Thread: What a Girl Wants

Hope stirred in Nina when the unpainted steel door swung open. But then a man burst in, a clone of the kind of man her father fucked over in business day in and day out. Her jaundiced eye in the second and a half before his clammy hands took control of her body and swept her to the bed could recognize to the dollar how much he had paid for his customized off-the-rack Brioni suit, his desperate desire to look with his look at me, Ive made it Rolex, instead of something understated and elegant like a Vacheron Constantin or Patek Philippe. The next second, she truly knew the flaw of being delicate and petite in a world where a man could sweep you physically off your feet before you had time to react. His weight on her body, his hot breath, it was humiliating and disgusting as he pawed at her petite body, pressing her down so that she could feel every line of the springs on that cot printing its line into her back, the way the bed creaked from the mans weight. Disgust painted her face an ugly shade as the strange man rutted around her body trying to find his way into paradise. Frustrated at the painful feel of his cock pushing everywhere but where it needed to go, she instinctively shifted her hips slightly so that slid deep into her hot tight pussy and almost instantly ejaculated. But instead of withdrawing, he rocked up and down for awhile. It left her feeling ill. She had always chosen tight bodied studs as her lovers, men who made it their business to pleasure her. When he finally rolled off her, Nina lay there trying to gather herself. She had apparently been dressed in Juicy Couture silk baby doll pajamas for this prick. She pitied the girl she had just stood in for, glancing down at her tight little abdomen and smoothly shaven cunt, she wanted to cry. She had enjoyed the mystery provided by those golden curls. Her attention noticed her hair and she literally screamed. It had been mutilated, dyed red. No one messed with her hair! Before she could leap to her feet, however, the clown who had just fucked her returned and began to strap on her gag again. For the first time, her slender arms tried to fight back. But as out of shape as this overweight bull was, he easily controlled her feeble effort to resist and soon she was blindfolded, cuffed and gagged once again. When the chloroform came down, she hated it. Nina came to consciousness feeling muzzy. She quickly realized that she was strapped to a bed. Something about being tied up always got to Nina. It made her feel secured and ironically, almost safe. A familiar voice sounded in her ears and her little head turned toward it. This man was important she knew. Somehow Paul had hired him. But he must have misunderstood Pauls instructions. Paul would never have wanted any of this to happen to her. She thrust at the gag with her tongue. If only she could explain this would be over. No, no, she wanted to cry as the man spoke. None of it was true, everyone loved her. How could they not? She was so beautiful. She tried to squeeze her thighs shut as she felt his cock head teasing her labial lips and then, groaning as he thrust home. As he began to fuck her, Nina set her little body into motion, pushing back against the pleasurable sensation. Her tiny face screwed itself up in a look of distress as she found herself cresting on an orgasm as she was fucked by this sadistic stranger.