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“You may change in a bathroom if you’d like.”
Cathy had been led to a plush room, too large to be called a bedroom, although it contained several beds. Also a stage and lots of folding chairs. It had full mirrors on all sides and the ceiling. There were drapes and large plants tastefully positioned, such as in corners, to soften the otherwise boxy dimensions. There were no windows. The open alcoves had sinks and toilets, but provided a girl no privacy whatsoever. She hadn’t expected the debasement to start quite so soon.
Once the situation became clear Cathy knew that some of the payment her family owed would require her to display her naked body for the purpose of male entertainment. Although beautiful, she was also body shy, excessively so. She had never had a lover, never yet had to let a man see her naked, not even her nipples. Being seen naked was not, she kept telling herself, a fate worse than death. Some girls apparently even liked doing it! She was trying to convince herself it would be fun. In a way it was good that this man was forcing her to give him a preliminary show. Maybe she could adjust gradually to the idea that in an hour or so she would be standing naked on the stage with dozens of men examining her. She might have to do other things as well, but at the moment she didn’t want to think about that
She flinched when she looked at the wide open, mirrored area where girls did their toiletry while men obviously watched them. She supposed that washing and applying makeup could hardly matter considering what she would soon be doing. Would the men watch her if she had to pee? Ugh! Cathy was pretty innocent concerning personal experiences. But she was neither unintelligent nor incurious and had read extensively. She knew most men enjoyed watching an attractive female undress at least as much as they enjoyed looking at her after she was naked. She had read that in art classes the models undressed in private but felt there was nothing pornographic about posing naked. Cathy was not the least surprised when her escort, Jim Fox, followed her to the changing area and stood about ten feet away with a smile on his face.
The whole idea was offensive, but she supposed that Jim was only doing what any man, given this opportunity, would have done. She didn’t blame him personally. In fact she was grateful that he was being nice and also because he was giving her a chance, almost in private, to get over the shock of exposing herself to a male. She decided to try and actually enjoy, if possible, what was about to happen to her. She remembered some advice she’d once read about getting raped – relax if it’s unavoidable. She feared that, more than just exposing herself, she was the girl about to get raped. The explanation of what would be required of her was intentionally vague and open ended. Parading around naked in front of an audience was the minimum expected, not the limit. Technically slavery had been illegal for several centuries. Yet her family was stuck in an unofficial contract with a crime boss that gave her no freedom of refusal.
She tried to think nice things about Jim and not the nasty things she was feeling toward her father and illegal bahis two brothers. She smiled sweetly and shyly began taking off her clothes. She had never done it before with a man watching and feared she would freeze up. But Jim’s smile was warm and exciting. She had only removed her sweater, still had her blouse and bra on. Yet she was already feeling excited. Jim’s gaze was fixated on her breasts. She could almost feel it fondling her nipples. Surprisingly, she enjoyed the unexpected warmth his interest generated. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse, revealed her bra, slipped the top down off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Teasingly, she undid her bra and showed him a bit of her fullness. Cathy was about average in size, but shapely. She had lovely, rounded tits, neither too big nor too small for her chest. At first Jim was enjoying her efforts. But he saw a dozen naked girls a day. Fortunately, just before he got impatient she smoothly removed her tit holders and allowed him a full view of her naked chest. She drew in a breath and held them up high. Good posture and also sexy.
Cathy had caught on. She wasn’t experienced and had to be careful not to bore the man by taking too much time. She loosened her skirt and let it slide down her hips and thighs and drop to the floor around her ankles. She stood there a few seconds allowing him a good view of her lace panties before stepping out of her skirt. Jim was no longer paying much attention to her naked nipples, his attention now focused on her lace covered crotch. She immediately began slipping out of her panties exposing her lower belly and pubic hair, right down to the top of her slit. Here she paused a second.
Jim had almost stopped smiling and the poor girl thought it was because she was taking too much time. But it was because she had pubic hair. The other girls were all shaved and had been upon arrival. A majority of liberated girls today sported bare naked pussies. All exotic dancers did. And Cathy was here to be an exotic dancer. As he thought about it, however, he decided that for her first night the men might enjoy this sign of innocence. Anyway, it wouldn’t take long to shave off. When she slid her panties all the way off, he was again disappointed. Her beaver was so thick you couldn’t see her lips through it except if she held her thighs well apart. A century earlier pubic hair was considered the ultimate in porn. Artist would leave it out making the girl look like she had a crotch bare of either hair or vaginal opening. Only in risqué, private situations did the photographers and artists leave in the hair. But today they wanted to clearly see her vaginal opening.
Cathy was now wearing lace top nylons, high heels, a thin gold necklace, and pubic hair. Jim smiled, in spite of his professional opinion. She might not look much like an exotic dancer. But her shy innocence was turning him on. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten a hard-on like this just looking at a girl. He imagined burying himself in her hairy mat. Well why not?
“Are you a virgin?” he asked, pretending there was a possibility she might be. He’d been told she was eighteen. Most girls seemed to lose it around fourteen, illegal bahis siteleri but liked to pretend they’d been cherries longer than they had.
“Uh, yes. Will that be a problem?” The way she said it, he knew she was telling the truth. And he realized it was a problem, a big one. The night a new girl got initiated she generally got gang banged by up to a dozen men. Some would used her pussy, others her ass, a few both places. Girls who were ambivalent about anal sex had to quickly learn to love it. He had never heard of a girl coming here, however, who hadn’t at least tried it a few times. And this girl was apparently a virgin in both places.
“Yes, a big problem!” he exclaimed. He could imagine her crying and screaming and bleeding all over the place. In private one or two men might have loved “breaking” her in. But this wasn’t that sort of situation. He had to pop her cherries and he had to be quick about it.
“OK. I guess I’ll have to do it then.” He intentionally made it sound like a chore. But it was one he knew he’d enjoy.
“Do you know anything about giving head?” She had heard the term. A minute later he had his pants off and had her on top of one of the beds licking his member. Cathy thought her first look at a man’s thing would be disgusting. Here she was holding, kissing and sucking one and maybe even enjoying it. But it had happened so quickly she didn’t know how she felt. Suddenly she felt him spreading her legs apart and sticking his tongue inside her! It wasn’t quite the same as getting fucked, didn’t hurt at all, and felt absolutely wonderful, like nothing she had every imagined!
“Oh Jim, that feels wonderful!” She didn’t have to say anything. He could read cunts and knew when he made one happy. For a minute the girl forgot about cunnilingus. She began bucking, trying to get him deeper into her saddle. “Oh Jim!” she kept saying. He enjoyed hearing her say his name.
Cathy had imagined having sex many times. She had never once imagined that “mere” foreplay would leave her limp with longing and pleasure. She knew she had to do whatever the man asked. She was surprised to discover that after having her pussy licked she would suddenly want him to ask. Want him to ask very much!
“Normally it’s not bad if the girl suffers a bit. It’s kind of an erotic pain which she’ll look back on with fondness. But we can’t have your suffering for hours, no matter how wonderful an experience it is. So I’m going to make this really easy for you. To start with you have to be in a receptive mood. And you already are. There has to be some stretching but we can avoid all friction this first time. Incidentally, when you have to fuck a lot of men in a row, it’s also a good idea to avoid friction as much as possible. But when you expect to fuck just one man during the course of an evening, skip the lube so that he can make you have a few orgasms before he has his own climax.”
At the time she hardly understood what he was saying. She heard the words, but they made little sense. She did get the impression that he was trying to help her, and was about to thank him when she felt one of his fingers suddenly penetrate her pussy. It was covered with canlı bahis siteleri lube and went in her easily. She gasped in surprise, held her breath, then sighed with pleasure. She knew his penis was bigger and would hurt her. But his finger was small and felt nice in there. “Oh Jim!” she sighed, repeating his name yet another time.
He felt around inside her and every where he touched her insides seemed to be a G spot. She didn’t want him to stop. Yet she wanted desperately for him to do still other things to her. She was glad he wasn’t asking her for suggestions. Cathy felt the digit of heaven slip out of her pussy hole. A second later, freshly lubed, it began tickling her anus. She was surprised, expecting a renewed assault on her womanhood, maybe, hopefully with two fingers this time. Why was he wasting time playing with her heinie hole. Not that it didn’t feel nice, what he was doing there. She suspected that at the moment she would love being touched anywhere. She even discovered, a second later, that she liked it when he slid his finger up inside her shitter. Finger fucked in the asshole! As he had done in her vagina, he felt around touching her insides and exciting her. Cathy was proud that she was tolerating the abuse. She was delightfully ashamed, however, that she was loving it.
“Ok now girl, just relax!” As if she could do anything else. His finger inside her felt so wonderful, she felt she’d have trouble reviving herself to save her life. When he pulled out of her heinie and reentered her vagina again with two well lubed fingers, she was not the least surprised. There was a rhythm to this. He would stretch her smoothly in both places until she was a happy rutting slut. She decided she deserved such pleasure. Did she fault her father and brothers for effectively selling her into virtual sex slavery? At the moment she would have thanked them. Jim pushed the two finger inside her as far as they’d reach. Like most women, she was much deeper inside then the length of his fingers. It felt little different when he tried to spread them inside her. Three fingers, however, opened her up a bit and certainly got her attention. She looked him in the eye with the love a girl often has for her first lover. She felt him withdraw and wondered if he could manage four fingers. She barely had time to say “Oh!”, however, when she realized that what was now touching her lips was the tip of his member. Like his fingers it was well lubricated and, in spite of it’s size, slid easily inside her. Later she decided that her hymen was never torn, just sort of gently stretched wide open. She was sore, of course. But not overly so.
At any rate, Cathy was given no time to think about her new deflowered status. After pumping himself inside her for maybe a minute that seemed like a wonderful hour, Jim withdrew, rolled her over and started in again on her heinie hole. The recently deflowered girl was only a spectator to her second deflowering. She was barely aware that the girl, herself, getting ass fucked, was enjoying the process.
“Well girl, I fucked you the way you needed to get fucked. Later you can thank me for being so wimpy about it. Under other circumstances I’d have done a better job, but we have to save you for later.” Cathy could hardly understand what he was talking about. She couldn’t imagine anything being better than what she’d just experienced.
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