0 comments/ 26811 views/ 1 favorites No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 02 By: kel662 I woke the next morning, the burning in my ass so minute it was as if it wasn’t there, yet as I turn onto my back, the extreme burning and shame echoes back into my mind again making me squirm back onto my belly and I groan, tears welling up in my eyes. I glance at the digital clock next to my bed trying to see through the blur in my eyes, from sleep and tears. It’s 7:34am. The light is filtering in through the open window, the early morning breeze going over my uncovered sore ass and I groan. My tear stained face turning from the light in an attempt to enclose myself in darkness again. It’s a Saturday morning and I feel more like going back to sleep, but the sudden realisation that last night really happened forces me to stay awake. Shame and helpless pain searing through my uncomfortable soul, I wish I could escape right now. Silently wondering who opened my window this morning I crawl out of bed, stumbling slightly as I trip over one of my trainers, before grabbing my dressing gown and wrapping it around me. “Dad??” I call out, with no reply I find myself wondering where he is, then remembering that he’d told me that he had to go into work early today a few days ago and that he wouldn’t be home till late. I grin, pulling off my dressing gown and disappear into the bathroom, turning on the shower so its steamy hot and I get in…gasping with a mixture of pain and soothing pleasure as the water cascades down my smooth, normally perfect, but now sore ass. I lather up my hair with my favourite shampoo; the subtle smell of strawberries fills the room mixing with the heat from the shower that is steaming up the glass of the shower cubicle, so only my silhouette is visible. I close my eyes tightly and relax my body, unaware of my smiling visitor. We keep a key in the plant pot at the back door, if you know it’s there then you can get into the house easily enough. This person obviously knew it was there; he must have let himself in. I rinse my hair…humming a made up tune to myself, totally at peace and I slowly slip my hand down to my pussy, I do this sometimes, normally the morning after I’ve spent time with James, and soon enough I hear myself moaning with pleasure. Slowly slipping my wet fingers in and out of my tight pussy, I can feel it clinging onto my fingers wetly. I rub my thumb on my clit and I can feel my legs buckle, weakening my body so much I have to cling to the wall to stop myself from collapsing, moaning deeply and I finally orgasm, bucking and shuddering as my cum mixes with the hot water, running down my thighs. I stay like that, my fingers resting in my pussy for a minute, gasping. I turn around innocently to face my ass at my visitor, and I hear him gasp the words ”Oh my God.” In a breathy voice of a turned-on man that has suddenly been turned, quite severely, off. I turn quickly to face him, wondering who the fuck is in my bathroom this time of the morning. “Oh…shit, hey J,” I say, first shocked, and then increasingly worried. I don’t care much for my nakedness now; just that he’s seen the state my ass is in before I get the chance to explain. I take my fingers from my pussy quickly, remembering they’re there and I rinse my hand before I turn off the shower, having finished anyway and I get out, standing in front of him shyly as I take a white, fluffy towel and I wrap it round me, using the tit-tuck method to keep it in place. “I can explain J honest…” I trail off, the look of hurt, curiosity and love mixed in his eyes as he turns and walks out of the bathroom. I hesitate then follow him out. “J please. Talk to me!” I beg and he stops as he reaches my bedroom door. He stands there for a second; not uttering a single word, then his lust seems to take over him. He grips my hips gently and pulls me in to kiss him, I don’t try to back off, and I love every kiss he gives me. We kiss for about 5 minutes; He gently caresses my face while I stroke his hair, messing up his always-thorough attempt of spikes. Our tongues intertwine in each other’s mouths. Making me gasp in a soft breath as he breaks off the kiss and I look into his eyes. He smiles at me. We always have to have a kiss like that when we get together, no matter what. “I love you James,” I whisper…kissing down his neck and nibbling gently while he wraps his arms around my body. I’m shorter than him, by nearly a foot; so he has to lean down to cuddle me properly. “I love you too Kelly, but I need to know what happened, did your dad do that to you?” I nod slightly, a silent tear trickling down my cheek at the thought of it and I wipe my face on his shirt, getting rid of the evidence and I just cuddle up against him. “He knows J, he knows we had sex.” I sulk…looking at him with a mixture of lust, and sadness. I remember what my dad had said about getting money for me and I make a mental note not to tell James. “He spanked me as a punishment for it, that’s all, it hurts but I deserved it! I betrayed him!” I desperately try to make excuses for my dad, knowing the anger in J’s eyes is getting fiercer and that any minute he’s going to storm out and go and beat the shit out of my dad, J is taller and much fitter than my dad. Even though I hate what my dad did, I still love him. “Honestly, J, it’s nothing!” I whimper slightly as he draws in a sharp breath and rips my towel from my body, turning me around so he can inspect my sore ass. “What are you doing? …J?” I mutter…before I feel his hand near my ass. “Kel, this is horrible, he’s broken the skin a few times and you have huge red welts across your ass, even your pussy is a little bit pinker than usual, what did he use?” He mutters, angry but sympathetic. “His hand, then his belt…he used the buckle a couple of times” I groan, flinching as his hand runs over the welts on my ass. “Stop, please J that hurts!” He pulls his hand away obediently and turns me back to face him, I’m completely, yet comfortably, naked, and my entire body is exposed to him. “Get dressed,” He whispers, “I’m taking you out for breakfast, and we’ll talk more about this later.” He kisses my cheek then moves over to and sits on my bed watching me intently the whole time. I pull out my favourite thong panties, white, see through material but framed with lace, so delicate and subtle putting them on, wiggling my ass at him. Then I put on my matching bra, which pushes my tits up into a great cleavage position. “What ya think?” I giggle as I show off my lingerie to him, my damaged ass looking fantastically pink against the sheer white of my thong. He whistles at me appreciatively and I smile, grabbing my tight, denim skirt with the bleached worn effect on my thighs. It is long enough to cover my ass and the start of one of the red lines on my thigh. This line is fading thankfully; I hope nobody will notice it. I then grab my white blouse, unbuttoned enough to show most of my cleavage, and the sleeves go just past my elbows. It’s fitted; accenting my curves and making me look great. I slap on some lip gloss and mascara and run a brush through my hair flippantly, not really interested in the drying my hair just yet. I slowly walk over to J, his face curled into a grin as I flaunt my body at him…then I suddenly pounce on him playfully…kissing him and rolling about on the bed with him…touching and feeling his firm 6pac and biceps while he massages my tits. Loving every second of this play. Our tongues together again and hands wandering freely, teasing and pinching. This goes on for ages, loving each other’s bodies to bits. When I finally break it off we’re both out of breath and flushed, we stay how we finished, with James laying on top of my body, squashing me. We’re both horny as fuck and I groan as I finally wriggle out from underneath him, straightening myself out and giggling slightly…as he gets up I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss again deeply, gently nibbling and sucking on each other’s lips before he tickles under my arms to make me let go. I smile up at him and he takes my hand, grabbing my small black bag with my phone and keys in it and handing it to me after I’ve succeeded in putting my new trainers on and we go outside to James’ car. He has a beautiful silver convertible, J is 19, his dad died a few years ago and had left him a lot of money, so he bought this car, he treats it better than he treats me, so you can tell he treats it damn well! He unlocks it and we get in, it’s a nice day, bright and warm, the sun beating down on my olive brown, tanned skin, so he keeps the roof down and I lean back in the smooth leather seat. “Where you planning on taking me?” I ask curiously as he starts up the car, immediately speeding through the twisty country roads. “Maccy D’s” he says, and laughs. “No, just kidding, you’ll have to wait and see.” I giggle and I lay the chair back a little, content with that answer, knowing I probably wouldn’t get a straight answer anyway, ‘him and his surprises.’ I think playfully and I grin. Relaxing, I run my fingers through my drying hair. He glances at me now and then, and runs his hand up my thigh, teasing me, he knows he is getting me wet and horny for him but he never ceases no matter how many times I tell him to stop or he sees me squirming. It’s now almost 10am, the early morning dew on the grass has cleared up and the air’s warm with a gentle breeze that whips round you body now and then. I’m hungry, I always eat breakfast as a general rule, even if I don’t have lunch then I’ve eaten something, you know? We stop next to a field that is near a small, old chapel and is surrounded by a thin forest, its beautiful and seems to be totally at peace the autumn leaving the trees looking beautifully fabulous. I get out of the car and I stand in awe, “J its beautiful.” I say slowly. “I thought you’d like it,” he smiles. “I drove past here a few days ago and I know the person who owns it, used to be one of my dad’s mates. So he’s letting us borrow it for this morning, uninterrupted.” There is something in his voice, which tells me he’s planning something but I don’t care, I help him get the basket with our anonymous food in and a soft cotton blanket and we walk into the neat little field…finding a nice secluded spot at the edge to set our stuff down. As soon as we laid the blanket down, J pounces on me…. knocking me playfully down into a huge pile of leaves, they’re yellowy brown, mingling with a dull red colour, spread unevenly all over the ground. I giggle as he lands on top of me, his huge frame shadowing me and he leans down to kiss me, I playfully squirm away, tickling his sides and he lets me out of my muscular cage, smiling and laughing, I crawl over to the basket and collapse on my front on the blanket, grabbing a cool bacon sandwich out of the basket and starting to eat it, grinning at J who has crawled up next to me. He gently rubs his palm on my lower back as I eat and I hand him a sandwich, he takes it and eats, we stay in this comfortable atmosphere for about half an hour, chatting and eating and having a laugh, as if we were just mates. J’s subtle touching of my back, my side, my ass and other parts of my body, the only thing that reminds me that we are more than that. Plus the love in his eyes. The pain in my ass has dulled right down now, and after my second bacon sandwich I turn onto my back…sighing with contentment. “Thanks J” I say, smiling. “No problem sweetie,” He can be so cute sometimes. “Wanna go to the cinema this afternoon?” “Sure…” I hesitate, “What do you wanna see?” “You sucking my cock!” Bye cuteness, in comes the pervert! I laugh, considering him to be joking and I pull him down on top of me…kissing him deeply and passionately, playfully biting his tongue gently in revenge for the rude comment and then we relax again into our making out session. I soon feel this session getting out of hand, but not in such a way that I would stop him, just that it is embarrassing to be doing such things in a field! His hand had made its way up my skirt and had started massaging my pussy thru my panties, so gentle, teasing me beyond being able to calm down if he stopped, his kisses so lovable yet full of lust, I could tell he wanted to fuck and I wasn’t about to say no either. I wanted it bad; I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants, feeling his manhood straining to get out. “Do you want to…here?” I ask him, knowing his answer but just giving myself confirmation. “Do you mind?” his face is lighting up, answering my question. The thought of the guy who owns this field finding us fucking makes me suddenly squirm with pleasure. I giggle like a little schoolgirl who’s just been offered a lollypop. “I’d love to!” I say, a little too enthusiastically, making me giggle again and I quickly pull my blouse off, my nipples going almost instantly hard as they’re exposed to the cool breeze. He smiles as he sees this and just watches me slowly strip for him at first. “Leave the skirt,” he says, like an order that I gratefully comply with. I pull off my panties, then I undo the clasp on my bra, looking at his eyes as the bra falls away…without a moments hesitation he playfully dives his head in between them and starts licking, pushing them together and attacking them with his mouth and tongue. I giggle and playfully squirm away as he does this. “Not until your naked too boy!” He grins and pretends to be shy, but once I give him the sarcastic ‘I’m waiting’ look, he pulls his t-shirt off over his head and undoes his jeans. Constantly grinning, I watch, excited, the more naked he is the more real it seems that we’re going to fuck in a field! Once he’s down to his boxers he crawls back over to me…swiftly pinning my arms above my head, pulling my breasts taut with his hands and kissing me gently on the lips then slowly down my jaw, my ear, my neck…slowly working his way down passionately, I moan, I can feel his breath on my body and I don’t care where his mouth is going, I slowly start to lose myself in the tingling of my skin. He seems to realise I’ve relaxed because he cruelly bites my nipple and I let out a small yelp of pain, he grins and then sucks it better. My nipple going hard in his mouth, then he repeats the process with the other one, his hand massaging the one his mouth has just left, keeping the nipple hard. He does this for a while, getting me so wet and horny. My arms still pinned above my head, but I don’t struggle. “Fuck me James, please! I can’t wait any longer!” I gasp the words before I manage to retain any dignity and I giggle. “Please baby.” He just looks up at me with a look which teases me, the ‘you sure?’ look, I know he’s playing but I glare at him anyway and I manage to free my hands, I hurriedly push him off me, not wanting him to succeed in grabbing my wrists again before I’m finished, rolling him onto his back and straddling his chest. “Damn sure!” I gasp, ecstatic that I’ve pinned him now, I press my wetness against his chest for a minute, grinding against him briefly before I slowly work my way down so my head is level with his cock, kneeling between his legs. I gently grip the top of his boxers with my teeth and slowly tug them off, using my hands only a little bit. By the time I toss them aside he’s as hard as a rock and I gently slip my mouth around the head, giving it hard, sharp sucks, only doing this a few times, getting him as hard and throbbing as I possibly can. He’s a pure tower when he’s hard, almost 9 inches of steel like flesh and I love it. I then run my tongue over his balls gently, then up his cock on the underside, teasing him constantly before coming away from his cock and looking at his eyes nervously, suddenly remembering the intense pain I received from last nights fucking. He seems to read my thoughts. “It’ll be ok Kelly, honest, this time won’t hurt like that!” he smiles at me knowingly and holds me for a minute, comforting me until I’m ready to get started. “You go on top today, you have more control then Hun.” I nod and I straddle his stomach, resting for a second. “Ok, here goes” I breath, “…we’re such horny buggers, twice in two days!” I wink as he laughs and position myself above his sex weapon, before gently pushing the head of his cock into my pussy opening, feeling it stretch me pleasurably. He moans almost immediately as I do so, he’s obviously enjoying this too so I slowly push it deeper and deeper, his swollen head rubbing my pussy walls, making me wetter by the second, inch by thick inch his cock penetrates me, I can hear myself moaning from deep in my throat, I’m loving it this time and it only hurts a little bit each time his thick cock prizes my hole open a bit more. I feel like I’m gaping, his dick is an inch across and a great trophy for a guy. He’s already thrusting upwards so it penetrates me a little more and I finally get it in as far as I can cope with at the moment, with a couple of inches to spare, I slowly start to work up and down, feeling my pussy gripping his cock, coating it in a layer of my sticky juices, and I moan softly. I pick up the pace a little after a while, grinding him into my wetness, I’m slowly starting to work those 2 inches inside me and enjoying it. It’s great because I’m going at my pace, making sure his manhood hits my g-spot as much as possible and shuddering a little with pleasure as I slowly start to reach my highest point of ecstasy, my climax. J doesn’t seem too happy about me reaching my climax so soon and he tips me off his cock, dumping me back on the ground and I cough, slightly shocked…it’s not long before he’s getting on top of me and ramming his cock back inside me so quickly I haven’t got time to register his entrance before I feel the pain, pushing it deeper than before and I cry out slightly “Oooh god J!” I moan, slowly relaxing but he doesn’t give me the chance, he lustfully pounds his cock in and out of my body like he’s using me to get off, it makes me feel so exhilarated and I moan and gasp like never before. In all the excitement we both seem to have completely forgotten about the use of a condom, and we’re fucking away like rabbits in the middle of the beautiful field, no earlier than 11am in the morning. He keeps working in me, making me scream out with pleasure as I near my climax; he seems to be doing the same as I feel his cock jerk in my pussy, and I realise he’s going to cum soon. This is where I remember about the condom, “J…condom!!” I almost panic right there and then as he hits my g-spot hard, making me shudder back into not caring. “Don’t worry Kelly, just take the morning after pill…” he grunts, I seem reasonably happy with this and I let him carry on. In, out, in, out, in… Its not long before he finally erupts inside me, I adore the feeling of his hot, sticky cum melting into my juices inside my pussy and filling me right up, I feel myself start to orgasm just at the feel of it and my pussy gently squeezes his cock, milking it of its fluid as my cum runs all over his cock and I ride the intense wave of pleasure, my eyes closed, head tipped back and my back arched, crying out with the most intense pleasure ever. Then it happened. “I sai’ you cou’d borrow the field for the morning’ I di’n’t say you cou’d fook in it James!” What the fuck…who? …Oh no! “Mr. Diehl…hi” comes J’s voice, he’s literally shaking and I grab for my top, pulling it on faster than ever before and blushing like hell. J pulls out of me, my scent suddenly filling the air and he quickly covers his dick. “Sorry Kel…” he mutters, returning his attention to the man that I can recognise the name of but I’m unsure of where from… “I said it might get a little intimate over here mate did you have to check up on me?” I just lay there, my eyes covered, totally embarrassed and weak from my orgasm. No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 02 “Don’t tell my dad!” I suddenly cry as I recognise the name, my dad’s colleague, and I sit up. “Please, he’ll kill me!” “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’ tell ‘im.” I breathe a sigh of relief and he laughs. “Get yourself dressed lass and get outta my field! “ He walks off chuckling and I smile at J, blushing as I feel the sexual mixture leaking from my pussy, giggling slightly because of the interruption and I get myself dressed. J seems more embarrassed than me and I kiss him long and deeply to comfort him before we get ready to go. This seems to calm him down anyway! We get our stuff and innocently leave the field, giggling and stopping to kiss each other now and then. To be continued…. No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 03 Chapter 3 A few minutes later we were back at the car and I put the wicker basket away. Still glowing from our highly arousing sexual experience, fucking like rabbits amongst the rabbits so to speak. The ground felt so soft under my naked body as he rolled me off him onto the damp grass, near the blanket, pushing his cock deep back inside me, my voice echoing through the land as I cry out with pleasure. My face shows my intimate fantasy about what we’ve just done and I suddenly feel myself being pulled onto my sexy boyfriends lap. I groan as I can feel his cock, already hard again, pushing against my soaking wet pussy even through his jeans. I imagine the thought of it penetrating my pussy here in the car and I squirm. “Hard again eh Hun?” I giggle and he blushes. Its not long before our lips are once again fused together, tongues thrust into each other’s mouths, sucking on lips, nibbling, caressing. We get stuck like this sometimes, our relationship is mainly set on lust but I know he loves me as well. I’m guessing that’s not just wishful thinking! Ha ha! After a good 10 minutes of kissing and touching various parts of each other’s bodies we relax with me just kissing his neck gently while he caresses my lower back. “Mmmmm, we should get going.” I breathe onto his neck, “I wanna catch a movie before lunch.” “You ever stop eating girl?” he laughs gently and I give him a playful slap on his chest. “Sorry, sorry!” he laughs a little more, completely unhurt by the attack, and cuddles me. “C’mon,” I smile my most innocent smile at him and he picks me up off his lap, plonking me back in my seat rather rudely. “Fine!” He looks at me and grins as I pause in the position he dropped me in, one eyebrow slightly raised before shifting into a more comfortable position. “Thanks J.” “You’re quite welcome!” I smile and shake my head in mock disbelief. He starts up the car, getting it running before he gives a sharp slap to my inner thigh and grips tight enough to make me gasp. The twinkle in his eye as he watches my reaction worries me and I wonder what he’s up to. “What?” I say, curious. He seems to pause, thinking about what he’s going to say. “James!” I prompt. “Would you suck my cock while I’m driving?” he says quickly, the words spitting from his mouth in a sudden rush to escape, I glance at his eyes, to his crotch and I nod silently, relieved that was all he wanted right now. I enjoy sucking his cock, he’s taught me to do it how he likes and I feel that I’m almost a pro at getting him off now, I can even take that monster into my throat, like, right in, comfortably. I can make him cum within 5 minutes of starting if I really want to, but I usually drag it on for at least 20. He’s damn hard at the moment, and I know he’ll pleasure me later so I kindly agree in words that I’ll suck him off, here in the car. I take a deep breath and let out a breathy giggle before undoing his zipper and pulling his cock out, my mouth open slightly in uncomfortable need as I run my hands over this delicate tool. “Mmmmmm, you want me to suck it huh?” I let the soft moan overtake my voice, giving it a really sexy tone, he loves this voice and he creeps his hand up to stroke my hair before grabbing a fistful of it. Groaning I lower my head a tiny bit, “I’ll take that as a yes…” I smirk and he lets go, knowing he’s got the message across. I slowly move my mouth to the head of his cock, kissing it gently all over and teasing it with my tongue, just flicking the tip of my tongue against the little hole on the end, lapping up the small amount of salty pre-cum leaking from the tip. He starts the car down the road, a bit uneven at first as I teasingly slip my mouth around the head and suck softly, putting him off his concentration. I always tease for ages; I love his expression, a mixture of enjoyment but angry frustration and the way he flexes his cock at me, tempting me onwards. I keep licking all over his cock, tasting it, feeling the hard flesh on my tongue, I mainly run my tongue up the underside of the shaft so it tickles slightly, playing around with the head with my rough, frolicsome tongue. After ages of this play we seem to be getting into more busy roads, only 5 or 6 cars going by as we travel along but that’s enough! The strange looks I’m sure we’re getting as we speed along, my mouth wrapped around a beautiful shaft. I quickly start the proper work on his cock, slipping the swollen head into my mouth and sucking gently, pumping just the head in and out of my mouth a few times, constantly sucking, the pressure of my mouths grip on his cock making him moan softly. Then I trap it in my mouth…gently holding it with my teeth so he daren’t move and I blow, just gently, but enough to make him squirm like crazy. “Ah, my baby likes that huh?” I moan onto his dick and I gently slip another inch into my mouth, repeating the process, bobbing it in and out of my mouth and sucking gently the whole time, before trapping it and blowing. After I’ve tortured him enough with about 5 inches of his handsome cock, I attempt to surprise him, barely caring for the world around us anymore and I quickly deep throat the last 4 inches, so swiftly he hasn’t got time to brace himself, the car swerving slightly on the neat tarmac road, our hot, trembling bodies enclosed in the delightful shade of the trees that are lining the narrow track. I suck hard and long, swirling my tongue around it and breathing heavily onto it. I keep my lips wrapped tightly round the base, massaging it with them, the last of my shiny lip-gloss being rubbed all over it while my throat gently massages it like my cunt would. I reach my hand into his pants, tugging the loose material down a little so I have better access to his huge balls, rubbing them delicately and massaging them with my finger tips before moving them onto my palm, taking them right into my hands and feeling them harden while I suck on his strong cock. I slowly start to move it in and out of my tight throat, swallowing to try and drag it back in. Each time I pull it out I blow on the head gently, making every part of this experience as pleasing as I can for him. I can feel him jerking in my mouth this feeling is so arousing. I suck even harder, knowing this must make it so difficult to drive, using all my mouth and throat muscles, dragging my teeth a tiny bit, knowing he’s close but also knowing we’re getting close to a main road, wanting to hurry up and finish my job. Most girls hate the taste of a guy’s unique liquid, but I enjoy the intimacy of it, the way it erupts into my mouth and fills it with a warm, salty taste that is difficult to get rid of and makes you feel so naughty, a small reminder of what you’ve been up to! I taste the second lot of pre-cum on my tongue, the sudden realisation that he’s going to cum soon makes me brace myself slightly, constantly bobbing my small mouth on his huge shaft, sucking, swallowing, swirling my tongue, anything I can do to get him to his climax. He finally puts his hand on the back of my head, this is his way of showing me he’s about to explode in my mouth. With this warning I focus my entire attention on the head of his swollen, jerking cock, sucking harder than ever before, swirling my tongue expertly over the tip, tempting out his gooey liquid as well as I can while I rub harder on his balls. “Cum for me J!” I groan, sucking and blowing, caressing his cock as best I can. Then it happens, the wonderful eruption I’ve been waiting for, the traffic lights luckily positioned there, on red so he can ride out his orgasm with his eyes firmly shut, gasping and moaning as I suck out all his cum. His cock fucks my throat, his hips bucking; I keep swallowing it slowly until I get the final blast on my tongue. The final blast almost makes me orgasm, the enjoyment of fucking my boyfriends cock with my mouth giving me so much pleasure, yet frustrated with my need for release I pull my mouth off his throbbing cock, bringing my mouth to his and gently pouring it into his mouth, pushing my tongue between his lips and letting him taste it. I start off a passionate kiss, the sexy dance of the tongues. I always give him a taste of his cum, and likewise with mine, it’s an equality thing, so we get the pleasure of our own liquid. I smile as the kiss is gently broken off and he swallows the thick, sticky cum that I’ve deposited in his mouth, then I lean back down, cleaning off his deflating shaft, licking all over it to get his cum off as it goes limp in my mouth, an impressive 4 inches when soft. Then I put it away, doing up his pants so he’s not exposed to me anymore, and I wipe my mouth. “Mmmmm, you got nice cum...” I grin at him and he rubs my thigh, the light of the traffic lights going green and the car speeding away down the country lane. I relax completely now, not saying much till we get to the cinema and he parks in a small lane about 2 minutes walk away from it. I neaten out my hair, the wind and our previous fucking having messed it up a little. I grab my lip-gloss from the glove compartment in the front, I have a set of most of my make up in here, and I apply some. Giving J a quick sexy smile before getting out of the car. He likes my lip-gloss; he likes the feel of it when he kisses me; and how attractive and plump my lips look. I push the door closed and wait for him to get out. He walks round to my side and I suddenly remember my bag, leaning over the side of the car, pointing my ass at J as I reach for it, he doesn’t hesitate a moment before grabbing my ass and I writhe away from his touch, giggling as I turn around to face him, bag in hand. I’m never ashamed to be flirtatious, or more, in public with J. He’s one of the best looking guys in my town and I’m one of the more medium girls, pretty face, slightly curvy body, but good enough to want to touch, all the time. At least J seems to think so! We walk hand in hand to the front of the movies, not really bothered about which movie we see, I let him choose while I kiss his neck and cuddle against him. It’s a comedy horror movie, you can tell by the title, but I’m not bothered ‘cause nothing really scares me, from the looks of it, it’s not a popular movie and to be honest, I don’t care. The sooner we’re together, at the back, misbehaving. The better. I haven’t thought much about what my dad said to me last night, I can’t help thinking who he’s planning on selling me to…but I guess I’ll find out! I’m more expecting him to have been joking, trying to scare me. Forget it, I’m not even going to think about it anymore! It doesn’t take long to get tickets, I let J buy them but I’ve told him I’ll treat him to lunch, he seems content with that. I don’t like to let him think I’m taking advantage, because of his riches that his dad left him, so I always make sure I use some of my money to treat him. We like this cinema because its cheaper, and its further away than most of our college mates would go just to see a movie, we do this so we have less chance of seeing anyone we know, no embarrassing interruptions! We have to go up about 3 flights of stairs to get to the theatre where our movie is showing and the competition is rife. J is always competitive, I try my best not to get annoyed during arguments, I always have to give in you see. Just to keep the peace. This particular competition always seems to take place though, the race up the stairs. I hate these stairs, I always have, I don’t work out nearly every night like J does, he could slaughter these stairs, where as I just playfully hold him back or kiss him, slowing him down. I flashed him once when there was nobody else around and he just stood stunned for a second, giving me the lead up the last flight, letting me win gracefully and giggling uncontrollably. He refused to go down on me that night, but instead teasingly touched and kissed all my sensitive points, turning me on to no extent. I had to finger myself twice when I got home, having my evening shower. I was so horny! “1...2 ...3!!” I say the 3 quicker than he expected and I sprint up the first flight, him just behind me, he skips a few steps, leaping up them and he grabs me round the waist, holding me so tightly I can barely move, only enough to giggle and try and prize his arms off me. “Cheater! J let go!” I laugh. “Me?” he doesn’t let me go, playfully carrying me up a few steps to the next landing before setting me down. “You cheated more, put a bigger gap between 2 and 3 next time!” he grins and sprints off up the stairs with me trying my best to keep up, fighting off a giggle as he staggers slightly, having caught his toes on a step and stabling himself, yet sitting for a second. I grin down at him and then carry on up the steps, ahead of him, but he grabs my foot, laughing his mildly deep laugh as I struggle to free myself. I want to win this time, but I know he isn’t about to let me free just yet. I let him pull me back down a couple of steps, hopping to keep my balance and I face him. He kisses me, releasing my foot as I nibble his lip and get really into the kiss. A couple of people go past us, I don’t pay any attention to them only hearing a young boys snigger as he stands watching for a second before his mothers disgusted tone scolds him and seemingly drags him away by the ear. I give his lip one last loving suck before getting off his lap and running up the last few steps before he can register my movement, right to the top and I lean against the wall, breathing hard from the mixture of passion, achievement and affirmation that its going to take a little bit of persuasion before J will pleasure me now. I just laugh at my thoughts as he gets to the top, the look on his face reading bitter defeat, he instantly grabs me, making me squeal with delight and he goes into the cinema, arm wrapped tightly round my waist so I have no choice but to go with him, not that I’d ever choose not to! A few minutes later we were seated, J always sits on my right side, ‘cause I lean against him when we’re worn out. This time is no different; he’s sat next to me, the lights still on. We have about 5 minutes till the lights will go down, until that time we have to try and behave! “What you doing tomorrow?” I ask, resting my head on his shoulder but looking up at his eyes. “You know my Sundays, damn mother, Nan and granddad all come over for Sunday lunch, I wish I could sneak out and spend time with you though Kel, ya know that right?” he puts his arm back around me, stroking my arm and my hair, fiddling gently. “Yeah, it’s a shame. Dads home all day tomorrow though, I don’t want to push my luck!” I smile, that stab of worry piercing my stomach and I fight it back, ignoring it. “Oh, fuck the lights!” I mutter and I sit up properly, just as J turns to face me I kiss him hard on the lips and we get caught up in the affection, loving each other, our tongues grinding while the lights finally go down, making it very dark up at the back, so I decide to let his hands wander. I feel his right hand snake down to my thigh, under my skirt, he’s teasing me, I know he’s going to do this for ages, we have 2 hours to play and we can’t fuck in here. I moan as I feel him going a little faster than he normally does and I quickly push the sound into his mouth, not wanting it to attract attention. His hand has reached the very top of my bare thigh, his fingers stroking me there. The anticipation giving me so much pleasure yet the wait is agonizing, making me squirm like some sort of insect under some bodies thumb, trying to push his hand onto my mound but he moves it away each time I try it. “Patience . . .” he whispers as he keeps stroking my inner thigh and I reach my hand out to slip it up his shirt, wanting to stroke his firm body. His free hand quickly grabs my straining hand, pushing it away and I squirm, frustrated. “J . . .” I moan, wanting him to violate me while I touch him, “put your fingers inside me please, J!” I whisper harshly. “Soon my precious, wait!” I grumble but I don’t fight him, he releases my hand and grips my thigh while he sneaks a hand up my blouse. I bite my lip hard to fight off a giggle as he tickles my stomach purposefully, he doesn’t stop any time soon, he spends a good 5 minutes stroking and tickling my tummy making me squirm and giggle slightly and I try and fight his hand off. A couple of people glance back at us and frown, whispering harsh comments, but I don’t really pay attention to what they say, I just apologise to them and glare at J, desperately trying to keep a straight face and he gets the hint, continuing his hand on its journey, but leaving my sensitive, ticklish tummy alone. We have packed in kissing lips and his mouth seems to venture immediately onto other parts of my warm body, he kisses down my neck playing with the small hollow at the bottom, but his mouth almost straight away moves to my cleavage, (such a romantic), revealed by the unbuttoned blouse. I feel his tongue slipping out from between his lips and teasing the fine hairs on my body, breathing on them and kissing my tits gently down the middle. He knows this is one of my soft points, being kissed and touched there makes me writhe, but he doesn’t seem to care much that I’m fighting off moans whilst he massages my thigh and left breast. Soon enough I’ve undone a few more of the clear, shiny buttons on my tight blouse, getting my left breast out of the push up bra for J to suck on. He doesn’t need to be told what to do, his reaction to the exposing of my intimate upper body doesn’t surprise me, his mouth drops open in a silent gasp and almost instantly closes around my nipple, sucking a lot of my pale tit flesh into his mouth and licking it, his rough tongue teasing every inch of it. Then he starts kissing all over it and making the nipple go so hard it’s almost painful to touch. Every second of his work makes my pussy tingle just that little bit more until I’m desperate. “J, please get your fingers inside me!” I gasp as he moves onto my plump right tit, pulling it out of the bra cup and repeating the careful caressing of my breast with his mouth, pinching my red, sucked, sensitive nipple, the little pink nub of flesh aching with pain and pleasure as he pinches it harder, giving it a little twist. Totally ignoring my pleading that I’m voicing at him to finger fuck me. He gently cups both of my tits, lifting them and squeezing them. By this time I’ve sunk right down in my chair so nobody has a view of my breasts as he plays with them. His touch is making my pussy ache to be touched and he smiles as he sees the desperate look on my face, still he just pushes my tits together tightly and attempts to force his tongue between them, tickling me, making me purse my lips tightly and gasp, squirming insanely. After a minute or so of this he gives in, knowing how much I want and need my pussy filled by something and his fingers don’t hesitate to make their way up my skirt, dragging his fingertips up my thigh, my body shivering with pleasure and I urge him onwards by pushing my mound up to his hand and gasping a little bit, knowing the first entering of his fingers is going to make me moan like a bitch. He rubs my wetness through my panties, coating them in as much of my pussy juice as possible, smiling and drawing in a deep breath through his nose as my scent starts to fill the area, thank god there isn’t too many people in here! Then he decides to completely remove my panties, being so slow and delicate, pulling them off like he’d hurt me if he went too fast. I groan, knowing the real reason why he’s doing this, just to tease me enough so I’ll accept 3 fingers. I bite my lip to fight off a moan as his fingers touch my bare, shaved cunt; he starts to stroke my labia, loving it as much as I am. He always enjoys touching my pussy, it’s written in his eyes, and it’s by his proposition that I shave it; it eases licking apparently. I feel his fingers work in slow up and down strokes, tickling my clit that’s poking out almost inconceivably. The pressure he applies gradually getting harder until two of his fingers slip between my labia, sending thrills through my body as his fingertips brush against my sensitive clit. No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 03 The rest of his hand cups my mound and he carries on his slow up and down strokes, starting off light again, making it so hard to control myself and I let out a soft moan. His eyes flash upwards to meet mine and I bite my lip. “Sorry” I whisper. He just laughs quietly and tells me to open my mouth. He gives me a second to comply before he shoves my soaked white, thong panties into my mouth, quietening me and the sudden flashbacks of last night make me squirm uncomfortably, the burning in my ass that I’ve grown accustomed to suddenly searing and I breathe deeply in through my nose. Groaning with pleasure and pain at the memory and his continuous rubbing of my private area, the taste of my rich, sticky cum filling my mouth. I suck on the panties, making this as obvious as I can and already you can see J’s cock growing in his pants, desperate for another hard, expert sucking or a tight, wet cunt for fucking. I’d happily suck him again before I go home today, but I’m unsure as to whether I’ll get the chance. A few minutes of gentle caressing of my pussy with all his fingers, to be getting wrestles, knowing how much he wants to finger me till I come and then go down on me I put my hand on his, positioning a finger at the entrance to my hole and nodding at him, letting a small grunt of approval come free through my gag. He doesn’t seem to want to be so stubborn and moody about me winning this time and I’m glad, I need a good licking out, my pussy’s desperate to feel his tongue today! He doesn’t wait for long before pushing his thick finger deep inside me, shortly followed by another making me cry out into the material with fascinating pleasure and surprise. I feel his fingers delving right into my sopping pussy, wiggling around like a worm in its hole, rubbing against my recently fucked walls and trying to get deeper. I just moan...sunk down in the chair and letting him slowly work them in and out, I bite the panties hard, sucking air in through them as I try to confine my moans to the depths of my throat, loving every second of this but wishing I had more of a chance to moan out loud. I try to focus my attention to the movie we’re supposedly watching for a moment, not knowing what’s going on, and the sudden appearance of a body falling from a cupboard, making everyone laugh who’s appreciative to the joke the guy was playing, makes me jump, accidentally pushing James’ fingers so deep inside me I squeal with pain and bite the panties... “Oh my god, sorry baby...” he starts to apologise as he pulls his fingers out, but I wave off the apology...wiggling slightly till the piercing pain eases from the scratching of his neat fingernails inside me. I then let him carry on, trying not to giggle at my own stupidity. Vowing not to watch any more of this movie now. I feel his finger slowly working in and out of me again and I gently remove the panties from my mouth, tipping J’s chin up so he faces me before bringing my lips back to his, kissing him gently and deeply, stroking his hair and he brings me onto his lap again to make this situation easier. I straddle his firm thighs, sitting on them slightly but still feeling his fingers working me just enough to make me squirm but not intense enough to get me off. “Mmmmm. Baby, please make me cum” I groan, writhing on his fingers, trying to ease them further into my squelching depths. I move my mouth to his neck, kissing and sucking gently, turning him on a little bit. He eventually attempts to comply, pushing another thick, firm finger deep inside. I let out a gasp of pain as my pussy stretches to accommodate his invading digit and I twist, getting his fingers into a more comfortable position to let his groping endure. I feel his handling of my sex carry on for such an extensive amount of time, so gentle as he moves them in and out, determined to heighten my pleasure before he’ll allow me to climax. I suddenly realise the emptiness of my pussy, and a stare baring down on my flesh, tits out, legs spread, my scent strong and my body tottering right on the edge of an orgasm. I panic for a second as I feel J’s stillness and I look into his eyes. He smiles at me lovingly, whispering just how much me loves me before tipping me off his lap and leaving me, teased, handled, yet thoroughly frustrated, the need to release the pressure in my body from the build up of pleasure torturing me immensely and I glare at him. “That’s for winning earlier.” He chortles, slipping the three fingers that are coated in my juice into his mouth one by one and he revels in it, loving every sensation in his body, as he tastes my juice. I watch him. Mesmerised. I love the taste of my cum, especially if I’m forced to taste it. J seems to love it too; it shows on his face as he licks his fingers clean to ultimate perfection. There is about and hour left of the movie I think, I wanna get out of here, I want to try and make him lick me out, and I cant persuade him in here. I kiss him gently as he takes his fingers from his mouth and I speak into his ear about wanting to get out of here now. He seems to agree and he picks up my panties for me, giving them to me and I wriggle them on, tucking myself away, tidying my clothes up before taking J’s hand and slowly leading him from the cinema. We walk down the stairs, the competition is never high on the way down because we don’t care, and we’re normally too sexually exhausted from our fun in the movie theatre anyway! I think this sometimes shows, because of my smeared lip-gloss that I’ve forgotten about or my flushed cheeks. A few minutes later we’re back at the car, but we’ve stopped holding hands. This upsets me a tiny bit because I only shied off a kiss just outside the cinema. I’d noticed another of my dad’s mates, the one who he goes out with every Friday night to see the local team play football. J didn’t listen to my explanation and got a little bit moody, but don’t worry, I’ll fix it! We get in the car and I slowly talk him round, gentle, yet persistent when he tries to push my hand away, stroking his thigh and whispering how much I love him into his ear. Eventually with a little nibbling of his ear lobe and rubbing of his cock thru his pants playfully, he happily gives in, tipping my car seat right back and pouncing on me, making me giggle like a child as his fingers take a tickling stance. “No J...please no!” I laugh, agonizing underneath him, wanting to get away NOW. I don’t mind being tickled, but I do consider it a form of torture at times, especially if there’s no escape. I feel his hands slowly starting to caress my tummy, this is going to be hell, he knows how ticklish I am there and he also knows where else, my sides. I swear my waist has more ticklish nerve endings there than anywhere else in my body, and I can’t control it no matter how hard I try! This is what he targets, my sides, gently stroking and teasingly running his fingers over my most sensitive places. Even just this touch has got my nipples hard and he seems to notice, reaching up to one with his hand and pinching it through my bra and blouse material, giving it a little twist cruelly and I gasp. “Mmmmm J, stop now...” I whisper, leaning my mouth up to his and giving him a small kiss on the lips. He very kindly complies, cuddling me lovingly for a few minutes, whispering into my ear now, how much he loves me and cares about me, all the soppy stuff. I swoon in his caressing words and I gently stroke his hair. We stay like this for ages, happy and in love before the resident nearby comes out and complains, saying we shouldn’t park there and then spend hours making out on his doorstep. Old men, completely lost their passion for life. But we don’t argue like you’d expect, there’s no point in causing trouble when the day is so wonderful. J just gets into his seat and starts the car quickly. I spend most of the journey cuddled up to him, stroking his firm 6pac or kissing his neck; I love this relaxed stance we seem to get into. He strokes my soft hair as he drives and I finally speak up. “Where do you want to go for lunch? The new café has been opened near campus, could go there. It’s already got a good reputation.” I smile and he silently agrees to go there by nodding and kissing my forehead. So that’s where we go, to the café, my friends, Nadine and Hannah, have both been there and have said how wonderful the service and the food is, but how quiet it is because it’s a little further from campus than most other restaurants. J likes simple food, even though he was brought up in a ‘posh’ kind of family. He likes the simplicity of life here and I’m not about to stop his relaxed attitude, because that’s what I am: relaxed. We walk inside, J’s arm around my waist like normal and we go to a secluded table for 2 at the side. It’s a nice little café, pine, square tables and high backed, padded chairs. Each table has a white tablecloth and a single, large daisy type flower in a vase. Minimalist amount of cutlery and various abstract art paintings on the walls. It’s fairly classy and I’m happy with my choice of place to go, especially as I don’t recognise anyone. We take a look at the menu and quickly decide on just burger, chips and some orange juice each, as you can see we’re not the healthiest pair either! We call over the waitress and she takes our order, before walking off. J takes a hold of my hand that’s resting across the table and I smile at him, letting him caress my hand softly while I look absolutely smitten with the relationship I’m in. “Baby, your priceless.” He whispers, making me shiver with happiness, with just that small hint of sadness. Will I be sold? I feel myself thinking again. Will I have to leave J forever? I lose eye contact with him for a second, smiling to cover my torturing thoughts. He squeezes my hand, caring about me so much, and I look up. “I love you J.” I whisper, wishing I could tell him what my dad said but not trusting his reaction and not wanting to ruin the day. He smiles at me and nods. “I know you do honey, I love you too.” He says knowingly and I slip my foot out of my shoe and slowly run my foot up and down his calf, teasing his senses and he smiles at me. I run my foot higher up his leg, massaging his thigh with my toes and eventually his hand holds my ankle, supporting my foot as I playfully start to give him a foot job thru his pants, so gentle and casual as we stare into each other’s eyes. He eventually lets go of my foot and I lower it to the ground as the waitress comes back with out food and drink. We then settle down to eating and drinking, chatting about school and the day so far, laughing about J’s mothers misfortune with the clothesline the other day. Smiling and giggling so much that my cheeks ache with the enjoyment of our lunch. I’m the last one to finish, feeling kind of bloated and full, I smile at J and he grins at my discomfort, reaching for his wallet to pay the bill and I notice what he’s doing just in time. “J no, I’m paying remember!” he just smiles and shrugs. “Ok,” He grins, “if you insist.” I narrow my eyes at him slightly before grabbing a tenner out of my purse and handing it to the petite waitress, muttering “keep the change,” she seems quite pleased with her £2 tip and we get up to walk out, together. J gives me a lift home and he gets out of the car while I search for my bag, finally finding it and noticing J standing, holding my door open like a chauffer. He grins, “m’lady?” he bows his head slightly and I laugh at his behaviour, getting out of the car and he closes the door behind me, walking me to my doorstep. I look up at J’s face expectantly and he leans down, kissing me furtively on the lips, obviously nervous about whether my dad is home. “He’s not here...” I whisper, pulling his lips back to mine for a deeper, more replenishing kiss. When it finally breaks off, I mutter, “you do realise I’m gunna have to get off on my own again tonight don’t ya? You meany!” I giggle and kiss him again, slightly out of breath already but never getting enough of J’s lips. Slowly rubbing my lip-gloss on him and sucking on his tongue. This time he breaks it off and smiles at me lovingly. “I’m sorry baby, you should know better than to beat me at our games!” I laugh and nod, giving him one last hug and a kiss on the cheek before opening my door and walking inside. “Bye Hun, see you on Monday! Call me later yeah?” he nods and walks a few steps backwards, blowing me a kiss and I go all soft, leaning against the doorframe and blowing kisses back before he turns and jogs down the path, my signal to close the door and disappear inside. No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 04 As soon as I close the tall oak door I lean against it, and a small sigh crosses my scarlet, swollen lips, the shiny little spy hole penetrating the door directly behind my head. I love spending time with James, my tall, dark, handsome boyfriend; we always have a great time together. I kick my trainers off carelessly, shoving them under the radiator near the door not hesitating again before running up the stairs quickly, my feet tapping the carefully crafted wood, bombing into my almost too-neat-for-a-teenager bedroom and locking the door with a certified click. If dad is at home, I wouldn’t know, and I don’t care. I plop myself down into my mock elegant style chair in front of my bleached pine dresser. It’s kind of like one of those imitation Hollywood dressers, with the dazzling, studded lights around the mirror. They’re just for show, I’ve had this since I was a kid, me and my mum made it so I’d never get rid of it. I look over my make up and hair bands, mingled with jewellery and the odd fine toothed comb, then I glance into the mirror, looking at my still blushing face from the cool air and the kiss I received on the doorstep only minutes before. I was close to my mum she was lovely. I sigh again and I lean on my elbows, cheeks resting on my palms as I look at the best photo of her. In this one she is on the beach, playing in the sea with me, the gentle waves lapping at our ankles and the sun staining our skin a firm brown colour. It’s great, reminds me of the good old days. It sits in my best frame to one side of my dresser and I often find myself gazing into it and letting a silent tear trickle down my cheek. Not today though, even the car accident that sadly killed her 4 months ago can’t put me down right now, I had sex for the first time last night and even though I miss her greatly, a new love and lust has acquired a home in my young, naïve to the world, delicate mind, for J. I have no brothers or sisters, just my dad to take care of me now. We get on quite well, but I often find him staring lustfully at my body, it makes me uncomfortable just thinking about him doing anything to me, not that I ever thought he would, but after last night, the vicious spanking I received, and the lust in his eyes as he watched me beg for forgiveness makes me squirm with sick dread, even now. I run a comb through my soft, waved brunette hair, shoving my sick thoughts out of my head and I admire my shimmering beauty in the mirror. That may sound big headed, but I love my face, just thinking about it makes me involuntarily turn and stare at the contours of it, admiring and scrutinising my own self. I slowly prize myself away from the mirror as I get up again, peeling my top off and then my skirt and panties, needing to change, my pussy juice and cum soaked panties making me look highly suspicious and I get out a simple black thong, my favourite blue, tight fitting jeans and a simple black strap sleeved top, deciding to leave the white bra because the straps are see-through anyway. Grabbing the bundle of clothes I unlock my door, swiftly entering the bathroom and closing the door in there instead, blindly forgetting to lock it. I put the lid of the porcelain toilet down and put my clothes down on it, before calmly unhooking my bra, pulling it away from my firm tits, and glad to say, feeling them stay almost exactly the same without the support of the bra. I smile at my body, looking into the mirror and gently fondling my hard nipples with my forefinger and thumb. I gasp sharply as I pinch them and I quickly decide to tear myself away from my masturbation, forcing my agonizing pussy to wait a little longer. I can feel my clit tingling annoyingly as I turn on the shower, flicking my nipples playfully as I turn the tap with my other hand, getting the water to the right temperature. Cool enough to keep my nipples aroused but warm enough to stop myself from freezing. Eventually I get under the gentle stream of water, feeling it cascade like a waterfall down over my sore but partially satisfied body. It’s not long before I’m back to rubbing my tits and teasing the sensitive, almost painfully hard, little pink nubs of flesh. My pussy is seriously aching to be touched and I silently curse J for leaving me in this state. Slowly slipping my hand furtively down to my magenta, wet, begging flesh between my legs, but stopping short. Teasing myself as I put some of my moisturising shower gel on my tummy, watching it dribble precariously into my belly button accompanying it sexily with my hand, lathering up the soap as my hand travels curiously down. Then I bring it straight back up again and over my tits, catching my fingers on my nipples carelessly, lathering up my neck and shoulders, then down to my hips, my thighs. Rubbing everywhere apart from the one place begging for the touch of an invading finger, or two or three. I smile to myself. I turn, pointing my damaged my ass towards the door and I rinse the soap off the front of my smooth body quickly. Eventually I lather up my soft natural sponge instead, reaching down my back and scrubbing gently right down to my ass, slipping a teasing finger into my asshole, up to my first knuckle, as the sponge is ran down my crack, making me moan slightly as its pulled out almost as quickly as it’s gone in, stopping again before my finger gets to my pussy hole. I groan at my own control of the situation, playing with my spaced senses, pretending to myself that J is giving this extraordinary feeling to my innocent young body. I peacefully close my eyes and tip my head up, feeling the delicate stream of water trickling over my pouted lips like the gentle kisses I receive from him and I just smile, finally turning and rinsing off the soap. I allow my back to fall immediately against the cool wall, a little harder than anticipated, a shiver running up my spine as I feel myself giving into the temptation my pussy is forcing upon me and I drop the sponge. My hand reaches down to my tight pussy and I painfully slip two fingers inside me, stretching my extreme tightness without mercy. I hear the growl of a moan emit from my tightened throat, my head tipped back against the wall as I pump my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy. The cool water hitting my taut stomach and making its way sexily down in little streams over my shaved pussy lips and thighs, a small pool forming in my belly button and I feel the blue jewelled belly piercing with a single finger. I glance down and think back to when I had it done, as soon as J found out he wouldn’t leave it alone, he loves it as much as I do and his attention to it would always lead to him going down on me. His tongue diving in and out of my juices, sucking and nibbling my clit as it poked out of my pussy lips. He’d spend so long playing with my sensitive pussy, manipulating it into cumming up to 5 times in a row, leaving me entirely breathless and half begging for him to stop but selfishly wanting more. Just remember back to him playing with my body, so easily turning me on makes me shudder, reaching my climax as I run over the details, playing out his actions with my own fingers, rubbing my clit and pounding my tight pussy. Then I cum, hard, one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I shudder and shake with the deep, satisfying pleasure and I sink down to the floor of the shower slowly, sitting on the cold, shiny ground. I pinch and rub my tits as I graze my fingers on my clit, feeling the water cruelly rinsing away my cum so I bring my fingers to my lips to get a little bit of the smooth, slightly salty taste of my cum before the water can wash it all away. I find myself sitting there under the warm water, sucking on my fingers for what seems like ages, eyes closed, swirling my tongue all over them, imagining its J’s cock while my pleasure flows into the distance. Eventually I drag myself to my feet, slightly weak but incredibly happy now I’ve got myself off and I’m not squirming anymore. I wash my hair quickly, lathering it up and rinsing out the soap in record time, wanting to get myself looking decent for when dad gets home. By the time my dad was at home I’d dressed myself in the clothes I’d got out earlier and had gone downstairs. I was in the process of making him spaghetti bolognaise, his favourite meal, for his dinner when he first walked in. The entire time I was cooking I was hoping he would forgive me and maybe even apologise for what he said to ease my mind about his disappointed threat he imposed on my young mind last night, but he didn’t at first. All he did was: walk in with his strong step, as usual, then give my ass a little pat, making me yelp a little as he hit one of the welts perfectly and I groan with embarrassment and my sudden loss of control, watching as he walked past with the post and sat down at the dining table. After I’ve given him a few minutes to read the post I turn to him, watching as he quickly averts his eyes from his gazing at my ass, and I clear my throat in half a subtle attempt to get his attention and half because my throat seemed to have closed up with nervousness, he looks up at me, obviously pausing as his eyes fall level with my tits, his pants quite obviously straining a little. “Dad, I... ” I start, swallowing as my voice cracks and his eyes narrow slightly before looking down at the post again, defying his own pleasure of admiring my body, seemingly pondering what to say and whether his daughter really deserves his attention after what she did. “How long will dinner be?” he demands cruelly, knowing I want to talk to him about last night and I sulk a tiny bit. “It’s ready now.” I mutter sulkily and he calmly tells me to dish it up and then we’ll talk. I don’t disobey him, knowing full well that that is the stupidest thing I could do right now, plus the need to clear things up is too tempting to postpone. I present the dish carefully on the plates, and put all the pots and utensils in the dishwasher before sitting down at the readily set table and watching as he tucks in, his face showing his enjoyment of my cooking and I smile. “Nice?” I ask, unnecessarily and he nods, smiling very slightly and I start to eat my own. It’s not long before we’ve both cleared our plates and are stacking them in the dishwasher. I bend over slightly to sort it out, pointing my ass at him accidentally, thinking he’s gone into the living room and I gasp as I feel his hands snaking round to my stomach, the coolness of his finger tips lightly touching the area around my belly piercing, the top not covering it and he pulls me upright. I turn in his arms to face him, finding my body very close to his and he smiles. That warm smile that a lover would give to his girl; that warm smile that J gives to me. I feel myself tense as the alarm bell sounds loudly in the deepest depths of my mind and I attempt to pull out of his strong arms, he feels my reluctance, holding me tighter to keep me still with great effect. “Oh dad, please don’t do this!” I see the lust in his eyes, and he sees the terror in mine. His sudden realisation that everything he does to me is totally non-consent seems to make the crotch of his pants grow very quickly, so quick in fact that I feel it push against my leg as this monster rises into position, straining against his pants and I really struggle now. The feeling I have at this precise moment in time is terrifying, this whole situation sealing my terror into the confinements of my own home, knowing he’s going to fuck me, knowing I deserve it and knowing that I have no escape what so ever. I don’t know why but now is where I actually seem to want to give in, I stop struggling and I lean against him weakening into my thoughts. Is this a game? Am I tricking him into feeling too guilty to go through with this without even thinking about it? I let a silent tear trickle down my cheek and I feel so sick, wishing my father was the one comforting me, not the one about to use me. He feels my body go limp in his arms and he holds me, warm and comforting in a sense, at least it seems to make me feel better and I just cuddle into his embrace, guessing that my subconscious plan has worked. But the sudden movement where he grips the top of my left arm tugs me back into pure reality and I try to scream, but only a small breathy squeal gets past my lips and he covers my mouth, knowing I’ll get my voice back eventually. Then he unceremoniously drags me up the stairs, shocking me enough to make me shake with fear, knocking me out of the love and care I was receiving and giving, and being attacked by him. I feel myself being thrown onto his bed, and then being pinned down by his intense strength and control. “Dad...” I gasp, barely able to breathe, his entire weight on top of me and the feeling of complete and utter helplessness overwhelms me. He eventually shifts off my petite body and I get the chance to relax briefly, gasping in precious air but this relaxation is in vain. All he does is get some harsh looking, brand new handcuffs out of his drawer, I only briefly hear the chinking of the metal chain before I he handcuffs both my hands to the centre bar of the headboard, I struggle as I realise what he’s doing, but only in vain, it didn’t help one little bit because he’s already clicked them into place. His arm relaxed near my face and I make the subtle attempt to bite him, but he caught me easily, glancing down and pulling his arm away as soon as my pearly white teeth scraped against the skin on his arm and he just made the handcuffs tighter as a punishment, so tight in fact that I can’t feel the tips of my fingers that well. The next thing I know I have a cloth placed over my mouth and nose, and with a few squealing, begging breaths of the putrid stuff in the cloth, I slip into a peaceful unconsciousness, leaving me defenceless to my own father’s wishes. When is this going to end? I feel myself thinking as I wake up, realising I am unable to move and my body aches from being pulled taut with binding ropes. I can’t see now either; I think he turned out the lights...Where the fuck is he? Did I fall asleep? God, why can’t he just let me go? “Please! Somebody!” I attempt to call out...groaning as I just hear my muffled sounds coming from my mouth and I realise just how helpless I am, the grogginess wearing off. I’m gagged, yet from the restricting of my sight and from the pressure from the knot at the back of my head; I’m guessing I’m blindfolded too. I give a half hearted little struggle and a frustrated tear runs down my cheek, he’s loosened the handcuffs only a little so my fingers aren’t numb anymore, but still far to tight to ever escape from. What seems like far off in the distance, a click and small whooshing noise comes from one side of the room as someone opens a window. With the door being open on the other side of the room, the wind is sucked in through the gap and across my body, turning my skin almost instantly goose bumps and I let out a small cry, realising now that I’m naked and more vulnerable than when I was born and more unhappy than I’ve ever been before. The cold air continues to torture my body and I feel the level of the bed shift a little as he sits at the end, obviously watching me squirm and enjoying this sexual fun as much as my cunt. My pussy grows so delightfully wet from the light touch of the breeze, forcing my clit out of its hood, clear straight away because of my spread eagle position and my extra sensitive nipples grow painfully hard, aching at the touch of the cold night air. Eventually the thought of my dad watching me makes me become so aroused, helpless with a threat of destruction from my dads cock luring over me, but the careful precision of his plans amaze me. “Daddy...” I moan into the cloth and I can almost see him grin in my troubled imagination, that mischievous smile, the one that screams control, happiness and not the slightest bit of mercy. “Don’t worry darling, I’ll play with that sopping wet pussy of yours, I know you want it and I know you need it, don’t resist me.” He chortles to himself as he moves up the bed, kneeling between my legs, knowing he’s embarrassing me. “Oh yeah, that’s right, you CAN’T resist me!” With that he just laughs openly, sending a shiver up my spine and for one helpless moment I weaken completely, snapping, thankfully, back to reality in another swift moment and just before I go to tense my thighs in a major attempt to protect myself, he shoves two of his rough, manly fingers deep into the depths of my wetness and I scream into the gag. My still young, tight pussy searing with piercing pain, and he doesn’t waste any time, pummelling my raw flesh before it has the chance to adjust to the invasion. My worst nightmare but most arousing dream is coming true, but what is this? Oh my God, I’m actually getting wetter, I can feel the liquid on his fingers as they move easier...and hear it, the slight squelching sound, I can smell the aroma of my blossoming wet pussy and I can almost taste it in the air. This is terrible, my nipples aren’t just cold anymore, but they’re extremely aroused with the pleasure of this game, swollen and pink, and aching with the need to be sucked and bitten and clamped. Where did that come from? Bitten? Clamped? Oh Jesus, did he read my mind? I smile to myself and sigh slightly as his mouth closes round one of my nipples, carefully handling the sensitive pink flesh with softly humming lips as I moan into the gag...squirming like a rat caught in a trap on his fingers, needing him, wanting him, deeper, faster! He has total control of my senses now; I can’t resist this feeling of ecstasy as it pulses through my veins like a drug, relaxing me, weakening me. Why is this happening to me? I want it to stop, I don’t want him to make me orgasm, then I’ll be his, he’ll have captured my senses completely! Then he does it, the pounds of his fingers in and out of my dripping hole so fast, hitting my g-spot again and again and I shudder to the limit of my withstanding. My entire body is trying struggle against it, not wanting to give him the pleasure, this is wrong! He’s my dad! I can’t stop it though, my pussy knows what it wants, what it likes. It’s so frustrating...here it goes...but...oh god it feels so good! I topple over the edge into an intense, mind shattering orgasm, the shivering pleasure surging up my straightening spine, through my shaking bones, my nerves tingling with ecstatic delight and I cry into the gag with pleasure. Not once does he stop the pounding in my pussy, not once does he stop tempting my cum out, but he does take this time to bite and chew relentlessly on my nipples, sending thrills of pain through me but this sensation is impossible to stop, enjoyable weakness as he overpowers my body through this mind blowing orgasm. After a long while I seem to have come down off my high, still so exhausted and squirming now and then, my father is absent-mindedly stroking my pussy lips and thighs as he watches my strained face relax. I can picture his smile as I hear a chain and a playful snapping of a clip somewhere in my numbed world, then I feel him playing with my nipples again. I purr softly and he takes his hands from my nipples briefly to take off my gag and blindfold. He isn’t gentle, he rips off the black tape, hurting my mouth and pulls out the cloth quickly, my mouth so dry and aching so much, then he takes off the blindfold just as quickly, my eyes struggling with the burst of light going deep into my eyes. “Look at my eyes bitch, properly, no squinting!” he orders, making me shiver and hesitate as I try and get rid of the squint. “NOW!” I jump and painfully open my eyes, looking into his menacing glare and I squirm, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable again. No Sex Before Marriage Slut! Ch. 04 “Daddy...” I whisper and I sniff slightly, his wandering gaze snaps back to my eyes and he raises an eyebrow. “Thank-you Daddy, please let me go now though, please!” I let a tear trickle down my cheek as I notice the 2 tailed, fine leather whip placed to one side, a huge butt plug, over an inch wide that seemingly vibrates, also a small, but powerful vibe for my pussy I’m guessing, and a paddle, with a cruel looking texture like a scouring pad and the teethed clips that I must have heard snap a moment ago, 3 of them, all linked with chains, being turned over in his fingers. By this time I was slightly panicking, I never knew my dad owned these things and I also never knew he was a dominating man. Knowing this scares me, right into the depths of my soul and I start to understand his comment about the selling, we’d been low for cash here for a while but I never thought it would go this far! His speech interrupts my thoughts immediately though as he sees me becoming more and more seriously expressional. “I think you’ve figured it out haven’t you pet?” I swoon as his calling me pet and I swallow. “I think so.” I whisper, looking away. “Look at my eyes bitch.” He growls, making me shiver harshly and my eyes spring back into position quicker than he can finish. “Tomorrow morning, I want you up at 9, I’ll let you have a lie in because you’ll need it after tonight. You are to be packed completely, all the stuff I’ve put on your bed. You may take the photo of you and your mother with you if you want and you can call James when your finished packing, break up with him but don’t say why then hang up.” He chooses this moment to pause and smirk at me, pulling one of my nipples away from my body as far as possible, making me whimper before snapping the clip onto it, I cry out while I let a few tears flood down my cheeks, holding my sobs as best I can. “Put on minimalist make up and leave your hair down. I’ll give you your outfit when you come downstairs at precisely 10am, completely naked. That’s all I’m telling you for now, you mess up any of these things and I’ll tear your ass apart with my 5 tail, fine chain whip. Ok?” During his speech he clips on the other clip to my nipple as well, making me sob openly as the sharp teeth dig into some of my most sensitive flesh “Ok.” I mutter. Is that all I can say? On the other hand I really have no choice but to obey him. I feel my body shiver with the cold and my skin pull taut with goose bumps again as I sulk, relaxing into the mattress, thinking about J and trying desperately to ignore the burning in my nipples. I know he’s watching me, my dad, but I don’t look at him. My own dad has betrayed me. He doesn’t love me, he really is going to sell me, and not only that, and he’s tearing me away from my life. I glance at him briefly, glaring into his sorrowful eyes and I let a strangled cry of frustration emit from my mouth as I struggle against my binds, cold and tired of this game already. Hating him more than ever. I can’t bring myself to talk to him and he just smiles, taking my clit between his fingers, pulling it out hard, and sharply attaching the 3rd clip to it, making me scream with intense pain that I’ll never get used to and I squirm helplessly, the chains linking the clips pulled so tight they add extra pressure to my nipples and clit each time I move. I watch as he gets up and leaves the room again. Leaving me to cry myself to sleep. To be continued...