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Jim?s day hadn?t started well. He?d forgotten to set the alarm for an early start - and so had almost missed the train. His relief was short lived. Half an hour into the journey the train had stopped. A major points failure, was the explanation. After another half an hour standing still he?d realised he was never going to make the meeting. He phoned to let his boss know - and eventually he managed to get back to his home station. At around 10.30 he was unlocking the door to the home he?d left almost three hours earlier. As he opened the door he was surprised to hear voices. His wife was at work - and then he remembered: this was the day Carol, the cleaning lady, came. When he listened it was clear that the voices were coming from the TV in the living room. Its door was open. He approached the room. At the far end of the room he saw the TV screen. Someone was watching it - but not the cleaning lady. He could make out the top of a head just above the back of the sofa: it was blonde and Jim knew that Carol was a brunette. Instantly he remembered what Sue, his wife had told him yesterday: Carol was going to be on holiday this week but she?d arranged for her niece to take her place. Some replacement - was his first thought - she wasn?t paid to watch television. He was about to say hello when he noticed what the blonde was watching. A young girl - also blonde - was busy sucking cock. Carol?s niece had found something more interesting than dusting and was obviously so engrossed that she hadn?t heard him enter the room. He took another couple of steps so that he was almost behind her. Now he could see that she wasn?t just engrossed by the on-screen action: her right hand was up under her short skirt. Though he couldn?t see what the hand was doing he didn?t need to be a genius to guess. More shocking in some ways was what he could very well see of her left hand. It was holding a pair of his underpants and his wife?s knickers which she was busy sniffing. ?What the fuck!? he exclaimed Carol?s niece let out a scream. ?What the hell do you think you?re doing?? ?I ..., I ....,? she stammered. ?Yes? You what?? Now Jim stood over her, glaring - and sizing her up. She was blushing - so she had some shame. Her tight t-shirt accented her breasts: its text in red (?Why are you staring??) didn?t need an answer. She?d had the decency to remove her hand from under skirt but it was still ridden up so that he could glimpse her own stained knickers. He could also see that her fingers were gleaming with her own juice. ?I can explain.? ?This better be good good, young miss.? ?Yea, well, you see, I?d kinda forgotten I?d to come here today so I woke up late and then I had to rush to get here and I didn?t have time for my morning wake-up wank so I was kinda isveçbahis horny when I got here and then your wife told me to do the laundry and I was sorting it and I saw your underwear and that made me randier but I stopped myself....? The girl paused and took a pause deep breath while looking up to him with big, blue puppy eyes. He felt his cock stirring. ?Anyway, I loaded half the laundry and then I cleaned the kitchen and then I needed a break so I made myself a coffee and came here and turned the tele on and the tele was showing porn ....? Shit, thought Jim, yes - he and Sue had been watching porn last night and hadn?t changed the channel when they?d gone upstairs. ?... so that made me randy again,? the girl babbled on, ?so I thought I?d have a wank while watching the porn and I?d make it dirtier by sniffing your pants and Sue?s knickers and I never expected you to come home so soon so it?s not my fault.? ?What? Not you fault? Whose fault is it that you?re such a horny bitch who can?t control her randiness? Certainly not mine. I don?t pay someone to watch porn, sniff knickers and wank in my house. Are you crazy?? ?That?s not fair! It?s can?t help being young and sexy. Don?t you find me sexy?? She laid stress on the ?you? while attempting a smile and opening her eyes even wider in an appeal for his understanding. Jim wasn?t taken in. ?What?s your name, young lady?? he asked sternly. ?Eh? Oh, it?s Charlotte but people call me Charlie.? ?Well, Charlie, I can see your young and so you?ve still plenty to learn. You are going to have to learn to behave in other people?s homes. Now stand up and take off your knickers.? ?What?? ?You heard me - and be quick about it!? The authority in his voice was unmistakeable. She stood up and did as he asked, first lowering the small, white undergarment down her bronzed legs, past her calf-length socks before stepping out of the knickers. ?Right - give them to me. You sniffed our pants now I?m going to smell yours.? ?Okay.? ?Okay, sir!? The slap across her cheek was unexpected but it produced the desired result: ?Okay, sir.? ?That?s better. You call me sir in this house. I am the master here. Do you understand?? ?Yes ..., yes, sir.? ?Hmm, these knickers of yours, they?re really soaking.? Jim examined them carefully - they glistened with Charlie?s juices. He put them up to his nose and inhaled - his cock grew and bounced against his trousers. ?You really are a slutty bitch for your pants to be so wet. And you were planning to wank yourself till you came?? ?Yes, sir.? ?Thank goodness I arrived when I did. If you?d carried on much longer your dirty juices would have soaked through and stained our couch. Did you ever think of that?? Charlie lowered her head and in a whisper answered, isveçbahis giriş ?No, sir.? ?I can?t hear you; speak up!? ?No, sir!? ?No what?? ?No, I didn?t think about my juices dirtying your couch.? ?Your dirty juices.? He slapped her again and this time tears began to well in her eyes. ?Repeat!? he ordered. ?I..., I didn?t think about my dirty juices dirtying your couch, sir.? With a speed and dexterity that took Charlie completely by surprise, Jim grabbed the arm nearest to him, spun her about and pulled her down onto his lap as he fell onto the couch, her short skirt flying up by itself to reveal her naked white arse. ?What ...?? she began to cry and attempted to free herself from his grip. ?Stop struggling! You?ve been naughty, haven?t you?? ?No...? She had barely got the word out before his hand came down hard on her bum. ?Ow! That hurt!? ?It was meant to. Now answer me. You?ve been naughty, haven?t you?? ?Yes.? He slapped her again and she understood why. ?Aaw - yes, sir, I?ve been naughty sir.? ?And what happens to naughty girls?? ?I dunno ... sir!? That earned her another slap - the hardest so far. ?Then think! You must know!? ?Eh, they, eh, get spanked, sir.? she managed to get out between sniffs. ?Yes, they get spanked on their naughty arses: you?re right. They get spanked like this....? Whack, whack, whack ... Jim counted out six whacks, enough to really redden both cheeks and for Charlie to start sobbing. ?Please, sir, stop, sir,? she wailed. I?ve been bad but I?ll be good, I promise.? ?Really? Can a slut like you ever be good? A slut who can?t control her lusts?? ?I ..., I?ll try, I promise, sir,? she answered squirming on his lap. ?I wonder,? Jim mused as he now rubbed his hand over her hot arse. he had a lovely, full arse. He ran his forefinger down the crack between her red cheeks, over her arse hole and down until he encountered moisture. This caused her to shudder and gave pause to her sobbing. ?Let?s see what you know - or what you?ve learned.? He trailed his finger down her crack again. ?What are you?? ?I..., eh, I?m sorry .., sir!? ?Good, good. But I mean what are you?? ?I don?t know what you mean, sir.? This earned Charlie a couple more slaps, deepening the colour of her cheeks. ?What are you? Jim repeated over her renewed sobs. ?Think.? ?I..., I?m a naughty girl, sir?? ?Yes, right - but what sort of naughty girl? You?re not naughty because you steal things, are you?? Jim felt it time to help her along her way. ?No, no, I don?t steal. I..., I?m naughty because I?m a ...., I?m a ....? Charlie hesitated - a mistake on her part because the delay earned her another slap. ?Ow! I?m a slut sir. I?m a naughty, dirty slut, sir,? she blurted. ?Good - that?s good. isveçbahis yeni giriş You need to know what you are. You are indeed a dirty, young slut.? Jim pressed a hand against the inside of Charlie?s thighs and without hesitation she shifted her legs a little apart. Now he had room to cup his hand under her cunt - a dripping wet cunt. He liked that, and his cock did too. ?Tell me, slut, what do sluts want?? He rubbed her outer folds as she sought an answer. She picked up the clue. ?Please, sir, sluts want their cunt to be played with, sir.? ?Yes, they do, don?t they. And how do they like like their cunts being played with?? Jim demanded as he sought to push his middle finger in between her soaking lips. He had to search a little before he found the way in. Charlie now understood what was expected. ?Sir, sluts like fingers in their cunts, sir.? Jim withdrew his middle finger and then entered her cunt again with two fingers. Despite her juiciness her young cunt offered a surprising resistance: hers was still a tight cunt. He finger fucked her for a couple of minutes, his thumb teasing her clit, the silence only broken by the moans which had replaced her sobs. Then he remembered - there was more to her. She no longer struggled, so his other hand was free to explore her upper body. He wormed his hand under her t-shirt, up over her bra while sensing the fullness of her breast. He roughly yanked her bra down over her breast and reached for her engorged nipple, first simply rubbing it, causing her moans to intensify. But then he gripped and twisted her tit causing her to shriek. ?What else do sluts like?? ?Aagh ...,? Charlie was gasping for breath, ?please, sir, sluts like ... like their tits being squeezed and sucked and ....? Charlie sensed she was about to come and he didn?t want that. He abruptly withdrew both hands from their fondling and instead gave her another smack. ?Don?t!? he commanded, ?don?t you dare come without permission! Do you understand?? ?Ye..., I mean, no, don?t stop, please!? He smacked her hard for her insolence. ?Wrong answer! You don?t come without my permission. Understood?? Charlie was crying again, from the pain and out of frustration but she knew she had no choice but to obey. ?Yes, sir, I understand, sir. I?m a slut, sir, but I won?t come without permission, sir.? ?Good girl. You are learning. So sluts like their tits being played with and they like fingers in their cunts.? ?Yes, sir.? ?And what else do sluts like in their cunts?? ?Ehm, we like things, I mean dildos and vibrators in our cunts, sir.? ?Yes, you do, don?t you, you dirty girl. But I don?t have a dildo with me, so I can?t help you there.? Jim absently stroked her red arse and then sniffed his own sticky fingers. He seemed to be deliberating though in fact they both knew what was coming. ?What do sluts like in their cunt above all?? Charlie was answering this question almost before Jim had finished asking it: ?Cock, sir, cunts like cock, sir, Big fat, cock, sir.