Sweet Peeper by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Sweet Peeper by loyalsock

... cock through the fabric and then giggle. Dear God he loved virgins! He growled and looked at her and made his choice. He snatched her hand as she went to trace his cock again and slapped it hard. She squealed and he laughed. &#034You'll touch when you are told to touch.&#034 She nodded. &#034Stand up,&#034 he ordered her and she complied immediately. Owen began to examine her, she was a fine specimen. Large breasts, wide hips, sweet unmarked skin and a pretty face on top of it all. He smiled. He liked. He reached out and gently touched her chin and raised her face up. He looked into her eyes. There was no fear there, hunger . . . desire . . . excitement . . . but no fear. Grabbing her shirt he ripped it open and let her breasts spill out. She was shocked and let out a yelp. Grabbing her nipples between his fingers he squeezed until she yelped louder and tried to pull away. He looked back into her eyes, grabbing her hair he pulled her face to his and he peered into her, there was fear there now. Good he liked fear. Taking a great handful of her hair he pushed/pulled her towards the huge four poster bed. As they went he used his free hand to shred the back of the peasant blouse as well and leave her topless, tatters hanging from her hips. Her big tits swaying as she walked, nipples rock hard. Her breathing a panting now. He thrust her forward and she grabbed the bed post for balance. Reaching down to the floor he grabbed two strips of the ripped shirt and turned back to her. ...

... As she went to pull her hands down he swatted her ass hard and grabbed one wrist and put it back to the post. Understanding she grabbed the post again with both hands. Looping the shreds of fabric around her wrists he made quick work of tying her in place there. Once sure she was secure he stepped back and opened his shirt as well. He was sweating already from his own excitement. Yes, this is what he needed. He crouched down and put his hands under her skirt and petticoat and lifted them up. There was so much fabric it began to bunch so he let it fall again and laughed. He spun around and walked to the mantle over the fireplace and grabbed down a small dagger and then strode back to her, sliding the steel blade from its sheath. Grabbing the fabric again he sliced the knife through it, cutting it into strips and ripping them away. Each discarded shred made her shudder in excitement. As he ripped the cloth he began to rest the tip of the knife against her flesh, pushing in slightly. She moaned at the pain and shook from the fear she allowed herself. He cut apart the whole back of her skirt and the entire petticoat leaving her ass in leggings only. He reached down and grabbed her sweet ample cheeks and squeezed them. She shook and moaned, and had a small climax. He laughed and swatted her ass hard as she came and shivered. This one was going to be fun. Grabbing the center seam to the leggings he pulled and ripped them apart, leaving her legs covered but her ass and sweet virgin ...