Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess - Sex Stories

Penthouse Slaves Series: Jess

I walked through the living room. Girls in outfits that would make their daddies cringe lay on every surface. Teenage girls dressed as slutty maids, pigtailed schoolgirls and raver sluts stared wide eyed at me as I walked between them. Jess was laying on the couch with her tight ass sticking up in the air. She was a tall pale redhead with big blue eyes and tiny pouty lips. Her body is toned from years of swimming and today she was wearing blue tigerskin lingerie, three sizes too small as always. I slap her barely covered ass, and she gasps in a high squeak. I loom over her young toned body and watch her eyes go wide as a faded red handprint appears on her tiny teen asscheek. The first of many. I don’t have to speak. She rises without command or question, her eyes to the floor as she follows me to the bedroom. I close the door and lock it, leaving her to stand on stilettos and dread what lies ahead. Silently I returned to her side and began encircling her, admiring every inch of my teen fucktoy. I own her. I own her d cup breasts and the tight teen stomach adorned with a belly button ring. I own her small hips and the long legs that allow me to fuck her standing up, with heels on of course. But most of all I own her glistening lips, both on her innocent face and in that place between her legs where she will earn her worth. Her young chest is pushing the undersized bra to the limit. The thin fabric can barely contain her plump teen tits. The bra is held together with three ...

... hooks and as I start to play with them Jess begins to shake. I unlatch the first of three, causing her tits to jump and jiggle. I undo the second and her tits bounce violently as they lose support. Her plump d cup breasts are forcing their way out of the tiny bra. The final hook bends under the stress, unable to contain her young bust. I snap off the final hook in a quick motion. Suddenly free, her tits spring forward before settling upright on her chest. They are perfect. As big as my palm and so perky you would swear they have a deal with gravity. The bra falls away and they stand at attention, bouncing ever so slightly as Jess’ breath quickens. “Touch your elbows slut.” I commanded from behind her. Her hands drift behind her back and her perfectly plump tits rise as she brings her elbows together as tightly as possible. I reached around her body and grab a tit in each hand, groping them like an animal. I squeeze, I slap, I pinch and I play with her young chest until I know one thing for sure. She has changed. I sent her to see Damon and Damon fixed her. She would no longer fight. She would let me violate her body endlessly, without plea or protest. “You got nice tits slut. Nice slutty tits for a fucking ginger slut. That’s what you are right? A ginger slut?” “Yes daddy I’m a dirty ginger slut.” She replies. “I’m your good little sex toy and I want you to use me like the whore I am.” She knew her lines well. But she didn’t mean them like the other girls did. She was just ...