Extreme Phone Sex – you will want to catch up on Part 1 right here before continuing.
Anyway, where was I? Yes, night two. So, I ask Maggie, what happened? Well, she tells me, her uncle came over. Yes, and how did that make you feel? Butterflies, she says, and embarrassment for what I was wearing. What were you wearing? Jeans and a tee shirt, she tells me. Ah, I see, hardly the sort of clothing a temptress would wear to show her appreciation for such a fine suitor as her uncle. How did you fix this issue?
Well, Maggie says, I lost my jeans and my panties and put on my “special occasion” skirt and pulled it up high, so it was barely covered by jailbait ass. Her younger sister complimented Maggie for looking so cute – Maggie likes being a good example for her younger sister – and her father shot her a quick, knowing glance. And while that felt good, she really longed for the attention and compliment only her uncle’s hard cock inside her and rough, calloused hands molesting her tiny, cute body can give.
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And it wasn’t long till she got the attention she wanted. Into her bedroom, they went. Her uncle admonishes her for dressing like a whore in front of the whole family, reminding her that “your body is for me, and if you dress like a whore in front of everyone you are going to ruin this”. Maggie’s heart sank, but when the uncle’s rough, calloused hands went under her skirt and felt her cunt without any panties to get in the way all was forgiven. And how Maggie enjoyed the feeling. A man’s hands. On her pre-teen pussy. The bliss, the magic, something no doll or princess outfit or a day at the beach making sandcastles could ever match. Those are for nice normal girls. Maggie’s an unrestrained slut and whore. And being a sex object for her uncle is what makes unrestrained, slutty whores complete and, well, blissfully happy.
Or So I thought.
One of the fun things about being a therapist is the surprises. When I asked what happened next Maggie stopped. I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about this. I’m not sure I can. I assured Maggie that this session, which I was paying for to better understand the minds of naughty, nasty girls, would continue. I rented your brain for the night, hun. And unlike your uncle, I’m going to stay with you to the end. Does a rental car say “no” when you push it past the speed limit? Of course not. You didn’t know the word “no” around your uncle and you don’t know the word “no” around therapist Laylene when there’s still time on the clock. Don’t worry, every time you look at that cute skirt, you’re gonna get with Miss Laylene’s check you can look back on tonight and smile.
Or cry. Either way, let’s answer the question, your dirty slut, I told Maggie. That led to some tears down her cheeks, and a little wet spot between my legs, but mostly it led to Maggie understanding – once again – where her place is in this world. And that’s making people hard and wet! So, onward we went, and the part that was the hangup? Omg, you’ll never guess, but it involved a belt and removing distractions from Maggie as her uncle focused his tongue on her delicate, tiny cunt and nubile, exposed clit. The way he touched me, with his tongue on my clit as his hands squeezed my tiny waist like he was trying to pop a balloon, it felt so gentle.
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