Taste of Pleasure (Short Pleasure Collections)

Surrender to a Stranger 2

I had always thought about what my first time would be like, touching a man, being touched. Not for once did I think it would be to the highest bidder. If at any point the mystery man decides to use his fists or hurt me, I would scream at the top of my voice that the security would walk in and all would be okay.

“He will deal with the man and I will still get paid.”

I’ve never been good when it comes to pain. I'm the kind of person who cries when I cut my fingers. Wow, this is going to suck big time. I feel my heart pounding, it gets worse as I hear a knock on the door.

“I glance around the room, should I answer?”

‘Why knocking?’

"Biting my lip, I can't stop frowning. The knock comes again."

I’ve sold my virginity and now I have to pay the price. “Yes of course.”

“I hate how nervous I sound.”

"He didn't enter straight away."

I count how long I wait for him to come inside.

One

Two

Three

“The door finally opens, and I look away, almost afraid of who is entering the room.

The man has brought me for the night, but this is all of me, every single part of me.”

I turned around to look at him, but he wasn't what I was expecting.

The man standing by the door is indeed old. In his late thirties, I guess, maybe. Not that I can tell all that much from staring at him.

He looks at me with his hands by his sides, but he doesn't seem nervous.

“Staring into his deep blue eyes, I was taken aback by him as he stared at me.” So this is the man who purchased me for one night. He owns me and because I didn't demand the fairytale, it doesn't have to be sweet and nice.

I wanted the darkness, and from the look on his face, he is more than willing to give it to me.

“Stand up.” He says.

I did exactly as he said.

Okay, now I’m just trying to pretend my fantasy isn't that f****d up, far from it.

“Strip.”

I don't even know his name. Not that it matters to me. I won't tell him mine either. I kicked off my sneakers. I start working on the button of my shirt.

He still hasn't moved.

I gave him my back as I got to unsnap my bra.

“His voice held me back.”

“No, I want to see. Turn back around and show me, I paid for it.”

And I felt my cheek on fire.

"I’ve never been spoken to like that before."

I turned without looking at him, and I slowly took off my bra, feeling my t**s spring out. I’ve always been well blessed in my chest apartment. No one else has ever seen them before.

There are a lot of firsts going on tonight. When I finally get to my panties I hesitate.

“All of it.”

‘Wriggling out my panties,’ I clasp my fingers together hoping my long hair will somehow cover my body. I’m not used to showcasing my naked self, but the room felt nice and warm, though.

"Turn around."

Slowly, I move in a circle so that he’ll see all of me properly.

“Come here.”

He said.

His instructions are starting to get on my nerves, each word irritates me now. But all I have to remember is my sick brother waiting for me in his hospital bed.

“There’s no way I'd be here for any other reason than him.”

The man, my owner for the night, gripped my chin and tilted my head back.

“There it is. There's this fire I saw.”

He strokes my cheek, and I know his fully dressed state. His thumb glides across my lips and I keep them closed.

“So you want to have that orgasm of yours taken away from you. To be f****d by a real man.”

To be owned and surrender by a stranger.

I did not say a thing. I’m caught up by his touches.

The moment his finger slid across my lips I felt a tightening. I’ve never been turned on.

“Open.”

His thumb pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth for him. His thumb inside as I watched him in and out, he pressed.

“This mouth was made to suck a nice big c**k. We’ve got tonight, and by the time I am done with you, not a single part of you will be innocent anymore. He said.

He suddenly moves me backwards, collapsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thigh wide. He held my legs tightly, stepping between them.

“Very nice.” I know you will have a nice juicy p***y. I can see how wet you are.”

Matthew advised that I wax down below, but there is no way that was happening. I’ve tried to wax my legs before and that turned into a nightmare. Why would anyone put themselves through that kind of pain?

I always trimmed my pubic and that is what I did. I wasn't like I wanted this anyway.

His hand moved from my thighs and slid up my body. He cups my t**s, pressing them together, gliding down toward my p***y.

He spreads the lips of my p***y and I hear him groan.

“Now that is a surprise.”

I cry out as he touches me. One finger across my c**t and I arch up.

“So sensitive and wet, we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.”