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“Perfect, now slide ‘em over.”

I do as I’m told and can feel just how wet I am when I do.

“That’s a good girl.”

My core pulses with every praise he pays me.

“Now touch yourself for me while I tell you a story.”

I hesitate a little too long for his liking, and he raises a questioning brow.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve never masturbated, Karma. How are you supposed to tell me what you like if you don’t even know yourself?”

My eyes fall to the ottoman, his words making me uncomfortable with myself. I never felt safe enough in any of my foster homes to touch myself. What if someone walked in? What if someone saw? What would they think?

“Eyes on me.”

“I think we find ourselves in a bit of a situation. I want to give you what you need, but you may not know what that is quite yet. In fact, I bet my last bounty check that you’ve never been fucked properly. So why don’t we figure it out together, eh?”

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My dark monster is in full control and when it’s like this, it’s pretty hard for me to rein him in. It wants what it wants and I’m not in the mood to stop it.

I want her just as much as it does.

Maybe even more.

“Spread your pussy apart and use your middle finger to stroke yourself. Not too hard. I wouldn’t want you to come too quickly. Then we’d have to start the whole thing all over again,” I warn, hoping she does just that. The fun is teaching the lesson repeatedly.

She does what she’s told, her eyes slowly closing in bliss as she strokes herself in front of me. She looks absolutely breathtaking, sitting in my chair, legs spread apart, pussy glistening from a distance as I watch.

“That’s a good girl, Karma. You’re a fast learner.”

She emits a slight moan.

Nice, she gets off on hearing words of approval.

“Use your other hand and hold your tit.”

She grasps the heavy tit in her hand, her hardening nipple practically begging me to suck it.

I yank off my boots and shirt, but keep my pants on for now. I don’t want to completely terrify her.

“Squeeze your nipple.”

She does.

“Harder,” I demand as my dick engorges long and hard with a carnal need for her.

Her cries grow louder as she obediently completes every task I throw at her.

“Stop stroking yourself,” I demand, and her eyes pop back open. “Just keep petting your tit like the good girl you are.”

I stalk over to the chair, slide the ottoman out of the way, and drop to my knees. She watches closely as I slide my hands completely underneath her ass, lifting her up for easy access. I start off slowly, kissing her in the crease of her thighs, then the top of her pussy, and grow hungrier for her when I feel her thrust her hips up higher to my mouth.

“What do you need, Karma?”