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"Now don't go turning me into a big dick again.
After all we went through all evening doing what you wanted"


She seemed to consider his words; it was true that he had allowed her to choose what they'd been doing for the evening, but even as she considered being 'reasonable' his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, so teasingly close to her sex that she had to stop herself from inhaling sharply at what could be if only his hand moved that tiny bit higher.

"But if your not the good little girl. Then that means your a bad one.
Don't make me put you over my knee"


She laughed at his empty threat.

"You wouldn't dare ... "

She countered, though her cheeks flushed at the thought.
And then he was standing over her looking down and reminding her that he was more than capable of doing just what he liked to her, whether she objected or not.

Despite herself, she did gasp as his large hand moved to her stomach.

"But than again ... I could always be a dick"

She willed herself not to react as thick finger ran up between her breasts.
He wasn't an artistic type, or an academic or business type like she was used to.
His strength and unpredictability made for a heady combination and Bernie considered for the first time if teasing him like this would all too soon see her out of her depth.

"Is that what you want? a big dick?"

Her wide eyes met his. Was this a reference to his treating her like a brat again, or was it an offer of something altogether more adult.

"Perhaps kik just undress you with my eyes"

She paused considering her answer as she watched his eyes rake over her body.

"We both know you're good at looking ... "

She commented softly.

"And I thought you were a man who made good on your threats ... "

She found herself teasing again as she recalled the way he had thrown her in the pool and how he had entered her bedroom, a breach of privacy her own father hand never dared commit.

"Daddy has no idea what a bad girl I am ... "

She told him her body arching slightly in response to his big hand on her smooth flesh.

" ... but isn't that what you want me to be Lance?"

Something spurred her on to challenge him.

"A naughty girl for your big dick .... ?"

Her eyes dropped deliberately to his crotch.
She was literally asking for trouble, but for a girl who usually ran rings around the guys in her life, the risk of seeing just how far she could push Lance was .... irresistible ...
 
He loved the way she said 'dick'

There was something about it. Something about the way she looked as she arched her back and thrust her chest towards him, just as he eyes locked on his groin

"I am sure your daddy has no idea how bad you are. How naughty you have been, or are going to be" he told her with a smile as he let his hand slide over the swell of one breasts, his fingers grazing the exposed skin. His other hi and drifted to his crotch, grabbing the rod of flesh that was swelling along his thigh

"As for my big dick, well that's something else. I bet right now your widening his big it is. After all the cocks you've seen today, isn't it time you saw a real one" he asked with a smile

"I know its time I saw a real titty" he said, then tuned his hand, his fingers catching the edge if her bra, and he tugged down, pulling the cup of her bra low an smiling as one firm bronze tit popped free, her dark nipple stiff and calling to him
 
"I am sure your daddy has no idea how bad you are.
How naughty you have been, or are going to be"


His words sent a flare of heat through her body as did the touch of his hand upon her breast. Her eyes widened, but she managed not to gasp in surprise as his hand moved downwards to grab lewdly at his visibly ample cock.

"As for my big dick, well that's something else. I bet right now your widening his big it is.
After all the cocks you've seen today, isn't it time you saw a real one"


She couldn't help but grin at his confidence. He definitely wasn't intimidated by her ... interests ...

"I know its time I saw a real titty"

Despite herself, she gasped as his hand moved to capture the edge of her bra, tugging it downwards in a deft movement causing the flesh to escape, the nipple standing erect, her soft supple flesh bouncing as the spillage was propped proudly having escaped the confines of the cup.

"It seems you've seen mine ... but I have yet to see yours ..."

She purred as she extended her hand and pressed against his crotch, her fingers toying with his zipper ...
 
He watched her flesh jiggle ever so deliciously. Her dark hard nipple crowning that firm round peak. He almost didn't hear her becaus I how focused he was. But his cock throbbed as her hand landed on his crotch. He felt her fingers toy with his zipper

"Well go on and let it out" he told her with a smile as his finger slid free from the material of her bra and trailed back up the curve of her breast to trace slow circles around the rigid nub.

"After all. I'm not stopping you" he said as his fingers slowly caught her nipple. He gently squeezed it, just barely tugging on it

"We have to get to know each other a little better somehow right?" He said as his eyes finally slid up to hers, but hers were fixed onnthentabke bulge that swelled along his thigh.
 
"Well go on and let it out"

His words challenged her even as his fingers circled her exposed breast.

"After all. I'm not stopping you"

Bernie gasped as his fingers captured her nipple, the pressure he applied, the slight stretch of her sensitive bud making her whimper audibly.

"We have to get to know each other a little better somehow right?"

She laughed somewhat breathlessly at that. She was sure that this was NOT what daddy had in mind for her when he'd asked Lance to stay. She doubted that her 'babysitter' would show such a loss of control, for even as Bernie watched, the bulge in his pants and the way the fabric stretched across the swelling especially down one thigh had her mesmerised. Slowly she caught the zipper and drew it downwards, a flick to release the button at his waistband enabled her to open his pants and remove the last barrier to her touch.

She lifted her eyes to his then, only to find that he had been watching her.

"Still not stopping me?"

She asked breathlessly.

"You obviously really want to show me what a big dick you are ... "

She dimpled a mock sweet grin as her hand dipped beneath the fabric to allow her fingers to curl around his naked flesh and draw his length carefully free.
Even given her 'artistic appreciation' of the male cock, Lance had truly impressive proportions!
 
He smiled back at the cute look she gave him. Ever slow second of he working his zipper and button had been agonizing, but he just smiled when she asked if he was stopping her. Of course he wasn't.

His response was to slide his finger from the exposed breast to that of the orb still covered by her bra. And as her hand wrapped around his forth and worked his meat free, he slipped the bra down from her breast. Just as her flesh jiggled free, his cock slipped free

He looked up to see te stare and grin she gave his thick heavy cock

"I must say the art was nice. But i do enjoy the real thing" he told her as he let his other hand slip around, catching a nipple in each hand as he gently toyed with then, groaning at the relief if having his cock free. His stiff member looking even larger in her soft delicate hand.
 
As she pulled his thick cock free, he somehow liberated her second breast, the dual swell of flesh spilling over, yet the bra somehow holding her supple flesh even higher than normal as if offered up to his touch.

"I must say the art was nice. But i do enjoy the real thing"

She could not disagree as her hand struggled to fit around his girth, the iron hard heat beyond impressive as he seemed to throb in her hand.

"Art is supposed to capture reality, not replace it,"

She told him.

"... or at least offer glimpses of it, frames if you like ... "

Her hand had begun to slowly stroke along the considerable length.

"This is definitely a cock I'd love to add to my collection ...."

She met his gaze again, her comment deliberately cryptic; thought it might seem she referred to her artistic collection, in truth Bernie knew that this was one cock that had to be 'experienced' before its representation was to join her artistic works, for after all, how else could she possibly do her work justice.

"This sure is an 'adult' way of getting to know each other better ..."

She observed.

"Though I really doubt that daddy would agree...."

She couldn't hold back a chuckle at how far from her father's intentions their actions had developed.

"... I can handle it though ... and you're definitely more than equipped to take care of me ... "

Her teasing double entendre tempted, yet danced on the edge of how things must surely progress between them. Despite her bravado, her breath was rapid, her pulses racing as she made no attempt to cover her exposed breasts from his view or his touch and all the while she dragged her hand up and down that shaft that throbbed and twitched now that it was freed from its confines ...
 
He chuckled at her word play

"Always coy are we?" He asked wit a smile as her hand slowly worked over his throbbing cock

"Well in glad you think its worthy of your collection. I wouldn't mind having these around somewhere" he said with a grin as his hands spread out an he openly an hungrily groped the flesh if er breasts. Tired if having the bra in hi way he grabbed her by the shoulders and sat he up in front if him. His cock now dangerously close to her face. His hands quickly slid down her back and unsnapped her bra

"There now that's better" he said as the pair of pert round orbs bobbed free from the prop of her bra.

"So then how does a cock go about getting added to the collection
 
"Always coy are we?"

She pretended wide eyed innocence, the facial expression in stark contrast with the movement of her hand as she stroked his cock.

"Well in glad you think its worthy of your collection.
I wouldn't mind having these around somewhere"


The sensation of his large hands groping her firm breasts made her gasp. She offered no resistance as he pulled her upwards his hands moving behind her back to work deftly to release her bra strap. For such a well built man, she realised that Lance did not lack agility and gave her no time to protest or move away before she found herself all too close to his crotch and that thickly throbbing dick pointing right at her face.

"There now that's better"

It was obvious that he was pleased with his handiwork, which left her stripped to the waist and in a most 'vulnerable' position.

"So then how does a cock go about getting added to the collection?"

He asked her as if alerting her to the fact that she had stopped stroking him.

"No who's being coy?"

She dared to challenge him.

"I think we decided to leave the photography until we'd gotten to know each other better....?"

She asked breathlessly.

"Which must mean that this has nothing to do with art?"

She had moved her hand away from his shaft and leaned back deliberately supporting herself with her hands behind her back, her pert breasts naturally pushing forward in that position more than aware that his eyes and hand were all over them.

"So you must be asking me how you can persuade me to let you fuck me ...?"

Lance wasn't her usual rich or artistic type, but how could she not want a guy of such impressive proportions and who was supposed to be 'forbidden' to her as his very presence had been all part of her father's elaborate plan to keep her out of trouble?

"... all you have to do is abuse your authority ..."

She told him referring back to their earlier conversation.

"... How could I resist a guy who really knows how to handle a girl like me ... ?"

She purred indicating that she was already 'persuaded'.
 
He smiled at her coy words. She had leaned back and lifted her chest to his probing hands.

"Abuse authority huh?" He asked with a growl. Then he leaned down and kissed her lips. Shifting his body closer so that the head of his cock slid along the bottom of her breasts. The silky heat of her flesh driving through his cock as his lips slid over hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth to playful glide over her own. His hands continues to squeeze her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as his big hands devoured her
 
"Abuse authority huh?"

There was something in his tone that told her that she had pushed him too far, that he was more than up for he challenge she had thrown in his direction.
She was surprised when he kissed her; his mouth capturing her lips pressing demandingly which made her pulses race. She could feel the head of that thick cock nudging against her, nudging beneath her breasts and as she gasped his tongue pushed forward and teased her own.

She was way out of her depth, way out of control; his body was over her, his tongue had invaded her mouth now and his hands moved more determinedly across her young breasts, exploring, not quite rough, but thorough, her whole body jolted as his fingers closed upon her nipples and pinched them...

And all the time his thick cock was trapped between them as he held her pinned beneath him on the sofa. Bernie had considered herself experienced enough, much more so than her father could ever imagine his little girl was capable of, but she had never been faced with a man such as Lance. She had no idea what she could have unleashed here, but that unpredictability fuelled Bernie's arousal and anticipation ...
 
She seemed to respond to every touch. Her breathing, her arched back, the heat pulsing through her skin as he began to take her. He smiled as her tongue danced with his as well as he could. He shifted his hips as he released one of her firm breasts. An as he did his cock slid up over that flesh, the long hot shaft sliding over her nipple

He slid his tongue free from her mouth and leaned back up. Looking down, he had one nipple caught in his fingers, gently tugging at the noun if her breast. The other was being overwhelmed by his thick heavy shaft. His cock lay right over her nipple, the head if his cok practically at her shoulder as his heavy balls rested on that gentle curve of her breasts.

"Well as a judge of cocks, purely in the artistic form I'm sure, how does mine stand?" He asked with a grin as he leaned back, letting his cock slowly drag over her flesh, finally bobbing free as the head slipped off of her nipple.
 
His cock was nudging and then rubbing across her breast. She looked up as Lance loomed over her, his fingers tugging at one breast, the other covered by his cock which stood high and proud, his heavy balls pressing against her body.

"Well as a judge of cocks, purely in the artistic form I'm sure, how does mine stand?"

Bernie took a steadying breath and attempted to answer coherently.

" ... generously proportioned ... "

She responded breathlessly.

" ... more ... insistent than many ... "

She observed.

" ... but artistically ... aesthetically pleasing ... "

She managed breathlessly.
 
He smiled at her breathless answer. The way she tried to sound professional and serious, but her body was anything but reserved

"And how does it taste?" He asked as he shoved the head if his cock up towards her face, just letting the tip slide over her lips
 
"And how does it taste?"

She couldn't believe that she was, all be it willingly, pinned to the sofa with her 'babysitter's' cock nudging her lips. Her eyes widened in shock at his action and his words. Lance had called her bluffs at every turn and she knew that she should turn her head, pull away, but knew that he would laugh and let her go and they would both know that she was just a little girl playing adult games.

Alternatively she could so easily ...

"I don't know ... yet ... "

She responded, her eyes on his as she slowly licked her lips, her tongue tip just grazing his cock head, but making no attempt to encourage him deeper into her mouth.

"Hmmm ... first impressions ... ok ... "

Her breathy words undermined the casual dismissal she was aiming for, as she knew it would.
 
He chuckle at the timid flick of er tongue. The way she almost seemed to have to fight herself to give his cock that barest hint if a taste

"Ahh. Bashful I see. Here I thought your were a sexual connesuer. A fan of all things erotic. But it seems that I may have frightened you" then without warning he slid back, dropped his head and caught her nipple in his mouth. Just as he did his hand dropped between er thighs and began to rub the mound of he sex fervently, coaxing her fiery loins, stoking the list that was growing within
 
"Ahh. Bashful I see. Here I thought your were a sexual connesuer.
A fan of all things erotic. But it seems that I may have frightened you"


He taunted good naturedly.

The suddenness with which his mouth found her nipple made her gasp loudly.
She squirmed as a hand dived between her legs and cupped her sex, rubbing her mound determinedly making her moan and arch her back. His mouth was hot and wet around her swelling breast, her panties offered little protection against the big hand which was rubbing so insistently against her moistening panties.

"Oh my Godd... "

She gave a soft exclamation as her pulses jolted and raced.
If his boldness had frightened her, it was fright that she had lost control of this whole situation and was unable to avoid being carried along with this torturous assault upon her senses...
 
There was something in the way she sounded. Something in the way that her body reacted, that made him pause.

He suddenly felt the age difference between them. It was as if all of her bravado was washed away as he felt her trembling innocence through her body.

Her panties were damp, er mound soft and hot. Her nipple was rigid, her back arched as she gave herself to him. And his hesitation raced away as he decided to enjoy molding this young thing into a perfect little slut for a week.
 
Bernie considered that she had 'fucked around' and loved how hot and horny the whole erotic art scene made her. Hell, she even had ambitions to move into perhaps more 'adult' type work at some stage. It paid much more than being an artists model, that was for sure. But though she had thought herself experienced and even sophisticated to levels beyond the poor guy her father had no doubt coerced into overseeing her activities for the week, she had never been faced with the .. appetites ... of a man who cared nothing for her daddy's position, who wasn't appropriately grateful for any teasing touch she deigned to allow him and could never have predicted that once that boundary had been overstepped how impossible it would be to rein in his desire for her body.

Too late she realised that Lance was not someone she could outwit and out-tease and play along, keeping him dangling as she had done with all other guys previously. Sure she delivered, but always on her terms. For that reason alone she never considered herself a cocktease, but playtime was over now and it was she who found herself at his mercy, the tables turning for the first time in her life ...
 
He let her breast pop free from his mouth as his deft fingers tugged her panties aside. He lifted his head and looke into her eyes as he let two thick fingers dive inside of her tight wet slit

He slowly pumped them in and out of her as he watched the expression on her face.

"I think that you are about to get your first real adult education" he told her with a smile as he watched te pleasure wash across her face

"And I think I'm about to enjoy this week more then I ever hoped"
 
Her breasts was swollen and aching by the time he released it. But just as she was even beginning to consider that she might be able to think coherently, to get some control on the situation, his hands had moved to her panties, a helpless exclamation as he pulled the fabric aside. His eyes met her wide shocked ones. Yet even as their gazes locked she felt the push of his fingers and in one deft move they were up inside her.

Her mouth literally dropped open in a silent exclamation, stunned that he had entered her without giving her the opportunity to agree or object or even react.

"Ohhh ... oh my... my God ... "

Her hands moved to grasp uselessly at the sofa as he began to pump in and out of her. Thick strong fingers forcing her sex to flutter and stretch and accommodate them as he fingered her steadily. And, God, it felt so good, so good to have the tables turned on her, so good to be at the mercy of the guy she had thought to have twisted around her little finger ...

"I think that you are about to get your first real adult education"

For all the bravado, he had reduced her to feeling like a little girl, inexperienced and out of her depth and she found bizarrely that she loved feeling so helpless.

"And I think I'm about to enjoy this week more then I ever hoped"

His voice held promise and threat; his unpredictability thrilling her with that edge of fear of what he would do with her as he effectively had her 24/7 for the coming week at least....
 
He stood over her, his fingers thrusting with a slow rhythm, his hand disappearing under her skirt as it dove into he tight hot slit again and again

He smiled as he looked down a her. He used his other hand to grab the base of his cock. He shifted his hips as he rubbed the swollen head if his thick cock over her silky skin, tracing the sweeping lines of her firm breasts, teasing her rigid nipples and leaving a trail of precum
 
Bernie felt as if she had never been fingered so thoroughly. Her 'type' if she had one ran to what her father called 'artistic types' whose fingers were deft and skilled in fine manipulation whereas Lance's fingers were thick and powerful and thrust rapidly in and out of her as he reached up her skirt.

She found him intimidating, she had to admit it. And when he brought his cock to her breasts and rubbed her now rock hard nipples with the head, she gasped at the teasing sensation and at how lewd the action was. The heave of her breasts as her breathing grew ragged adding rather than detracting from his painting of her delicate skin.

And all the while her tight pussy fluttered and ached at the violation of her sex.
This wasn't what she'd wanted from him, wasn't how she'd intended things to go.
She had thought it would be fun to play him, but the game Lance was playing was altogether more adult and somehow her body was responding to his treatment.
 
He grinned as he watched the expression on her face. It was oh so clear just how much she had been boasting. Just how much of it was teasing, an how so little of it she was ready for. But I was to late now. She had roused the beast, and it would be sated

He leaned back from her breasts, let go of the base of his cock and grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her to his cock, until the thick monstrous rod of hit flesh slid along her cheek. He gripped her by the hair and turned her head up to look at him

"Tongue out" he commanded as he shifted his hips, letting his cock slide over her exotic face
 
She cried out in shock and fright as his hand grabbed her head and pulled her forward. His cock was against her cheek, the heat and hardness of that member all too evident against her soft skin. She whimpered as his strong hands wound in her hair, using it to turn her head upwards, her eyes lifting to meet his, her fright evident as she realised that she was totally at his mercy.

"Tongue out"

His words were authoritative and made it clear that he was not to be disobeyed.
His hips moved making his cock rub over her face in such a lewd action.
Her eyes had not left his. Somehow she knew he had blown her cover; that what she had thought was a wide experience before paled into insignificance against the situation she knew found herself in.

And so after only moments of indecision she parted her lips and extended her tongue, a slight tremor running through her body and a flush suffusing her face as she obeyed.
 
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