My Little Queen

Quarter to nine a silver Honda Accord came crunching down my hundred forty-foot gravel drive and I could see Tabitha looking around. I pointed to the garage and triggered the door and she parked in the middle of the doublewide bay, my truck being in front of the barn. I lowered the door and in a minute she came out of the side door of the garage in a pair of tan chinos and a red and blue Dairy Queen shirt. I smiled at the innocence of it.

I held the door for her and she lowered her eyes with that shy smile. I followed her into the kitchen. I pulled out a chair and she sat. “Tabitha, do you want a drink?” She shook her head in the affirmative and I poured us two Prosecos in red wine glasses and sat at the chair across from her.

She was smiling that shy smile; nervous as all Hell I could see. I smiled and we raised our glasses. “Oh!” she said, so dramatically, “That’s delicious!” She was so sweet and innocent. I explained some things to her. That while I was in charge, she would be in control. That we wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want to, move at her pace. That while she was eighteen we had to be careful since my job and her parents and a lot of other things were involved. That we would play as she wanted, safe and clean.

She took a big swig of her drink and dabbed her lips. She told me that she had known she was gay ever since she was a little boy, that her father was long gone from the picture and her mother had raised her to believe that homosexuality wasn’t a sin. A mother that had encouraged her to be herself and to not let anyone bully her and to not be ashamed of her desires. Tabitha got caught by her mother cross-dressing in some clothes she bought at a thrift store and wasn’t made to feel ashamed. Her mother told her she was an adult and to be free while being careful.

Then she took another gulp and told me that she had watched A LOT of tranny and cross-dressing porn and was really turned on by a dom daddy like me. That she would fantasize about sucking my cock while she stroked her clit or shaved her legs. That she had gotten a small dildo and had been slowly stroking it in and out of her tight ass every night and whimpering for me, lapping up her own cum and dying to taste mine. Another person had never touched her sexually in all her life and she wanted me so very badly and, “Daddy, please take me!”