Pretty sub tgirl Victoria escapes 4 continued
A story by Miss Victoria B Miller
Thiswas heaven, strong male hands running along my shoulders pressing the soft satin fabric of my blouse against my skin, the fingers biting in as they reached under my arms which I lifted up accordingly pulling my bra strap tight against my now heaving breasts. My temperature was raised and with it the smell of my chanel musk perfume became stronger..mingling with his warm cologne, the hands followed my waist downwards fingernails flicking against the sides of my bra, I moaned softly, licking my lips and pouting alternately. As the strong hands reached my waist a black booted foot kicked my nylon clad heels wider and I bent over further. Causing my skirt to ride up the hands continued their journey down my hips and onto my sheer nylons, god not my knee I screamed inside I always get turned more when touched there and sure enough I became weak and nearly collapsed, my cockle had stayed soft though I was so turned on, and now it began to secrete fluid and a damp patch started in my new panties., He was kneeling behind me now his strong hands tight on my ankles, my skirt around my waist my panties moving with the breeze my bottom thrust out feeling cool and wanting him inside me. He stayed like that, on his knees, I presumed he was examining my pretty panties, and my damp patch, or maybe smelling the mix of chanel number 5 and my odour. He was silent and still apart from his steady breathing, and I also held onto the stillness which seemed to last for hours, I could hear the wind moving the branches across the lot, birdsong and I could feel the heat of the sun breaking through a cloud, the sound of a car in the distance broke the trance and he moved I heard a rustle and I felt the cuffs enclosing my right ankle biting into my nylons and my flesh I screamed silently.His hands then continued up the inside of my legs pushing them wider, my bum sticking out more as he reached my inner thigh and upwards over my ass which quivered and shook to his touch. My breath was becoming ragged and I let out a ahhhhhhhh and thought I was going to faint as a finger followed the crease of my bottom pushing into my rosebud for an inch through my panties searching my moist pinkness it probed delightfully and then pulling out it continued upwards. It joined the finger of his left hand which until then had stayed curled deep into the flesh of my left buttock . He fingered around my panty elastic and pulled them down in one strong action to my ankles where they lay fluttering in the breeze next to the hard steel attached to my right ankle.I felt a sting whack a strong hand on my bare buttock which stung, ohhhh I said. He roughly pushed my head down onto the bonnet of the car so my cheek was against the hot metal and all I could hear was the tic tic tic tic tic as the 2 litre engine cooled. Speaking for the first time in a lovely base voice he pushed the fingerhe had probed me with into my open painted lips ?lick bitch? he said. I had been trained to always have a moist mouth and soft lips and I curled my tongue around the finger drawing it inside me and moistly taking my pleasure of his rigid finger but this time it was different I loved his finger, trying to make it cum. Whack another slap hit me on the other buttock, whack, and again each whack pushed the finger in deeper and I swear that I deep throated it. Whack, I came in my panties, just a little ooze of fluid. Whack my bottom felt like it was on fire whack, he pulled my head back forcing my jaw open and me to bend backwards and I stumbled flying and falling onto the condom littered wet grass and gravel that was stained by the cum of the previous guys. Scraping my thigh and my arm and shoulder which stung and started to bleed. He dragged me a couple of feet on my back across the grass and fastened the handcuff to a nearby metal bin which stank of faeces and rotting food. My body was now full of mud, my face slightly bruised and my scratched stung. I started to cry softly to myself. ?Stay, dirty liittle slut? he said as if I was a dog and I watched his immaculate boots and dark trousers stride away.
A story by Miss Victoria B Miller
Thiswas heaven, strong male hands running along my shoulders pressing the soft satin fabric of my blouse against my skin, the fingers biting in as they reached under my arms which I lifted up accordingly pulling my bra strap tight against my now heaving breasts. My temperature was raised and with it the smell of my chanel musk perfume became stronger..mingling with his warm cologne, the hands followed my waist downwards fingernails flicking against the sides of my bra, I moaned softly, licking my lips and pouting alternately. As the strong hands reached my waist a black booted foot kicked my nylon clad heels wider and I bent over further. Causing my skirt to ride up the hands continued their journey down my hips and onto my sheer nylons, god not my knee I screamed inside I always get turned more when touched there and sure enough I became weak and nearly collapsed, my cockle had stayed soft though I was so turned on, and now it began to secrete fluid and a damp patch started in my new panties., He was kneeling behind me now his strong hands tight on my ankles, my skirt around my waist my panties moving with the breeze my bottom thrust out feeling cool and wanting him inside me. He stayed like that, on his knees, I presumed he was examining my pretty panties, and my damp patch, or maybe smelling the mix of chanel number 5 and my odour. He was silent and still apart from his steady breathing, and I also held onto the stillness which seemed to last for hours, I could hear the wind moving the branches across the lot, birdsong and I could feel the heat of the sun breaking through a cloud, the sound of a car in the distance broke the trance and he moved I heard a rustle and I felt the cuffs enclosing my right ankle biting into my nylons and my flesh I screamed silently.His hands then continued up the inside of my legs pushing them wider, my bum sticking out more as he reached my inner thigh and upwards over my ass which quivered and shook to his touch. My breath was becoming ragged and I let out a ahhhhhhhh and thought I was going to faint as a finger followed the crease of my bottom pushing into my rosebud for an inch through my panties searching my moist pinkness it probed delightfully and then pulling out it continued upwards. It joined the finger of his left hand which until then had stayed curled deep into the flesh of my left buttock . He fingered around my panty elastic and pulled them down in one strong action to my ankles where they lay fluttering in the breeze next to the hard steel attached to my right ankle.I felt a sting whack a strong hand on my bare buttock which stung, ohhhh I said. He roughly pushed my head down onto the bonnet of the car so my cheek was against the hot metal and all I could hear was the tic tic tic tic tic as the 2 litre engine cooled. Speaking for the first time in a lovely base voice he pushed the fingerhe had probed me with into my open painted lips ?lick bitch? he said. I had been trained to always have a moist mouth and soft lips and I curled my tongue around the finger drawing it inside me and moistly taking my pleasure of his rigid finger but this time it was different I loved his finger, trying to make it cum. Whack another slap hit me on the other buttock, whack, and again each whack pushed the finger in deeper and I swear that I deep throated it. Whack, I came in my panties, just a little ooze of fluid. Whack my bottom felt like it was on fire whack, he pulled my head back forcing my jaw open and me to bend backwards and I stumbled flying and falling onto the condom littered wet grass and gravel that was stained by the cum of the previous guys. Scraping my thigh and my arm and shoulder which stung and started to bleed. He dragged me a couple of feet on my back across the grass and fastened the handcuff to a nearby metal bin which stank of faeces and rotting food. My body was now full of mud, my face slightly bruised and my scratched stung. I started to cry softly to myself. ?Stay, dirty liittle slut? he said as if I was a dog and I watched his immaculate boots and dark trousers stride away.
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