She looked at her watch and then the door giving the impression that she was waiting for someone.
“Am I keeping you?”
“No sorry, I’m waiting for my fiancé.” Her face turned red as she looked down at her plate. I took the disappointment well I must say. Though it didn’t sit well. I was getting into the idea of having her beneath me.
“Very sorry to interrupt.” I stood to leave and I’d be damned if there wasn’t a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I took another look to be sure that I wanted to walk away.
I’m not the most scrupulous of beings but I’ve never been fond of fucking another man’s woman. I find that weak and low to the fullest extreme. But the look in her eyes gave me pause. It told a story all its own. She wasn’t happy, wasn’t satisfied, and the look of her screamed virgin. Poor sod.
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It was easy enough to figure out who she was from what little she had told me. I pieced the rest together and came up with all the players. I had some homework to do, but I had to move fast, the wedding was in a few months.
I collected all the information I could about all the partied involved before deciding on my move. First I watched her from afar for the next few days. I even got a chance to see her interact with the fiancé. I can’t say that I enjoyed that too much; in fact I was almost tempted to show my hand too soon.
I thought of a million ways to procure her. Blackmail the father; bankrupt the business, any number of nefarious deeds that would’ve landed the fat little morsel in my clutches, but where was the fun in that? No I had something much more fun in store for my little virgi
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I got her address on that third day after we’d met, no sense in beating around the bush or prolonging the issue. I knew what I wanted, I just had to make sure in all fairness that I wished to keep her for a time, and not just as a fleeting amusement.
Everything I had learned about her couple with my very strong reaction to her that day in the café told me that she was a keeper, someone that I could even fall in love with if such a thing was possible for a man like me.
Next I planned my seduction, though some might see is as something entirely different. It was deemed illegal to climb through the French doors of unsuspecting females you’d met only once with the intent to fuck them to within an inch of their lives, which is exactly what I intended.
The first night I staked out her apartment building. Thankfully she lived in an old plantation home that had been chopped up to make apartments. The balconies were all an intruder’s wet dream and it was nothing at al for me to scale hers on the second floor to gain entry.
She had been thoughtful enough to leave the doors open for me and I stood in the confines of the billowing sheer curtains, taking in her innocence in sleep, as lust burned beneath the surface of my skin.
I shed my clothing after squelching my last bout of conscience; that shit had no place here. I had decided that she would be mine, but circumstances dictated that I take this course of action. I know her type, the ever obedient daughter who did everything daddy said to keep the peace. I mean to break down that wall and unleash the heat that I knew was hidden beneath the prim and proper Michelle.
She should never have let me see her interest that first day. Had she not we would’ve remained two strangers who had met at a place in time. Now we were going to be so much more. “Scream and I will use this.” I let her feel the point of the blade I carried before pulling her panties off under her nightdress and stuffing them in her mouth.
She started to cry but that did not sway me, instead I made quick work of tying her face down to her bed. I used the blade to cut away her nightie, leaving her bare in the moonlight that filtered through the curtains. Her flesh was pale and without blemish as I ran my eyes over her hungrily.
My hand reached out to touch and she flinched. “Do not reject my touch little Michelle, I do not like it.” I ran the blade down her back to her ass and up between her thighs making her quiver. I wasn’t in to knife play I just wanted her to know that it was there, just in case.
“If you be a good girl and let me have you, you won’t be hurt, but…” I left it there, let her decided what that but meant. I got off the bed and dropped my jeans. With my face in the shadows she was still able to see the rest of my body as it came into view.
Her sharp inhalation of breath stopped me in my tracks, as I was about to pull my shirt off over my head. “What is it little one?”
“Please, I’m a virgin, you can’t…” In the moonlight I could see that her eyes were glued to my cock. I swallowed the laugh that burned in my chest. She was still pure, bonus.
“Not to worry he might only tear you a little, but he won’t kill you.” I finished getting undressed as she started that crying shit again. I didn’t bother telling her to stop, let her live in fear until she realized there was nothing to fear.
Making my way back over to the bed, I let my nose lead the way from her leg to her pussy. “Fuck you smell good.” She held herself stiff but I didn’t take offense, it was up to me to loosen her up a bit. I licked and bit her flesh until my tongue was on her clit. Sucking that plump little nub into my mouth I pulled hard until she was mewling around the gag in her mouth. who can resist clit play?
It was obvious that my little virgin couldn’t as she was already starting to juice. How the mighty have fallen. I didn’t tease her about the ease with which I’d got her wet, instead I tongue fucked her sweet pussy until she was riding my tongue and begging for my cock.
Okay maybe she wasn’t exactly begging for my cock, but she was obviously in need of something to take away the burning in her cunt, so, I took a guess. When I moved around to her head and placed my leaking cockhead against her lips she balked. My hard grip on her hair soon changed her mind.
“Open your fucking mouth Michelle, don’t let me have to tell you again.” she opened her mouth like a baby bird, I could’ve told her she was gonna need more than that to take my monster but I was pretty sure she already knew.
I just painted her lips with my pre-cum before yanking her head back and forcing my cock past her lips. She gagged and bucked, but that was fun too. I had to remind myself that I was not here to punish, that I was simply seeking to conquer, to dominate, to own. All very natural things of course!
Though our relationship was starting on a less than conventional theme I had no doubt that my heart was in the right place. I did not let her hesitance or her tears deter me, and it wasn’t too long before she was sucking my cock like she owned that shit.
“You’ve sucked a man’s cock before?” The harsh censor in my voice made her pop my dick out of her mouth to give me a hasty answer. “No; never.”