SLAVEGIRL KITTY

BY UNKNOWN

[ part 1 ]

Kitty hated the idea of moving but she knew that after what her mother had gone through, she would have no choice. Now, one week before her eleventh birthday, she and her mother had been settled into a new town, a new suburb and a new life.

Kitty’s mother, Emily had been involved with some very shady people in the past. The feds had enough on her to send her up the creek on prostitution and fraud charges. Reluctantly, in return for immunity, she agreed to a deal to turn state’s evidence against a well known underworld figure but a delay in court proceedings meant that Emily needed to be placed in the ‘witness protection program’. The powers that be saw fit to move her and Kitty halfway across the continent to a new home in West Virginia. But Emily was struggling to cope with being a marked woman. She had turned to drugs and alcohol to insulate herself from her fears. She was virtually living her life in a chemically induced haze, and as a result, Kitty was often left to fend for herself.

The house was comfortable enough but the street was a small dead-end, with only one other home and a couple of vacant blocks.

“Boring”, thought Kitty, “fucking boring “

But then she spied their next-door-neighbour.

Greg was a fit, athletic and good looking man in his early thirties, a real outdoor type as evidenced by his rippling muscle tone and golden suntan. He was a bachelor and lived alone. Kitty ogled him the first time she laid eyes on him. The young girl had been brought up in the company of many different men due to her mother’s dependence on prostitution to make ends meet. There was little the girl did not know about the facts of life, however, she had no real interest in boys her own age.

After a settling-in period of a few weeks, Kitty began hanging around Greg’s house more and more. Greg was initially flattered by her interest in him. Although it was never suggested that it was ever sexual, Greg was keen to find out if this little dark skinned babe really had the hots for his cock. And a babe she was. She was part African, no doubt, but mostly white blood flowed through her veins. She was at that ‘so cute’ age with big brown eyes and a smile that could open any door in town, and although she was obviously breastless and, Greg guessed, hairless, what the heck, he thought, if she wants it, I’ll give it to her.

Greg was using the workshop toilet that day Kitty wandered in. He hadn’t closed the door and she stood there watching him from behind.

“I’m just taking a piss, darling”, he said, but she just giggled and didn’t reply.

“Time to test the waters”, he thought. After he’d finished and flushed the bowl, he pretended to be examining his cock.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

Greg turned around with his half swollen manhood in his hand. “I caught it on my zipper the other day and I’m tying to see if the mark has gone away yet. Can you see?”

Kitty moved closer, her eyes fixed on his now almost standing boner. “No I can’t see any marks on it, did it hurt much?”

“Yea, it sure did. If I could have, I would have kissed it better there and then, but I couldn’t reach it”, he added with a laugh. Kitty laughed with him. “Next time I do something silly like that, you can come over and kiss it better for me”.

Kitty looked at him with an uncertain frown. Suddenly she smiled. “Ok”, she blurted, “But what about this time?”

“This time?”, Greg asked.

“Yes, do you want me to kiss it better, this time?”

“Yes, I’d like that”, he replied.

“Where does it hurt?”

Greg pointed to a spot about half way up the shaft on the underside. Kitty took the now throbbing hard-on gently in her wicked little hands, lifted it, and kissed the spot nominated by Greg.

“Is it better now?” She asked, her eyes looking deeply into his and her lips still in contact with his meat. “No it needs lots of little licks and kisses”. Greg wanted to see how far this could go.

Kitty began to lick his cock from the base of his balls to the top of his knob. Each lick was slow and deliberate as she stared lovingly into his eyes. Greg could do nothing else but enjoy the sensation, however, the promising moment was shattered by the sound of Emily’s voice calling out for Kitty.

“What the fuck does she want”, Kitty whispered in exasperation. “I’ll have to go, but, can I come over later?”

“Of course you can baby, after all, he’s still not better yet”.

A big smile ripped across Kitty’s face. She through her arms around Greg’s neck and kissed his lips. “I hope he never gets better”, she teased as she walked out the door.

Greg watched expectantly for Kitty’s return. He had discarded his clothes and was wearing just a bathrobe. Ten, then fifteen minutes passed and still no movement from next door until a taxi swung into the street and stopped in front of the house. The driver sounded his horn and soon after Emily emerged, stepped into the back seat and closed the door. Greg was sure Kitty would follow and this opportunity would be lost, but to his surprise the vehicle began to move, slowly at first and then it sped off up the street.

Greg’s pulse began to race as he saw Kitty running towards his driveway. She had changed from the lumberjack shirt and jeans she had been wearing earlier to a short little cotton summer dress.

Kitty was panting with excitement as Greg opened the door to let her in.

“Mum’s gone down to Alexander’s bar for the day. Said she needed a break. Won’t be home for hours”, she said with a flurry.

“Ok then”, was Greg’s reply. “You can stay over here as long as you like, Kitty. I’m just about to take a shower”.

“Can I watch?” She asked mischievously.

“Sure, I don’t mind”.

Kitty followed Greg into the bathroom where he dispensed with the robe exposing his full nudity to her gaze. Although his cock was raging again, he tried to be as casual as he could, turning on the faucets and adjusting the water temperature. Kitty studied his body with its golden skin and swimmer’s physique. She admired his rock hard chest muscles and protruding nipples, but of course, it was his cock, his rock hard cock that interested her most. It was about seven inches long, smooth and round, and stood up and out from his body like a Nazi salute.

“Your shower is much bigger than ours”, she started. “In fact, I’ll bet you could get two people into your shower”.

“Do you think so?” He asked. She nodded. “Why don’t we see if we BOTH can fit?”

“OK”, she came back with excitement. Then without batting an eyelid she grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly began lifting all the while watching the reaction on Greg’s face. She exposed her upper thighs as Greg waited for her knickers to come into view, but the next thing he saw was pussy, pure prepubescent pussy, for she was wearing no knickers. Greg was almost beside himself with anticipation as the dress reached her tiny little breasts. How he wanted to suck them, there and then but figured there would be ample time to sample those delights later. Kitty was now completely naked.

Greg stepped into the shower recess and Kitty followed. He took the soap and began to lather her nipples sparking her first sign of physical arousal.

“May I kiss him better again, Sir”, she asked with a seductive pout of her lips.

“Of course you may”, Greg replied in keeping with the formality of her request. “And I really like that”.

“What?”

“You calling me, SIR”.

Again she grinned. “Yes Sir”.

Standing less than four feet tall, Kitty didn’t have to bend far to bring her mouth to the six foot man’s raging boner. She began by licking and kissing but soon dropped over the knob taking in a good three-quarters of the shaft. Greg moaned with delight as the little negress worked his manhood toward a shattering climax. But he didn’t want to climax, not just yet.

He eased her mouth off his cock and lifted her up so that her eyes were level with his. His strong hands supported her buttocks as his fingers gently caressed her little slit. They kissed and kissed passionately. She’d done this before, that was evident, but Greg hardly cared. They indulged in each others bodies until the hot water began to turn tepid.

“What shall we do now, Sir”.

“We’ll dry off and go into the living room”.

“And then, Sir?”

“Sir would like you to kneel before him and kiss him better again”.

“YES Sir, thank you Sir”

In the living room Greg reclined on his favourite luxurious sofa while the naked Kitty knelt before him and dutifully took him in her mouth once more. She adored this man, she adored his penis and she adored giving him pleasure.

“Sir”, she whispered. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world”.

She studied his reaction as she ran her mouth along the side of his member as if playing a mouth organ. Greg could hardly believe her submission. It seemed she was offering him her absolute obedience and unconditional loyalty, and expecting nothing in return. He lifted the heels of his feet, spread them and rested them on the edge of the settee. He gently coaxed her chin off his shaft and motioned her mouth toward his rectum.

“Lick there”, he commanded touching his arshole with his index finger. He allowed his head to flop back on the headrest, closed his eyes and waited for the result of his order. There was a slight pause and Greg wondered if he had asked too much of her, but his concern was put to rest as the delightfully unique pleasure that only the gentle caress of a human tongue can give, filled his senses.

“Do not stop until your are instructed to do so”.

“No Sir, I shall not”, Kitty answered and returned to her duty. For the next fifteen minutes, Greg allowed her to service his anus. He was sure she would pleasure him for hours in this manner if he so commanded her. Finally he moved her back toward his neglected throbber and she eagerly resumed engulfing him in her wicked little oral cavity with even more enthusiasm then before.

“Kitty”.

“Yes Sir”.

“I would like you to take my cum in your mouth and swallow every last drop. Will you do that for me?”

“Of course Sir”, she replied. “I would be honoured, but before I do, may I ask you a question?”

“Yes darling, you may”.

Her eyes pierced his.

“Am I nigger?” she asked.

Greg almost gagged with the unexpected ask.

“A what?” he retorted.

“Am I a nigger?” she repeated.

“Well”, he continued, wondering where this was heading. “I guess you are…. But I don’t think too many people use that word much any more”.

“They used to, in the olden days”.

“Yes, I suppose they did”.

“Do you know what else happened in the olden days, Sir?”

“Tell me”, Greg ordered, hoping this was going somewhere interesting.

“Nigger girls were slaves and white men were their masters. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes that is correct, and that still is the case in some parts of the world today”, he lied but didn’t care. After all she wouldn’t know any better. She kissed his penis once more.

“Sir”. She sought permission to speak.

“Yes darling”. Greg was loving this.

“If I had lived in the olden days, I would’ve been a slave, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes you would have”, was Greg’s quiet and controlled reply.

“Not you though”, she declared. “You would have been a master”. Suddenly she beamed. “Maybe even MY master”.

Greg smiled. “I’d have liked that, being your master. Yes… I’d have liked that a lot”.

She ogled him and lovingly sucked him again.

“Sir”, she asked.

“Yes baby”.

“Would you have been a cruel master?”

“What do you mean, sweetheart”.

“Well…. Some masters were very cruel to their slaves and whipped them every day. Would you have whipped me every day, if you were my master”.

“Not every day, just some days” he answered as if intimating that whipping a slave anything less than everyday was not to be considered cruel.

She took him in her mouth once more.

“Sir” she asked yet again.

“Go on honey”.

“Would you have tied me up like this when you whipped me?”. She stood upright, spread her legs, raised her hands high above her head and crossed them at the wrists.

“Yes, that’s exactly how I would have tied you up”.

“And would you have whipped me across here”, she asked running her finger across her little nipples.

“Yes”, he replied.

“And here”. She ran her fingers up her inner thighs.

“Of course” he answered. “A master needs to punish his slave where it will hurt most”.

“How many times would you have whipped me?”

“Hundreds of times”, he answered wanting to find out exactly what was going on in her mind.

“Hundreds! Whow…. Hundreds. I’d have screamed heaps if you whipped me hundreds of times”.

“Well, master’s like to hear their slaves scream when they whip them, and strong slaves need to be lashed many times to make them scream”.

“Yea…. I guess”, she answered dropping to her knees to resume sucking slowly and deeply. Greg built to orgasm. The conversation had stirred his loins to an almost sickening level of excitement. He no longer had control. He blew and blew and blew down her little throat and she took every drop, eagerly sucking and licking any remnants of his load from the slowly softening organ.

“Sir”,

“Yes my pet”.

She crossed her wrists and offered them to him with her head bowed.

“Will you be my master?”