Melissa and Trent

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Melissa sighed softly as she pinched her nipples. She was scared and aroused. This was to be her first meeting with her new owner. She knew that he would want her as aroused as possible. She was to always be aroused and ready to be used. She was determined to please him.

Trent smiled as he thought of what would be happening later. He would be meeting his new toy at the bar. Little did she know, he would be fucking her tonight, whether she wanted him to or not.

Melissa tugged on the short skirt she wore. Trent had told her to make sure he could easily grab her ass tonight. Well the skirt was barely long enough to cover her ass, so she hoped it would be alright. The top wasn’t much better, the cut was so low that she was sure if she moved wrong everyone would be able to see her tits. But, again, it was what he wanted and she wanted very much to please him. With a worried sigh, she walked into the bar.

Trent watched as Melissa came into the bar. He knew her on sight. The clothes she wore were perfect. The innocently scared attitude was even better. He got up as she walked to the bar. He slid up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“You look like a good little whore. Why don’t you step outside with me and let me get to know you a little better?” He laughed as she stiffened and started to protest. “Hello, Melissa.” The words instantly quieted her.

Melissa’s heart was pounding as Trent ordered drinks for them. This was the first time she had seen him. He scared her a little, coming up behind her the way he did. But it had excited her more than she cared to admit when he called her a whore. She squirmed on the bar stool. The skirt had ridden up, almost showing her bare pussy. And the shirt constantly shifted, almost showing her tits.

Trent smiled and put a hand on Melissa’s knee, hoping to calm her. She looked ready to bolt and he didn’t want that. She was blushing and squirming like a little kid.

“Let’s take a little walk? You look about ready to run away from me.” Trent chuckled and carefully took her hand, leading her to the door. Goddamn! That skirt was driving him nuts! He smiled as the material shifted and he caught a glimpse of her bare ass.

Melissa took a deep breath illegal bahis as they walked outside. She wanted very much to run, but something else was demanding that she stay. She sighed and turned to Trent. He smiled and held her hand a little tighter.

“I won’t hurt you, unless you want me too. Do you want that? Do you want to hurt for me?” He held his breath and slowly pulled her closer. Her whine was almost to soft to hear and her breath seemed to come in little gasps. “You want me, don’t you?”

Melissa could not seem to get any air into her lungs. She though she would pass out at any moment. But she nodded. Yes, yes, she very much wanted this man. A man she knew almost nothing about and had only just met. God, she had never wanted anything more in her life!

Trent smiled and slowly directed her to his car. His hand went from her waist to her ass. It was big and round and bare under the tiny skirt. He stopped her at his car and carefully pushed her against it, his hand squeezing her ass. Her moan made his cock jump.

“You are such a slut, letting a man you barely know fondle you.” He whispered into her ear and pressed his body against hers. There was no mistaking the feeling of his hard cock against her ass. “That is what you want isn’t it? To just be a little fuck slut?” His breathing was speeding up as his hand wandered to the front, searching out her slick pussy.

Melissa could not stop the moan as he fondled her, any more than she could stop her body from pushing back against him. “Yes.” Was all she could manage to say.

Trent moaned softly and pressed even more firmly against her ass. “Get your fucking ass in my car, bitch.” He growled, pushing her against the car again.

Before Melissa could fully understand what was happening, she was in the car. She had no idea what had made her do it, but she was in for it now. There would be no turning back.

It took only a few quiet minutes before they reached the motel Trent wanted. He had already booked a room and had it ready to go. He looked over at Melissa as they pulled in. He smiled as the realization of what she was doing fully dawned on her.

“There is no turning back now. You have teased me all night long. If you are going to dress illegal bahis siteleri and act like a slut, you sure as hell are going to be fucked like one.” Trent got out as she bit her lip and blushed. Crossing quickly to her side, he yanked open the door and grabbed her hand, pulling her out.

Melissa opened her mouth to protest, but Trent was already dragging her to the room. “I… I…”

Trent laughed and pushed her into the room, watching as she stumbled and almost went to her knees. He locked the door and turned to her. “Well, now, let’s see how you look, my little whore.”

Melissa was shaking and took a step back as Trent advanced towards her. “Nuh…” Her shirt was spread open, revealing her tits before she could finish.

Trent’s hands seemed to take on a life of their own as they grabbed and pinched and twisted Melissa’s tits and nipples. He laughed at her whimpering moans. “That’s it, moan for me, you stupid cunt.” A hand went to her throat as he backed her against the wall. As it tightened, her hands grabbed his wrist. His other hand continued to maul her tits. “I know you like this. You whores are all the same. Show a bit of brute strength and you will fall to your knees and beg for more.” His hand tightened more as his other hand slid down to her crotch. He was not surprised at the wetness there. He pressed against her clit, rubbing it as he watched her eyes roll back.

Melissa could not believe what was happening. As Trent’s grip tightened and he called her names, her pussy became soaked. As he rubbed her clit, Melissa felt herself quickly nearing orgasm. The hand at her throat was tightening more as she came. She could not breathe at all. The orgasm ripped through her harder than she had ever had before.

Trent watched as the girl came. “That’s it, whore, that’s it. Cum for me.” He tightened his grip and moaned as he watched her fight to breathe. “God, yes! Cum!” His fingers slid into her tight pussy and he quickly began pounding her, encouraging her to cum again.

Melissa sagged to the ground when Trent finally released her throat. She was sobbing and shaking, but God! That had been the best orgasms she had ever had!

Trent reached down and gently pulled Melissa to her canlı bahis siteleri knees. She looked up and was greeted by the sight of his hard cock. The tip was oozing precum. Melissa shyly leaned forward and took a little lick. Trent moaned softly and tangled his hand in her hair. It didn’t take long before she was choking and gagging, trying to take him down her throat.

Trent held Melissa’s head still as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. He was moaning as she looked up with teary eyes and her nails dug into his legs. A few more pumps and he suddenly pulled out, rocking her back on her heels as he sprayed cum across her face.

Melissa lay on the bed, her legs spread wide. Trent had his face buried in her cunt, his nails cutting into her legs as she struggled to move. He nipped at her clit and forced his tongue into her wet hole. That pushed her over the edge and she came again and again.

Trent lifted his head and licked his lips. ” Mmmm, God you really are a whore, aren’t you?” Melissa nodded and whined.

“Please, please, Sir, fuck me?” She begged. Trent laughed and rubbed his cock against her pussy. Melissa moaned and bucked her hips.

“Are you sure you want it? Once you get it, you belong to me.” Trent pushed the tip against her pussy.

Melissa didn’t hesitate, her hands went to his arms and she nodded. “I need to be yours, Sir. Please take me? Please take me like the whore I am?”

Trent moaned and shoved his cock into her pussy as hard as he could. “Wish granted.” He growled in answer to her scream. His hand went back to her throat and he looked deep into her eyes as he pounded her.

Melissa’s eyes rolled back as she came around his cock. The hand at her throat tightened until she could barely breathe.

“Don’t you fucking pass out on me, bitch.” Trent was gasping for breath as he got close to cuming. She was so fucking tight around his cock.

Melissa’s eyes flew back open and she bucked her hips, sensing his orgasm. She moaned loudly, milking his cock.

“That’s it, slut. That’s it. God, yes.” Trent gave one last hard pump before he filled her with cum. His hand closed around her throat at the peak of his orgasm. Her resulting orgasm milked the last of the cum from his cock. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing hard, and lay there as his cock slowly softened.

“Next time, my little whore, I will be taking that ass of yours.” He chuckled at her whine and rolled to lay next to her.

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