The Collar 7 - Sex Stories

The Collar 7

... anyway.”

“Really.” Brian said dryly. He handed her another five hundred, and she put that in her purse, too, smiling and feeling very relieved. “Will you come into my house now? I'll drive you over to the diner in the morning.”

“Thank you!” she said, smiling brightly, happy that she was safe from getting beat up.

“Just wait there.” he said. “I'll get the door for you.” He opened his door, then walked around the front of the car and opened hers, taking her hand as he helped her out.

“Thank you, sir.” she said respectfully, smiling. “I feel like a lady and not just a whore.”

“Are you a whore?” he asked. “I don't think you are. I think you're just a pretty girl who fell in with the wrong guy.”

She followed him into his house and looked around at his kitchen. It had an island in the middle, complete with a wooden cutting board. Pots and pans were hung up on hooks and knives were on a magnetic strip on the wall beside the stove. It was decorated in a bright yellow theme, but he led her right through into his living room and sat her down in the middle of his couch.

“Should I take my clothes off?” she asked him, looking around at the room. Her eyes landed on a painting of a woman standing in a grassy meadow with her back turned. She was looking off into the distance at a group of horses who were running parallel to the artist.

“Do you want to take your clothes off?” he asked, sounding amused.

“Not really.” she said. “But if you're going to fuck me I don't ...

... want them to get messed up.”

“How about if you just take off your top? I'd really to see your nipples. If they are small areola with perky pink nipples; well, those are my favorite kind, and I'd gladly put my cock between them so you can suck on the tip of it. I can already tell that you're a small “B” cup, which is my favorite size, but if your nipples match... Well, you'll be a keeper for sure!” he said.

She blushed. “They are pink, and I hope my areola aren't too big for you.” she said, embarrassed. “I've never sucked one before, though. You're going to have to teach me how, okay?”

“Sucking on mine will be easy for you, my dear. You only have to go down as far as you are comfortable with. I REALLY don't want you to hurt yourself, okay?”

She smiled at him, more than a little grateful for his friendliness. Marcus had been more than a little rude. Insulting, technically, but she was indebted to him and owed a lot more than she was able to pay back. She had crashed her car into his by accident, and agreed to do whatever he wanted to keep the police from being involved.

She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, then looked at the painting once more to avoid looking at him. She was embarrassed by her partial nudity, and could only hope that her nipples were up to his standards.

“Just so you know, they are perfect.” he said, and she smiled at him, glancing at his face to see if he was telling her the truth. He was; she could detect no lie in him at all. “What's ...