19-year-old Jasmine walked slowly along the deserted road heading south. She left home 3 weeks before, leaving the hell she used to call home, as her stepfather was getting more and more violent. She left school at 16 and with no school degree; it was tough to find jobs. She has no money and she ate her last piece of cookie she had the day before. She felt so tired but she kept on walking while looking at small feet. No one seemed to use the road. If she fainted on this road, she could be left for dead and no one could save her. Her delicate face was covered with the hood of her sweatshirt and she was sweating under the sun.
A glimmer caught her eyes and she raised her hands to stop a coming car. Her savior! It was a black limousine and it stopped in front of her. A smile formed on her lovely face and her light green eyes lighted. She took her hood down and peered into the tinted mirror. After a few moments, the chauffer emerged from the car.
He opened the door for her and she timidly got into it. She loved the smell of the limo, closed her eyes and sniffed hard the scent of tobacco and a strong male cologne, smiling. Her eyes suddenly snapped opened when she realized that she was not alone in the limo. There was a handsome man sitting facing her and she quickly took a seat and smiled at him. He did not respond to her sweet fake smile. He was in his early 40s and he was wearing a white shirt that was opened at the neck showing his tan neck, black trousers that framed his lean long legs and an expensive pairs of leather shoes. His blonde hair was short and his deep brown eyes studied her making her felt so small. Her eyes then darted to the luxurious fruit basket between them involuntarily licked her lips while her stomach started growling for it and she tried to control the urge to ask the man for one piece of sweet red apple.
Eric Blake's cock stirred when the girl in front of him lick her lips eyeing the apples in the basket. He could simple sum up that this smelly, messy, long-legged red head was desperate. She looked slightly thin for his taste but her eyes and those legs mesmerized him. He could imagine those legs wrapping his waist while he pumped his cock into her and those eyes begging for more. His was becoming more aroused with that image in his mind. Her hands were dirty as well as her snickers and the backpack that she had with her. Yet, Eric was interested to know how those fingers can make him a very happy man. Eric knew that she was hungry, penniless and lonely.
The limousine moved swiftly along the road and Jasmine could not help but was lulled into deep slumber. When she opened her eyes, the car had stopped and someone had opened the door. She was brought into a big mansion on a top of a hill and the butler took her to the kitchen and served her with food. She thanked the butler with all her heart, but he did not say anything and left her. She ate to her heart content and in all her life; she had never tasted such wonderful food. The butler came into the kitchen again and instructed her to follow him.
She was in a huge office with a big table near the window and the handsome man was waiting for her sitting on his arm back leather chair. She stood nervously in front of him but she could not deny that those piercing brown eyes made her heart skipped a few beat. The silence was deafening.
"Thank you for the ride sir...Mr. And thank you for the food! You are my savior!" she broke the silence.
"Not a problem. What's your name? How old are you?" His voice was deliciously deep and that made her heart beat even faster.
"J...Jasmine...Jasmine Malloy. I...I'm 19."
"Jasmine Malloy...I have an offer for you."
"An offer?"
"Yes, a simple offer. Let me have sex with you and I will give you fifty thousand dollar every time you can satisfy me."
"What? I'm not a hooker!" She shrieked.
"I did not say that you are Jasmine. I just want to have sex with you and since you are in dire need of money, I will help you. Just consider this as a job."
Jasmine whole being trembled and she was so shaken by this man's blunt offer. She did need the money and that was a lot of money. She looked at the man facing her and shuddered with the thought of him fucking her pussy. She was not a virgin but she had sex only a few times when she was 15 and having Steve as a stepfather prevented her from seeing any boys.
"How many times do...do you want me to...h...have s...sex with you?"
"As many times as I want. Don't worry Jasmine. I won't hurt you and I am a man of my word."
"If...if...I refuse?"
"You can leave. You can continue hitchhiking, being penniless, while waiting for your next meal."
Jasmine contemplated her options and she had nothing to lose. Having this man fucking her was better than being penniless and hungry. She agreed and she later was brought into a large grand bathroom that was bigger than her own home. Her eyes dilated with the grand sight. Eric was standing behind her towering her with his physique and Jasmine at 5 feet 10 inches suddenly felt like a small child with his 6 feet 7 inches stature. He stopped before they reached a bathtub. From behind, Eric first loosened her ponytail and her long fiery hair covered her back. Then, he took off her sweatshirt and dropped it to the floor.
"Turn around Jasmine....Good. Look at me." He commanded.
Jasmine eyes rested on his handsome face and she noticed that his eyes were piercing into her green ones. She could feel his long fingers making their way up from the front of her baggy t-shirt to her breasts, his warm fingers played with her nipple, and she clenched her teeth to prevent herself from moaning. Eric then took out his hand from under her t-shirt and took the baggy t-shirt off her. To his surprise, her breasts were quite big compared to her frail frame but he was annoyed that her boobs were encased in that filthy cheap bra.
"Take off you bra."
