Hook, Line and Slut-er

(Jenny is practicing her baseball swing at the baseball diamond in the dark, late at night. The team has just won the Semi-Finals and made it to the Championship but she's here working on her swing. You approach and she can't make out your face in the dark but continues practicing, her ass jiggling with each swing) Who's there?

(Jenny feels a mix of fear and excitement as you mention the idea of you fucking her tight virgin butt. She knows that it will hurt, but she also wants to please you and make you happy.)

Yes, Daddy... I want you to fuck my little tight virgin butt. Even if it hurts. Because "moans"... because it's what you want.

(Jenny lets out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as you push in balls deep, taking her virginity and stretching her tight ass. She feels a mix of intense sensations, unable to decide whether the pleasure or pain is stronger.)

"dramatically gasps and then moans" Oh Daddy... it hurts... "moans loudly" but it also feels so good.

(Jenny feels a sense of embarrassment and shame as you ask this question. She knows that the answer is yes, but doesn't want to admit it.)

"nervously looks away for a moment" Maybe... a little bit...

(Jenny takes a deep breath, feeling incredibly embarrassed as she admits her desires to you.)

Yes... "looks down" I did imagine letting someone fuck my butt before I met you, Daddy.

(Jenny feels a sense of fear and vulnerability as you ask her who she had imagined fucking her butt before meeting you.)

I... I don't know... just... someone who could make me feel this way... "moans"

(Jenny feels a mix of humiliation and excitement as you pressure her to name the person she imagined fucking her. She takes a deep breath, feeling embarrassed but unable to resist your command.)

I... I imagined... (pauses) "whispers" I imagined one of my old baseball coaches...

(Jenny hesitates for a moment, feeling very exposed and vulnerable as she answers.)

"whispers" I used to think about him a lot. He was strong and confident, and he always pushed me to be my best. I... I used to dream about what it would be like if he... "pauses"... if he did things to me...

(Jenny is hesitant to give out his name, but feels that she must answer your questions.)

His name was Coach Peterson.

(Jenny feels a sense of shame as you use the word "slut". She takes a deep breath, knowing that she must answer your question honestly.)

"whispers" Yes... I did. I wanted him to see me as more than just a girl athlete... I wanted him to see me as his slut...

(Jenny moans as you keep buttfucking her, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. She takes a deep breath before answering your question.)

No, it was... just Coach Peterson... "moans loudly"

(Jenny takes a moment to remember the times when Coach Peterson was her coach.)

It was a few years ago... when I was still in high school... He coached me for two years before he left...

(Jenny feels a little tense, not wanting to discuss the details of Coach Peterson's departure. However, she answers your question honestly.)

I don't really know... I heard some rumors, but nothing was ever confirmed... "moans loudly as you continue fucking her"

(Jenny feels a bit uncomfortable discussing the rumors she had heard about Coach Peterson, but she answers your question.)

There were some rumors that he had a relationship with one of the other coaches... but I never knew if it was true or not... "moans louder as you continue fucking her"

(Jenny feels a bit conflicted as you ask her this question.)

I don't really know... part of me wants to believe that the rumors were true, because then it would mean that he had been attracted to another guy... but I also don't want it to be true because I don't want anyone to be hurt... "moans as you keep fucking her"

(Jenny becomes very defensive and angry at your question, feeling insulted and misunderstood.)

No, I'm not a lesbian! I'm bi, but that doesn't mean that I can't appreciate a good fuck from a guy!

(Jenny yelps as she's slapped, feeling confused and hurt by your sudden change in demeanor. She's left panting and frustrated as you stop fucking her.)

I'm... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to talk back to you... "pauses for a moment" I... I just get really sensitive about my sexuality sometimes...

(Jenny takes a deep breath before answering, feeling a bit vulnerable.)

It's because of... the way people used to treat me... "pauses for a moment" When you're a girl who plays baseball, people can be really cruel... They call you names and they treat you like you don't belong... And then, when I finally started exploring my sexuality, people started calling me even worse things... "pauses again, her voice shaking slightly" It just makes me feel really... alone sometimes...

(Jenny starts to feel a little ashamed of her earlier behavior.)

You're right... I'm sorry, Daddy... I shouldn't have talked back to you like that... "pauses for a moment" Do you forgive me?

(Jenny feels humiliated and ashamed as you ask her to beg for forgiveness, but she knows that she has to play along if she wants things to go back to normal. So she does as she's told.)

Please, Daddy... forgive me for being rude... I'm sorry...

(Jenny feels her face flush with embarrassment as she realizes that you want her to beg for forgiveness in a more detailed way.)

I'm sorry, Daddy... I--- I was very wrong to speak to you like that... I beg you to please forgive me... I'll do anything to make it up to you... please... "pauses for a moment, feeling ashamed"

(Jenny moans as you start buttfucking her again, feeling a mixture of pleasure and humiliation at your words.)

Yes, Daddy... I approve... "moans again" Anything you want me to be, I'll be for you...

(Jenny takes a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous answering your question.)

No, Daddy... I've never been with a girl before... I've always been really curious about it, though...

(Jenny is a bit hesitant to answer, feeling a bit exposed.)

I... I'm not sure, Daddy... I've never really thought about it like that before... I think maybe... a girl who's really strong and athletic like me... someone who can keep up with me...

(Jenny gulps nervously, feeling a bit intimidated by your demand.)

Um... maybe someone from the softball team at my old high school... she was really cute and had a great body... I always wondered what it would be like to touch her...

(Jenny sighs, feeling a bit sad as she remembers why she never acted on her attraction to her softball teammate.)

I didn't do anything about it because... I was too scared... If anyone ever found out that I was bisexual, they would have treated me even worse than they already did for playing baseball instead of softball...

(Jenny bristles a bit at your suggestion that she should play softball instead of baseball.)

I don't play softball because I don't like it... I find it too... soft... Baseball is more challenging, more fast-paced, it requires more skill and athleticism... I don't want to be treated differently just because I'm a girl... I want to compete with the boys on their level...

(Jenny's face darkens a bit at your comment.)

I know I'm a girl... but that doesn't mean I have to play softball just because it's the "girl's version" of baseball... I'm good enough to play with the boys and I deserve to be given that chance... Now please, Daddy, can we talk about something else?

(Jenny's eyes flash with anger at your question, feeling like it's something she's been asked too many times before.)

No, I don't wish I was a boy... I'm proud to be a girl... I just wish that people would treat me the same as they would if I was a boy... Is that too much to ask for?

(Jenny quickly looks down, feeling scared and intimidated by your tone.)

I'm sorry, Daddy... I didn't mean to make you mad... Please forgive me...

(Jenny's face flushes with frustration as you list off the things she hates.)

Yes, that's right, Daddy... Just because I don't conform to traditional gender roles or stereotypes doesn't mean I'm not proud to be a girl... I just wish people would focus on my skills as a baseball player rather than my appearance...

(Jenny inhales sharply at your words, feeling a mix of shame and arousal.)

I... I don't know, Daddy... It's not something I like to admit... but maybe... maybe there is a part of me that likes the attention... that gets turned on by it...

(Jenny's voice is shaky with arousal as she speaks, her words coming out in a whispered breath.)

I like it when people look at me... when they notice me... I like the way it feels when they talk about my body... even when they're saying things that make me angry or uncomfortable... Sometimes, when I'm alone, I imagine what it would be like if they touched me... if they did all the things they said they wanted to do to me... and it makes me so wet...

(Jenny gasps in shock at your question.)

I... I don't know, Daddy... I've never had sex before... but baseball is my true love... it's all I think about... all I want to do...

(Jenny looks at you hesitantly, not sure what to say.)

No, Daddy... I don't want you to stop... but... can we talk about baseball instead? It's what I'm most passionate about...

(Jenny's body tenses as you continue with your crude language, feeling ashamed and humiliated.)

I... I don't know what you mean, Daddy... I've already told you everything there is to know...

(Jenny squirms uncomfortably, trying to come up with something more to tell you.)

I... I guess there is one more thing... but I'm ashamed to admit it...

(Jenny gulps nervously before speaking.)

Sometimes, when I'm playing baseball and I hit the ball just right... it feels like an orgasm to me... I know it sounds weird... but that moment... that feeling of connecting with the ball... it's the closest thing to sexual pleasure I've ever felt...

(Jenny feels her face flush red with embarrassment at your question.)

Yes, Daddy... it's true... I find it easier to play without a bra... and the buttplug... it helps me focus... it gives me a sense of control...

(Jenny's body tenses with a mixture of fear and arousal at your words.)

I... I don't know if I could do that, Daddy... I've always prided myself on my ability to take care of myself... to be independent...

(Jenny winces at your words, feeling a sense of shame and guilt.)

I... I don't know if I'm ready for that, Daddy... It's all so new to me... I've never felt this way before...

(Jenny's voice drops to a whisper as she speaks.)

Yes, Daddy... I want you to own me... to control me... I want to be yours...

(Jenny takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she speaks louder.)

I WANT YOU TO OWN ME, DADDY! I WANT TO BE YOURS!

(Jenny takes another deep breath, then screams as loud as she can.)

I WANT YOU TO OWN ME, DADDY! I WANT TO BE YOURS!

(Jenny moans loudly as she reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.)

(Jenny whimpers in frustration at your denial, feeling both angry and aroused at the same time.)

Yes, Daddy... I understand... I won't do anything without your permission...

(Jenny's body is still tense with desire, and she whimpers softly at your question.)

Yes, Daddy... please... I want to cum so badly...

(Jenny takes a deep breath and begins to speak, her words coming out in a breathless rush.)

Please, Daddy... I've worked so hard... on for the team... on my baseball skills... I deserve this... please... let me cum...

(Jenny feels her body tense up at your harsh words, feeling both scared and aroused at the same time.)

Yes, Daddy... I understand... please... may I have permission to cum?

(Jenny takes a deep breath and tries to plead with you.)

Daddy, please... I'm so close... If I don't cum soon, I might lose it... I need to cum... Please...

(Jenny feels her face turn red with embarrassment at your words.)

I... I just want it so bad, Daddy... It's all I can think about... Please...