by Sam Crescent
“No, I want to see. Turn back around. Show me.”
My cheeks are on fire.
I’ve never been spoken to like that before.
Without looking at him, I slowly remove my bra, feeling my tits spring out. I’ve always been well-blessed in the chest department.
No one else has ever seen them.
There are a lot of firsts going on tonight.
When I finally get to my panties, I hesitate.
“All of it.”
There is no need to get scared. If he hurts me in any way unless I want it, I can call out to the guard.
Wriggling out of my panties, I clasp my fingers together, hoping my long hair will in some way cover my body.
I’m not used to showcasing my naked self.
The room is nice and warm though.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, I move in a circle so that he’ll see all of me.
“Come here.”
His instructions are starting to grate on my nerves, each word an irritation. All I have to do is remember my sister in the hospital and it propels me forward.
There’s no way I’d be here for any other reason than my sister.
The man, my owner—I’m thinking of naming him Blue—grips my chin and tilts my head back.
“There it is. There’s that fire I saw.”
I’ve no idea what he’s talking about.
He strokes my cheek, and I’m very much aware of his fully-dressed state.
His thumb glides across my lips, and I keep them closed.
“So, you want to have that cherry taken from you. To be fucked by a real man?”
Again, I don’t say anything.
I’m caught up in his touches.
The moment his finger slid across my lips, I felt a tightening within me. When he talks, his voice arouses me. I don’t want him to stop. I’ve never been so turned on and irritated before.
“Open.”
His thumb presses against my lips, and I open up to him. He thrusts inside, and I watch him. In and out, he presses. “This mouth was made to suck a nice, big cock. We’ve got tonight, and by the time I’m done with you, not one part of you will be innocent anymore.”
He suddenly moves me backward.
Collapsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thighs wide. He holds my legs tightly, stepping between them.
“Very nice. I knew you’d have a nice, juicy pussy. I can see how wet you are.”
Malcolm advised that I wax down below, but there was no way that was happening. I’ve tried to wax my legs before, and that turned into a nightmare. Why anyone would put themselves through that kind of pain is beyond me.
I always trimmed my pubic hair, and that’s what I’d done. It wasn’t like I wanted this big, bushy thing.
His hands move from my thighs and slide up my body. He cups my tits, pressing them together, gliding down toward my pussy.
He spreads the lips of my pussy, and I hear him groan. “Now that is a surprise.”
I cry out as he touches me. One finger across my clit and I arch up.
“So sensitive and wet. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”
He steps away. Going to my elbows, I watch him as he starts to undress, each piece of clothing landing on the floor without a care in the world. When he stands before me, naked, I can’t think or feel.
I’m all over the place.
Happy, scared, excited, freaked out.
Above all, I’m aroused.
This I didn’t expect. How could I be aroused? This man is a complete stranger to me.
End of sample chapter
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