Inspection Time. Lie Still and Do as You Are Told

"Get into position. It's time for inspection."

I tapped my pen lightly against the desk as she crawled onto the bed, naked, pale skin scattered with freckles. Her breasts small but firm, nipples already hard.

Her legs long, strong, but soft. She stopped when she reached the middle of the bed. Head down against the mattress, ass in the air, hands by her feet.

I stepped forward, moving slowly around the bed. I took notes on her figure. My footsteps landed deliberately, the sound filling the room.

She could feel my eyes on her. She shifted slightly. Quietly.

"The first stage of the inspection is visual. So far I like what I see. Your skin is soft, your ass is firm, your breasts look like they're begging to be spanked."

I moved to stand behind her.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Her ass shook and flushed red.

"Good color, good color." I noted the results.

She moaned into the mattress. My cock pressed against my trousers.

"Now reach back and spread yourself for me. Show me your holes, little fucktoy."

Slowly her hands moved up her legs, fingers sliding over the red marks, gripping each cheek, fingers pressing into the crease.

I nodded in approval.

"Good, good. Your ass is begging to be touched. I particularly like the freckles on the right side. I can see your pussy is flushed and pink. Already wet."

I wrote it down, making sure she could see, catching the anxious look in her eyes. Desperate to please me, worried she wasn't good enough.

Leaning over the bed, I placed my hands on her thighs, following a trail of freckles that led toward her pussy. A path.

I bent down to look more closely.

"Neatly trimmed. I like that. A woman. Your lips are slick and pink, interesting folds to explore. And your clit. I can see it, hard, peeking out. How do you feel, slut?"

Silence.

Until she whispered: "Exposed, sir," before burying her face in the mattress again.

"Good girl. You've passed the visual inspection. Next comes the physical."

My finger slid along the back of her thigh. Tracing her freckles, following the path. I heard her moan softly as I traced her lips with my fingertip.

She was wet. Ready. Without hurrying, my fingers explored every part, every fold, over her pubic hair, and touched her clit.

"Silky, warm, and wet. Very satisfactory."

My finger circled her entrance, a knuckle pushing in slightly, teasing her slowly. Her nectar sticky and wet.

"Now, the squeeze test."

Her body shuddered as I pushed my finger inside her. Steady strokes, feeling her walls, her wetness, gripping around me. Pulling back out.

"It seems you could take another."

Pushing two inside as she moaned, her body tensing. Moving my fingers in and out, I curled them, pressing against her G-spot. It takes a moment before she's wetting my hand, slowly and steadily, flowing around my fingers.

"Well, my dear little slut, you've passed the first two tests. Now comes the third. Making you come."

My fingers worked her G-spot slowly but firmly while my thumb played with her clit. She moaned with every movement, her body tensing under me.

"But first, tell me why I should accept you."

She lifted her head and looked back at me, eyes glazed, breathing uneven.

"Sir should accept me because I'm his neediest little cum slut and I only want to please him. I passed the inspection and Sir can see how much my holes want to be used. I am always ready and available for Sir."

I moved my hand faster, harder. Grinding my thumb against her clit. She dropped her face back to the mattress. Soft moans became louder ones. Her back arched, her legs started to shake.

"Come for me, slut. Come for me."

Her body exploded. Trembling, crying out. Her head pulled back and a guttural sound filled the room.

Her pussy pulsed around my fingers, her juices flowing from her in waves, soaking my wrist, her thighs, the bed.

She fell forward. Face down, my fingers still dripping. Catching her breath.

"Good news. You passed. You're accepted."

I freed my cock from my trousers, ready to claim what was mine.