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  “Ummm,” she moaned, breasts heaving as her lashes dropped closed, chin tilted upwards. “That felt good.”

  I chuckled deeply then.

  “Baby girl, I’m gonna do a lot more than lick your clit, that was only the beginning. But for now, honey, let’s get you bare.”

  And squirting a bit of shower gel in my hand, I lathered up, getting good and foamy before stroking that pussy again.

  “Mmm, baby girl, you’re so soft, so wet,” I ground out, running my fingers through her folds, getting her hot and soapy. “Fuck you’re wet.”

  Her knees wobbled, big boobs bouncing up and down as she shuddered from the sensations.

  “Mr. Black,” she panted, “Mr. Black!”

  And I looked up at her mischievously.

  “We haven’t even started honey, but I better move quick seeing that you’re about to lose it.”

  And with that I held her left labia open, stretching it tight before running the razor over the soft flesh, careful not to nick her, her pink skin coming away gleaming and gorgeous.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I ground out, taking a few more careful swipes. “Fuck, this sweet flesh is so beautiful. Upsy-daisy, other side now.”

  And obediently, the girl put her leg down and lifted the other knee up, balancing so that her right side was revealed. Again, I couldn’t resist and niggled her nub a little, jiggling that clit, pinching it hard, once, to make her gasp.

  “Oh Mr. Black!” she gasped, “Ohhhh!”

  I grinned again. Shit, playing with a virgin was the best thing ever, she was so sensuous, so receptive to my touch, even the smallest brush throwing her into convulsions. And the brunette was going to lose it soon so I went back to my work, holding her right labia tight this time, slowly scraping the razor over that succulent flesh, watching as it reappeared smooth, clean, glistening like a baby.

  Her desire was uncontrollable because suddenly a hot gush rushed into my palm, her cunt cream so copious.

  “Fuck baby girl,” I rasped. “Did you just do that?”

  And she looked at me shamefaced, almost embarrassed by her body.

  “I couldn’t help it,” she whispered, “It felt so good.”

  But I chuckled deep in my chest.

  “I don’t want you to help it,” I ground out. “That’s exactly what I want my baby to do.” But the shaving wasn’t done yet.

  “Turn,” I commanded, one big hand on her hip, nudging her a bit. “Turn around and bend over.”

  The brunette gasped even as she did as told, looking at me with shocked eyes over one slim shoulder.

  “Are you going to shave me ba- back there?” she stuttered a little, cheeks coloring. And sure enough, as she bent her pussy came into view once more, that luscious pink slit gleaming and dripping, her hole leaking the sweetest ambrosia.

  “I am, honey, I am,” I said, pausing to lap her slit once more, going all the way up from clit to asshole, running my tongue over the goodness. “There are always a few stray hairs here and there, you can never get them all on the first go. And baby,” I paused, “I’m gonna shave your asshole too.”

  She shuddered then, a shocked gasp sounding out, pussy gushing once again under my touch. I couldn’t help it, I had to feel so I put my finger at her hole, letting the cream run in rivulets around my digit. Fuck, it was so goopy, so sweet, smelling like the most fragrant honey, I wanted nothing but to bury myself in there stat, let my dick get its release.

  But it was too early, there was still work to be done. So I merely pushed her down so that she was gripping the tub ledge, nudging her legs apart so that the steaming slit was bared to me, and dropping a quick kiss on her cunt, got started once more.

  With a few swipes, I cleaned up that beautiful pussy until there was no hair whatsoever and then turned to her asshole.

  “Now little girl, has a man ever touched you back here before?” I ground out, eyes hot on her body.

  She swung her head to look at me, still gripping the tub ledge tight.

  “No, I’m a virgin,” she panted, boobs heaving, “You know that. How could a man have touched me there before?”

  I shrugged.

  “Depends on your definition of virginity,” I ground out. “There are some girls who consider themselves virgins even if they’ve had their butt fucked thousands of times, let men stick their dicks in again and again. They’re vaginal virgins, sure, but not anal virgins so I wanted to ask. Because honey, this is going to feel weird if you’ve never done it back here before.”

  And she colored.

  “No, no man’s ever gone down there,” she whispered, still panting slightly. “I’ve never even touched myself there.”

  My dick pumped with blood then. If I’d been hard before, I was fucking stiff as a rock now, this girl was full of surprises.

  “You’ve never played with yourself in back, never caressed this little anal pucker?” I asked, skimming my fingers over the brown ring.

  And the pleats contracted reflexively, her rump jiggling as she gasped, brown eyes wide.

  “No, never,” she confirmed.

  I dropped a kiss onto her huge ass then, before standing back up.

  “Well then, baby, you’re in for a treat,” I ground out, “Because Daddy is going to take care of you.”

  And with that, I lathered my hands up with the shower gel, getting them good and soapy. And with a gentle touch, I began to massage her ring, circling her back entrance, caressing it with feathery strokes as her eyes squeezed shut, breathing hard.

  “That’s a good girl,” I soothed, like I had a nervous filly on my hands. “That’s a good girl.”

  And with gentle fingers, I probed her ass a bit, making her squeal and shake her rump reflexively, before pulling her cheeks wide, baring everything to my gaze. With a swift flick of my wrist, the razor was back, skimming over her dark star, cleaning everything up. Oh shit, she was beautiful, the light brown hole beckoning to me, beckoning for my lips, my dick. And I couldn’t resist. Once it was all gone, her pucker winking at me from between her fleshy cheeks, I dropped to my knees and lightly tongued it, tasting that sweet butt. Fuck, it was so good, the smell of a woman’s aroused ass, her unique, musky scent heady and hot.

  “Unnnf!” she squealed, boobs swaying pendulously beneath her torso. “Mr. Black, this is so wrong!”

  I merely chuckled, voice muffled by her creamy flesh.

  “Nothing is wrong,” I ground out. “Nothing’s wrong between us, we touch each other wherever it feels good, every inch of this body belongs to me. Just enjoy, baby, enjoy my tongue in your anus.”

  Because by now, I’d thrust my mouth in all the way up her asshole, worming it in, and fuck, but she was so tight. For good measure, I pulled out for a moment, pushing a finger in there to stretch her out a little, niggle her a bit before going back in with my tongue, lapping at her dark star, the female’s musky, sensuous scent blasting over my face.

  “Come with Daddy’s tongue in your butt,” I commanded. “Now, baby, now.”

  And just that that, the girl burst in flames around me. With a jolt, a shake, and then a cascade of tremors, she lifted her head to the sky and screamed, a long “Ahhhhh!” of pleasure ringing out in the tiled bathroom, echoes magnifying the sound. And fuck, but that butt did the jig. It bounced up and down, almost shaking my mouth loose with the tremors, probably a ten on the Richter scale, her anal hole contracting, spasming again and again with pleasure as I thrust my tongue in deep, loving every inch of that musky burrow. And at the same time, my fingers stroked her puss, running lovingly through her folds as I caressed her clit, and shit, but her pussy lost it as well, her cunt clamping down with ecstasy as I worked her on both sides, loving every single inch of her privates, burying myself in her until the tremors subsided.

  “Oh oh!” she cried again. “Unnhhh!”

  I grinned into her behind, I love hearing a woman lose it, love feeling a female spasm as orgasm overtakes her, whether she was riding my cock, fingers
or mouth. And in this case it was especially sweet because I hadn’t had to work her up and down for hours, although that would have been fine too. With some women, the ones who are frigid, you’ve got to loosen up their body for hours sometimes, do everything to them, kiss their pussies, their assholes, their breasts, and then back to their pussies before they even have one orgasm.

  But this little girl was different. She was a virgin and with a few minutes of oral play, a little naughty shave, she’d done it. My brunette had come from anal and pussy stimulation, just a touch had done the trick, and fuck, this was only the beginning because I hadn’t even put my dick into that sweet body. But the way Mr. Happy was bobbing up and down now meant that it was going to happen soon … if I got my way, like I always do.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Ellie

  He was so dangerous, dark and dominant. Mr. Black was everything that I dreamed of, handsome as sin, that huge, male form dwarfing me, looking ludicrously male amidst the female setting, the light gold walls, the sprays of flowers, the ornate mirrors.

  But the alpha didn’t care. He was here for one reason only and that was to take me, setting be damned. It probably wouldn’t matter if we were in a barren cabin with a single bunk, he’d have me on that thin mattress, pounding me hard within two minutes.

  So yes, I came hard with his mouth in my butt because he was everything that I wasn’t. He had money, prestige, power, and so much sensuality at his fingertips that I was a slave before him, powerless to resist, doing everything he commanded.

  “Lift up your leg,” he ground out, blue gaze searing my cunt as I stood in the tub.

  And without thinking, I obeyed immediately, my right leg dripping with water as I lifted it to the tub ledge, baring my pussy to him.

  “Yes, touch me there,” I breathed, watching with wide eyes as a big hand delved into my folds, running slickly through the wetness before giving my clit a playful niggle.

  “Oh!” I gasped.

  And the big man shot me a mischievous glance, blue eyes dancing even as his fingers stroked more.

  “Not a lot of practice down here, huh?” he remarked casually, hulking form sitting on the ledge as he shaved me bare.

  And I could barely answer, my head tipped back, eyes closed, loving the sensuousness of it all, his touch on my privates, his gaze eating up my boobs, my tummy, my hips, my sweet pink twat, dropping the occasional kiss on my pussy. Because what could I say? I was a virgin, absolutely untouched, and he knew it. The camera during the auction had already verified my hymen, zooming in close to show that unbroken piece of tissue. So what could I do? I was just me, nothing more, nothing less.

  But evidently, Mr. Black’s had experience with virgins before because his questions were so direct, penetrating to the heart of the matter.

  “Are you an ass virgin?” he ground out, eyes blazing as his fingertips probed my anal hole gently, testing me there.

  I gasped. What did he mean, ass virgin? Of course I was, who’s a pussy virgin without being an anal virgin as well?

  But the big man read my mind and merely shrugged.

  “There are sluts out there who’ve been buttfucked a thousand times without letting a man into their pussy,” he ground out. “You never know, girls are sly these days.”

  And I gasped at the dirty words, the filth that came so easily to him. I should have been offended, shocked, going cold and clammy. But instead, the words titillated me, my body running hot with heat, centering in my pussy, making me warm, wet and sloppy again. Because I loved hearing him talk like this, loved the nasty words, his sentences straight from the gutter. I should have been disgusted, my skin crawling with spiders, but instead, all it did was turn me on more, crank me up until I thought I might melt, come all over his hand.

  And I did. I melted way too soon. I wanted to wait for his dick, thought it was my job almost. After all, don’t men buy virgins so that they can put their dicks in? So that they can penetrate that hymen, make a girl theirs forever? But I was so inexperienced that I couldn’t hold back. Because when his tongue touched my anus, I lost it, everything was so wrong and yet so right, so beyond anything that I’d ever dreamed of, and when he said “Now,” it was like my body was no longer my own, I obeyed instantaneously.

  So with a shudder, a choked scream, and a shriek, I came hard, with his tongue in my ass, giving it up as that slick muscle probed my back end, his fingers stroking my clit, running wetly through my folds. And oh god, but it felt good. I’d never imagined a man shaving me back there, much less licking my anus, so I lost it over and over again, the dirtiness factor pushing me over the edge until I careened into darkness, spinning out mile by mile, head over heels, helpless to him.

  And as I circled back to earth, my breath caught because he was still lapping lightly at my ass, kissing my dark star gently while stroking lightly at my fleshy cheeks.

  “You taste good, baby girl,” he ground out with a sly grin. “Your ass is delicious.”

  And I shuddered once more, the words themselves sending me over the edge again, far beyond what my virgin ears had ever heard, what my dirtiest dreams had ever contemplated. Like he could read my mind, Mr. Black merely stroked me some more, those blue eyes gleaming.

  “Any part of you is mine to touch, to taste,” he ground out. “Your body is mine, just like any part of my body is yours to touch and taste, tit for tat.”

  And that brought me back to my senses somewhat. Because Mr. Black had taken me on a sensuous journey, shaved me back and front, made me come with the dirtiest of kisses, attention to a part of me that I’d always regarded taboo, and yet I’d done nothing for him. And his penis looked almost painful at the moment, hard, stiff as a board, deep purple and angry-looking, cum dripping off the tip to pool on the bathroom floor.

  “But Mr. Black,” I murmured, cheeks coloring. “I haven’t done anything for you, and … I want to make you feel good too.”

  He grinned then, although there was a painful edge to the smile.

  “I know honey, thank you, I appreciate it. But as much as I want it too, this first time is gonna be all about you. Because we haven’t even started yet, baby, I haven’t penetrated you, not really, you’ve just felt some tongue and a little finger. But it doesn’t matter because you’re a virgin and I want you to savor everything, to open up the world of bit by bit, I’m gonna teach you, make you feel so good.”

  I colored then, cheeks going hot, although immediately, shame coursed through my body. Because I wasn’t supposed to want to be with him, to learn all these sexual lessons with Mr. Black as my tutor, my guide in the world of love, stroking, caressing, instructing me in countless dirty ways. I was a prisoner, I reminded myself, here against my will and I was supposed to hate him, to fight against my bonds.

  So I made myself rebel, even in a small way.

  “Do you know if my friend Rachel is okay?” I asked timidly. “We came to Vegas together and I think she was going to go up for auction too.”

  So much for my big rebellion. It was more like a whimper, a plea for information.

  Mr. Black chuckled, although the painful edge to his voice was still there. Unsurprising, given that his dick was rock hard, glossy with trickles of pre-cum, pointed straight at me, demanding attention. And my mouth grew dry, opening unconsciously, ready to taste, to suckle the hardness, feel it between my lips.

  But he merely nodded.

  “Yeah, I’m sure she’s gonna be fine,” he ground out. “All the dudes in the club are fine, they’re not nice guys, but they’re not criminals either.”

  Some consolation that was. Okay, so we weren’t with a bunch of felons, but that was hardly comforting given that you could be an evil person without technically committing a crime or going to jail. So I tried again, pushing the point a little further.

  “Our handler gave her something to drink and it knocked her out,” I said, voice more firm this time. “After two sips she was out like a light, is she gonna be okay?”

  The bi
g man frowned then, his hand lightly going up and down his dick. I guess the waiting was getting to him, and I watched, hungry, as a vein pulsed along the shaft, beating hard with arousal. My mouth opened again, ready to take him, a small hand raised to stroke, but he shook his head, warning me away.

  “Naw baby,” he ground out, “this first time is all about you. Just watch,” he commanded. “And honey, I’m sure your friend is okay, again, my friends are the buyers here and I know every single one of them. They’re not nice dudes, but they’re not crooks either, she’ll be okay, trust me.”

  And with that, he began pulling at his dick, stroking it in earnest, his chest and abs going tight as he worked that massive shaft. I gulped, kneeling in the tub as I watched, the water lapping my nubile form. Oh god, it looked so good, this huge, hard man sitting on the ledge, thighs tensed, jaw tight as he fisted himself. And his penis was so beautiful too. At least ten inches, it stuck out straight from his waist, the tip waving in the air, fingers forming a tight vise, wet squelching sounds sounding out as he rubbed up and down.

  “Hear that, baby girl?” he ground out. “Hear those wet sucking sounds? That’s my pre-cum, there’s so fucking much of it because you’re so fucking sexy.”

  And the words heated me up, I wanted to help him, I wanted to be a part of this even if he wouldn’t let me touch him the first time. So I rose up on my knees and began playing with my breasts, circling my nipples with my fingers, stroking the hard nubs, squeezing and massaging the creamy white flesh.

  “Oh Mr. Black,” I sighed, “come for me, come for me.”

  The big man’s eyes were glued to my tits, the sensuous way I touched myself, the way I rolled my nipples with my fingers, corkscrewing a bit before pulling off the tips with an audible pop. And then I pulled out the grand finale. Ever since I my Double Ds came in, I’ve been able to do something that only big-breasted girls can do, it’d been impossible when I was small. I lifted a tit to my mouth, licking the nipple, kissing myself, sucking the tip before lifting my other tit and doing the same, lightly running my tongue over the hard flesh, tasting my pink strawberry and moaning lightly.