Part One
I met the love of my life while on vacation in Amsterdam. She was a nineteen year old Korean/American girl working as a protistute at one of the best brothels in The Dam. She hadn’t been in the business that long and at first I didn’t even know her name. I’d paid the highest premium in order to receive what I was told would be “a living sex doll performance”.
She arrived at my hotel at ten in the morning. I’d paid for a whole day.
“Shhhhh,” I whispered.
I brushed her long dark hair from her shoulder and kissed the sweet slope of her neck.
“Shhhhh......quiet now, sweetheart.”
I stood behind her, hands on her slight hips, the iron bar in my pants bumping her ass. She was trembling, unable to camouflage her nerves now that she was wearing the blindfold. Inside darkness she was. There was touch and taste and smell and sound, but no seeing and no talking.
“Unless I ask you something......okay?”
“Okay,” she said, licking her lips. Her voice was small and weak and unsure.
“Good girl,” I said.
I made her stand erect, hands by her sides, her small breasts pushing out. Standing at attention. I kissed the back of her neck, delicate pecks down between her shoulder blades and the straps of the little black dress she wore. I’d requested the dress. I’d toyed with a schoolgirl uniform, but somehow the little black party dress is so much sexier. My palms stroked her shoulders and I noticed her nipples harden under the dress as I slid down past her elbows to her wrists.
“Do you like being a prostitute?”
“Sometimes,” she said.
“Have you had a hundred cocks inside you?”
“Not yet.”
“How many?”
“Twenty, thirty, maybe.....but never like this.”
I drew her wrists together behind her back and she took a deep breath.
“I like it if I find the guy horny,” she added.
She whinced as I squeezed her wrists and her expression contorted anxiously.
“Ow!” she snapped.
“Shhhh,” I hissed behind her ear.
I choked her wrists in my fists and sensed a shiver of trepidation. She ran the tip of her tongue through her lips and took a breath, the nipples of her bra-less breasts pointing as she puffed her chest.
She was a petite girl, as I’d requested.
“You’re very pretty,” I said, tying her wrists together.
She wanted to respond, I could see she wanted, but she chose not to.
Padded leather shackles I’d bought from the sex shop. Gentle on her wrists, yet binding and restrictive. Her breathing became a little heavier and my hands held her hips and I pulled her hard bum against my hard cock, the arc of my stiff shaft pressing against the cheeks of her ass through our clothing.
I wondered whether her pussy was as wet as my dick was hard.
I felt myself growl with lust and my hands slid around her waist and I hugged her, holding her small frame against me. I felt like a bear trapping a lamb. Her beautiful submission was everything. As I squeezed my prey, her head rested back against my chest and I kissed her behind the ear and then kissed her neck and the edge of her jaw. She was so pretty, so sweet and even though a whore, she had a delicious virgin quality. My cockhead was dripping, I could feel it in my shorts, but I managed to curb my simmering lust.
With one arm I trapped her against me and with the other I stroked her slim neck. I could feel her bound hands between my legs and her swallow as my palm squeezed her throat. She shivered again, which I found delightful.
“Open your mouth,” I said, turning her face up to me.
I cradled her, holding her face toward mine. She appeared helpless in the blindfold, paid for and willing. Her mouth opened. A soft, bee-stung pout shimmering with schoolgirl lip-gloss. I held her there for a good two minutes, admiring her. Her breathing increased as the seconds edged by, waiting for me to use her in some way. Her slight frame in my bear arms. She wriggled a little and I coiled my arm to crush her against me as I squeezed her neck.
“You’re the most beautiful girl,” I said.
I ran the tip of my tongue along her upper lip, licking off the lip-gloss. And again, feather-lite across her bottom lip. And again, wet trails along each lip, rimming her mouth right into the corners, brushing the tip of her tongue.
“Push your tongue out a little.”
She did and I sucked the tip. The suck turned into a suckle and I pushed her tongue with mine. Back into her mouth. As our lips slid together I felt her body relax in my embrace. It only made me squeeze her tighter and tighter and tighter as our tongues duelled and our lips hungrily mauled one another.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed involuntarily.
“Shhhh,” I countered.
Her weight sank into my bear-hug and I held her as tight as I could, crushing her as our breathless kissing accelerated into a frenzy. My tongue in her mouth, her tongue probing mine, the tips dancing between our slippery lips. As I pulled my lips from hers, her mouth gaped and her tongue searched the air for mine.
I ran my thumb across her wet lips, back and forth.
“Delicious mouth,” I said, pushing her tongue into it with my thumb.
I slowly pushed my thumb in and out of her mouth, feeding my little doll. She sucked on it as if it were a tiny cock and I knew her slut was free. Her little cunt was wet now, I was certain.
“Do you have a wet pussy, sweetie?”
She nodded and I began running my damp thumb around her mouth in slow circled.
“Tell me....” I said.
She took a breath and I sensed a slight confusion from her, until she figured it out.
“My pussy is all wet......all wet for you....”
It was a perfect answer, as she found out with my reward of more kisses. Deep randy kisses, loving and hungry as I coiled my arm around her again and stroked her neck.
“Would you like to show me how wet your pussy is, sweetie?”
She nodded and said teasingly, “Your wish is my command, Sir.”
I kissed and licked her mouth again, then loving pecks across her cheeks until I came to her ear.
“Kneel down,” I whispered.
I took her weight in my arms. Her knees bent, trusting I’d catch her. The girl was as light as a leaf and easy to handle. Her knees met the floor and her bottom sank back onto her heels, thighs melting together with her round knees protruding fom under her little black dress.
She gazed into the air as if blind. The bandana across her eyes kept all things black. Kneeling in darkness, her hands bound behind her back. Waiting and breathing and hearing me above. Her bosom heaved, whether from excitement or fear I couldn’t tell. Either way her silent desperation was thrilling.
I began to undress, fawning over my waiting fucktoy. She was patient as I took my time and I thought on a couple of occasions she wanted to speak.
It was very calm, very still in the room. Just a stubtle hum of traffic far below.
“How do you feel?” I asked, stepping out of my jeans.
“A little bit nervous,” she said after a few seconds of consideration.
“Scared?”
The girl shook her head.
“Excited?”
“Uh-huh?” she said meekly.
“How does your cunt feel?” I said, stepping to her.
She sensed it as I cut out the light from the window, casting her in shadow.
“I’m nearly gonna cum,” she confessed.
My cock was rigid, bloated and throbbing, soaring almost vertical.
“You’ve made my cock so stiff,” I said.
