She was hungry for adventure, and circumstances weren't going to stop her.
Emily wasn't sure whether the place was a sex club or just a glorified brothel; she didn't know and she didn't care. But when she found it online she didn't hesitate, she simply drove there and presented her case to the owner. As expected, the woman had felt all the hesitation Emily hadn't, had been afraid she was being set up or that she would end up in trouble, so it took her quite a bit of convincing to get the woman to see things her way. In the end, however, Emily had succeeded.
Now she waited in that room decorated in pure whites and pinks, on a four post bed with a matching duvet, wearing nothing but the tiniest, sheerest babydoll as she toyed with the biggest teddy bear she had ever seen. And Emily had never felt any better, or sexier. Or more prepared to take her first cock deep inside her.
Her body tingled with anticipation as she lay on her tummy on the duvet, its fabric deliciously soft against her mostly exposed skin. Her perky breasts were barely contained by the delicate scalloped lace, her pebbled nipples clearly outlined as the fabric wrapped around the firm flesh. Held in place by flimsy spaghetti straps, it clung to her under her breasts to flow freely down her body to a whisper above her hips. The lace couldn't keep her ass from curious eyes, and the matching panties fit her snugly, disappearing between her round ass cheeks clearly displayed by her chosen position. Hugging her teddy's thick waist, Emily waited, her hips high in a silent offer, her breasts pressed against the bear as she displayed her assets, aware of the clear, unspoiled view of the room through the two large, mirrored windows strategically located. All she had to do was allure men with the promises of her sweet eighteen years old girl's innocence, and then the highest bidder would get to enjoy the pleasure of being the first to push his cock deep inside her youthful cunt.
Emily could barely wait.
She had been carefully clear when discussing her plan with Barbara: she wanted a big, strong man with a definite aura of dominance to him; someone who'd know what to do to her and that would make her feel good. He also had to have the right tool for the job -- she wasn't going to lose her virginity to a tiny cock! -- and last, but definitely not least, he had to be an older man with a penchant for young, tight pussy eager for the feeling of every drop of his cum deep inside her. After peeking into Barbara's skill for fulfilling the sexual fantasies of her clients, Emily was certain she would deliver. Her pussy tingled at the mere thought.
So even though she had been expecting this moment for what seemed an eternity, when the door finally opened, Emily was caught by surprise, so the shocked look she received her guest for the evening with was as authentic as it could be. Still on her tummy on the bed, Emily's long hair slid over her shoulder when she tilted her head to look at the newcomer, and when she rose a little on her elbow, she exposed the entirety of her body to her companion.
Her eager cunt tightened at the sight of him.
Barbara had indeed done as good a job as promised filtering the candidates, and the man that turned his eyes to her after closing the door behind him was all Emily had dreamed of, and probably more.
"Hi, Sir!" Emily greeted him, her hazel eyes wide, and her smile welcoming. Her body, on the other hand, assumed a position that, while lying on her side, allowed him not only to catch a glimpse of her rounded backside, but also kept her breasts clearly exposed to him.
That only lasted a second, though. Jumping off the bed, she quickly closed the distance between them and threw her arms around the man's neck, unashamedly pushing her young body against his and shivering at the feeling.
"Wow, what a welcome! Hi to you too, babygirl." The man's arms circled around her waist and as he pulled her close, his big hands ran up and down the length of her back before settling on her hips with a familiarity that made Emily shiver. Subtly, his long fingers cupped as much of her butt as they could in that seemingly innocent touch, and Emily arched her back a little, pushing her curves further into his hands.
"I'm Emily. What's your name?"
"You can call me Mr. Miller, babygirl. Or Sir."
A shiver ran down her body at that, pooling in her pussy. His tone, while warm, held a hint of authority to it that didn't go missing to her, for it pushed every one of her buttons. Coupled with his tall and strong body, fit for a man that had to be in his late forties, Barbara had, indeed, kept true to her word.
"I'm so glad you came, Sir! I was getting bored here all on my own with just Teddy to keep me company." Subtly rubbing her body against his tall, strong one, Emily smiled up at him.
Mr. Miller smiled down at her, his strong hands bringing her hips closer to him. There was a not so subtle brush against an appendage that, upon feeling its hardening at the contact, made Emily's heart flutter with excitement. That was the cock that was going to fill her up, the first one to ever pound her tight pussy, and she felt her core growing heavier with eagerness at the thought.
Smiling brightly up at him, Emily pulled apart from him and grabbing his hand, she brought Mr. Miller over the bed with her. The sight of him -- tall, strong, of his decidedly male aura -- on her pink bed made her knees weak. A part of her wanted to jump on his lap and plead with him he fucked her hard, but this scenario had been carefully crafted in her mind and she wanted it to play out just right. So instead she remained standing before him, exposed to his eyes -- and hands.
When Mr. Miller's hand ran up and down her exposed thigh, he did it with such an air of possession, making it so clear that he was aware that she was his for the night to do as he pleased, that Emily was robbed of her breath. His hand was big and warm, branding her pale skin as it went, and while his touch remained mostly innocent, it still let her know she belonged to him. Barbara must have informed him of her preferences as they had agreed to, and obviously Mr. Miller fit into the bill wonderfully.
"Oh, I bet someone would have come to play with you sooner or later. Barbara said she'd hate it for you to be all bored and alone tonight." His palm encompassed the back of her thigh, his fingers brushing not only the underside of her ass, but also the thinly concealed outline of her pussy lips. Emily barely repressed her gasp, and her eyes lost their focus for a moment -- not before taking notice of the grin on Mr. Miller's lips at her reaction.
"Mrs. Moore said I would have lots of fun here, but I was beginning to think no one would come join me and that I would have to have fun all on my own."
