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  Amber Stigmatized

  Viktor Redreich

  Contents

  Good Girls Dirty Confessions

  1. Kisses and cummies

  2. Use your words, little girl

  3. Princess parts tingly

  4. Special date

  5. Secret piece of candy

  6. Scream into the darkness

  7. Little girl in a big world

  8. Muddy puddles

  9. Where are your jammies?

  10. Secrets at night

  11. Come out and play

  12. Do what Daddy says

  13. Virgin

  14. Candy girl

  15. Brave little teacup

  16. Bad girl spankies

  17. Promise you'll never leave me

  18. Daddy's little plaything

  19. Nobody understands

  20. You belong to me

  21. Behave yourself

  22. You're sick

  23. Stigmatized

  24. I'll take care of you

  25. Put it inside

  26. Together forever

  Author's Note

  Excerpt from the book Cindy Violated

  Also by Viktor Redreich

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously.

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  Text copyright © 2020 by Viktor Redreich

  All rights reserved.

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  No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.

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  Published by Redreich Publishing Limited

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  ISBN: 978-1-913376-03-1

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  Good girls keep their legs closed.

  Good girls confess when they’ve been bad.

  They tell each other the naughty things they’ve done, and they promise never to do those things again.

  Because its wrong to do dirty things with older men. Even if he’s your college professor, your boss, or the cute guy next door. Especially if you’re his maid or his nanny.

  Under no circumstances should you call an older man Daddy.

  And never, ever attempt to seduce a married man.

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  Chapter 1

  Kisses and cummies

  Amber lay on her back in her bed, eyes glazed over with desire. Unlike so many other college students, she wasn’t bored, lazily scrolling through some feed. Though her eyes were open, she wasn’t looking at anything. She’d only just begun touching herself for Daddy. There was so much more he needed her to do, but she could already feel the cummies growing.

  A year ago, she’d never even had cummies in her entire life.

  Her breath catching in her throat, Amber skimmed her fingers over her face, feeling the gentle ridge of her brows and the bridge of her snub nose. She caressed the outline of her lips, which tingled under her touch.

  Her phone gave off a soft sound, a little whir reminiscent of soft exhalation. Still with her fingers tracing over her lips, she picked up her phone, hovering it over her face to read the message.

  Daddy had texted her, like he had been ever since she’d returned to the dorm she shared, thankfully, with no one.

  Run your fingertips down your neck, over your collarbone and towards your breasts.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, knowing he couldn’t hear her but also knowing he would feel it through the undeniable connection they shared.

  Amber obeyed her Daddy, trailing her index and middle fingers from her lips to the point of her chin, down the slope to the hollow of her throat and her collarbone. She paused there, because he hadn’t said to actually touch her boobies. She skimmed her fingers back up to her lips and then down again, taking her time, letting the sensations glide through her body.

  Almost as if he knew she was ready for more, Daddy texted her again. Amber read the message with a smile and touched her fingertips to her tongue to moisten them with her saliva. She touched her nipple with her wet fingers, mouthing Daddy’s instructions while going through them.

  Pinch your nipples at the areola, tug your fingers up their length, pulling and stretching the taut skin on your perky breasts.

  Her nerves sparkled with growing intensity, small shocks of pleasure radiating from her boobies as she toyed with her nipples. She switched hands, pulled and caressed her other nipple, always keeping one hand free to pick up her phone and read the next text from Daddy.

  Another message, more instructions.

  Amber ran her hands down her body, leaving her wet nipples to cool and stiffen. She tried to feel the subtle bumps of each rib in her ribcage, bringing her fingers together over her middle, parting them again to stroke the outsides of her smooth thighs. Her hip bone protruded. She caressed over it with one hand and finally reached her inner thighs. Again she stopped, though she ached to continue, her body crying out for more. Her kitty was right there, so close she could feel the heat radiating from it.

  Don’t touch it, teacup. It’s not time yet.

  “Daddy,” she moaned, a soft protest more than an actual argument. What Daddy wanted was what was best for her. She would always do what he told her to.

  His next text came a second later, letting her know precisely what she could do. She jumped on the chance to do something, her fingertips traveling long her inner thighs, over her smooth mound. Daddy liked it when she shaved, and she loved how silky she felt. Amber rubbed on either side of the top of her slit, feeling the heat radiating from it. Her wet juices covered her lips. She squirmed her hips, felt her slippery lips sliding together, generating more sparks, adding to the heat that she already felt.

  A little cry escaped her throat. Amber was unable to resist the temptation any longer. She took her labia between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing up and down the whole length of her slit. At first, she rubbed them together, and then she spread her lips apart and took one and rubbed it on its own, fascinated by the difference in texture from inside and outside.

  Her inner muscles trembled and she squirmed again in delicious frustration.

  “I’m doing it, Daddy,” she moaned. She pinched her folds, pulling on them, stretching out her skin while rubbing. Her knuckle brushed over her clitty, a teasing feather tickle that had her tossing her head.

  Daddy texted again. Amber moved her hand right away, guilty, wondering if he suspected her of trying to get away with something he hadn’t given her permission to do. Beneath the guilt though, she was smiling. She could be so naughty sometimes. He was the one who had encouraged her to be like this, the one who introduced her to all these things that felt so good.

  You’re my good girl, Amber, my eager little plaything. Daddy’s filthy, naughty slut. I bet you want to play with your clit right now, don’t you?

  Amber shivered with a mixture of excitement and guilt. He had known. He always knew. She was his toy to play with. She belonged to him, so of course he would know. He could do anything he wanted to her.

  He could tell her to stop touching herself right then and leave her lying in bed breathless and dripping with her own juices. He did that sometimes. At first, she hadn’t listened, but she now knew it was so much better to obey. Wa
iting made her cummies so much better.

  She hoped he wouldn’t make her wait this time. She really didn’t think she could.

  My good little girl can rub herself now. Put your finger in your wetness first, then drag a line all the way up to your button. Make sure it’s nice and slippery for Daddy.

  “Yes,” she gasped. She plunged her index finger inside herself right away, her swollen and trembling inner walls grabbing at her fingertip. Somehow, she managed to resist the temptation to move her finger around inside herself. She slid her fingertip up towards her swollen nub, drawing a line of wetness through her sensitive lips.

  She found her throbbing button, the little spot inside her that could do such magical things, and started to rub herself. Her hips bucked, a convulsion of pleasure that had her back arching and her head tossing back. She felt moans beginning to bubble up from her throat and grabbed her phone to record a voice clip of herself. Her eyes would hardly stay open at that point as she rubbed and moaned, rocking her hips against her hand. It was lucky then that she spent a lot of time on the phone with Daddy doing things for him. She knew exactly where to press the recording button without looking at the screen.

  “Daddy,” she moaned for him, sliding her wet and slippery fingers over her clitty. “I’m rubbing myself, Daddy. It feels so good.”

  She wanted to say more, but her voice dissolved into incomprehensible moans. A spasm shot through her, her ass slapping down on the mattress. Her moans twisted up into a sharp cry. She struggled to hold back her explosion, the only thing keeping her under control being her need for obey her Daddy.

  She sent the voice clip and rubbed herself, rotating her cunny against her working fingers, jolts and thrills chasing through her. She imagined Daddy doing these things to her, his hard body against her as he played with her, his very own toy.

  My horny little girl needs a finger in her kitty, doesn’t she? he sent. Another message arrived in conjunction. Go ahead. One finger.

  Amber easily tilted her hips up and slid her finger inside. Warm wetness surrounded her digit, pulsating around her. She gasped and pushed her finger in deeper, all the way. She rocked her head back, thrusting her finger in and out, glowing with pride at her accomplishment. Daddy would be proud of her, too. Up until recently, she’d been too tight to take anything inside herself, too nervous. He taught her to relax, showed her how good it felt to finger herself.

  Another finger, teacup.

  Her heartbeat picked up. Already, she was stretched to her limit around her one finger. How could she ever get another inside herself?

  But that was what Daddy wanted.

  Trembling, Amber added another finger and pushed it into her slit. She breathed deep and let it out, relaxing her pelvic muscles. The second finger slid inside her. Brief discomfort and a bit of pain made her gasp, but then the unpleasant sensations faded and were soon replaced by a light of wild joy. She had done it!

  Amber started to slam herself with two fingers, stretching her tight kitty like never before. She moaned and bucked her hips, thrusting harder and faster in her sopping wetness. Her cummies appeared out of nowhere, a sudden sunrise in a blaze of gold and red.

  Her phone made its sound as another message arrived.

  Amber’s eyes snapped open. She clamped down hard on her fingers buried inside herself, squirming and wriggling around on the bed while her tremors strained to break free of her weakening control. Gasping and shaking, she looked to see what Daddy had said.

  One more finger.

  Three fingers? Two were too many. She’d never get a third in.

  She tried anyway, curling her fingers while pushing them inside of herself. Her sensitive, sore cunny quivered. Her fingers were soaked as she worked them inside herself; her juices covered her labia, dampened her inner thighs.

  Now rub your clitty.

  She obeyed, toying with her hard, hot, swollen button with her slippery fingers, the little nub sliding around all over. She felt the shocks of pleasure deep inside, the first tremors at the beginning of an earthquake.

  Back inside now, my sweet little girl.

  Amber shoved her fingers back in, now so loose and ready she took all three with ease. She pounded herself with wild abandon, ramming them in and out, making her wetness scatter on the sheets below. Another round of cummies were approaching as she ascended to another peak. But, as she hadn’t been given permission yet, she slowed her pace, her body writhing while she fought for control again.

  As soon as the waves subsided, she resumed, slamming herself harder and faster again. Constantly delaying her climax was agonizing and so delightful all at once. She brought herself right to the edge again before backing off yet another time, knowing in her heart Daddy would be so proud of her for saving all her cummies for him.

  Her kitty pulsated with need, as hard and fast as her heart was pounding. She rubbed her thumb in slow circles over her nub while pumping her fingers in and out, bringing herself close to cumming yet again. Her mouth was wide open, her jaw aching. Her arched back was as rigid as a tree branch, bent by an unimaginable force.

  You’ve waited long enough, my good girl. Cum for Daddy.

  Amber dropped her phone and bombarded her clitty with her fingers of one hand, pounding her hole with the other. She moaned aloud, bucking her hips. Her body thrashed, her toes curling. Her eyes snapped shut, waves of delight sweeping through her, and this time she let it go all the way up to the edge and over. She exploded with pleasure, frenetic bursts like fireworks going all through her. Her moans turned into screams as her soaked fingers wet her spasming thighs.

  All at once, exhausted by the strain of holding back for so long, Amber sagged onto her back on the mattress. Little tremors still shook her limbs and her kitty still trembled. Her senses were heightened, sharpening her awareness of even the slightest of sensations--the softness of the mattress beneath her, the tangled ripples of the bed sheets, her quick breathing and dry mouth, and the soreness between her legs. Only one thing was missing from the bouquet of beautiful stimulus, and that was Daddy’s weight on top of her.

  What she imagined his weight to be, anyway.

  She had never met her Daddy.

  She had never even seen his face or heard his voice.

  He only ever communicated with her via text, yet here she was, letting him use her body and take control of her, and it felt so right that it couldn’t be wrong. She loved him and trusted him, was closer to him than anyone else in the world, even the people around her she could see and touch as she wished.

  At first, yes, she had been skeptical, because who wouldn’t be? Her Daddy easily could have been someone playing an elaborate prank, or a group of hackers pretending to be one guy, getting their rocks off by controlling a nice girl. He could even have been an advanced artificial intelligence chat bot meant to interact like a person.

  But, she knew, deep down, in some secretive place for which she had no name, that he was none of the above. He was a man who had found his way into her life, and she loved him with all her heart.

  Since they first started texting, she had shared with him every aspect of her life, her longings, fears and desires, her hopes, her plans for the future--as shaky as they were. He listened and guided her and gave her what she needed, that encouragement and support that had cemented him as the best and most important thing to ever happen to her.

  Amber felt her eyes growing heavy. The crimson and gold sunset rays coming in through her window had gone all purple and gray. It was time for her to go to bed.

  She had one thing to do first, though.

  Amber slid her tired arms around until she found her phone. She brought it close to her lips and whispered into the speaker, “Goodnight, Daddy. Your little girl loves you so, so much.”

  She sent the voice clip to Daddy like she did every night. She then closed her eyes and fell asleep, eager to see him in her dreams.

  Chapter 2

  Use your words, little girl

  “Surel
y one of you can tell me what the term ‘glass ceiling’ means and who was the first to use it?”

  Amber peeked up from her notebook to look at her professor, Daisy Mills, who in turn regarded her and the rest of her students with disdain. Miss Mills crossed her arms and tutted like a backwards librarian, offended at the absence of noise rather than too much of it.

  “This is high school stuff, people. You’re in college now. You have to do the reading.” She sighed and shook her head. “Come on. Even if you didn’t read the ten measly pages I assigned, you can try to infer from the context. Glass. Ceiling. This section is on the workplace dynamic. Anyone want to take a crack at it? Anyone?”

  Amber went back to looking at her notebook. Instead of the long, complex text Miss Mills expected everyone to copy down, she’d been busy doodling. Little hearts pranced in the margins and she had turned the holes into little suns shining on fields of flowers. She didn’t exactly not want to pay attention, but Miss Mills bored her. She’d been hoping to have fun in college since her high school sociology teacher had been such a great one.

  So far, her expectations weren’t being met.