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| AshUK |
In all fairness, nobody expected it to work between us. She was the daughter of a local minister young, sweet, almost impossibly virginal and I was not only a committed atheist, but already someone with a certain reputation. To be honest, I didn't pay her much attention to begin with not because I didn't find her attractive, - but because I couldn't see myself getting anywhere with her. Life is short, has always been my motto, and certainly too short to waste time on girls who aren't going to give me what I want. And so instead, I focused on the girls I knew; girls who were either already ruined or very much on their way. Girls who knew me, knew what I wanted, and were happy to give it to me.
Her name was Rachel. Biblical, I guess. She had long dark hair, and a figure that was already blossoming. That simple fact alone seemed to cause her some embarrassment, as did the wolf whistles from the local boys. So she took to covering up, in long dresses or skirts. It made me smile to see her; I knew what she was doing.
It was late summer when I finally talked to her; some party given by some friend. It wasn't particularly exciting, and the crowd there were not really my kind of people, when I saw her, standing at the top of the stairs in a dark blue velvet dress. Around her neck, she wore a black ribbon choker with a large ornate silver cross hanging from it.
I didn't have anything to say to her; I turned to go. I was halfway towards the door when I felt her hand on my arm. I turned round and there she was. Wait, she said, and then her voice faltered. She seemed a little out of breath; I guessed she must have run down the stairs.
What ? My voice was a little brusque.
Are you leaving ? She seemed nervous; unsure of herself.
Yeah, I was going to go home, I said. It's been fun, but.... I have things to do.
She stood a little awkwardly on the path, shifting from one foot to another. I listened politely as she told me how she'd been enjoying the party, how she didn't often go out because her father didn't let her, but this time he'd said yes because he'd known the boy who was having the party.
I have to be home for eleven o clock, she said, a little shamefully. I looked at my watch. It wasn't even nine.
I reached my car; put my hand on the door handle. Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.
You're really going home ? she asked me, one hand fiddling with the cross around her neck. I could almost taste her nervousness.
That's what I said. I opened the door. Been nice talking with you.
Take me with you ? she asked, her voice shaking.
I stopped where I was, turned round slowly. She was standing there in that same velvet dress, looking both terrified and brazen at the same time. I knew what she was asking me. And more to the point, she knew that I knew it. I walked round the front of the car, and opened the passenger side door for her.
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Back at mine, I wasted no time. Life's too short, after all. I took her by the hand and took her straight upstairs. She hesitated at first, but I just pulled her wrist and she followed.
In the bedroom, I closed the door behind us, dimmed the lights, and sat on the bed. She stood by the door, unsure what to do. I smiled. It was as if all her courage had gone in to that one moment of asking me to bring her here; beyond that she had nothing left.
I patted the duvet next to me, and suggested she came over. Hesitantly, she took a couple of steps. I leaned forward and took her hands; pulled her closer. She smelled of soap and goodness; a sheltered upbringing. I took off my shirt.
Kiss me, I told her. She shook her head.
You ever kissed anyone ? I asked. She shook her head again.
I'll show you, I said. You'll like it.
I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her forwards, pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. The soft velvet brushed my skin; I could feel her heart beating like a hammer.
I looked at my watch. Half past nine. I didn't have time for slow seduction. Not if she was to be home for eleven and keep Daddy happy.
I put my hands on her hips, and slid them under her dress. She recoiled slightly at the touch of my fingers on her thighs, but she didn't stop me. I stood up, tugging the dress over her head as I did. She was wearing a plain white cotton bra and knickers no frills, no lace. I put one hand casually around her throat, making her gasp, as I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Her full breasts tumbled out against my chest, and she let out a stifled sob.
I clenched my fist around the front of her knickers and yanked them downwards, all the way to her knees. Then, with my hand still hard around her throat, I pulled her forwards onto the bed.
Her eyes were wide, almost filled with horror, as if she was only now realising what she'd let herself in for.
I kissed her again, partly to reassure her, partly because I liked the way she tasted.
I ran my fingers through her long, dark hair, pulling it away from her face.
I kissed and bit her neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of red marks.
I held her breasts in my hands, dragging my nails across her tender nipples.
She reached up behind herself to unfasten the choker. No, I told her, grabbing her wrist. Leave it on. I like it.
I pulled her back onto the bed, reached down and unfastened my jeans. I was already hard.
She started to pull back, but I still had hold of her wrist, so I just tugged at it viciously. She fell forwards onto my chest, her hair spilling across my naked chest.
Take it in your mouth. I took my cock in my right hand, and pointed it at her trembling lips.
She shook her head again. I reached behind her and gathered a clump of her hair into my fist.
You either take it in your mouth, or you leave, I said to her. The door is right there.
She hesitated for a second, then her cheeks blushing fiercely parted her lips for me.
I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, making her gag and choke. She'd clearly never done this before her technique left a lot to be desired so instead I just got off on her humiliation.
She was on all fours on the bed. I grabbed her waist and pulled her round towards me. As she struggled with the sensation of my cock in her mouth, I pushed two fingers deep into her cunt. She twisted and bucked against me, but all that did was make me more determined. A third finger soon joined the first two, until it felt like I was pushing my whole hand into her.
She was doing nothing special to my cock; in fact by now it had slid wetly from her mouth, and she was gasping and sobbing against my stomach, leaving lipstick smears on my skin.
I put both hands around her neck and pushed her down on to her back. Kneeling over her with my cock in my hand, just stroking it slowly, I said. Time for a biology lesson. What's this ?
She said nothing; just gazed up at me with those lovely dark eyes.
It's a cock. Let me hear you say it.
Her lips moved, but no sound came out. I slapped her face not hard, but enough to focus her attention.
Try again.
Cock. she mumbled, and blushed.
Say ' I want to suck your cock.
I want..
To.. suck... your... cock... I helped her with the words, punctuating the space between each of them with a gentle slap to the face.
I want to suck your cock. she said, quietly.
Good girl. And with that, I took my hand from her reddened cheek, and slowly prised her mouth open so I could slide my cock back in.
As I fucked her face some more, I reached down with my left hand and slid my fingers back into her cunt. They came back wet.
Another lesson, I said to her, pulling my cock from her mouth. What's this ? And I pointed between her legs.
Again, she said nothing.
It's your cunt. I told her. It's not your vagina, or your pussy, or any of the other cute words that girls use. And it's not your womanhood, or your sex, or whatever quaint term they use in the bible. It's your cunt. Say it.
The mention of the bible had brought more colour to her cheeks. She shook her head. I yanked on her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her soft, pale throat.
Say it. I put my hand around her throat, pressing her back on the bed.
It's my cunt. she said, through gritted teeth.
Say it again.
Cunt. She almost spat the word at me, as if it had caused her pain to say it.
Good. Now tell me you want my cock in your cunt.
She started to shake then, and sob, her shoulders heaving. I slapped her again.
I've already told you, if you want to leave you can leave. Is that what you want ?
She shook her head again. Her cheeks were wet; her eye make-up hopelessly smudged.
Fine. You don't want my cock in your cunt, I'll have to think of something else. I reached up and grabbed the silver cross around her neck. With one pull, the thread broke, scattering beads across the bed.
I trailed it hard down her body, between her beautiful breasts, across her taut stomach, and down between her thighs. I hacked at her with it, leaving fine red scratch marks on her skin. I used it to punish her, to show her how the things that she thought would save her could hurt her too.
And then I pushed it inside her; my fingers curled around the unyielding silver, I pushed it into her cunt again and again. Her sweet face lay underneath mine, turned to the side now and expressionless, just a single tear staining her cheek.
When I'd finished, I pulled the silver cross from inside her and threw it onto the bed.
I put my hands around her waist, and turned her over. Gently now, I pushed her knees together, and forwards, so that her arse was in the air and her back was arched. She didn't say a word.
I slid my cock into her from behind; fucked her slowly. She was so tight around me; it felt indescribable.
I looked at my watch. Half past ten.
You're my whore. I whispered into her ear, as I fucked her. You're my slut. Everyone will know. Everyone will talk.
She bowed her head, pressing it further into the pillow.
What will your Daddy say ? My voice was low as I pushed myself into her faster and faster. Will he be angry ? Or disappointed ? I don't know him well. I don't know how he'll react...
She was making muffled noises beneath me now; I couldn't tell whether from pain or pleasure. And to be honest, I didn't care either way.
But it's not just about what he believes, is it ? I had my hand around her throat again, pulling her back up towards me, my mouth close to her ear. You believe too, don't you ? I've seen it in your eyes. I know you believe it all..
I was getting close; I could feel it. Another of her stifled sobs just brought it even closer. I reached between her legs, started rubbing her wet cunt.
Does your God make you feel this good ? I spat down at her, Does your God give you pleasure ? She just shook some more.
I don't think he does, I said, with a smile. Not unless it's in those long, dark nights when you have your fingers between your legs... and even then I doubt it's him you're thinking of...
I put my hands on her hips, grinding myself even harder into her cunt, pressing myself on her; giving her a memory she would never lose, no matter how hard she tried.
You're going to hell. I whispered in her ear. There's no way back from this, and you know it. You're going to hell.
And with that, I pulled out of her, unloading an arc of cum across her back; dark pearls across her pale skin. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto the bed. I could hear her sobbing against the pillow.
Come here, I said.
She turned, her eyes still red from crying, and moved a little closer.
I looked at my watch. Ten past eleven. Already too late for her, or for her reputation.
I looked at her face with interest. Already her eyes were full of darkness, with knowledge of what she had done. She had given me far more than she intended, I had taken more than she'd offered, and in one evening she had lost far more than she thought possible.
I held my cum-covered fingers up to her mouth; unquestioning she opened her lips and sucked them dry.
You're a good girl, I said, reaching around her neck and fastening her choker back in place for her. I'll take you home in the morning.
She just nodded, and moved closer still.
Edited Mon 6 Jun 11, 10:39 PM by AshUK
| 6 Jun 11, 10:43 PM Rosaline UK(SE), 23 mths |
YUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM | |
| 6 Jun 11, 10:46 PM meganne_in_spain UK(PR), 4 yrs  |
Beautiful ... thanks Ash xxx Nil Carborundum Illegitimo | |
| 6 Jun 11, 10:48 PM PennieBlack UK(LU), 23 mths |
Like it. Stop asking me if I'm emo. | |
| 6 Jun 11, 11:04 PM Will_and_Echo UK(SW), 5 yrs    |
Aww. That was curiously sweet <3 Exx 'Everything in the world is about sex, except sex. Sex is about power.' - Oscar Wilde | |
| 6 Jun 11, 11:04 PM little_imp UK(BN), 3 yrs  |
Oh yes. "WHORE!!" | |
| 6 Jun 11, 11:14 PM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
Beautifully written  There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope that he turns out to be, someone to watch over me Edited 6 Jun 11, 11:15 PM by Shypeachybottom | |
| 6 Jun 11, 11:42 PM Scorchio 7 yrs |
Good stuff Mr AshUK. | |
| 7 Jun 11, 1:07 AM Lush_Life UK(NW), 2 yrs |
I used to go out with a vicars daughter. She was always up for a bit of organ practice. "You might well think that; I couldn't possibly comment" | |
| 7 Jun 11, 1:35 AM Monkey_Wench UK(B), 20 mths    |
I love it when you get all romantic.
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| 7 Jun 11, 8:41 AM Dreamstate UK(WV), 20 mths |
 I don't think, therefore I am not. |
