hair. I dig the heels of my stilettos into her back, encouraging her to lean forward. She does as she’s encouraged when the pain gets too much for her to hold back. Her head starts to move down between my thighs the more she leans forward. I watch as her head gets inches from my nether regions. My first instinct kicks in and I squeeze her head between my thighs, holding her in place as she breathes on my pussy. I feel myself twitch at the sensations her breath is on me causes. I probably don’t even have to ask this.

“Have you ever done something like this before iPod girl?”

Her voice comes out ragged and small, just the way I like it.

“N-no...”

Mmm, a pussy virgin. I like it. I press my heels into her back again, urging her forward. She does as instructed.

“It’s time to learn then. You’ll get the hang of it.”

The cunt who thinks she’s a detective begins with a single kiss and I thrust my hips into her face, rubbing my juices on her face. She pulls back and looks up at me, disgust and humiliation plain on her cum soaked face. The sight of her only turns me on even more. I push my hips into her face and rub more of my juices in her face.

“Get learning there Blondie. Don’t make me have to teach you the hard way.”

She looks me in the eyes for a few more moments and then leans forward, kissing my southern lips again before taking a quick lick, tasting me. I gasp at the touch of her tongue. She starts to repeat that action grudgingly. With the way she looks, she’s almost like a dog licking up nice tasting water. She’s not really the best at this, but she’ll get the job done... for now. The roughness of her tongue causes a shiver to run through my body.

“Keep it up you poor excuse for a detective. Lick that pussy for all it’s worth.”

I arch my back and my muscles tense up as she continues what she’s doing as best she can.

“You might actually get around to making me cum.”

Squeezing my thighs around her head a little, I grab one of my tits in each hand and play with my nipples, feeling my bitch lick away. Her tongue grazes my clit and I really tense up. She slides her tongue between my southern lips and it pushes me closer and closer. I think she catches on that I like that and moves her tongue in and out of my cunt over and over. I squeeze her head between my thighs even more as I feel the tension building in me. My hand reaches for my left tit and I squeeze it gently as I’m almost at the edge.

“Fuck... Lick my pussy.”

A few more slips of her tongue and I’m pushed over the edge, my body shaking with pleasure as I squeeze her head between my thighs. It takes me a minute to finally start to come down and I feel her try and pull away from me but I keep her right where she is whether she likes it or not. Slowly, I start to come down off the halfway decent high she got out of me and I let her head go. She immediately pushes my thighs apart and leans back, coughing in disgust. I sit up on my hands and look at her over the edge of the bed. The grin on my face gets wider at the sight of her. Eventually, she looks up at me, her glare returned to her baby face.

“Are you satisfied?”

I moan in pleasure before tracing my index finger down my body, between my breasts, over my stomach, pulling away just before my pussy.

“Mmm, for now I guess... but now I’m in the mood for something else.”

Veronica just looks at me, probably wondering what I could possibly want. This chick obviously hasn’t done chicks before. I sit up and lean completely forward, still looking down at her. I reach out and cup her chin like a grandmother admiring her grandchild.

“Being with women is all about giving and receiving baby girl. You’ve been a good little bitch by giving, no matter how badly you did it. Now it’s time for you to receive.”

Just before I sit up, I slap her playfully across the cheek. My little blonde bitch scoffs as I extend my hand across the middle of the bed.

“Get that hot little slut of an ass up here honey.”

Her glare remains firm on me as she shakily gets up from her kneeling position on the floor and makes her way around the bed to where I want her. I watch her move, her plaid skirt still around her waist, and as soon as she’s in range, I smack her hard on the ass. She freezes up at the contact for a second before climbing up on the bed. I turn around on the bed to face her as she sits at the top of the bed cross-legged. Looking down at the position of her legs, I shake my head in disappointment.

“Now what gave you the stupid idea to do that? Open your legs or I’ll have to think up some new way to punish you.”

The blonde bitch slowly opens her legs and cringes as she sits back on the butt plug I shoved up her ass earlier. I sit up on my calves a couple feet from her on the bed and look right in her eyes as she spreads her legs in front of me. The look of humiliation on her face is just priceless as I let my eyes drag themselves along her exposed body, eventually falling on the junction of her legs. Hmm, you know, I think she’s been enough of a good girl for me to take the plug out of her ass. She seems to have learned her place well enough.

“Okay, lie down on your back and grab your thighs. I want you to pull your legs back so that your knees are next to your head.”

She slowly does as she’s told, but makes one fatal mistake as she’s about to grab her thighs.

“Why?”

“Ooh, bad girl. You’re not allowed to ask that question... or any question for that matter. Now get in the position I told you so you can be punished.”

“I’m sorry... Mistress...”

I shake my head at her as she finishes the command I gave her earlier.

“It’s a little late for sorry now, isn’t it iPod girl?”

Looking down at the butt plug in her ass, I suddenly get a really good idea. And I just know she’s going to hate it... which makes it all the more fun for me. The look in her eyes as I reach down and slowly pull the plug out of her just makes my skin tingle. I lean forward once it’s out and dangle it over her.

“Open up baby girl.”

She keeps her mouth shut and glares at me. I reach down with my free hand and squeeze her cheeks together like a grandmother over her child and forcing her lips open. I put the butt plug between her lips and push it against her teeth. When she doesn’t do as I say, I lean into her more, forcing more of my weight onto her. It makes her cringe in pain and open her mouth enough to take the plug in her mouth. With her lips wrapped around it, she looks just like a baby sucking on a soother. I pat her on the head appreciatively.

“There’s a good girl.”

I take my weight off her and look down at my cute little baby.

“Now where was I?”

My eyes drift down to Veronica’s open and waiting pussy. Mmm, now that looks nice and inviting. It’s so warm and wet. Just thinking about tasting it really turns me on. But then I don’t have to think about it, I get to taste it for myself.

“Oh, right...”

I lean down close enough for me to breathe on her sweet pussy.

“Here.”

After savoring the smell of her cunt for a few moments, I take a good long lick of her, causing a shiver through her. Yeah, that’s right blondie. You can pretend not to like it all you want, but I know better. She does her best to stay in position as I run two fingers down from one thigh to the other, grazing it over her pussy lips in the process. I give her pussy another lick, this time making sure my tongue flicks her clit briefly. It causes another shiver in her, though this one she tries to hide as good as she can.

The tip of my finger slips its way into her pussy and I twist it a little to get a reaction out of her, which she gives me in the form of a barely audible gasp around her make shift soother. My eyes meet hers as I push the rest of my index finger into her wet pussy. There’s a hint of desperation and desire in her eyes when I start to slowly move my finger in and out of her very receptive cunt. Enjoying every drop of her cunt juice, I lick and suck at her quivering folds as I add my middle finger into her and speed up my pace ever so slightly.

She can barely hold back from getting off on what I’m doing to her. Looks like the dear sweet idiot detective gets off on being used and abused, which is good because I plan on using her so much more. Picking up the pace of my fingers in her cunt, I use my other hand to take her clit between my thumb and index fingers and play with it gently. That forces even more pussy juice out of her for me to lick up. The plucky young blonde starts to moan and gasp at what I’m doing and I love every second of it. Her pussy walls begin to clench my fingers as I continue to thrust into her faster. She’s close, it won’t be long now.

A few more hard thrusts into her pussy and she’s pushed over the edge. I watch with pleasure as her eyes clamp shut and she bites down on the butt plug in her mouth as she lets out a loud moan around it in ecstasy. She rides out every second of her orgasm she can and I pull my fingers out of her. Waiting until she finishes, I lick my fingers clean of her juices and smile.

“You’ve got one sweet tasting pussy Veronica. I think I’m really gonna enjoy it from now on.”

She lets go of her legs and lets them fall to one side of me. I kneel over her and watch as she wraps her arms around her chest, trying to block out her humiliation. It’s actually pretty cute to see.

“Aww, cheer up iPod girl.”

I smack her hard on the ass and she jerks in response. After watching her for a while, I climb off my bed and go to my dresser, picking out another bikini for me to wear so I can go swimming.

“It’ll be easier on you that way.”

When I find a nice blue number I take it out and head for the door.

“Now get dressed and get out. I’m done with you for now. Don’t be surprised if you hear from me in a couple days or something. Sooner or later I’ll need to scratch a new itch.”

I stop at the door and look at her still lying naked on my bed.

“Oh, and don’t bother telling your father about this. It’s not like he can do much anyway. I’ll see ya soon.”

Then I just leave, walking down the hall towards the living room.

I think I'll have a drink.
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