The Taking of Jodi - Sex Stories

The Taking of Jodi

... when I get through with you. You will beg me to fuck you again and again and again. I own your body, but I want your soul.” An involuntary shiver ran through her body as his skilled hands made their way beneath her panties. He had taken her bra off while he spoke to her and now his hands played between the lips of her sex. She stood motionless, knowing her body was about to betray her. He kissed her neck as his fingers played with her clit. She could feel the warmth of her juices as they lubed the area between her legs. He chuckled. He slowly pushed her over to the bed and then turned her around. He stuck his fingers into her mouth. She was slightly revolted by the taste of her own juices but she was careful not to react in such a manner. He was still her master and she was his slave. If he deemed it so, she could be punished. He pushed her to the bed and she watched as he got undressed. His cock was just under 9”. He knew he was bigger than average and he expected that she was now scared of the pain she would endure from him. He then pulled her panties off and spread her legs open. She smelled intoxicating. After raping her mother, he knew she would be better. He tickled her for a few moments and then plunged open mouthed into her juices. She was so sweet. He was in heaven as he worked her pussy for more juices. He licked, sucked, and stroked her until he was able to entice an orgasm from her. She moaned and bucked into his face as she experienced her first real orgasm. ...

... Pure bliss radiated through her body as she climaxed. He pulled away as she came down and hovered above her. His face was still covered in her juices. “Clean my face off,” he commanded. She went to get off the bed for a towel but he held her there. “I didn't say get a towel, slave. I said clean my face off.” A little confused, she sat up and timidly licked his cheek. “That’s right. Lick it off like the whore you are,” he said. She continued to lick his face, trying not to gag with each stroke. She had just experienced the most pleasurable thing in her entire life and now she was being forced to do the most disgusting thing. When she was done, she tried to kiss him but he grabbed her throat and pushed her to the bed. “No kissing, slave,” he said. “You are a slave, not my wife. I will fuck you but I will not kiss you.” He positioned himself above her pussy, not wanting to wait any longer. He did have the idea of her giving him a blow job but he couldn't wait any longer for her sweet innocence. He pushed his cock to just inside her pussy and she tensed up. He had warned her not to fight it, but it probably couldn't be helped since she was about to lose her virginity. He went in slowly and he watched as her eyes closed tight as she expected the tearing of her womanhood. He came to it and stopped. It was going to hurt, and he wanted her to remember who took it. He pulled out slightly and then forced his way past it, tearing it. She screamed as he groaned. She was tight. She held onto ...