One Last Time
He spread her legs, opening her smooth thighs with his hands, pressing his face hungrily into her soft mound, and slipping his tongue into her warm tangy depths. She was beautiful as she arched her back and wiggled her hips against his movements. Her porcelain, peaches and cream, skin was almost edible. He nibbled gently at her clit, making her squeal in delight.
It was painfully tragic that this would be their last night together. He couldn't tell her. But it was, nonetheless, and Holden would force his thoughts to stay in this moment, to enjoy every inch of her one last sweet time.
He gripped her waist and pulled them together, staring into her innocent crystal green eyes, glassy with desirous pleasure. He pressed his throbbing cock into her warm depths as they both gasped with the overwhelming sensation. She wrapped her legs around him, gripping him into her, wanting all of him. Though she'd never been able to take all of his 8", she certainly enjoyed trying. Her large 36C breasts with their pink nipples bounced beautifully with their rhythm and he lost himself in her, soft moaning, pouty pink lips, and that long golden hair fanned out around her like a halo. How could he say goodbye to this?
As his urgency began to build inside him, he picked her up and flipped them over in one smooth motion. Looking down at him now, her sweet juices dripping down his hard cock, she began to ride him. He grabbed her hips and added force to each of her movements. She slid up and down on his thick cock grasping at his chest with her small hands, her breath trembling on each exhale. Knowing she was close, Holden wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her down against his chest, crushing her against him, and thrusting roughly and quickly into her from below. Her moans and gasps next to his ear were almost more than he could handle but he wanted her to cum first. "Cum for me Amber..Cum for me. Let it go," he breathed into her ear, her soft hair draped across his chest as he held her tightly to him, pounding faster ...relentlessly into her wet pussy. And she obeyed. He felt her orgasm begin, felt her tighten around him, squeezing, pulling, and begging for his cum. With amazing force, he thrusted deeper and deeper, burying himself further than ever before. As Amber moaned and bucked, Holden released it all, filling her with his desire and filling her up with is thick cum.
The Situation is Bleak
Amber was devastated. Holding her head in her hands, she sat in the car and sobbed deeply. There was nothing left, no where to go, she was out of money, and was at this very moment, officially homeless. Her car, a small suitcase of her clothes, and some memories were all that was left. Her Mother died when she was 8. The only family remaining lived on the other side of the country and they weren't close at all.
It all began with the death of her Father. At 18, she didn't even know just how in-debt he'd become. There was nothing she could do. They'd evicted her from their home that very morning. She decided to drive into the city and try to get some assistance, food stamps, some place to sleep, something, anything. The idea of living out of her car was not even remotely appealing. She'd never dreamed of being in this position, not when she lived in the nicest neighborhood, had the finest clothes, and basically anything she had ever wanted. College should have been next. She'd even been accepted to Wellesley, a joy she and her Father had shared. But that was all over now. She had to find a way to just survive.
When her boyfriend's family found out that the family's money was all gone, they'd immediately cut all ties. Holden tried to ignore all that but the truth was he couldn't. And he was leaving for college in a few weeks anyway. It was over. It was heartbreaking and humiliating. It seemed every dream was crushed.
The older 3-series BMW with its leather interior, seat warmers, and cushy accessories held little of its previous sparkle. Not that it wasn't a very nice car; it just seemed so much less important now. She thought curiously about that as she rounded a corner and looked for a space outside the Social Services building. It was crowded. Although it was frightening to be there herself, knowing that with the depressed economy so many other people were in need, was something of a small comfort. She was tired of feeling so alone.
As she walked in, she noticed two nice looking men in suits watching her from a distance. They smiled casually looking her up and down...something slightly predatory in their demeanor. Amber picked up her pace and headed for the front doors feeling their eyes on her ass.
Two hours later, humiliated and hopeless, Amber walked back out the front doors of the large building. She only qualified for a small amount of food stamps. They treated her like dirt because she clearly wasn't of the right class who typically make use of their services and assistance.
As she walked back to her car, past a homeless man and his dog, she wondered how much worse things could get. Tears filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
"Miss, are you alright?" an unfamiliar voice called from a shiny black Mercedes.
Amber recognized him as one of the men she'd seen outside the office earlier.
"Um, yes, I'm okay. Thanks." She kept walking.
"If you're here, it can't be good. I think I may be able to help you, if you want to hear me out." He offered kindly.
Amber knew better than to just hop into some strange man's car, handome or not. But she was destitute, desperate, hopeless, and needed to talk to someone. So she looked at the handsome dark haired man with his curiously helpful brown eyes and said "okay." He popped the door open for her and she carefully got in.
"My name is John," he smiled genuinely.
"I'm Amber." She replied shyly.
John took her to lunch and listened intently to her story. He offered a tissue when she cried at the tough spots and hugged her when they got up to leave. She admired his strong jaw, dark handsome eyes, and his substantial height. She guessed that at 5'1" herself, he must have been 6'4" the way he towered over her.
When she had finished her story, John told her that he had helped a lot of girls in situations like hers and that if she could keep an open mind, he could help her become independent and very wealthy.
A Business Opportunity
"First, this is not prostitution. The women who work for this organization are not "Call Girls" or anything like that. We simply provide a lifestyle for you and for our investors. They will treat you very well; even lavish you with affection, gifts, and all your needs will be taken care of. You will never need to get a "job" or worry about the bills. You will have the freedom to persue your own interests and your life during your free time. You will make friends here. You will be cared for entirely. How does that sound?" He watched carefully for her reaction.
Amber was young but she wasn't stupid. "But I will have to... have sex won't I? What else?"
"You have to be willing to do whatever they want. That means anything. Which brings me to my next question, what kind of experience have you had? " John inquired matter-of-factly.
Amber tried to close her mouth. She'd done a lot with Holden and felt confident in her level of sexual knowledge.
"I've done a lot of different things" she replied naively.