Page 24 of Baby Girl

She promptly stood from the chair, and walked to where I had pointed. Standing on my right side, and looking at me with disappointment, she tried to speak. When she opened her mouth, words didn’t immediately form. She coughed and began to try again to speak.

“I’m sorry,” she offered, looking down at me as I sat in my chair.

“Bend down here, Kelli,” I said in a soft yet demanding tone.

As she bent at the waist, lowering her head to my level, I turned toward her. I reached up, placing my right hand on the back of her neck, and slid it to her hair line. Grasping her neck slightly, I pulled her head close to my mouth and turned it to my left, exposing her left side to my face. With my left hand, I reached across her face and moved her hair over the top of her ear. I began to speak into her ear, breathing in an exaggerated form, forcing my breath into her ear as I spoke.

“Kelli, who owns you?” I asked.

“You do, Erik. You do, sir,” she responded, exhausting herself of breath as she spoke.

“That’s right, I do. Now, Kelli, what are you going to do when I ask you to do something?” I asked, my lips lightly touching her ear as I spoke. I reached around her with my left hand, and placed my hand on her upper thigh, directly under her shorts. I cupped her thigh with my left hand, squeezing lightly.

“Do it,” she said as her knees bent.

“You certainly will, Kelli. You certainly will,” I whispered into her ear.

She straightened her legs, locking her knees, but remained bent over. I slid my left hand under her shorts, and between her legs. She was well beyond moist. With my index finger, I began slide up and down the length of her wetness. She began to moan lightly as my finger slid up and down, lightly touching her wet lips.

“Kelli,” I whispered into her ear as she moaned, “slowly rotate to your left, and place your hands on the table. Both palms, flat on the table, and do not move. Do you understand?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded her head as she spoke.

I removed my right hand from her neck, and kept my left hand in her shorts. She began to rotate to the right, and quickly realized - as my hand slid away - that she was going the wrong direction.

“The other left, Kelli,” I said quietly.

She nodded, as if in a trance, and turned the other direction. As she rotated, I pressed a little more with the palm of my hand against the gap between her thighs. As she began to place her hands on the table, I pressed my palm hard against her, keeping my index finger on the outside of her wet lips.

“Bend, Kelli, bend over. Put your fucking hands down on the table, and bend over. Do not move, just bend over,” I directed.

As her body bent at the waist, her knees went from bent to locked, and back to bent; over and over. Like a child, nervously in a rocking chair, she continued to bend her knees, rocking her muscular butt up and down. I shoved my index finger inside of her up to the web of the finger. As if I were pointing my finger, I slid in and out of her wet pussy, purposely causing my lower knuckles to bump against her clit as I slid into her deeply. I counted, quietly out loud, as I slid my finger in and out.

Reaching to the middle of her back, I collected her hair in my hand. I grasped it firmly, and slowly pulled it tight. Gradually pulling additional pressure, I stopped as her back began to arch. She had a faultless body. In this position, she defined perfection. He perfectly rounded ass was pointing upward, as her knees were bent significantly. Her lower back was arched, and her upper back was raised, her palms flat on the table, her arms locked at the elbows. With my right elbow in the center of her lower back, and her hair in my hand, I pressed against her lower back with my elbow, and pulled her hair to the left. As her head turned slightly to the left, I straightened my posture to speak into her ear.

“Kelli, I am going to count to twelve. Each time I count, I am going to slide my finger deep inside of you, and then pull it out. And when I slide it in, I am going to bang my knuckles against your little swollen clit. Do you hear me?” I asked, scanning the patio to confirm that we were still alone.

“Uh,” she squeaked in an almost inaudible tone.

“I will take that as a yes. You will, Kelli, cum on the twelfth stroke, do you understand me?” I asked in a low demanding tone.

“I, uh, I…don’t know if I…ok. Ok, Twelve. Oh God. Ok,” she said in short quick breaths.

Immediately, I slid my finger inside of her as deeply as I could, making certain that my lower knuckles bumped against her clit. As soon as my knuckle touched her clit, I pulled her hair taught. I slowly slid it out completely, clearing her lips with the tip of my finger.

“One,” I whispered sharply into her ear.

Repeating the process, I began to tease her.

“All the way in…all the way out. Two.”

“All the way in, oh my God, Kelli, you’re so wet. You feel that?”

“Yes. Yes…,” she pressed her ass toward me, pushing her clit harder against my knuckles.

“All the way out. Three,” I said as the tip of my finger cleared her wet lips.

“In. Out. Four. In, and out. Five. In, and out. Six. Half way there, baby girl. We’re half way there,” I said, pressing my elbow against her back, pulling her hair slightly tighter.