mr. fox

[This is a sequel to “Bluebeard” - the tone used here should be on the condescending side]

	Hey, honey.

	No, don’t complain - since your little… adventure two weeks ago, your mommy & daddy said no closed doors.

	Yes, even the bathroom door.

	It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.

	Taking a nice bath, huh?

	Last time I saw you taking a bath, you still had rubber duckies, do you remember that?

	They should be in the same place, now that I think about it….

	[optional cabinet opening noises]

	Yeah there we go! Right behind your mom’s tampons.

	Yours too now, I suppose.

	But here he is, the Big Green Duck.

	[squeaky noise, if you so desire]

	He was always your favorite, wasn't he?

Now… let's get you nice & clean, hm?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You've been in the tub for almost half an hour, & you haven't even gotten your hair wet. You obviously need someone to help you wash up.

No, I won't stop talking to you like this, & I am going to wash you, just like I did when I babysat you when you were little.

What are you so bothered by, baby? It's just me. I've had my hands ALL over your sweet little body, since before you hit puberty.

& it isn't like you complained about all those other guys touching you.

I saw those pictures - you really had fun at that parking garage, didn't you? I even saw a few videos - I didn't think that kids your age still fucked in parked cars, let alone holding gangbangs.

Oh, look at that blush. I guess there is some shame lett in you after all.

Now… let me just… lather up the washcloth, there we go….

[Washing noises - you could hum or whistle as well, if you'd like]

Yeah, that video was all over a certain sort of website.

Why was I on that sort of site?

Honey, I'm a grown up. I'm the one with a driver’s license, I'm the one with my own money, & you're the one who isn't even allowed to have a closed door.

Now… lean back, I'm going to wash your chest.

Oh, honey, it is WAY too late for you to be modest about that.

I'll just swirl the washcloth along your chest, down to each perfect breast… you do have lovely tits, although you can't rely on them forever, obviously.

They'll go the way of all the flesh eventually, but for now… I may as well enjoy myself.

Oh, look at you squirming while I twist your nipples. You like that, don’t you?

Of course you do.

We both know how much of a slut you are. Your parents are hoping they'll send you back to the good old days when you were sweet & cute, by treating you the same as they did then.

You should be grateful, sweetie - I heard some talk of diapers & mittens, although they agreed that it would probably be too much of a hassle.

Although if you keep it up….

Now, I need you to stand up.

Why?

I need to wash your legs & your backside, & it’s easier to do that when you're not sitting in the same water you've been sitting in for half an hour.

No, I'm not going to let you wash yourself. You obviously can't be trusted. Now be good, & may be I'll let you have some ice cream before bed.

Good girl. Very good.

Now… what lovely legs you have. I'm just going to… run my hands along your legs, to your hips, then back down to your thighs… wait.

Spread your legs a little wider.

[Slap sound]

Try that again, without insulting me.

Much better. Good girl.

Now… yes. That's what I thought.

That's a hickey. Right there, on your inner thigh.

There are even some tooth marks.

Wow.

Somehow, even under virtual house arrest, you're managing to slut it up.

Oh, hush.

“it isn't what it looks like"?

“it was not so, it is not so, & god forbid it should be so.”

… you don't remember that story? You liked it, although the bit where he cuts her hand off always made you flinch. You made me tell it to you a few times, all in a row.

But I guess since you started getting hickeys on your thighs all the blood in your brain has moved to the hot, wet hole between your legs, instead of anything productive.

Mm… not that I can really blame whoever did it. Your pussy looks downright delectable this close… I can't resist.

But why should I? It's not like anyone would believe you.

[Wet kissing noises]

If you told your parents, you know what they'd probably say?

[Another wet kiss, maybe sucking - you're leaving s hickey over the other one]

“it was only a dream, my love.”

[More wet noises - you're beginning to lick her pussy]

Fuck… no wonder he had to bite you like that… I want to eat you alive.

[More wet oral sex noises)

Oh, honey, look at that sloppy mess. I've already got your juices dripping down my chin… you're just moaning, your fingers in my hair… mmm…

[More wet sounds]

Your clit is so hard against my lips, when I just flicker the tip of my tongue over it… fuck, good girl, keep grinding against my face.

Those little boys in your gangbang didn't really wanna do anything nice for you, did they? Just shoved their dicks in & let loose.

But I like you, sweetie. Somewhere under all that misguided teenage rebellion is that sweet little girl who had tea parties with me & got scared when I told her rusty tales.

Are you still afraid Mr. Fox is going to eat you up?

It was only a dream, my love.

[More wet noises, speeding up- she cums across your face]

Very good… very good.

Now.

Let's just… get on your knees, & I'll just stand up… there we go, good girl.

Yeah, the tile is just as hard on my knees as I remember it being. Oh well.

I'll just… unzip.

Why do you look so shocked? You've seen enough hard cocks by now that it shouldn't be a surprise. Mine may be bigger than you're used to, but… well, you're a bold girl, aren't you?

Now open your mouth.

No?

You’re really telling me no?

[Slap sound - you're hitting her in the face, just hard enough to make a point]

Much better.

Now… let me just… rub the head of my cock along your lips… mmm… your mouth is so hot, & now I'm sliding in… fuck.

Yeah, take it all the way in. I'll just take a handful of your lovely hair, &..  mmm.

Yeah, take it all the way down your throat… I know you can take it.

Be bold, baby. Be bold, be bold, but not too bold.

[Moaning, generally noises of what getting s blow job)

Why are you looking at me with that clueless expression? You don't remember that story? Maybe I’ll tell it to you again, when it’s bedtime.

Mmm… yeah, use your tongue. Good girl. Such a good little one, doing what you're told. Just keep taking my cock, mmm… fuck….

You don't remember all those fairy tales I read you? I'll have to… to read them again, huh? I'll sit you in my lap & read to you & if you're very good I'll even tell your parents how good you were.

I'll say you were a model little one… fuck, yes, do that again, oh fuck… yes….

[Put in more condescending dirty talk here, as you see fit]

Oh… fuck, yes, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum… down your throat.

Don't fight it, baby. Just take it. Just… fucking… take my cum, swallow it down, do it, I'm… fuck!

[Orgasm noises]

Mmm… good girl, you swallowed it all down.

You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?

Don't make that face - you know that isn't the first load you've taken down your throat.

Let me just… pull my cock out of your mouth, loathe though I am to… & I'll just wipe it off on your face.

Stop whining - I'm going to be washing your face anyway.

Don't worry - I won't tell your parents.

Maybe I'll let you have some booze right before you go to sleep, to help relax you. This will be nothing more than a vague recollection.

After all - it was only a dream, my love.