insane.
“ Now, this may feel a little cold,” he said. “So just relax.”
I squirmed and tightened my ass, preparing for his fingers. He placed one of his hands on my stomach, trying to relax my body, and then sneakily moved toward my breast. The moment he inserted his fingers, his eyebrows creased, showing his pleasure. He moved and fingered me like he was my man, while cupping my breast with his other hand. At first my muscles resisted, holding out for a few seconds, waiting for him to be done. Then, when I noticed his fingers were planted firmly in place, I loosened up, wondering what was next.
To my surprise, he started to massage the inside of my walls. The sane part of me told me to jump up and kick Doctor Charles in his damn face. But the selfish part of me enjoyed what I thought was happening. His fingers continued to grind and dance all in my pussy until his glove became drenched. I was so overdue, considering I hadn’t been wet in six months. Squeaking noises erupted, and became quicker and louder by the minute. Even worse, his hardness grazing against my ass cheeks signaled more trouble. Before I knew it, I was in ecstasy. I kept looking back and forth toward the door, wondering if Ms. Dottie was gonna come in, or if this was all a test. Then I snapped.
Our eyes met and he looked away, like he couldn’t bear to look me in the face. I reached for the upper part of his arm, which resisted at first, but then roughly pushed him away. My wetness continued to drip, as he backed up, trying to map out his next move.
Instantly, he packed up, throwing his things like a wild man into his bag. He slammed one of the plastic containers on the dresser with harsh instructions, “Piss in the cup and leave it on the dresser. Ms. Dottie will take care of it for me.”
I sat up on the bed and threw the sheet across my body like I’d just been raped. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” I snapped.
“ Sure did,” he shot back.
My eyes bulged out of my head. I couldn’t believe he was openly admitting to being a pervert. “We’ll see how long you continue to practice after I report your ass!” I screamed, like I meant business.
He chuckled. “Go ahead. I’m sure they’ll believe a hooker.”
Damn, is that what I am? I felt worthless. I didn’t even get paid.
“ Go ‘head. Tell who the hell you want. They won’t believe you. You’re a high paid trick. You’ll just be named a troublemaker.” He let out a wild laugh, and walked toward the door. “You could’ve stopped me,” he ended, and shut the door.
I stood up, still wet and numb. I didn’t know how to feel or what to say. A part of me wanted to run and scrub my skin while another part said, just get used to it, you’ve been through worse.
Chapter Seven
An hour later, I was downstairs sitting on the sofa, waiting for our meeting to start. I scanned the room out the corner of my eye, as each girl walked in one by one and took their spot on the carpet, or plopped down wherever they were most comfortable. I could tell the meeting would be informal by the way everyone strutted in nonchalantly. Most of the girls were standoffish except a brown-skinned girl, who was overly friendly. She was originally from the south and spoke with a twang.
“ Hi I’m Cinnamon, and you must be the new girl,” she announced, with a warm welcome. She sat her barely one hundred pound body on the edge of the couch next to me, not even interested in a real seat.
I smiled back, hoping that I’d made at least one friend, because at that moment, Cat walked in, towering over me and all the girls, and sat directly next to me. She shot me the hardest look possible. Of all places to sit, why near me ? Her height intimidated me a bit, only because she was tall like my mother, but I turned my head and watched the other girls enter the room.
By the time Ms. Dottie cleared her throat, I had counted about eight girls in all. We came in all sizes, and apparently many
“ Now, this may feel a little cold,” he said. “So just relax.”
I squirmed and tightened my ass, preparing for his fingers. He placed one of his hands on my stomach, trying to relax my body, and then sneakily moved toward my breast. The moment he inserted his fingers, his eyebrows creased, showing his pleasure. He moved and fingered me like he was my man, while cupping my breast with his other hand. At first my muscles resisted, holding out for a few seconds, waiting for him to be done. Then, when I noticed his fingers were planted firmly in place, I loosened up, wondering what was next.
To my surprise, he started to massage the inside of my walls. The sane part of me told me to jump up and kick Doctor Charles in his damn face. But the selfish part of me enjoyed what I thought was happening. His fingers continued to grind and dance all in my pussy until his glove became drenched. I was so overdue, considering I hadn’t been wet in six months. Squeaking noises erupted, and became quicker and louder by the minute. Even worse, his hardness grazing against my ass cheeks signaled more trouble. Before I knew it, I was in ecstasy. I kept looking back and forth toward the door, wondering if Ms. Dottie was gonna come in, or if this was all a test. Then I snapped.
Our eyes met and he looked away, like he couldn’t bear to look me in the face. I reached for the upper part of his arm, which resisted at first, but then roughly pushed him away. My wetness continued to drip, as he backed up, trying to map out his next move.
Instantly, he packed up, throwing his things like a wild man into his bag. He slammed one of the plastic containers on the dresser with harsh instructions, “Piss in the cup and leave it on the dresser. Ms. Dottie will take care of it for me.”
I sat up on the bed and threw the sheet across my body like I’d just been raped. “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” I snapped.
“ Sure did,” he shot back.
My eyes bulged out of my head. I couldn’t believe he was openly admitting to being a pervert. “We’ll see how long you continue to practice after I report your ass!” I screamed, like I meant business.
He chuckled. “Go ahead. I’m sure they’ll believe a hooker.”
Damn, is that what I am? I felt worthless. I didn’t even get paid.
“ Go ‘head. Tell who the hell you want. They won’t believe you. You’re a high paid trick. You’ll just be named a troublemaker.” He let out a wild laugh, and walked toward the door. “You could’ve stopped me,” he ended, and shut the door.
I stood up, still wet and numb. I didn’t know how to feel or what to say. A part of me wanted to run and scrub my skin while another part said, just get used to it, you’ve been through worse.
Chapter Seven
An hour later, I was downstairs sitting on the sofa, waiting for our meeting to start. I scanned the room out the corner of my eye, as each girl walked in one by one and took their spot on the carpet, or plopped down wherever they were most comfortable. I could tell the meeting would be informal by the way everyone strutted in nonchalantly. Most of the girls were standoffish except a brown-skinned girl, who was overly friendly. She was originally from the south and spoke with a twang.
“ Hi I’m Cinnamon, and you must be the new girl,” she announced, with a warm welcome. She sat her barely one hundred pound body on the edge of the couch next to me, not even interested in a real seat.
I smiled back, hoping that I’d made at least one friend, because at that moment, Cat walked in, towering over me and all the girls, and sat directly next to me. She shot me the hardest look possible. Of all places to sit, why near me ? Her height intimidated me a bit, only because she was tall like my mother, but I turned my head and watched the other girls enter the room.
By the time Ms. Dottie cleared her throat, I had counted about eight girls in all. We came in all sizes, and apparently many
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