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didn’t think any virgin’s first time was exactly how they imagined it would be but I have to say mine was completely different than I’d ever imagined. Aseem was thoughtful and passionate. He slipped into me gently and waited for me to grow accustomed to his girth within me. I pushed up my hips and begged him to move and gasped and groaned as the firework explosions of ecstasy flashed through me. I slipped my bound hands around his neck to keep them out of the way and to pull him closer.
His lustful noises blended with mine and echoed around the huge warehouse but I did not even register the reality of my situation. I was riding on the pulses of pleasure and I just didn’t care about anything other than Aseem fucking me. As the pace intensified I found my hands rising, I wanted to stretch out, luxuriate in the emotions he was stirring up inside me.
I loved the feel of my bound arms above my head, the way my boobs wobbled as he fucked me and how he leaned over, placed his hands either side of me and thrust in, all the harder.
I was trapped and I loved it. Trapped by the lust and the passion that was escalating inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so close to orgasm a second time but I was, just from the grind of his pubis against mine.
His eyes were tightly closed and I watched the pleasure and pain of anticipated rapture sweep across his face until I could keep my eyes open no longer and my lids closed as another release hit me. He came then, seconds after my pussy started to throb. I was enthralled by the different edge to that orgasm, the rhythmic flow and the mellow high that flooded my limbs and made me feel floppy and pleasantly lethargic. It was a completely different beast to the climax I’d attained on the tip of Aseem’s talented tongue but if you asked me to choose a favourite I wouldn’t be able to, I wanted more of both and I desperately wanted more of both with Aseem!
“Wow,” he exhaled and collapsed on top of me, then gently rolled away to the side.
“Exactly,” I gasped, dizzy with euphoria, and snuggled next to the man who’d fucked me, the only man in fact to ever have that honour. My jailer, my fellow captive and my lover.
You couldn’t put it in a Bollywood film script, they’d say it was too unbelievable!
Chapter Seven
Johnny
“Here’s where I dropped her,” Curtis said, “and they took her through that door there.”
“Thanks, you can hang around for me to come back out again. Kiya and I will need wheels.”
“I’ll be killed if they see me here, though, I’m not meant to be here.”
“All right, wait down the street for us, but wait for us, okay? Djinns live pretty much forever and are very patient. If you run away I’ll track you the hell down and do unspeakably nasty things to you.”
“Okay,” he huffed. “There’s a café on the corner, Donavan’s, it’s called. I’ll be in there.”
“Fine,” I grimaced and exited the car stage right. I’d describe the back alley I found myself in but it would be a waste of time, it was just a dirty old forgotten byway with the entrance to a large warehouse beside it and a huge skip filled with junk beside that.
My first step was to try the handle of the warehouse door. Unsurprisingly it didn’t turn but more surprisingly there didn’t seem to be a keyhole at all, just a circular indent in the metal. I couldn’t break the door in and I did try to do so with all my might. That rang alarm bells because usually I could break into anything if I used all my strength. I tried transporting myself inside the building with magic, I hated to do it but even that failed miserably.
I decided to hunker down beside the skip to think. No use standing around in broad daylight attracting attention. I couldn’t knock the door down, I couldn’t reach the tiny windows so high up on the walls and even if I could I wouldn’t be able to get through the window anyway and if I did, how would I get down
His lustful noises blended with mine and echoed around the huge warehouse but I did not even register the reality of my situation. I was riding on the pulses of pleasure and I just didn’t care about anything other than Aseem fucking me. As the pace intensified I found my hands rising, I wanted to stretch out, luxuriate in the emotions he was stirring up inside me.
I loved the feel of my bound arms above my head, the way my boobs wobbled as he fucked me and how he leaned over, placed his hands either side of me and thrust in, all the harder.
I was trapped and I loved it. Trapped by the lust and the passion that was escalating inside me. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so close to orgasm a second time but I was, just from the grind of his pubis against mine.
His eyes were tightly closed and I watched the pleasure and pain of anticipated rapture sweep across his face until I could keep my eyes open no longer and my lids closed as another release hit me. He came then, seconds after my pussy started to throb. I was enthralled by the different edge to that orgasm, the rhythmic flow and the mellow high that flooded my limbs and made me feel floppy and pleasantly lethargic. It was a completely different beast to the climax I’d attained on the tip of Aseem’s talented tongue but if you asked me to choose a favourite I wouldn’t be able to, I wanted more of both and I desperately wanted more of both with Aseem!
“Wow,” he exhaled and collapsed on top of me, then gently rolled away to the side.
“Exactly,” I gasped, dizzy with euphoria, and snuggled next to the man who’d fucked me, the only man in fact to ever have that honour. My jailer, my fellow captive and my lover.
You couldn’t put it in a Bollywood film script, they’d say it was too unbelievable!
Chapter Seven
Johnny
“Here’s where I dropped her,” Curtis said, “and they took her through that door there.”
“Thanks, you can hang around for me to come back out again. Kiya and I will need wheels.”
“I’ll be killed if they see me here, though, I’m not meant to be here.”
“All right, wait down the street for us, but wait for us, okay? Djinns live pretty much forever and are very patient. If you run away I’ll track you the hell down and do unspeakably nasty things to you.”
“Okay,” he huffed. “There’s a café on the corner, Donavan’s, it’s called. I’ll be in there.”
“Fine,” I grimaced and exited the car stage right. I’d describe the back alley I found myself in but it would be a waste of time, it was just a dirty old forgotten byway with the entrance to a large warehouse beside it and a huge skip filled with junk beside that.
My first step was to try the handle of the warehouse door. Unsurprisingly it didn’t turn but more surprisingly there didn’t seem to be a keyhole at all, just a circular indent in the metal. I couldn’t break the door in and I did try to do so with all my might. That rang alarm bells because usually I could break into anything if I used all my strength. I tried transporting myself inside the building with magic, I hated to do it but even that failed miserably.
I decided to hunker down beside the skip to think. No use standing around in broad daylight attracting attention. I couldn’t knock the door down, I couldn’t reach the tiny windows so high up on the walls and even if I could I wouldn’t be able to get through the window anyway and if I did, how would I get down
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