by Gia Star
“You look beautiful.” I leaned forward to hug her, pressing my lips against her forehead for what felt like the hundredth time. Guilt raged through me, its nails slashing against my soul as I realized this was our last hurrah before she was handed over to her fate.
Kara beamed as she showed off the complete outfit. Her dress hugged every curve and her designer heels were clear to increase focus on her pedicure. Her dark hair was in big tousled curls that framed her angelic face perfectly. She was naturally gorgeous but her makeup enhanced her sweet, sinful look. I could feel desire surge through my veins. I had to fight the urge to force her over and take her from behind right there in the store.
Tonight would be everything.
“You look amazing!” One of the sales associates and her customers stopped to admire her outfit. “You go girl.”
“Thanks!” Kara smiled. “I feel great.”
Our steakhouse reservations were right on time, and the place was perfect. It was quiet and upscale, with dim lighting and candles strategically placed for classic romance and ambiance.
Kara stood out masterfully, the main feature of the restaurant. I watched as other men in the room turned to check her out, doing their best not to be obvious to their wives and families.
“This place is beautiful,” she said, looking around. “I hope the food tastes as beautiful as this place looks. It’s got good Yelp reviews.”
I placed a hand on her luscious hip as we waited for the server. “I know you taste as beautiful as you look….maybe better.”
She blushed as the goosebumps ran down her body, obvious for me to see.
“You are fucking stunning.” I couldn’t hold back. “You have always been gorgeous, but you’re making it hard for me to behave.”
“Oh, you will, because it will be worth the wait.” She lowered her voice as she reminded me. “Every hole…”
I pressed her back against my chest and pressed my stiff cock against her soft ass. I murmured dirty shit in her ear, making her giggle until the waiter brought us to our table.
“What’s on your mind?” She asked.
“Nothing.” I felt guilty. I was obviously not in the moment with her, but I was simply preoccupied with the near future, when we would be separated for good.
“No lies.” Her eyes bore into mine, demanding the truth.
“I’m just… it’s our first date and our last night.” I spoke reluctantly.
“Aww, you’re calling it ‘our first date.’ If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re falling for me.”
Her playful expression communicated her commitment to enjoying every last moment we had. Words failed me and I said nothing, just gave a weak smile until she placed her hand over mine.
“Let’s focus on tonight. Let’s focus on us. Life happens… memories, they happen in the present.”
“Yes, but then after that? Then what?” My pained expression broke through the coolness I held all evening. “You’re not some regular chick. I actually care about you. More than I should. I can’t stand to think of the next man-”
“Antonio.”
“Next man, Antonio, same thing.” My emotions were bitter with disgust. “I don’t want anyone else… knowing you. Feeling you. Touching you.”
“I never should have had you at all.” I looked her straight in her eyes. “Because now you’re mine, but I can’t have you. Instead I’m going to watch another man parade you around as one of his possessions when you’re mine. It’s going to fucking kill me, and no one will ever know.”
I balled my fist in anger as the idea of Antonio churning through her, using her for shallow pleasure, and throwing her to his pile of collected women drove me insane. He didn’t deserve her. Never had. And from the way he spoke of her, he never will. I growled at the thought of it all.
“I will.” She said, interrupting my thoughts. Her hand slid over the table to cover mine. “I’ll know how you feel. And you won’t be alone.”
I looked at her, the question in my eyes.
Her eyes dulled with sadness. “While you’re losing your mind over there, I’ll be losing mine also… Pretending to be the grateful prized possession of a gentlemadman who purchased me when I was only sixteen years old. Never being able to contact my mother, my aunt, or my best friend again.”
“I’m sorry.” Guilt ran through my apology. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
“It’s fine. You’re fine. This is your job, remember?” She reminded me, serious yet kind in her response. I never hated my job more than I did in that particular moment.
“I just wish it wasn’t like this.”
“I know, babe. But this is the hand we’ve been dealt, the life we’ve been given.” I started to speak, but she silenced me. “To tell the truth, it aggravates me more to wait for the final moments before it all begins… you know, when reality hits?”
I nodded in understanding.
“But you know what? I have peace in spending my final moments in your company… and at least having some sort of say into my initiation into… you know…”
Her voice trailed off, but she didn’t need to finish. I knew where she was going with that statement.
“To be honest, completely honest… If you weren’t the ‘bad guy’ and I wasn’t the captive… if we were not in this situation, I could totally see myself falling for you.”
My heart thudded in my chest. Those words were beyond any fantasy I could have imagined.
Love. I’d never had anyone love me.
I thought Antonio loved me. But ever since my life turned out the way it had, I questioned if it was love, or his commitment to getting a return on his investment. Because of Antonio, I was a felon. I would never have a normal job, live a normal life.
And women? One woman who loved me would be priceless in comparison to willing, pliant women who performed for survival and comfort.
“So what’s the story of your tattoo?”
“Which one? I have several.”
“The one with the Roman numbers on it.” She tilted her chin in the direction of my left arm it was on.
“That’s my birthday.”
“What’s your sign?
“Cancer.”
“Ooooh.” Her eyes lit up in amusement.
“What?”
“Nothing, just making notes.” She nodded as if that explained everything.
“What are you?”
“Pisces. March 18.” She smirked.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m a big romantic. Idealist. Have a lot of dreams and fantasies. Willing to do anything for those I love, and -“ she spoke slowly - “I love very hard.”
I nodded. “I can see that.”
“And Cancer and Pisces get along well. We’re perfect for each other actually. We’re both water signs. We feel deeply, even when nobody else understands, and we would put our lives on the line for those we love.”
“True.” I drank in her words. We were “perfect for each other.” It made the sting of the situation hurt even deeper.
My phone vibrated, and I ignored it. I didn’t need to see who it was. It could only be Steven or Antonio, and I didn’t need to bother with either of them at the moment. I had the rest of my life to be miserable with them, collecting women for the sake of repaying bad debts.
Right now I needed to focus on the muse in front of me, the one that made me realize that working for Antonio wasn’t what I wanted to do anymore.
Kara
After dinner, I made a coy request to stop at Walmart before heading back to the room. Luke started to get out, but I stopped him.
“Unt uh,” I scolded. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. I promise.” I leaned in to kiss him, something I would have never done a few days ago.
It’s amazing how much I’d changed since meeting him. I’d become more flirtatious, more assertive, and much more seductive.
Flirting with a man is one thing. Being more assertive and seductive was all
new to me. I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t volunteer to learn the ropes of sexual pleasure by personal design, I would have been forced to learn through more painful methods.
I shuddered to think of Antonio on top of me, inside of me, breaking me in for his pleasure. It made me more grateful that I chose Luke. I held even more gratitude for the fact that I was actually attracted to him, that he was attracted to me, and that we actually had chemistry beyond the bedroom.
I skirted through the aisles, grabbing supplies for our final evening together. I assure there’s nothing remotely romantic about being in Walmart, but desperate times called for resourceful measures.
I returned to the car and placed the items on the floor, obscuring them from Luke’s view. When we returned to my room, I pulled him to the bathroom and started undressing him.
Luke wasn’t a poetic man, but he made it clear he cared for me, loved me even. I didn’t need to hear him say it. It was in his words, his care, and the way he handled me. He made me feel truly seen, heard, felt, and desired.
I knew he had taken a series of big risks for me. If Antonio had any idea how much he’d done for me, he’d be merciless in his fury. I needed to repay Luke, and I wanted to repay him by giving him something no other man would have:
All of me, every hole, mind, body, and soul. He would be taking deep strokes inside of me, whispering sweet nothings as he filled me with every inch of his thick, sensitive cock.
I even got Plan B and douche so he could fill and splash himself inside my sensitive walls. I just had to have him coat me with his love, fill me with a sensation no other man could
It was fucking crazy, but I was in love with Luke. He’d changed this shy, sexy virgin into a captivating, confident nympho. He made me feel safe in his presence, in his arms, and I knew there was nothing he wouldn’t do to ease my burdens. He was my love, my King, and I was his Princess and his Porn star.
Luke cupped my chin and kissed me. It was one of the deepest kisses I’d ever felt. His strong lips, coupled with the sure embrace of desire, made me tremble. My soul was on fire, and I moaned as I leaned into him. My heart felt open and ready. I had to pull myself together and step back, because I needed to perfectly orchestrate my surprise.
“Get in, baby.” I gestured to the shower. He gave me a longing look, one that told me he wasn’t ready to let me out of his sight. “I’m almost ready. I’ll be there in a minute.”
I retreated to the main room and set up everything. Five minutes later, I slipped behind Luke in the shower. I washed his back and made a slow show of washing myself for him to watch. Luke’s eyes bulged watching me squeeze soapy water over my tits, the bubbles sliding down and around my nipples, moving down my tummy and dripping over my legs.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he groaned, pulling me in for another kiss. I reached down and cleaned his penis, jerking its hardness with soap until he was squeaky clean - and ready for me.
When he stepped out the shower, I told him to get comfortable and I would again join him in a few minutes. The anticipation was killing me, and I couldn’t wait for him to leave so I could finish part two of my surprise.
After I cleaned up, thoroughly, I opened the final bag from Walmart and slid on the scarlet red and black bra and panties I purchased. I touched up my makeup and fluffed my hair..
This wasn’t much compared to how they did in the movies, but it was more than great when I considered our limited environment.
Luke waited on the bed in clean underwear. He was laid back, arms behind his head, and I could see one leg moving nervously.
“What do you think?” I posed and gestured towards the room. I’d lit up tea light candles all over the room and scattered rose petals on the bed. Yes, these were things I would expect a man to do, but there wasn’t any time to wait to be wooed. I realized that Luke had never done this stuff before, had never even conceived of it. I had to take initiative because holding it against him would have gotten me nowhere.
“It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. It’s all beautiful, Beautiful.” Luke didn’t move, but his eyes traveled across the room and caressed my body. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you…”
I smiled and my heart warmed from his praises. He blushed and I couldn’t help but find him adorable at this point in time.
I licked my lips and stepped seductively toward the bed. Luke pushed himself up when I crawled onto the bed. He leaned forward, swooping in for a kiss when I straddled him.
“I could kiss your lips forever.” His direct gaze unsettled me, and I grabbed his lips, pressing mine against him as we fell back onto the mattress. My clit started to throb and I felt the wetness begin to build and release between my legs. I was so ready for him, inside of me, taking me, owning me for the night.
“I need you…” I moaned, grabbing his cock, which got hard and sprang to life immediately from my touch. I freed it from his boxer briefs and admired its stature, thick and strong. The eye of his cock wept with desire, and we held eye contact as I stuck out my tongue and caressed the slit lovingly, determined to taste the well of his desire.
My lips spread to accommodate the thickness of Luke’s shaft. His eyes boldly raked over me, lust taking over as he drank in the view of me tasting the most erotic, kingly part of his body.
I tasted him anxiously, sucking his cock with a level of deference reserved for a sheik. Luke’s abs flexed and his body bucked as I sucked him deep. He groaned and his hands found the top of my head, fingers digging into my scalp, massaging me as he attempted to control himself in my grasp.
He was close to cumming when he stopped. “No, I can’t cum like this…”
“Why not?”
“I want to cum inside you… and I don’t want to cum until you’ve come twice.”
I smiled lasciviously at him as we changed places. He had me spread my legs wide, high in the air in V-formation. I laid back on the bed and propped myself against pillows while I watched him eat my pussy.
My nipples were hard, begging for attention, so I pulled my bra down and twirled them in my hand. Luke pushed two of his fingers inside me, and my legs started to fall until he pulled his fingers out and used both hands to keep them high.
“I want you propped up and open, just like this, just for me.” His eyes blazed with desire as he commanded me to keep still, and I nearly fucking died when he stuck his tongue out and licked me from the crack of my ass and swirled the tip of his tongue around my asshole.
“God… Luke, what are you doing to me?” I gasped. I grabbed hold of one leg and pushed his head into my puckered asshole, which began to flutter from stimulation.
“Owning you… Tasting you from soul to skin and marking you as mine.” He ate my ass and sucked my pussy until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came so hard I screamed, but he wasn’t done. He licked me clean, slurping up every drop I released.
My legs were jelly and I was totally spent when he finally came up for air. I was too tired to giggle at how he looked like a glazed donut, sexy, serious, and shiny as fuck.
He lowered his lips to mine and we kissed again. I found enough strength to cup his face in my hands and push my tongue in his mouth. I tasted the flavor of my love off his tongue, and moaned at how delicious it was.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Now.”
“I will,” he replied. “I just wanna take a look at you. Let’s take our time.”
“Luke… I’ve waited faithfully all day for this moment. For you to fuck me to heaven and back.” I bit my lip and lowered my eyes with a begging, anxious desire. “I think it’s time you did just that. Don’t you?”
“God, yes…” Luke’s cock jumped hard enough to slap against my thigh. He adjusted himself. “Look at me. I want you looking in my eyes as you feel me slide myself into you. I want to see the pleasure of my body inside of yours.”
I honored his request and didn’t break eye contact as he slid the first, second, and third inch into me. His cock stretched and impaled my velve
t walls, and I held on. But by the sixth inch, it was too much. I closed my eyes and moaned in ecstasy. I couldn’t help it, the sheer pleasure of his dick was too much.
My pussy began to gush with lubrication, determined to take all of him, and a flood of desire shot from deep in my chest throughout my body. Ecstatic emotion began to flood me, and I found myself crying tears of joy. My toes began to curl and my legs wrapped themselves around his tight waist as he pushed himself slowly and rhythmically in and out of me.
“I love watching you. How you look when I’m inside you. The way you moan, writhe, and lose control under my touch,” he groaned.
He lowered himself to my ear and growled. “This pussy… you’re gonna make me kill that motherfucker.” I cried out, weak from euphoric delight as he pushed himself in and out of me, ravaging my cunt until I came all over him. It amazed me he’d pumped so hard and intense, yet hadn’t cum yet.
“Why haven’t you cum?” I asked after catching my breath.
“You said ‘every hole.’” He pulled me close and kissed my neck. Goosebumps spread all over my body as he revealed. “I want to cum deep in your asshole.”
Hearing him say that pushed my desire up another notch. I grabbed his arm and let it to cup my ass. “I need you. Now.”
I rolled over on my tummy, and propped myself on some pillows. “Take me,” I demanded with every ounce of energy I could muster.
Luke pushed himself up and propped himself behind me. “You have the prettiest asshole I’ve ever seen,” he praised before sliding his tongue over it. “All these little wrinkles look fucking perfect.”
He cupped my ass and used his thumbs to keep my cheeks apart as he slid his tongue up and down, periodically nuzzling his beard against my thighs and commenting on how gorgeous my body was.
When I’d cum again, that’s when he was ready to penetrate me. I was soft, sweaty, and worn out from having so many orgasms.
“How you feel?” He asked, pulling away some hair from my face. I was breathing fast, catching my breath, but I nodded and grunted in approval.
