Page 17 of The Seller

Again, the image of his cock flashes inside my mind. Aside from the discipline, he barely touched me, but there is no doubt that he is inside my mind, controlling me, making me act out my restricted desires and animal needs by myself in the dark.

“Beautiful…”

My face flushes with heat as his voice comes from the shadows. Oh fuck.He’s still here.

Oh my fucking god.

“You make a very pretty night vision show.” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’ve not seen such an inventive use for bars before. You’re a horny girl, aren’t you.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Be nice,” he chides. “I might have you bend over, back that pussy up to the bars and take me that way - but not if you act out.”

I’ve riled myself up into a fit of arousal. My pussy is soaking. My clit is throbbing. He interrupted me right on the verge of finding my way to climax. The carnal truth of it all is that I want his cock inside me. I want to get fucked so fucking badly, and in the dark, I feel somehow freed. These shadows, this cage, they absolve me of responsibility. They make me a captive, and a captive can’t be responsible for her actions, can she? She’s helpless.

So, if I do bend over, and if I do press my ass up against the bars, and I do let the cock of the monster who has me slip inside me, that’s not my fault. It’s just what I have to do.

That’s what I tell myself as I bend and press my naked rear to the bars, vertical lines cool over the hot red stripes he left me with.

I can hear him, the soft growl he emits when I willingly display myself to him. Rationalizations and logic have no place now. Not now that I feel his big hands on my hips, the tip of his hard cock finding the seam of my lips. I let out a soft moan. I really do need to be fucked so badly. At this moment, it is a physical need, more than simple arousal. I need the touch of a man. I need him.

The moment I feel the tip of his cock touch my pussy, my world starts to spiral. It’s all over. I can’t pretend anymore. I’m letting him do this, I’m arching my back, letting the soft flesh of my cunt part around the hard head of him. I can still see that cock in my mind’s eye, I know how thick it is, I know what is to come, even as the big head of him runs up and down my wet slit.

Is he wearing a condom? It doesn’t feel like it. I should pull away. I should put a stop to this. There is no reason for me to make his job easier for him. I should force him to take me if that’s what he really wants. I shouldn’t lower myself to…

“Oh my goddd….” I let out a moan as he rocks forward and the hot head of him spreads my inner lips just enough that I can no longer say I haven’t fucked him anymore. He holds himself there at the precipice of the core of me. Is he hesitating? Is he making me wait? Time stops as I stand there, thighs trembling as he toys with the most intimate part of me.

Stavros

No pussy is like this. I’ve been inside a lot of women, but I’ve never felt this before. Just touching her cunt makes electricity shoot through me, all the way from my balls, up my spine to my scalp. Jesus, she’s perfect.

When I saw her start rubbing her pussy on the bars, I thought she was trying to lure me. Then I realized that she truly thought she was alone, that she was so fucking aroused she didn’t even have time to freak out about being in a cage. She didn’t fight the bars, she tried to fuck them.

That’s when my self control crumbled. There is nothing more erotic than a woman who wants to be fucked, who will do anything for a thick cock inside her wet hole. Siri is that girl right now, a teenage nymph whose soft lips are wrapping around the head of my dick perfectly.

I grab the bars and thrust forward, burying my dick deep inside her. Hot. Wet. Her pussy clutches me with a grip like no other. She’s so fucking hungry for me. The sounds she’s making are guttural and animal like, her hips are grinding and pushing back against the bars, making her soft curves press through them in a lewd way.

It’s just sex. Caged sex, but still, just sex. Why does it feel so fucking good? She’s tight. She’s hot. She’s wet, and best, or maybe worst of all, she’swrong.I could fuck anyone, but I shouldn’t be fucking her. I should be maintaining mental distance, keeping objectivity.

Usually that wouldn't be a problem. I’m not a man who gets attached. I’m not a man who values pussy all that highly. Hell, I’m borderline sociopathic. But right now, I’m feeling things. Her tight cunt wrapped around me, first and foremost, but something more. Something that starts in my chest and flowers out to fill my body with something like desire, but deeper.

What is it? I plunge deep inside her, then pull out. Being away from her is like pulling away from a piece of myself. I want to be back inside her. Ineedto be back inside her. I can’t help gripping her hips, hating the bars almost as much as she must.

That feeling is growing with every stroke. Is it orgasm? A more powerful kind of climax? Does she have a magic cunt? I mean, it’s a pretty fucking good pussy, but that can’t be all of it. I can feel excitement charging through me, but more than that, I feel emotion rushing through my veins. Each stroke is taking me closer to climax, but it’s taking me closer to something else too, a realization that comes crashing through my nervous system and assaults my brain just as my cum starts to jet from my cock.

Oh fuck no. Not this. It can’t be this. No. God. Fucking. No.

Not. Love.

I can’t love her. I don’t know her. This is madness. This is literally not possible. It’s just sex. It’s her soft body wrapped around mine, drawing me in, casting that female spell.

I try to pull free before I fill her up. Cumming inside a girl I’m planning to sell is a bad idea. Buyers don’t like it when their girls arrive swelling with babies in their belly. It happens from time to time, though not with me. I’m careful. I use condoms. I put my girls on birth control. I… I’m fucking cumming inside her.

“Jesus!” I scream to a savior who won’t help me as my seed rushes inside her, filling her hot little hole and bringing my world crashing down around me.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

She collapses down on the floor of the cage and lies there, panting softly. It’s amazing how little light the eye really needs to make out the important shapes in the dark. The curve of her breast, the swerve of her thigh. She’s stunning in the shadows and even though I can’t see her face, I can feel her eyes locking onto mine.

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