Breaking In His Virgin - Club Lush

I was found of course. Freezing and petrified. The trebling as my dad picked me up a combination of these two effects. Turns out I’d only been gone for about an hour, not that it kept my mom from panicking. That was part of why I never told her what happened later. After dad was gone and the monster became all too real. Hungering after my young flesh in a different, somehow even more horrible way.

I thought about Joshua. What his house might be like and what it would be like to be there. If only for a short time. He was clearly quite rich, and I was imaging a massive stately home like in the Charlotte Bronte books. Some rooms open, while other entire wings were forbidden, lest I meet a terrifying fate. I shivered with exhilaration, smiling as I bit my lower lip. My mind was abuzz, the movie theater of my mind projecting all kinds of scenarios on the big, white screen behind my eyes. Things were already so much better than they had been with Mark.

The limo came to a sudden halt and I tried to get my bearings. Still only finding the pitch black beyond the windows.

“You’re here,” Joshua said, still on the video call, “leave the vibrator in your pussy and cover back up. When you are dressed, come into the house.”

I head the driver’s side door open and quickly put my street clothes back on. Fearing the driver might see me in that vulnerable state. I relaxed slightly as I heard the trunk pop. Still, I hastened to get my clothes on and wrap up in my jacket. Getting it zipped up just as the driver opened my door. My bag on the ground by his feet.

It is a bit of an ordeal getting out of the back, what with a vibratory help up my pussy and all. Still the driver was very nice and helped me out. I gripped the vibrator as I stepped down onto the pavement, not wanting it to fall out. Even if there was a place for it in the suit. I was taking no chances. It would be far too embarrassing if it managed to work its way out of me and end up on the ground. I was wearing pants but it could still happen.

I looked at the driver, already feeling the warmth in my cheeks, hooping he didn’t know about the vibrator, even though I guessed he did. Picking up my bag, the driver went to the house, which is indeed a huge estate, like I’d imagined. I was surprised by how much I could see just from the interior lights but not as much as by the land itself. Lush, green fields leading to thick surrounding woods. The ones we had to drive through to get here. It felt completely isolated from the rest of the world but not in a scary way. More like the bad of the world couldn’t get me. Couldn’t find me there in that beautiful place.

The vibrator started buzzing again. The sound muffled not only by my pussy but also the added layers of clothes. I doubted the driver could hear it but I could certainly feel it. My larked sensitive nerves feeling even better. I can feel another orgasm coming on.

“Are you okay?” the driver asked, on his way back to the limo, no doubt noticing my odd expression.

“Yup, never better!” I gasped, resisting the urge to grab my spasming pussy, already dying from embarrassment.

Remote controlled, of course. I didn’t actually remember turning the vibrator on before it started buzzing in me in the car. Joshua must have had it working on a satellite or something to get that kind of range. Could he still see me?

I struggled the way up the stairs, every nerve-ending in my pussy singing its joy as the vibrator worked inside me. The driver went into the house with my bag and I sat down on the steps, so I could cum without having to walk.

The beep of my phone cut through the area. Startled, I looked down at it, expecting bad news. I was only half right.

Get up and walk. No relaxing during your punishment.

I looked up to see a security camera near the door. Joshua could see me. Knew what he was doing to me. Enjoying the show as he did it. Nodding obediently, I got up and, getting through another huge pussy spasm on the way to a screaming orgasm, I made it the rest of the way up the steps and into the house.

I expected Joshua to be there to meet me. Instead, I was greeted by a butler. He was on her than I expected, dressed in full regalia, looking the very paragon of discretion and decorum.

“Follow me please, ma’dam,” he said, a slight French aspect to his accent.