Maiden Maid-Ch 4 Sara Takes it in Her Mouth

Her hand moved up as she cringed at the suggestion. While she did masturbate often, more often lately as Michael had forced her to strip and service him sexually, she had never done it in front of anyone else. At least not a male, she had masturbated occasionally with some of the girls at the orphanage. She felt her nipples harden as soon as she touched them, more sensitive then usual. Her fingers played with the hardened buds, running her sharp fingernails over the tips, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she did. She always received a masochistic pleasure in sexual pain, often pinching her nipples harder then she should have.

Michael watched her playing with her nipples, her eyes slightly closed, caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He could see her hips gently rolling, imagining how wet she was. “Wet your fingers and play with your nipples, Sara.” His cock jerked as two fingers pushed into her mouth, her tongue running over them, Michael imagining that it was his cock. She was teasing him, running her fingers in and out, like they were his cock.

Sara could not believe what she was doing, acting like she was sucking his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around her fingers, her tongue running over them, getting them wet with her saliva. Her fingers moved down, lightly touching her nipples, the cold wet fingers sending a shiver through her body. She could feel her pussy getting wetter, glad she was going to get into the bath, hoping she would avoid Michael’s detection. She had never felt her nipples so big before, it almost felt like they were going to explode. She teased the tip with her fingernail, running the sharp point over it before running it around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing as they scarped pleasurably over it. She was suddenly snapped out of her sexual dream by Michael’s voice.

“Strip off the negligee, I want to see that red-headed bush.” His hand stroked his cock with broad strokes, watching as she slowly stripped for him. Her hands pulled the negligee up from the bottom, pulling it up over her head, slowly revealing her naked legs, higher up until Michael could finally see her bush. He thought he was going to cum as Sara pulled it above her waist, her naked pussy, hidden by a large red bush. God, he had never seen anything like it before. He always had a desire for a redheaded girl, but could never find one before. It was Mr. Smith’s phone call from the orphanage, telling him of Sara that excited his cock so much. It had been expensive, but Michael was not going to miss out this chance. It was worth every penny he spent on her. Her pubic hair was just like the hair on her head, a bright red. And it was in abundance. He normally shaved his girls, not this one. 

Sara dropped the negligee on the floor, standing naked in front of Michael. She looked at him, his eyes not on her face, but staring intently at what was between her legs. It was so embarrassing to stand while he openly ogled her. Her hands clenched, at her sides, waiting for further instructions. 

“Such a beautiful red bush, but I must see your cunt. Peel your pussy lips back, let me see the pink of your pussy. Spread your legs open wide.”

Her legs parted, spreading to over two feet. Her hands moved to the front of her, running over her pussy, not doing as he said yet, just lightly touching her mound. Her pussy hair was silky smooth, just like her long red hair on her head. Her fingers pushed between the fine hair until she grabbed her pussy lips ever so gently and began to peel them back, feeling the cool air of the room running over her wet pussy. Sara pulled them back until she could feel a slight twinge of pain, holding herself open to Michael gaze. Her face turned crimson in humiliation, naked, her own hands spreading her most intimate opening for his inspection. “Yes, sir,” she replied.

“So lovely, Sara, your pink insides, framed by that beautiful red bush.” Michael’s hand continued to stroke his cock his cock. “Get into the bathtub. I want to watch you bathe.”

Sara lowered herself into the hot tub water, wanting to hide her shame of being so wantonly exposed to Michael. She grabbed the soap and washed her body, ignoring Michael sitting next to the tub, stroking his cock as he stared so blatantly. She tried to put him out of her mind as she went about her bath, often times she was shocked back to reality by his commands. Stand in the tub and wash your pussy. Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart and wash. Each time she begrudgingly obeyed. Finally she was finished and stood in the tub, drying her body as the tub drained.

“Come over her, Sara.” Michael’s hands were outstretched as she stood before him. He let the towel slip to the floor, moving her so she was between his legs, one hand moving behind her and one hand in front. “Spread your legs again, this time farther,” he ordered. His face was only inches from her pussy, the sweet scent of the bath oil covering her body. His hands caressed her supple skin, rubbing her so sensuously as he did. One hand moved up and cupped her breast, pinching at the pert nipple, bringing it erect again. He pinched it harder, feeling her feet shuttle back and forth, but her hands did not try to prevent his actions. He squeezed the nipple harder, seeing it turn a darker red as he squeezed the blood to the tip. He twisted the nub, a small moan coming from her lips as he did. Still she did not move or attempt to stop him. 

Her teeth were clenched as Michael dug his fingers into her nipple, twisting the delicate morsel harshly. It hurts so bad, but she did not move, fearing further punishment tonight it she disobeyed him. “MMMmmm,” she murmured.

His hand slipped down the flat plane of her stomach until his fingers were tangled in her red bush. He allowed his fingers to play with the silky strands, twisting them with his fingers and pulling them. He could hear some of the hairs tearing out, tiny yelps escaping from her mouth as they were yanked painfully out. He grabbed her sex mound with his whole hand, gripping her like she was a ball. When she bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand, his other hand was waiting, gripping her ass cheeks tightly, one finger snuggled tightly between her cheeks, his fingertip nestled snuggly against her delicate asshole. A quick snap of that finger against her asshole, piercing her opening, sending her hips scrambling forward again into the grip of his hand.

Sara felt her body being manhandled by Michael, a finger pressed into her asshole, feeling strange as it kept her open, the finger moving against her sphincter, rubbing it. His other hand was now pushed between her pussy lips, already covered with her juices, her body betraying the effect Michael was having on her. One finger rubbed up and down her slit, moving all the way down, up and over her vagina, rubbing the tight opening, before moving up to her clit and rubbing the hard bud that had already poked out of its protection.