A Taboo Collection

My dick pressed against the zipper of my pants, and I wanted to get all formality out of the way.

This woman was mine tonight. I’d paid a lot for her cherry, but I wasn’t going to ruin it by rushing.

I’d lost count of the number of times I had dreamed about taking a woman for the first time. The women who moved in my circles were gold-digging whores or were married. None of them were untouched, unsoiled.

“No one has touched me.”

“I find that hard to believe. No boyfriend?”

“No one. I’ve not had time for boyfriends.”

“What about a kiss?” I asked, running my thumb across her plump bottom lip.

She shook her head. “No.”

She was young, but never even a kiss? “An untouched vision.” I moved my hand down to the lapel of the jacket keeping her from me.

Standing in front of her, I tugged the belt open, and the jacket revealed perfection. Her tits were huge, and they had gotten my attention first. She possessed a tiny, hand span waist, thick hips, and good thick thighs.

Her pussy was covered in a light dusting of hair, and already, I wanted to spread her out, and stare at what belonged to me. I was going to fill her with my cum and watch as my seed spilled from the lips of her cunt.

After I’d filled her pussy, I was going to fill that ass so she was dripping in my seed. I wanted to fill every single hole and even watch her mouth fill with my jizz before swallowing it down.

Pushing the jacket from her shoulders, I spun her around, watching her tits bounce with each movement she made. I couldn’t wait to get her riding my cock.

Stepping away from her, I removed my shirt.

“What do you think of your body?” I asked, intrigued. Something told me that this woman wasn’t all that she seemed. I’d watched the other women on stage tonight. Some of them virgins, some of them there to be sold as a submissive. But they all had played the crowd, looking coy, or trying to appear innocent. The only person to get the look right had been this woman in front of me.

Cherry, which was what I was going to call her, stared down at her body.

“I don’t understand the question. It’s just a body.”

I smiled. She had no idea how alluring she was. Like I thought before, she’d been the only woman on stage going through the motions. She’d been there, yet her thoughts had been far away. I’d noticed how hard her nipples were, and I’d even seen the glistening of cream on the inside of her thighs when she shifted. Cherry had been aroused, if not a little scared. I’d wanted her instantly, and staring at her now, I couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Unbuckling my belt, I stared into her eyes as I eased my pants down my thighs. I was so damn hard, and tonight I wouldn’t have to beat off into my hand as I had her tempting ass and pussy.

There was only one place my cock wanted to go, and that was in every single hole Cherry possessed.

“You ever seen a naked man?” I asked.

“Not in person,” she whispered.

I wanted to know her, and again, it surprised me. Women have always been an amusement to me, nothing more. They were there to scratch an itch, and I didn’t care for their feelings.

Seeing all the men voting on her, I’d been overcome with the need to protect her from them. I wasn’t a good man, but I was fucking better than all of those bastards leering after her young body. I also wasn’t that old.

Of course, I was fucking older than she was, but not as old as some of those bastards who wanted her body.

Sasha

I didn’t understand all the questions. Why would he want to know if someone kissed me, or if I’d seen a naked man? It wasn’t like after our moment together, we were ever going to have another one. Did other women have this kind of experience with the men who had paid to fuck them? I didn’t know. I only knew that I needed the money, and to get that money I had to fuck this man in front of me.

It wouldn’t be hard; at least, I hoped it wouldn’t be hard. He was a handsome man, sexy, hard, and domineering. I liked the way his gaze was on my body. My pussy was slick and covered in my cream. I’d never been this aroused before.

“I’ve never seen a naked man in person,” she said again. “I’m a virgin, sir. You’re getting what you paid for.” Spreading my arms, I turned in a full circle. Maybe this was a test, a sick test? “This is the body of a virgin in all senses of the word, I guess. I’ve seen pictures of naked men; I’ve never seen them in the flesh. I’ve not touched myself as I don’t know how to. No one has been in my pussy or in my ass.” My cheeks were on fire, and my stomach was twisting in knots with each word I said. I wasn’t this confident. I was terrified.