Page 18 of The Wicked Virgin

But just when I thought he was going to thrust into me, the fabric of my panties snapped back and a piece of plastic bounced off his penis.

“What the fuck?” the big man frowned, reaching one hand to fondle the fabric. “What the fuck is this?”

Because when I said I’m a wicked girl, I meant it. I’d put on a special pair of panties this morning, one that had a vibrator embedded in the crotch. The little plastic motor was sewn right into the lace and I could turn it on and off with a remote.

“I … I … was planning to dump of my box of toys, so I needed something to play with,” I said in a begging tone, my eyes pleading with him to understand. “I was going to get rid of everything,” I rushed, “and this was just a bit of relief to get me through the day, I haven’t even used it yet,” I babbled. Oh god. I’d been caught red-handed again, first with my toy chest and now with vibrating panties. WTF was wrong with me?

But I’d completely misjudged Nick’s reaction. Instead of freaking out or kicking me to the curb (which he’d be completely justified in doing), instead he eyed my curvy body hungrily before coming to a decision.

“Take it off,” he ground out, his eyes never leaving me.

And trembling, I obeyed, stepping delicately out of the lacy lingerie and dropping it into his big, outstretched hand. Now I was completely nude save for my high heels, my big breasts bouncing to and fro, nipples erect, a smear of juice on my thighs.

But Nick was intent on taking his sweet time. Curiously he studied the lacy fabric, the butterfly-shaped insert at the crotch. Slowly, he brought it up to his nose and sniffed deeply, his eyes closing as he inhaled my female musk.

And fuck, were my eyes deceiving me or had he just licked the crotch too, tasting some of my nectar on the fabric? I gushed again, my insides dissolving, this time the smear on my thighs becoming a steady flow of female cream.

But Nick had a plan. His eyes flicked open and he stared at me hungrily, blue eyes penetrating, taking in every inch of my boobs, ass and pink pussy.

“Get on the couch,” he commanded, his voice raspy and deep. “On your knees.”

And with shaking legs I obeyed, my nude form open for his gaze, his touch. Slowly, oh so slowly, he reached for my phone and flicked through various applications find the app named “Pussy Pleasure.” Oh god, why hadn’t the manufacturer named it something else? Something less obvious? But Nick’s big fingers were clever and in an instant, the motor in my panties began to hum, the scrap of lace vibrating in his hand.

And swiftly, he reached between my legs and pressed it straight onto my clit, teasing me with it, rubbing it in circles, pushing my body to incredible heights.

“Oh!” I squealed as my hips twisted, my cunt practically gushing liquid now. “Oh oh oh!”

But Nick held me tight with his other arm around my waist, his chest pressed to my back as he vibrated my clit.

“That’s right,” he whispered harshly into my ear. “You’re such a dirty slut, such a wicked, wicked girl. Wearing vibrating panties to your first day at work? Who do you think you are? My fuck toy? My fuck doll?”

And the nasty words made me cream even more, made me act like a wanton slut instead of the naïve virgin I actually was.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes, use my body, I’m your fuck doll,” I affirmed, panting. “Use me, use me.”

And that caused the big man to grind the vibrator into my cunt harder, his breathing raspy against my neck as I trembled and shrieked below him. It felt so good, electricity tingling throughout my form, shivers running to my fingers and toes as my pussy clenched and spasmed, the sensations overwhelming. And just when the tidal wave was cresting, the big man shocked me, threw me a curve ball. He shoved a finger into my butt as he vibrated my clit, pushing his index finger up to the first knuckle, exploring that tight ring, my private dryness.

“Ohh!” I screamed. I’ve never had anything in my pussy, much less my butt, and to feel the big man’s finger probe my anal canal, force itself into my back hole was so delicious that the hurricane blowing through my body amped up about ten times more, magnified to the max.

“OHHHHH!” I screamed again, not caring who heard, my pussy and ass clamping with pleasure, spasms shaking me so violently that I almost fell off the couch. “OHHHHH!!!!”

And I felt Nick’s big body rumble against mine as he held me tight, chuckling.

“You’re a screamer aren’t you?” he breathed into my ear, lightly tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue. “I can’t wait to hear you scream while your pussy’s wrapped around my dick.”

And I panted then, boobs heaving as I shook from my orgasm. What the fuck had just happened? Had the billionaire really just fucked me with my own vibrating panties all the while sticking his finger into my ass? Oh my god, it was so dirty, beyond my wildest imagination, and yet so satisfying, so deliciously, disgustingly amazing.

But billionaire wasn’t done yet, he had one more trick up his sleeve that surprised me, made me gasp with stunned shock. Because with a sly grin he popped his digit out of my butt and put it in his mouth, savoring my musty ass taste.

I gasped, staring at him with wide eyes. Oh my god, had he really …?

And the man nodded while shooting me a sly smile.

“Baby girl, every part of you tastes good,” he murmured, his dick still hard, the white dripping even faster now. “There’s not an inch of you that I’m not going to taste. You’re mine,” he said throatily, blue eyes penetrating.

And with a soft sigh and an uncurling, sensuous feeling deep in my stomach, I knew it was true. I belonged to him, I was his fuck doll in all ways, all forms, however he wanted it.

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