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Carlos\' Bitch

Part 4

What’s more embarrassing for a woman in full bloom was to lose control and be dominated by an adolescent

What’s more embarrassing for a woman in full bloom was to lose control and be dominated by an adolescent. In contrast, there was nothing that could give a man a larger hard-on than for him, no matter how young, to have full control over a sexpot. For Jose Diaz and Tina Swanson, this situation existed. With her, he felt like all the other men that possessed such a beauty. His uncle, Juan, Sandman, Bo, Tim, and countless others, and regardless of the length of time, once they were in here, they tasted a piece of heaven. Jose, a mere boy, now shared that same feeling. He was invincible. Her whispering in his ears didn’t help bring him back to reality either.

 

“Ooohh daddy. That was good,” the bitch moaned.

 

The boy inexperienced did not know whether it was true or not. He smiled just the same. With a hand flicking at her clit, he had his pillow talk. “Fucktits.”

 

In between gasp, Fucktits answered, “Y---y—esss?”

 

“You know Mr. Dong? The dean?”

 

She remembered seeing the old Vietnamese man.

 

“Shor-rr-t…skinny…forti-----sh?”

 

“Yes. Tomorrow you go meet with him.”

 

“Whhh-y?”

 

“He wants to spank you.”

 

 

The next day, Tina Swanson, after spending her lunchtime between Sandman’s legs, took an early leave. School was out and she had to meet with the old Viet. “Come in,” said the Dean Dong.

 

He was a lot shorter in person. In her high heels, the blonde towered over him. He did not like that. “Do you know why you are here, Ms. Diaz?”

 

“I’m Ms. Swanson.”

 

“Oh?”

 

“Oh, yea. Jose is my boyfriend’s nephew.”

 

“Well, either way. Jose has been caught distributing pornographic material in school Luckily I caught him before it was widespread. Otherwise, there might be drastic repercussions,” explained the little Vietnamese as he stared at the delicate features of the blonde.

 

“What do you mean?”

 

He took from a drawer some photos and DVDs. He tossed them onto the desk. They were pictures of her! Fucktits on stage. Fucktits fucking with her tits. Fucktits fucking. Fucktits sucking.

 

“Oh god!” muttered the blonde.

 

“Yes,” said Dong. “He’ll be expelled. You should tell your boyfriend, Jose’s uncle.”

 

Tina knew that she must do anything to prevent that. “Please, there must be...”

 

“Luckily,” interceded the man, “no one knows but me, Jose, and now you. He is a smart young man.” He said that as he look at her. “I understand you are a busy woman so let me be brief. I don’t have $500 for Fucktits, but I want to fuck her tits and everything else anyway.” He chuckled at his own perverse joke.

 

She stood there motionless for a second before snatching up the pictures and DVD. “The blue van in the back. Follow it,” he heard him say.

 

Forty minutes later, Fucktits was naked and on her knees. She had her hands clasp behind her back by her own accord. The little asian man was sitting on a chair in front of her brandishing a long thin bamboo. She wished desperately for him to fuck her tits, but he didn’t. At least, he didn’t yet. On her tits, lied three long welts. There was no uncertainty where that came from. He poked at her tits with the crude instrument, lifting them and then letting them fall. He liked how they bounced.

 

“Tsk tsk…your tits aren’t that big. And your lips,” he pushed his stick cruelly into her mouth, “and face, not so pretty. I’m not sure you’re worth it. Look here.” He ran the bamboo cane down into her sex and pushed it hard against her clit. He softly tapped it and said, “Whore’s cunt.”

 

He got up. Fucktits turned and followed him, scuffling after him on her knees. “Please sir. Punish this whore. Whip my tits. A whore’s cunt itches for the bamboo cane.”

 

She needed to hold his interest. The bamboo hurt. However, he remembered the alligator clips and the electricity. The man stopped allowing her to catch up. “Fine,” he said, pointing to a corner, “bring that here.”

 

Fucktits knee walked over there and brought back a square block three foot by three foot. It was composed of several rows of elongated pyramidal blocks with the sharp edges pointing up and the square base forming the base of the block. “Kneel on that,” he said.

 

She hesitated, but only a second. She knelt on it and felt the ragged edges pushing sharply into her knees and shins. The man returned with a 30 lb. dumb-bell. He placed it onto her thighs, and the girl let out a sharp scream. “You’ll not move.”

 

The white girl nodded. “Hands behind your head. Good. Your whorish tits needs punishment.”

 

The girl nodded. “Please. Whip them. They’re naughty. Sluttish,” the girl added.

 

“Count,” the man said as he sent the long rod against her well plump flesh.

”Oooo-nne….ttttwoooooooooo….” screamed the girl. For half an hr. she counted and screamed. The good thing about bamboo was that it was light. Her tits were red and covered with angry welts but the asian man barely broke a sweat. Finally, he had enough. He helped her remove the dumb bell and allowed her to get up. Her leg showed deep imprints from where she knelt. “Stand up.” The girl complied.

 

“Raised one leg up like so,” he said and demonstrated. “Like a bitch taking a piss. Right. Don’t you dare lower your leg.

 

She didn’t. He swung the bamboo into the air. The girl flinched a bit but she fought hard against the protective instinct. The asian man smiled. She was trained. The next swing was a real one. It connected with the right inner thigh and a long red welt appeared. She screamed. They always do.

 

He repeated and the girl struggled to keep her balance, especially in her heels. He worked around her thigh and down her calf. All the while the girl screamed, but kept her position. He ended the torture with a hit aimed at her cunt box. The last blow sent the girl to the floor. She rubbed her sex like a crazed slut. “Up!” the man said. She resumed her old position. “Switch legs.”

 

The girl did. He repeated the same torture and ended it in a similar way. Then he made her get up and lift her leg again. This time, he was going to give Fucktits a cunt whipping. He’ll punish her for being a tart for not being modest. A stripping cunt whore is loathsome. She corrupted.

 

Each time the bamboo made contact, the girl fell. He’ll make her get up and repeat. After ten times or so, the girl doubled over, clutching her sex and sobbed. She was now ripe. Her sex was undoubtedly sensitive. He grabbed her by her hair and threw her onto the floor. “Beg,” he said, as he kicked her thighs apart with his feet.

 

Wiping away her tears, the well trained whore, slowly spread her well beaten legs. Dong could see the red sex that somewhat resembled a pussy. It was now swollen. He gave her a funny face and said, “What an ugly cunt.”

 

“Please sir, fuck this worthless cunt.” She licked her hands and gingerly massaged it hoping to lubricate it before the inevitable rape. She knew she’ll need it.

 

Dong whipped at her pussy once more, hitting her hand. The girl really screamed this time as the pliable wood bent around her hand and licked her clit. The old Viet jammed his toe into her cunthole and foot fucked her. She yelped each time she felt his toes, nail and all, push against her abused sex. There was no need to pretend. She couldn’t. It hurt too much. “Don’t like the foot?” asked the man as he brandished his bamboo again.

 

The blonde girl quickly moved her hips in rhythm with the foot thrust and tried as best as she could to grunt seductively. “Whores can fuck anything huh? Want me to help you out and stuff my cock up that itchy cunt?” taunted the man.

 

“Yes. Anything. Whip me again. Anything, just give me your man cock,” begged the girl.

 

Dong smiled. Fucktits was a real pro. He dropped his pants and mounted her. She grunted louder. In pain or pleasure, he didn’t care. He has the whole night and he’ll fuck her raw. After tonight, she won’t be able to fuck again for awhile. He wanted the world to know what a man he was. This little cunt wasn’t woman enough. Her pussy could not take anymore after his. Like a dog in heat, he pumped into her battered sex. All the while, the blonde girl smiled through the tears.

 

 

 

Tina lied in bed next to Carlos. His hands gently ran over her body, paying particular attention to the bruises and slightly raised welts that have yet to disappear from her lovely body. “That Chinese guy did this?”

 

“Vietnamese. Yes,” Tina replied, still staring at the ceiling. She spread her legs a little and allowed Carlos to masturbate her. After a little while, he was bored and wiped her juices on the rest of the body. He slapped her tits, and Tina crawled between the sheets to find his cock. It was musky, but she got used to the smell.

 

“You know, while I was away, I did some thinking. A man can’t live with a puta all his life. And to be honest, I’m getting scared with all this STD shit spreading around.

 


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