The air inside the small pool house was thick with the scent of damp wood and the chlorine on my skin made me slightly nauseous, sending a chill down my spine. I admire the beams of morning sunlight filtering through the small, dusty window, casting a soft glow on the ground and half of the bed. I sit up, pulling my knees up to my chest.
Trying to distract myself from the foreboding boredom I slide off the bed, starting a slow pace around the room, glancing at the clock every now and then. Each minute seemed to tick by slower than the last. After what seemed like hours, but was in fact only 15 minutes. I sit back down onto the bed.
Looking up I see that the ceiling is speckled with old water stains, shaped in strange, irregular patterns. I squint trying to make them into something familiar. One stain looked like a ship, maybe a pirate ship, and beside it, a blob that might've been a whale. I sigh, maybe I should just sleep to pass the time, the sun is warm. I might as well use it to my advantage. I close my eyes but to no avail, I'm too antsy and there's too much sunlight.
Time stretched on and I try counting the cracks in the floorboards and lines connecting the bricks on the walls for a while. I eventually gave up once I was sure I counted them all. I looked back at the clock to see that 50 minutes had passed, I was sure that it had been longer than that, it felt like forever. I listen to the birds outside and hum to myself quietly
Finally, I felt a wave of relaxation come over me. I lay down on my back, staring at the stained ceiling again, this time without trying to make shapes. I drifted.
The sound of footsteps outside the door made my shallow nap dissipate. I keep still, groggily just laying there with my eyes still shut. I hear the jangle of keys and listen as the door opens. He doesn't speak for a little bit, making me open my eyes and perch myself up on my elbows
"Come," he says, his voice smooth but cold.
I hesitate for a moment, slowly rising from the bed. He turns and struts off, I follow him quickly
He doesn't speak as we walk, and I didn't dare ask what was the matter. The silence between us was oppressive, a reminder of the invisible chain that bound me to his whims. We reach the back door and he opens it and it lets out a soft creak, he gestures me in, following behind. He points to the stool that I was sitting on this morning. I climb onto it and sit there with my hands in my lap. He waltzes toward me.
His dark eyes scanned my face, his lips curling into a smile as his gaze reached my eyes. Neither of us spoke, he sighed quietly, stepping even closer. I study him quickly, he's wearing suit pants and a tucked into white button up. I get a smell of the warm sweat radiating from his body and I bite my bottom lip sheepishly, turning away from his presence.
"Look at me" he demanded softy, reaching out to touch my leg. His hand was warm as he stoked my bare thigh, reminding me of my lack of clothes, just a big shirt that now because I'm sitting down is showing the fact that I'm not wearing underwear. My breath caught in my throat, and I suddenly become immensely self aware.
"Can I put some more clothes on, please?"
I say quietly looking down at his hand, which had now moved further up my thigh.
"Not yet, I need to relieve some stress" his eyes flick up to mine, and my stomach swirls.
His hand continued its path toward my privates, gliding over my slit, which was pressed together by my legs. His hand slid down, pushing my legs apart. I watch as he kneels down onto one knee, his face level with my pelvis. He uses his thumb to gently play with my clit, rubbing circular motions around the sensitive area.
I swallow my saliva as I watch. My stomach twisting with intention, for the first time since he's had me here, I want him, deeply. My body feels like it's aching for him and I know It's wrong.
"How are you so wet already?" He scoffs, his eyes darting up to burn into mine.
My parted lips quiver at the intensity of his gaze. His eyes stay locked onto mine as he leans forward, licking once up to my clit. I furrow my eyebrows, hoping for more but he stands back up. I watch as he unbuttons his pants, letting himself free. My insides twist at the sight and I don't want to wait any longer.
My mouth forms the words before I have a chance to think "Please" I groan and I bite my lip again, to stop any more subconscious words escaping.
"Please? Well aren't you good girl?" He grins, pulling me onto the kitchen counter, his mouth connects with mine in a deep kiss which makes my head buzz as he steps between my legs. He continues the kiss as he pushes into my walls, my legs wrapping around him tightly as I break from the kiss to moan.
"horny?" He scoffs in an impressed tone, thrusting into me harder making me grip his shoulders. His eyes burn into mine with a unique passion, different than his usual gaze.
I let out a loud groan as he pushes deeper, I stop myself from sliding back on the bench by holding onto him. He kisses me, biting at my lips. I return the kiss, biting his hard. He groans into my mouth and starts thrusting slower, making sure to get deep into me. The kiss disconnects as my mouth opens wide, unable to make a noise from the sheer pleasure. I stare into his eyes.
"Mhhmm" he moans, smiling at me. His hands roaming my body tenderly. I wince when they run over my bruised hips, but quickly forget as he continues to bury himself into me. He pulls out, sliding me off the counter and turns me around to bend me over. I glance at the little wet puddle near the edge of counter top from where I was sitting. I must be really wet.
He pushes my back down and I lay my face on the cold counter, moaning as he sinks back in. My walls tighten around him as he thrusts with intention, deep like before.
"Ohhh good girl" he groans, kissing between my shoulder blades. I feel one of his hands make its way to my ass, squeezing it tightly before his thumb glides over my asshole. It makes me let out a low groan and he chuckles.
"Do you want me to put it in?" He whispers leaning into my ear. His pace continues normally as I try to gather my thoughts.
"I don't know" I speak breathlessly, trying to comprehend as my head buzzes with pleasure.
He clears his throat quietly, moving his thumb away only to bring it to my mouth. The weight of his body pushes me into the counter and makes him sink deeper into me as he leans forward, sticking his thumb into my mouth. He brings it back to my rear, still thrusting slowly.
"Just a little" he states and I feel the pressure of his finger against my hole. I bit my lip, bracing myself for this new experience. As his thumb makes its way inside I sigh, it's not as bad as I thought it'd be. Just very tight feeling, as his pace continues slowly he moves his thumb slightly in rhythm. I get the appeal of anal stuff, it's a strange feeling but good. A moan escapes my mouth as he quickens his thrusts, matching it with his thumb in my ass.
He strikes my behind once, hard and I let out a squeal, my walls tighten and I feel my ass tighten around his finger as well. He continues striking me and as time goes on and I clench my walls more I become more uncomfortable by his thumb in me. The feeling was nice to begin with it was a new feeling but now I feel dirty.
"can you stop please sir" I say, trying to move away from him
"What?" He says, stopping completely.
"Your thumb, I don't like it anymore" I say quietly. Hoping not to upset him. He doesn't say anything, but he takes his thumb out, resting the hand on my behind. He starts up his rhythm again, this time slightly faster. His breathing growing ragged, our moans synchronised.
"Where do you want me to come?" He pants after not speaking for a few minutes. I can hear the rasp of exhaustion in his voice.
"Anywhere sir" I hum, my throat dry from my mouth being open.
His pace quickens and I feel my wetness start to spatter down my leg. Why am I so wet when I don feel more turned on than usual, maybe it's just my body. The noise of his penis squelching in and out of my walls was enough to give me butterflies. His breath became fast and loud as his thrusts slowed, I feel as he unloads into me, the warm semen coating my insides. He collapses onto of me, our body's heaving together. I close my eyes. He didn't pull out, he just lays on me for about 30 seconds catching his breath. Finally he pulls out, very slowly. Letting his seed follow in succession.
"Let's go have a shower" he pants as he turns me around to face him. His face speckled with sweat.
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Kidnapped and sold
Fantasía*TW* !!!!VERY SMUTTY!!!! 17 year old Tyla gets kidnapped and sold to a seemingly charming man. Will she get out? This story was never meant to be anything more than a silly little thing I wrote in my notes app years ago, but here I am. Dm me suggest...
