Free LOVED by Scott Hildreth Page A

toward the front of the machine.
    She opened her eyes and looked puzzled.
    “Permission, Kelli. We’re back to asking for permission, do you understand me?” I asked.
    “Sir?” she questioned.
    “Fucking permission. For orgasms. You’re going to have to get permission to have one,” I said as I placed a hand on the inside of each of her knees. I pressed her inner knees and spread her legs apart.
    “Let go of your nipples and hold your legs apart, Kelli,” I demanded.
    “I can just hold them…” she said.
    “Let go of your nipples, Kelli. Grab your knees and hold your legs apart. Do you understand me?” I asked in a low serious tone.
    “Yes sir,” she answered as she lowered her hands and cupped her knees in her palms.
    “Do it, pull them apart for me,” I said.
    She spread her legs wider. As she did, her wet pussy glistened and opened slightly. She was clearly already very aroused.
    “ Do not move for any fucking reason, Kelli,” I said as I turned to walk into the kitchen.
    “Understand?” I asked over my shoulder as I walked through the door into the kitchen.
    “Yes,” she paused.
    “Yes sir,” she half stuttered, her breasts shaking as the washing machine shook.
    I walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I opened the vegetable drawer and pulled out the sack with the jalapeno peppers in it. I reached into the sack and pulled out one of the peppers. I thought for a fraction of a second and gripped the pepper in my left hand. I squeezed the pepper in between my fingers and crushed it. I rubbed my fingers on the outside of the pepper for a second and tossed it into the sink.
    I walked back into the laundry room and stopped in front of Kelli. Her breasts shook as the machine wiggled from side to side.
    “Did you move?” I asked.
    “No sir, you told me to sit here with my legs spread,” she responded in a matter of fact tone.
    ‘That’s a good girl. And what do you do when I tell you to do something?” I asked.
    “I do it,” she responded.
    “Yes, baby girl. Yes, you do,” I stated.
    “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?” I asked.
    She shook her head side to side frantically.
    “No sir, never,” she said sharply.
    “Ever?” I asked.
    “No. Never,” she said.
    “Okay,” I said as I knelt to the floor.
    I positioned my head between her legs and licked her inner thigh. As my tongue worked toward her wet pussy, she moaned softly.
    “You want me to lick your little pussy, baby girl?” I asked, looking up into her eyes.
    She nodded repeatedly.
    I moved my right hand to in between her legs. I pressed the palm of my left hand into the top of her right thigh. My tongue touched her pussy lips, she moaned loudly. I pulled my mouth from her pussy, and inserted my right index finger to the web of my hand.
    “In and out,Kelli,” I said.
    “In and out. In and out,” I repeated.
    Each time I said in , I slid my finger all the way inside of her.
    “In and out,” I said as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue and worked my finger in and out.
    I squeezed her right thigh with my left hand.
    “You like it when I lick your clit, baby?” I looked up and asked.
    “Oh…oh God yes,” she responded.
    I leaned back and unzipped my pants. I unbuckled my belt and slid my pants to my feet. I kicked them beside the washer, which had since quit vibrating, and began filling with water. I reached up and turned the dial back to spin .
    As the washing machine started to spin, it began to shake. Kelli began to moan. I reached down with my right hand and stroked my cock. Kelli leaned forward and stared as I stroked my cock.
    “You like watching me stroke my cock, baby girl?” I asked.
    “Uh huh…yes. Yes, sir,” she said softly, never lifting her eyes from my cock.
    “Jump down off of there, Kelli,” I said.
    She sprung to the floor immediately, and looked at me for instruction. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, obviously feeling aroused and anxious.
    “You horny,