Opening

He likes to touch her cunt when he first sees her and she isn’t ready for him. It makes her squirm and whimper and grip his shirt as he pushes a hand down inside her underwear. She’s tight, then. Her cunt closed like a fist, a muscle tense and clutching.

Not ready for him yet. He likes to feel that, if only for contrast.

She gets nervous before she sees him, she explains. Her body isn’t always as ready as she wants it to be. He assures her it’s fine. That bodies are bodies – obtuse and uncontrollable. But, when he first sees her, he likes to touch her cunt and feel its closedness nonetheless. Such a tight little organ.

He knows how to make it open for him. He’s learned how over weeks and months of steady exploration. He has found her triggers. The things that consistently affect her.

Sucking cock is one of them. When he puts her on her knees in front of him and fills her mouth with his prick, she changes. He can almost see it happen. Her shoulders drop. She unravels. Loses herself in the act, little by little, until soon she’s drooling freely and forcing him towards the back of her throat, moaning out loud around a mouth full of him.

If he touches her cunt after that he’ll find her wet and open. His fingers will slip inside so easily. Into that space that, moments ago, was impossibly tight.

Spanking works, too. A hand spanking, with her over his knee. Whispered admonishments. Are you going to be good for Daddy? I’ll be good, I promise, I promise. She gets wet enough to soak her underwear. He keeps her over his knee, pulls those wet panties aside. Finds her cunt with the tips of his fingers. So utterly different from the tense, closed little thing it was when he first laid hands on her.