InnocenceForSale.com/ Bree, page 3
Ada had warned me that most clients were eager to get things under way as quickly as possible and the rest of the week was generally slower and more sensual. As a result, I was kind of on edge about the first meeting.
Todd sat in the front, on the other side of what I assumed must be a sound-proof barrier. His voice came through an intercom.
“Just press the green button by this speaker if you need to speak to me. Otherwise, we’ll just head directly to Mr. Smith’s penthouse.”
I pressed the button. “OK.”
Todd didn’t waste any breath on playing tour-guide, and didn’t volunteer any questions either. I didn’t know what his boss had told him about the young woman he was driving tonight and the last thing I wanted to do was to let on that I was here to allow “whoever had enough money” to take my virginity.
After an uneventful journey, aside from the occasional period of quiet hyper-ventilation on my part, Todd parked in front of a De Ville Platinum hotel, and one of the hotel staff opened the door for me before Todd could even get around to do it himself. He passed the keys to the valet with a nod and retrieved my luggage from the trunk before motioning for me to follow him.
The glitz and glamor of the foyer almost took my breath away. Two years of living in filth and poverty in the witness protection program had almost made me forget that places like this existed. How could I have taken all this for granted?
In the elevator, Todd held a card up to some kind of security reader under the floor buttons and then pressed the button for the penthouse on the top floor. I didn’t even realize I was gripping the rail around the side with white-knuckled intensity until the doors opened and I found myself unable to follow Todd until I consciously uncurled each finger.
After a short walk down a private hallway, Todd stopped in front of a heavy-looking door. My breath caught when I thought I saw the light flicker in the spyhole, but the door didn’t open, and Todd didn’t knock.
He released my suitcase, with handbag balanced on top, and reached inside his jacket, pulling out a strip of black cloth with something, no, a couple somethings stuck on it. He held it out to me.
“Mr. Smith wants you to wear this.”
I reached out and took it from him. “What is it?”
“It’s a blindfold.”
I touched the “things” that turned out to be little silicone pads. “What are these?”
“I believe they go over your eyes.”
I held the strip of material up. With the eye-pads, it reminded me of a training bra for my face. “Really?”
Todd held up his hands. “This is above my pay-grade. I don’t have an answer for all this, but Mr. Smith was very specific.”
I blushed a little, knowing that any hope of preserving an innocent excuse for my visit, even if unspoken, was out the window if I was going into Mr. Smith’s room dressed as I was, plus blindfolded.
With a sigh, I lined up the pads with my eyes and tied the blindfold behind my head. Although it was silky smooth to the touch, it had more elasticity than I would have thought and it resulted in a tight fit. With the pads, I couldn’t see even a tiny sliver of light out of the top or bottom of the blindfold, yet they were thin enough that when I touched the material at the front, it didn’t bulge out.
“OK,” said Todd.
I heard a knock on the door, then Todd said goodbye and walked away. There was no sound from the other side of the door until the elevator had begun its decent, taking the driver with it.
Then there was a soft click in front of me and I felt a waft of air from inside what must have been the penthouse. It carried with it the scent of flowers and a faint wisp of cigar smoke, and a cologne I knew well.
It was the kind Andrew used to wear, Clive Christian 1872. I inhaled deeply, despite myself. If the entire atmosphere of Earth could have been replaced with this intoxicating mixture, that would have been fine by me.
Whether it was the heat of his body, or some sixth sense, I could feel that my buyer was standing close in front of me. I licked my lips nervously.
“Hello?” I squeaked.
Warm breath puffed against my ear and neck and I gasped as he whispered to me. “Do as I say. Follow my lead.”
IFS customers were the kind of men, women, and couples who had risen to the top of their fields, used to getting their way. Ada had told me that they were almost always relentless alpha males, but the power of Mr. Smith’s voice, even at a whisper, rammed the point home more than any lesson from the high-end madam. That was a voice that demanded obedience.
He grabbed my hand, his grip as sure as his voice. This was no wheelchair-bound old oil tycoon getting his last thrill before keeling over. This was a man at the height of his power.
My heart thundered in my chest as I nodded and he led me through the door before letting go and returning to the hallway to get my luggage. I heard the wheels squeaking slightly on the ground and then the heavy door closed with a well-oiled click.
Andrew
When Todd, a new employee that Bree had never met before, called me to confirm he had Bree in the car and it was without a doubt the girl in the picture I provided, I lit a victory cigar. I’d even arranged to meet her here in Hapford City, since it might have made her too nervous to fly into Pulbridge, our hometown and a city truly under my control.
With her luggage inside the penthouse and the door safely locked behind us, I took the time to circle clockwise around my prey. This beautiful, oblivious girl was the instrument of my complete and utter revenge.
She clasped her hands in front of her nervously and I smirked, drinking in every square inch of her bare skin, basking in the knowledge that I’d drink in so much more. The pictures on the Innocence For Sale website paled in comparison to Bree in the flesh.
Bree had blossomed in the years since I’d seen her. A couple perfect handfuls of curves had buried the last trace of the tomboy she had once been. The sum of her parts had grown together and resulted in a young woman that was a marvel of genetics.
Her full lips were red and glistening from her licking them. Her graceful neck trailed down to her chest and the curves of her breasts swelled tantalizingly above the neckline of her modest dress. The way she was holding her hands made her arms push her breasts together until they were perilously close to touching.
I couldn’t help but imagine the way her soft mounds would feel squashing my cock between them as I thrust and came all over her neck and chin. I literally could not help it.
Any part of me that had felt guilty about these thoughts for my former step-daughter was overwhelmed and shouted down by the lust for revenge that Bree was my gateway to. Even more powerful than that was the fact that she was possibly the most beautiful woman in the world, and she’d come here to have her virginity fucked away, hard, by me.
I’d never felt more powerful in my life. As I circled behind her, my eyes dropped to her ass. It was a tight little teen package, firm and perky, not exercised to outlandish proportions like was so common these days.
With a feather touch, I let my fingertips trail across her ass cheeks and heard her breath catch in response. I moved close behind her and let my hands slide up her arms, over her shoulders and wrap around her neck.
She tilted her head up and I could feel her muscles work against my palm as she swallowed. Her life was in my hands.
“You’re gonna be a good little girl for me, aren’t you?” I continued whispering, so she wouldn’t recognize my voice.
“Yes,” she whispered back, as people do when you whisper to them.
“Yes, Master,” I corrected her.
“Yes, Master,” she quickly complied.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to scream. You’re going to love being a slut for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” Her whisper was almost a purr.
I let go of her neck and completed my circuit around her. Bree’s lips were parted, and I could see she was taking rapid, shallow, breaths that made her chest rise and fall quickly.
“Take off your shoes.”
Bree kicked off one, and then the other. She seemed even smaller now than the couple of inches of height the heels could account for. I took her hand and slowly pulled her further into the penthouse suite.
She followed my touch as if I was leading her on to a dancefloor in slow motion. I could say with some authority, given my career, that it was borderline criminal the way Bree moved.
From the way her feet carefully padded on the floor, to the way her hips swayed and the way her head tilted to one side as if she was posing to show some photographer her best angle...it was nothing short of a miracle that Julia and Antonio had been able to hide anywhere on the planet while harboring such an attention-grabbing fugitive.
I led her all the way to the bedroom and stood her in front of the huge bed, then moved in close until my hard cock pressed against her stomach through our clothes. Bree gasped and lifted her chin so she would have been looking in my face if not for the blindfold.
What would she do if she could see who was on the other side of that sight-stealing cloth? She might not be so eager to please, that was for sure.
I buried my fingers in the hair at the back of her head. Her dark locks were the very definition of luxurious. I closed my fist and it was like grabbing a fistful of silk.
Gripping her tightly, I made sure her pretty little face was exactly where I wanted it and was going nowhere before I bent down to kiss her.
The feel of my lips took her by surprise, but she quickly parted her lips and let my tongue touch the tip of hers. Deeper and deeper I kissed, moving one hand down to an ass cheek that was every bit as tight and perfect as I’d expected, using it to pull her against my rigid manhood even harder.
Bree moaned as I kissed her, her body wouldn’t let her wait until our lips parted. I bet she’d never been kissed like that, kissed while she was totally at a man’s mercy, submissive to his every whim.
I’d bet even more she’d never been kissed like a man by me. She never had any boyfriend that I knew of when we lived together, and clearly she’d never met a man like me since growing into her womanhood, or she sure as fuck wouldn’t be a virgin anymore.
Even I never suspected that revenge was going to be this much fun. I was enthralled with Bree’s body in a way that I hadn’t felt in years, certainly not with any of the women who’d been throwing themselves on me over the past couple of years. Not since the early days with Bree’s mother, maybe.
I ended the kiss with a wet smacking sound and heard Bree whimper quietly as she came up on her toes a little, seeking my mouth again. With the faintest hint of a pout, she brought her heels to the floor.
Taking a single finger, I traced along the side of her neck and then pushed one strap of her dress off. It hung loose against her upper arm as I did the same on the other side.
Bree, with the coordination of a magician-stripper, shook a little and the dress flowed off her like liquid, pooling around her feet and leaving her wearing nothing but a matching set of bra and panties, and a gold-and-diamond necklace.
Her newly exposed state was like a gift from heaven. I would have been happy to pull up a chair and just study her perfection for a few hours, but there were far more fun options available to me now.
For a moment, she seemed to be unsure what to do with her hands, try to cover what little she could or let her hands fall to the side so her winning bidder could examine what he’d bought: his property. That little hesitation made my cock twitch, the contrast of innocence against such blistering hot sexuality was almost too much to bear.
“You’ve been a fucking bad girl,” I whispered.
“Yes, Master, I’m sorry.”
Not yet she wasn’t, because I was only beginning to play with her. The moment I whipped off that blindfold… that might be when she started feeling sorry, but that time was not now. Not yet.
I adjusted my cock, which was quickly hardening in my pants, and then took her hand as I sat down on the bed. Tugging her down and guiding her every movement, I soon had my bad girl draped face down and ass up over my knee.
Her smooth feminine back was laid out before me like a blank canvas for a dominating artist to create his greatest work on. After gathering her hair and sweeping it to the side furthest from me, so it hung almost to the ground, I stroked her bare skin from her neck, over her bra strap and down to her panty-clad ass.
With a single finger, I traced along her panty-line from the outside of her thigh, across her ass cheek and then slowed to a crawl as I neared her pussy. The slower I went, the more Bree trembled under my fingertip.
When I finally reached my goal, I could feel the wetness on the crotch of her panties and the corner of my mouth rose a little. It seemed Bree liked a little danger, a little bit of the unknown in her sex play.
I traced the faint outline of her labia through the thin material and Bree squirmed in my lap. It wasn’t long before her natural lubricants had her panties sliding freely against her untouched sex.
Taking each side of her panties between my finger and thumb, I gathered the material together, essentially turning her panties into a G-string, and tugged gently at it so her underwear softly rubbed at her clit.
Bree moaned and I laid my palm flat on first one ass cheek and then the other, stroking them in circular motions. I squeezed one, spreading her ass a little and giving me a glimpse of her pink folds peeking out the sides of her panties.
My lips pulled back in a smile that bordered on a snarl of triumph and, without warning, I lifted my hand off before bringing it back down on the bare skin of Bree’s ass, hard.
Smack!
Bree yelped in surprise and pain, her body tensing suddenly enough that she almost fell off my lap. Yet, to her credit, she bit her tongue on the pre-arranged safe-word. I was up for the challenge of testing her resolve. After that first one, I felt like I might have a spank for every dollar her fucking bitch mother stole from me.
Bree
With my sight gone, ever since walking through that front door, my other senses had been heightened. First the smell of him, sexy, dangerous and a little familiar. Then, the sounds of my feet on the carpet, my heart in my throat and the whisper of his voice in my ear. Then, the feel of him.
The way his hardness pressed high up on my belly told me he was a tall man, the way his hands touched me conveyed such self-assurance, and the tingle of my skin was clear evidence of my excitement. He touched me through my panties where no man had ever touched me before. His fingers memorized the most intimate lines of my body, in a way, making them his forever.
And then…
Smack!
The sensation of his hand coming down hard on my ass was like a burst of fireworks in front of my closed eyes. My nerves sang in a sudden cacophony and I braced myself with one hand gripping the bed and the other flat on the floor.
Smack! Smack!
The man spanked me on the other side of my ass before returning to the first side he’d struck, and I gasped, surprised how much more the second slap on the same spot hurt. My safe-phrase, “System-Overload,” raced to the tip of my tongue, but the thought of going back to live with my mom and Antonio kept it in check.
Smack! Smack!
I winced, squealed and panted as he spanked me over and over again, each strike seeming harder than the last though the sounds were no louder. Between each series of spanks, he caressed my ass gently, almost lovingly, with circular motions that contradicted the harsh impacts his palms were also responsible for.
The longer I held back the safe-phrase that strained to escape my lips, the easier it became. For this week, I was this man’s plaything… and he knew how to play. The contrast of pain and soothing rubbing had me squirming under his touch, and the wetness I’d had no hope of hiding from him at first was not abating in the slightest but only flowed more freely the more he had his way with me.
I let go. It was liberating. I was not in charge of this situation, all the responsibility for what was happening was on the shoulders of whoever my buyer was. It wasn’t my fault if I liked it, if he was turning me on. I had no choice.
Smack! Smack!
The more I submitted, the more my pleasure grew. I was whimpering affirmatives with every firm slap of my ass now, imagining how red he was making it as handprint after handprint was laid one over top of the other.
My panties, wedged into a taut strip for so long, slipped back to their natural shape over one ass cheek just as my buyer struck it, muffling the slapping sound. He immediately pulled my underwear down so they were around my upper thighs and I was completely exposed again.
Smack!
His palm struck my rear end again, but his fingers stung my labia and I cried out in surprise. It was crazy to think that the first time a man touched my bare pussy, it was with a slap. It was crazier to realize how my newly-liberated mind was more than OK with it.
Now that he had access to what nobody else had ever had access to, he explored my slick folds. My arousal lubricated his probing, sliding, fingers, giving him all the evidence he needed to know that my virgin pussy was all his.
After his fingers were well-coated in my juices, he slowly massaged towards the front of my sex until he found my clit. My legs trembled, simultaneously trying to preserve my modesty out of long-held instinct and trying to open up wide to let this man bring me even more pleasure.
The way I was feeling, it wouldn’t be long before I was moaning out an orgasm. That was something that even all Ada’s assurances couldn’t convince me of. She said her clients had no problems with women, they were just looking for something special. Now I knew she was right, and I was the focus of some powerful man’s undivided attention.
He circled my clit with his fingertip, gradually spiraling inwards until he was stroking my go-button even better than I ever had. My hips began gyrating in response, trying to push myself against his fingers.
The mysterious man moved with me, staying completely in control, rubbing me harder or softer at his own discretion. A ticklish ball of energy developed in my stomach, sending shivers to the tips of my fingers and toes, jolting my clit with surges of pleasure.
