Katherine could hardly believe she'd done such a thing. But the pain still lingering in her newly drilled-out pussy told her it was the, truth. She had seduced the man, thinking he would be vulnerable. And she had lit the fires of desire so hot inside her body that she couldn't bank them when the time had come.
She wasn't a virgin any longer.
That thought kept gnawing away at the young girl's mind until she wanted to scream. What had possessed her to do such a thing? Katherine couldn't believe it had happened so swiftly. She had been feeling superior to the man until he had responded. Then things had fallen apart for her. She wasn't the one in control of anything. And she had wanted him to fuck her. And he was a complete stranger. She'd never seen him before and would probably never see him again.
She leaned against one of the counters and rubbed her pussy mound. The pain inside was more like a dull ache now. But it had been singing a song of stark desire when they had been in that tiny dressing booth together. The man had had a monster of a boner, and she hadn't been strong enough to tell him to stop.
The feeling of that huge prick driving all the way up into her belly had been unique. She had never experienced anything quite like it before. There had been pain and blood and discomfort, sure, but the pleasure she got from the fucking more than offset that. She had thought that she knew all about fucking and sex and the delights it could give.
The teenager vaguely realized now that she had just scratched the surface of her own sexuality. Fucking was a lot more complex and fun than she'd ever thought it would be. The sensations created inside her pussy as his prick had fucked her were exciting, exciting in ways tongue fucking wasn't. She didn't know how to put the subtle – and not so subtle – feelings she had experienced into words.
She had been saving her precious cherry for her wedding night. It seemed like the best possible gift she could give her husband, or it had seemed that way. Now the girl wasn't so sure. It might be better to take a full range of experience into that wedding night bed. Who wanted to fuck a virgin who didn't know how to properly pleasure her man?
She had denied herself the thrill of fucking for too long. The girl hardly understood her motives for doing that, now that she had tasted the sweet thrust of a cock.
Still, she felt confusion. She wanted all the cock she could get. She wanted to learn the ways of fucking and become expert, both to pleasure her partner and to get the full measure of desire possible for herself. But guilt remained. She had tried to use that timid little man. Power had been her sole reason for trying to seduce him. That was tacky and she hated herself for it, but the end result was so pleasant.
Who could tell? She was too messed up in the head to know what her body really told her.
"Miss Sherbourne," came the cold voice. "I want to see you in my office. Right away!" Ronald Bennett's voice lashed across her mind like a whip.
She looked over her shoulder, startled. Hand slipping guiltily away from her pussy, she said, "When? When do you want me?"
"Now, damn it, aren't you listening!"
He turned and walked away from her. She didn't miss the swift act on his part as he removed one of the displays and took it with him. Katherine slowly followed, a dull dread filling her. This wasn't the time or place for her to fool around with Bennett. She was too fucked up in the head trying to sort out the way she felt.
Still, he was the boss. He controlled her employment. If she wanted to keep on earning good money, she would have to do whatever he wanted. She just hoped it wouldn't be too bad this time.
"In," he said, pointing to his office. Katherine noticed that the secretary was gone. Whether she had been tired or was just out of the office for the time being she didn't know. She suspected the woman refused to put out for Bennett and had been fired.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Bennett?" she asked, immediately regretting her choice of words. The manager only had to pass close by her, and his prick jerked and tried to turn cartwheels in his pants.
She didn't have to look behind the desk and at his crotch to know that he was sporting a hard-on right now. The way he had walked down the aisle out in the store told her he was acutely uncomfortable. The only thing that could do that to Bennett was a raging boner.
"Put these on. I want to see how the new look appears on a flesh and blood model." He held out the lingerie he had taken from one of the display dummies. For a moment, Katherine froze in fear – she didn't know if she really wanted to put on the frilly black garter belt and black net stockings or not.
"Wh-where's the rest?" she stuttered.
"This is it. What else should there be?"
"A bra," she said slowly. "And maybe panties. This is a mighty skimpy outfit."
"You don't say," the man leered, enjoying this little confrontation with the girl.
She got mad then and took the garter belt and black mesh stockings. "I suppose you want me to change right here."
"Of course. No need going all the way out to the department when you have all the privacy you need right here – my secretary's got the day off and no one will disturb us."
She began undressing slowly. She turned her back, but the man didn't seem to care. She knew what kind of a perverted thrill he could get out of this striptease. While she wasn't sure, she suspected he had been jerking off when she was "modeling" the nightie and crotchless panties for his mysterious buyer.
Shedding her blouse, she carefully folded and draped it over the back of the chair. Her bra followed. She stepped from her skirt and glanced down at her white cotton panties. A tiny blood spot remained on the crotch, the last reminder of her lost virginity. Katherine almost wanted to laugh. Bennett thought he was getting unused merchandise. Little did he know that she'd given up her cherry just hours ago to some man she didn't even know. Better to a stranger than to this stinking son of a bitch!
She wiggled out of her panties. She heard the sharp intake of breath as her naked buttocks were exposed to the man's lascivious gaze. The teenager felt a surge of embarrassment and she flushed. She knew that this was only adding to the man's enjoyment and she hated herself for allowing such a show of weakness. She hated herself for not being strong enough to tell Bennett to go fuck himself.
"Very good. I like seeing you naked. You have such a fine body. Good tits. Ah, the nipples are growing harder, aren't they? With lust? For me?"
"It's cold in here. Especially if you don't have on any clothes, Mr. Bennett."
He laughed harshly. "It'll get a lot hotter. I've been watching you for a couple of days now, wondering what it would be like fucking that virgin twat of yours. I decided the time was ripe to find out. Hurry and get into that garter belt. And put the stockings on slowly."
She looped the garter belt around her trim waist. She felt the frilly band pull inward against her flesh and shuddered involuntarily. She didn't want to do this, yet she knew she had little choice. Perching her rump on the edge of the chair, she scooted one foot into the sleek black stocking.
"Slowly," he commanded. "Draw your fingers along your leg very slowly. I want to see that stocking cover your creamy flesh inch by inch."
She glanced up at him, hating him more and more. Then the teenager did as she was told – she pulled the stocking onto her foot and slowly unrolled the silk all the way up over her calf, patting out wrinkles, pulling to insure tightness. As the silken stocking came to her fleshy thighs, she tugged just a little bit to make sure it was taut the entire length of her tapering leg. Glancing up at Bennett, she wondered if the man had creamed in his pants. The look on his face was one of stark arousal.
Trying to keep her pussy hidden from his lustful gaze was difficult when she sat almost facing him. The teenager finally gave up the attempt. The sooner she got the man off, the sooner she could leave here.
The other stocking flowed like liquid onto her leg and stayed there as a second skin. She sighed, enjoying the feel of the silk stockings against her cool flesh. In spite of herself, the brunette teenager had enjoyed dressing in the mesh stockings. They were sexy, sensual, a real turn-on.
"Very good. Now clip the stockings to the straps on the garter belt." She did as she was told. "Now stand up and turn around. I want to look at you."
Katherine stood, her legs parting slightly as she did so. Glancing down, she knew she was one hell of a sexy looking woman. The black of the garter belt and the stockings made her cunt appear to be even more delectable. She felt the dim stirrings of passion deep inside. She knew this was a turn-on for a man. And she wanted cock, lots of cock.
Turning slowly, she felt his hot gaze caress her skin. The man studied the flowing acres of skin on her back and drifted down to devour the sight of her white buttocks rimmed in black silk. Those asscheeks jutted impudently and made his cock turn and dance inside the prison of his trousers.
He couldn't stand it any longer. He almost ripped off his clothes. When his prick managed to spring free, he almost came. The relief of it was more than he could take. Only the promise of driving his prick into seething hot, virgin-tight cunt allowed him to keep from jetting off his jizz.
He rounded the desk and moved up behind the teenager. His hands stroked along her ribs and pulled her closer. She felt the thick tube of his cock pressing between her fleshy asscheeks. His hands worked upwards and cupped her tits from behind. He squeezed down hard and she knew then that she was lost.
No longer a virgin, no longer afraid of what a man's cock could do to her, she wanted it all. But not Bennett. Any man but Bennett. She hated him with a passion that threatened to consume her.
And then it didn't matter. She felt his hot, demanding prick pressing upward against her puffy cunt lips. Already engorged with excited blood, those flaps protecting her delicate inner pussy walls trembled with desire. The tiny trickle of cunt juice oozing from between her labia soon increased until it was a river of lust.
"You want me, don't you? Admit it."
She tried to answer with a vehement no. She found she couldn't do it. That would be lying. She hated the man with all her heart and soul – and she still wanted to feel his prick reaming out her tight little cunt. Her body demanded cock.
"You're wet," he said in approval. "That makes it easier for me to do this to you!" He straightened his legs and sent his cock shafting upwards between her turgid cunt lips. The girl grunted in surprise at the sudden entry into her pussy.
"Shit, you're tight. This is as good as I thought it would be. Now to let me find that cherry of yours and pick it for you!"
He slowly entered her, his cock penetrating inch by slow inch. The girl unconsciously widened her stance to allow the man's prick an even better entry into her body.
"Where is it?" he asked. "I couldn't find your cherry. Don't tell me someone's beaten me to it!"
"Yes," she cried out. "They have and I'm glad. I didn't want you to be the first one to fuck my cunt! And now you're not! Not by a long shot!" She added the very last sentence in spite. She didn't want Bennett to know that there had been only one to fuck her.
"Dammit, you stupid cunt! I'll show you. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in heat. No tenderness, no mercy. I'm going to make you pay for robbing me of your cherry!"
His body pressed down into hers. The teenager didn't know what to do – with his cock buried up her cunt, she couldn't dodge to one side or the other. She allowed him to push her to her hands and knees on the floor. The entire time he was putting her into position, his pecker never felt her pussy coming.
And he cried. Taking his prick and thrusting into her pussy. And pulled out till only the thick purple knob of his glans remained, parting her cunt lips. Now he surged into her tight hole. She gasped and, for a moment, thought she would pass out.
Losing her virginity hadn't widened her cunt one little bit. Her fuck tunnel was stilt tight and gripped down at the man's cock. She felt his prick entering her like a runaway freight train. It pulled and stretched and made her delicate cunt walls expand to take its thick girth. She thought she would lost her mind.
The pain wasn't as bad as when the man had broken her hymen, but it was still bad. Then her softly yielding cunt started to expand. The membrane flowed all around his cock and soon it rested in a firm berth, but one that gave pleasure to both of them.
The man's hands moved restlessly along the girl's flanks. "Shit," he moaned, "Never felt a twat this tight. You can squeeze me flatter than a pancake. Goddamn, but I love it!"
She was sobbing silently. She felt the tears leaving salty tracks across her cheeks and didn't care. She supported herself on her hands, her tits dangling down under her chest, in spite of her vow not to get turned on, she felt her heart pumping blood into her tits. In this position, all the blood went down into her nipples and threatened to make them explode.
"More," she begged. "I need every single inch of that prick of yours. Don't stop! Fuck me gooooood!"
"So the little bitch likes it, eh? I figured as much. Going around putting out for anything with a cock. I bet it was your dog that picked your cherry, wasn't it? Or maybe a horse. I hear they got huge dongs. Did you bend down like this under a horse and let it fuck you? Were you fucked by an animal?"
"No, no! It was a man. And I can't stand you simply resting like that. Your cock's dancing around inside me, but I want it fucking my little pussy!"
"It's little, all right," he grunted.
The man's balls tensed into a hard little sphere and he could no longer restrain himself. The heat boiling from the girl's insides worked its way down the length of his cock, like fire burning down a fuse. When the heat reached his tumbling balls, it took every ounce of exertion he could summon to keep from spewing out his jism.
The girl knew it the instant the man started to pull out of her cunt. There was a lewd smacking noise that filled the room. Her heart raced at the sound. Her cunt lips fluttered uselessly against his thick cock, kissing it in the most obscene and erotic way possible. And her need for a hard fucking was magnified by the way his hairy thighs rubbed her tender ass. She lifted her feet off the floor and locked them around the man's calves. This insured that he couldn't go off and leave here. He would have to fuck her now.
And he did. His body slammed back into hers so hard that she last her balance.
The teenager tried to itemize all the exciting sensations ripping away at her body. The way her boobs hung down was a turn-on. She felt her nipples throb and pulsate with every beat of her frenzied heat. The mans hands gripped her hips and snaked around to diddle her clit. The sensation generated inside her by his finger lightly flicking her clit was enough to bring her off. But she tried to hold it all inside. She felt the delicious sexual tensions mounting faster and faster. She wanted to save them all up for one big orgasm. She wasn't about to squander the wondrous feelings on a series of tiny comes.
"More, give me more of that fucking cock. My cunt needs it!"
The sound of the words ringing in her ears made her even hotter. She felt her cunt grip down fiercely on the hidden prick. Her cunt lips flapped wildly and drooled lewdly on the man's incoming sock. She rubbed her ass into the tops of his legs to the fullest possible stimulation from his hairy legs.
Most of all, the sensual feel of the cool silk against her smooth legs and the garter belt cutting into the top of her ass and across the slight dome of her belly got her off.
She came, harder than ever before.
The girl decided she liked being fucked like a dog. The position gave her a lot of freedom to move around, but not so much that her writhing and thrashing would cause the man's prick to fall out of her pussy. She needed that cock. She wanted it more than anything else in the world.
It didn't even matter that it belonged to a man she hated with all her soul. That it was a cock and it was rock-hard and it was fucking her cunt was all that mattered to her.
He drove in and out of her gently yielding cunt with quick, shallow strokes. The friction mounted along the entire length of her pussy. It felt as if he had poured molten lead into her guts.
"More. Fuck me as deep as you caaaaan!"
He continued to fuck her with the rapid strokes designed to build the carnal friction in her pussy. Then he seemed to lose control of his hips. The strokes lengthened and he plunged deep up her fuck tunnel.
She screamed as she came. The feel of his cock so far up into her cunt drove her over the brink, orgasm clutched fiercely at her body. The frenzy of sex was upon her and she shook all over, like a piece of paper caught in a hurricane. Unable to control herself, she allowed the gusty winds of passion to blow fervently though her.
As the sexual high slackened, she felt drained and used. This wasn't right. It felt good, damned good, but it wasn't right that she had to put out for her boss.
Katherine wasn't sure she enjoyed being used like this. She was nothing more than a juicy, hot, tight cunt for the man to fuck. The girl knew she wasn't a person to the man. Not at all.
And she wanted more of his cock! She hated herself for being so weak, but these sensations ripping through her body were new and wonderful to her. She simply couldn't get enough of his prick stuffed up her twat.
"Ride me, ride me hard!" she begged. "Give it all to meeeeee!"
His fucking had turned to long, firm strokes. Now, as her cunt tensed and relaxed around his cock, he fucked faster, with less rhythm. He drove his cock mercilessly into her, their crotches grinding together in a carnal mixing bowl. She grunted and then came again. The feel of his motion made all the skin around her cunt lips pull tense. This caused her clit to sing a song of stark enjoyment.
She shivered and shook through another come, and then savored the sweet, hot rush of his jism as he pumped hotly into her cunt. The lightest touch of the steamy jism sent her spinning off into a wonderland of sexual desire once again. She came and came and came. She felt like a human string of fire crackers.
He continued pumping into her sucking cunt until his balls were drained. She kept tensing and relaxing her pussy walls in an attempt to get even more from his cock. When she tensed and felt his prick begin to turn to cooked spaghetti, she knew it was over.
In a way, Katherine was glad that it was. She had been dreading this meeting with Bennett for a long time. She didn't have to worry now when he might spring out and take her, virtually raping her. She had felt the sweet thrust of his cock and loved it.
She may hate the man, but he fucked her when she needed it the most. Her body was deliciously tired and drained. She felt tiny rivers of sweat running down her tits and gathering at the still-hard points of her nipples. This tickled and kept her aroused.
Most of all, she liked the feeling of being a well-fucked woman. Gone was all pretense to childhood. She was a woman – and a complete woman.
"Goddamn," he said, "That was the finest cunt I ever fucked, so damn tight I thought it would break me off. I liked it. I really did."
His hands moved over the smooth curves of her ass, still jutting up in the air. She unlocked her feet from the backs of his legs. There was no longer any need to hold him close to her body. His cock was sleeping now and she didn't even like the man.
She fell forward, enjoying the afterglow from the fucking when she hear him dialing his phone. Katherine looked up and heard Bennett saying, "Best ever, Joe. Get your ass down here for the finest piece of ass you ever had! Sure, I mean it. Move!"
Katherine went cold all over. He was offering her to his friends!