Opening Pandora's Box - Chapter One - Sex Stories

Opening Pandora's Box - Chapter One

... it in my cherry hole. I could feel him screwing it into me, twisting it deliciously on each in-stroke. My orgasm was fast approaching as he reached with his other hand around past my waist and grabbed my swinging left tit, kneading it and tweaking my erect crinkly nipple. That added sensation tipped me over the edge and I came noisily with total abandon, and screeching obscenities. Whether it was my squeals of pleasure or the iron grip of my inner cunt muscles squeezing his cock, I felt him start to unload another heavy load of his cum, this time flooding my insides with his hot spunk. I fell forward onto my knees utterly spent, and with a masterly contortion, he followed me down, his cock still buried deep inside me and we both knelt there for what seemed like minutes, regaining our breath and composure. "Fuck me." I uttered. After a few moments, I got up and gently kissed him and walked over to the bathroom. The door closes behind me. I splash cold water over my face, look up into the mirror and watch as my 'mask' melts away, dripping in the basin and down the drain. Another successful eve. Another happy client. His bill was settled even before he said hallo to me. I was recommended to him a year or so ago by a fellow business acquaintance. I turn the shower tap on and stood under a purifying hail of water droplets. My mind trails on the latest news I heard ealier during the day. My body guard, who was in the adacent room, was cued by the water, My client got dressed and ...

... my body guard organised his driver to be ready to pick him up downstairs. He e****ted Chris out. I step out the shower, dry myself off and slipped into a pair of cottan shorts and a blouse. The morning rays have already appeared threw the d****s. This is one of the hotels I used when entertaining a client. It has been a long night and with my body guard at my side, I'm heading off home. The car comes to a halt outside my driveway, I climbed out and my bodyguard handed me the morning paper. "I'm done with it, you can have it if you want?" Coffee at hand, curled up on the couch, I read the article that follows on page 2. Casandra and a friend were picked up by two young men. Regulars that everyone knew. They were taken to a nearby park in the area, as soon as the girls got out, the men started man- handling them, pushing them around. Frightened, the two girls were crying, asking them to stop. They knew that they were in trouble. They were brutality beaten to a pulp. Tied up, there breasts were cut off, they were ****d and sodimized. Old rags that were soaked in gasoline, were shoved up there genitals and anal passage and set alight to get rid of any DNA. The young girl circummed from her injuries, but Casandra was still alive. As the two men jumped back in their car and drove away, Casandra, with the last bit of strength she had, dipped her nose in her own bl**d, for her hands and arms where broken, and wrote down the vehicle registration number. She died moments later. Society ...