“I wouldn’t trade your cunt for any other cunt in the universe,” Cody breathed directly into my ear. “Your cunt is the essence of magnificence, a work of art, a masterpiece.” I inserted two fingers into my pussy and began to fuck myself hard. “Yes, yes…” I didn’t know where the words were coming from or what I was saying yes to. At this moment I didn’t know anything at all. I was achieving the pinnacle of great sex—an utter and complete lack of thought.
“You know why I came on to you so hard that first night at the bar?” Cody continued her exquisite torture, whispering in my ear. “Because you were the strongest woman in the room. You moved like a lioness prowling the desert. I knew I had to go in for the kill.” With these last words of Cody’s, I spasmed, my breath caught in my throat, tears came to my eyes and I saw stars.
ON MY HONOR
D. L. King
It was the Girl Scout badge sash that did it, really. I mean, I was a Girl Scout, as a child, and had a badge sash; still do. It’s at the bottom of the drawer I keep my jeans in. I ran across it a few weeks ago. It’s tiny. I mean really tiny. There’s no way I could wear it now. But she was wearing hers. Here she was on uniform night in a Girl Scout badge sash, a pale green short-sleeved cotton shirt and a green pair of boy shorts.
“Are you a good little Girl Scout or a bad one?” I asked her.
She looked at me and smiled before looking down. “I try to be good, Ma’am.”
“Based on that smile, I’d say you probably fail a lot. In fact, I’d bet you’re a pretty bad little Girl Scout. Where’s your hat? You know you’re out of uniform without your hat?”
“I lost it. I lost it in the bushes.”
“What were you doing in the bushes?” I asked.
“Katie told me she wanted to show me something, but she didn’t show me anything, she just put her hand down my shorts. And then our troop leader called and my hat fell off. In the bushes.” She smiled and ground her toe into the floor, looking up to see if she was having the proper effect on me.
“Just as I thought, you are a bad little Girl Scout. Where did you get the badge sash?”
“It’s mine, Ma’am. I mean, it really is mine. I was a Girl Scout for years when I was a kid.”
“Well, girlie, you look just fine.”
I wasn’t really wearing a uniform. I was wearing my short-sleeved leather shirt, black jodhpurs and black riding boots. I suppose I sort of looked like a state trooper—in some alternate universe. The shirt is something I tend to wear occasionally, when I go out. Really, the whole outfit is a normal night at the bar, with the possible exception of the jodhpurs. Those I put on for uniform night. Hey, it worked. All the little girls knew I was one sexy-ass top, and that was all that mattered.
“Let me see that badge sash,” I said. “So these are really yours, huh? I had some of these. What’s this one?” I asked, pointing to one with a coffee cup on it.
Her attention was drawn to the place where my finger rested against her abdomen. “Oh, that’s Hospitality or Hospitality Services, I think. Something like that.”
“Yeah, I didn’t have that one. Guess I wasn’t into service, even then. Why don’t you go get me a drink and we can talk,” I handed her a twenty. “You can bring it right back here. We’ll see if your service skills are still up to par.” I saw a little shiver course through her. “Ketel One martini, three olives, up. What’s that you’re drinking?”
“Tom Collins, Ma’am.”
“Tom Collins? God, haven’t heard that one in a long time. A retro drink for a retro girl. Well, get yourself another one of those too. Show me what kind of hospitality slut, er, sub you are.”
She grinned, licked her lips and headed off toward the bar. Actually, she flounced off to the bar, giving her ass a little extra shake, just in case I was looking. And of course I was looking.
The bar was filled with cops, paramedics, doctors and even a few nurses but I was smitten by the little Girl Scout with the curly brown hair, sweet tits and curvy ass.
“Sorry, Ma’am, there was a crowd at the bar. I’ll try to do better next time.”
The bar looked to be about ten deep in women wanting drinks. “You seem to have deserved that badge in hospitality.” I was fascinated by her badge sash. She had a sewing badge and a cup with pens and brushes sticking out of it. I had that one; I seemed to remember it was called Dabbler or something like that, It was an art badge. She had a lifesaving badge and something that looked like helping hands.
“I guess you like to help people, huh? Saved any lives?”
“Nope. I got the badge and then, when I turned sixteen, I passed my Red Cross Junior and Senior Lifesaving tests but I never got a job as a lifeguard. I suppose I do like to help people. I’d like to help you.”
I looked at her. “Oh, yeah? What do you think I need help with?”
“Well, anything. I mean, you might need help with cleaning your house or cooking or,” she paused. “Or putting your clothes away, you know, like after you take them off. Or maybe I could just help you relax. I’m pretty good at massage—all kinds of massage and I’m pretty good at—providing a canvas for relieving your tensions, ya know?”
I stroked the badges and let my fingers trail down her chest to her hip. She leaned in to me. I could just see the white of her bra peeking out at me. I ran my hand over her throat and slowly moved it down, reaching into the neck of her shirt. My finger traced the top of a cup. “A white bra. How pure and virginal. Just the thing for a naughty little Girl Scout.”
We had another round before deciding to go back to the apartment. I’d originally thought a late supper would be good, but when I asked if she’d like to get something to eat, she said, “You mean, like you?”
That did it. I told her she was very bad and would need to be punished and that she’d better come along with me.
“Ooh, you gonna slap the cuffs on me, Officer?”
“I might, with that kind of smart mouth. Hell, I might anyway.”
Once back at the apartment, I told her to take the shorts and shirt off, but to put the badge sash back on. It was perfect; she looked like Miss Girl Scout America. The sash separated and framed her tits perfectly. I tweaked her nipples until they stood up and saluted.
“Ooh, Daddy,” she squealed.
“I’m not your daddy and I bet he’d be pretty PO’d if he could see you now. I think you’d better stick to Ma’am. Now why don’t you get in the kitchen and fix me a nice cup of tea to go with that steaming cup badge you have?” I slapped her ass. I was still fascinated by the way her tits looked separated by the sash.
“On second thought, come with me.” In the bedroom I opened my cabinet of goodies. She began to salivate. I took out a pair of clover clamps, joined by a fairly heavy chain, and attached them to her perky little nipples.
“Ooh, Mommy!”
“I told you: Ma’am! You’re impossible. Now go in there and make me a cup of tea. I don’t think you’ll have any trouble finding what you need.” I smacked her on the ass again to hurry her along, loving the way the chain bounced with her movements.
While she was busy in the kitchen, I went back into the bedroom to choose my toys for the evening. I brought an armload of stuff back to the living room, not sure we’d get to all of it, but it’s better to be prepared… wait, that’s the Boy Scout motto.
By the time my naked little Girl Scout reappeared with a tray containing a steaming mug of tea, sugar and milk, along with a small plate of cookies, I had everything nicely laid out and ready for her. She set the tray down on the coffee table and came over to have a look at everything I’d set out. After fixing my tea, I came back to join her. “What, no tea for yourself?”