European Nightmare Part VI - Sex Stories

European Nightmare Part VI

... about it. She was helpless and everybody knew it. “And this,” Jeremiah almost whispered while rubbing the outside of her knickers, “this pretty little pussy. Your mistress tells me you never had a cock inside you before coming here, is that true, Holly? And before you answer, know that if I think you’re lying, you’ll regret it.” “Yes, Sir,” Holly seemed ashamed but was really remembering what she had lost in so short a time. “Wowee. And you’ve been fucked here, haven’t you?” He rubbed her pussy on the outside of her panties. “Yes, Sir,” “And have you cum?” Jeremiah asked, his rubbing quickening. “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, Holly, you little slut, even after being abducted, raped and beaten you still came? Well!?” “Yes, Sir,” Holly was increasingly embarrassed by the questions he asked as she started to feel the effects of his gentle genital stimulation. “I never knew the English were such whores,” Jeremiah said, abruptly pulling his hand away from her crotch, “you don’t deserve me rubbing your cunt then, do you, Holly?” Holly resisted the not very strong urge to move to his hand. Despite what Jeremiah may have believed, a quick rub of her pussy would not get her dripping wet. Not that he gave any thought to whether Holly was horny or not. All he cared about was himself and enjoying the treasures this girl had to offer him. Greta had always treated him magnificently but she had really outdone herself this time. Though he knew Holly’s real age, she still seemed young, looking at her; ...

... seeing her on the street, he would have thought her just 16. As he took his hand from her crotch, he looked from her angelic face to her bulging chest and began to salivate as he stared at her tits. Their outline was clearly visible through a tight fitting shirt clearly not made for such an ample chest, the buttons stretched almost to breaking point and the outline of her bra and pale skin visible through the thin linen. Keeping one hand round her waist, he took one of her soft round globes. Purring with delight, he roughly dug his nails into the soft flesh. Though her breasts gave to his touch, there was some resistance and he imagined how such firm young tits would look naked. “I think it’s time to get that shirt off,” Jeremiah whipped his hand away from her breast and began to undo the tartan cravat, “untuck it from your skirt for me, sweetie.” Holly obliged, reaching around to untuck the fabric. It made little difference; the shirt was so short it barely reached her waistband. Then she watched Jeremiah try to undo her top button with just one finger. His fat fingers made it difficult and she watched with trepidation as he became increasingly frustrated. After trying once more, he grunted in frustration and clicked his fingers. “You do it,” he barked at the woman. “slowly!” As the woman reached over, Holly turned to focus on the woman for the first time. Her vision was obscured as the elegant figure reached over her shoulder and daintily undid the top button of her shirt but ...