Whore For The Night #2 (Taboo Erotic Fiction) (ePub)

One day, without warning, Jenny is accosted by a beautifully handsome man, obviously wealthy, who asks her how much she's worth for an hour. Fight as she might, Jenny quickly discovers that this man's assessment of her - that she's nothing but a wanton, horny whore - is entirely correct. This is a tight 5,000 word story about a woman who is taught by a sexy and powerful man that she's always been a lustful slut.

-EXCERPT-

But this man, Derick, this powerful man who bought her for ten thousand dollars, yet didn't ask to confirm his purchase, wasn't going to let her argue. He was pressing her hard against the door behind her, tight enough that she felt a bit of pain from his forcefulness, and his lips were completely entrapping her own, making it impossible to free herself.

It was difficult to think of a reason to free herself in the first place, though.

As she squirmed and pushed against him, he was quick to begin pulling away her clothes whenever he could, ripping off her top first, and rapidly pulling away her bra as well, in order to reveal her tits. Jenny tried to pull away, despite feeling a surge of pleasure as he kissed and fondled her, but there was no way that Derick was going to let her go. It wasn't in his plans at all.

"No no, not that," she gasped out, managing to pull her lips away from his for a moment. "I don't want you to..."

"Yes you do," Derick argued. "I know exactly what you're thinking."

"Y-you do?" Jenny stammered out.

His eyes gazed into hers once more, captivating her even as his strong hands explored her body, squeezing and fondling her tits and brushing along her back. Jenny could feel the urgency behind Derick's grasp, he had no softness to him, just rough power running along her body, his intense heat radiating out.

"I do," Derick affirmed. "You want this, even though you don't want to. I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to love it, but you're going to fight."

"N-no," Jenny tried to disagree, but barely stammered out her objection.

"Because you think you're a good girl, a girl who wouldn't do something like this," Derick explained. "But you're not. You're a slut, a whore, and when I'm done with you, you'll realize it."

Jenny's breath rushed in and out of her, her body tingling out of control in the midst of Derick's words. It was wrong, she knew it, but his voice and the things he said, she couldn't help but love the sound of it all. She was shaking as he stared at her, writhing as he fondled and groped her, and even though she still fought against him, she felt that defiance weakening in her heart.

"N-no," she stammered out again, just as weakly as before, but she felt she had to. If she stopped denying him vocally, she feared she'd just be admitting she was lost. "That's not true..."

Derick grinned. "I knew you'd deny it. Don't worry. You won't for long."