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Introduction:

After chatting online with a woman, Renoir agrees to meet for sex. He realizes quickly she's not exactly what she claimed.
Her long auburn hair sat high on her head in a thick bun. Her eyes a pale grey. She had a soft heart shaped face, with small glossy lips, similar to the color of a peach. Her skin was pale and smooth.
 
She wore tight, black skinny jeans, with few rips in the knees. She wore only a thin tank top, her small, perky breast, bra-less.

She stood before a large silver elevator, staring at the numbers descending until they reached her floor. She pulled out a slip of paper folded carefully in her pocket. She whispered the floor and room aloud, third and twenty-seven.
She took a deep breath and walked in the elevator. It was cold and soft music played dramatically as she waited.

Finally the numbers met up and she found herself in a long empty hall. She counted the numbers down, eying the room with the large golden two and seven. The dark blue door seemed to beckon to her. She raised her small fist and knocked upon the door. After a few footsteps, the door swung open.

Her eyes fell upon a large, tall man. He looked to be in his late thirties, with a full head of jet black hair, smiling chocolate brown eyes. His origins seemed to be middle eastern. He towered over her. She noticed the towel around his waist and the one drying his hair. He froze seeing her.

She cleared her throat, "I know, I'm a little early, but my bus..."

He wasn't listening, his eyes couldn't peel themselves from her. He slowly stepped aside, "Come in, Chloe." 

She felt herself hesitate, but continued in. The man closed the door and locked it. He looked down at her, inspecting every inch of her, "Chloe, you are more beautiful in person..." 
  
Chloe flushed, "So are you, Renoir."

He took her hand and led her over to the large bed sitting in the hotel room. The room was small, with two chairs, a bed, microwave, desk, refridgerater, and bathroom. It wasn't glamorous at all. 

Chloe sat and Renoir ran his fingers through her hair. His hand clamped around her neck. He leaned down and kissed her small mouth. She shuddered and felt his tongue touch her upper lip. He chuckled as she let it slip between. His body came down over hers, leaning her backwards on to the bed. He sat back up and tossed the towel in his hand on to the floor. 

Renoir looked down towards her small breast. His index finger extended and he reached down, pulling the neck of her tank top down. Her right nipple appeared, earning a small gasp from Chloe. He licked his lips and circled the small bud with his finger. It instantly peaked and hardened.

He made his way to the other nipple through the fabric. It was already tightened, causing a grin to spread again on Renoir's face. He pinched it roughly, Chloe yelping in surprise.

Renoir sighed looking down at the tent in the towel around his waist. He stood up, groaning, "As sexy as you are, little girl, you lied. You are not eighteen. How old are you?" 

"I'm thirteen," Chloe murmered. 

He nodded slowly going towards the desk. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a black canon digital camera, and black hand restraints. He lit a cigarette and pulled a chair beside the bed, stairing down at Chloe, "I'm still going to fuck you. I'm just going to make it worth it. So, I take it your not really a virgin, either."

Chloe's eyes widened, "No! I am Renior. I just was worried you wouldn't talk to me if I was too young..."

Renoir nodded, not cracking a single grin. He pointed to her shirt, pants, then shoes, "Undress. Now."

She paused, but thinking better, she pulled her shirt over her head. Her small breast, barely a handful, were freed. The nipples were light pink, and werent much bigger than a dime. She looked back towards Renoir but his gaze locked on her jeans.

Chloe slipped off her small flats, revealing dainty feet with pink varnish on her nails. She swallowed hard, her fingers beginning on the button of her pants. She unzipped them and slowly slid them down her hips, blushing as she sat there naked before him. 

His eyes fell between her thighs, a smirk appeared seeing she had pulled her panties off with her jeans. No hair covered her small mound. Her outter lips were full and puffy, while her inner labia were short and pink. His eyes fell upon her hymen. It's opening was a little smaller than he was use to, although he had never been with someone so young.

He put out the cigarette and stood back up. He dropped the towel from his waist. His erect flesh sprang out, aching for her opening.

Chloe whimpered seeing his size. He was easily nine inches, maybe ten, and the width reminded her of a can of soda at the base, getting a little smaller near the tip. He nodded, "All of this is going in you, Chloe. You wanted that, right? You wanted a big, strong, man-cock in your little cunt, didn't you?" 

Chloe slowly nodded, her eyes not being able to pull from his erection. His right hand slowly wrapped around it's width, "Chloe, do you remember this? All those things you said you wanted to do to it?" 

Chloe was silent. She had seen pictures, but he was much bigger in person. He burst into laughter, "Don't tell me you've gotten frightened." 

She nodded slowly. Her lips quivered and she pointed towards his cock, "That's just...huge." 

He only laughed louder, climbing over her on the bed. She tried pushing back, only to feel the leather head board against her head. His mouth attacked hers, slamming her back into the pillows. She moaned feeling his length touching her calf and up to her lower thigh. His mouth left her lips trailing kisses down her neck, to her little soft breast. His tongue flicked over a hard nipple, bring a soft cry from her. 

He began roughly pulling and squuezing on the other. His teeth nibbled down around the nub. Her eyes widened when she felt his knee slid hard against her hot opening. He ground it against her bringing another whimper from her. His eyes slit close when he felt dampness pooling against his knee. He let her nipple fall from his mouth, "You're soaked little girl...have you ever made out before?" 

Chloe blushed, "Well, my friend and I have done this, but she was a girl." 

He grasped her wrist and slid her fingers around himself. He made her squeeze, "This a little different, huh?" 

Chloe nodded before eying the tip of his manhood. It wasn't circumsized, but his foreskin was short, with the tip visible. He noticed and sat up on to his knees. Going closer until he positioned her level with it, "Go ahead, you should lick it. Let's see how much we can put in your mouth?" 

Chloe felt herself agree, shaking her head yes. His hand grasped the back of her head, until her lips kissed the tip. She opened her mouth slowly feeling it slip in. She choked instantly. His eye-lids lowered in thought. He slid it back out, "Just lick it."

She obeyed and her tongue darted out over the tip. She ran it up and down, circling around the base until the whole shaft was covered in a light coating of her saliva. 

He sat back and forced her head back into the pillow, "Now my turn, Chloe. I want to taste your little peach."

Chloe watched his face lower between her thighs. Then as his lips disappeared, she jerked in shock. An immense pleasure rocketed through her. Renoir's arms went under her thighs, and back around, securing her in that position. His tongue ran up her slit, gently probing the skin around her opening. He sucked some of the hymen along with her labia between his teeth. 

Chloe felt her body stir and as his mouth ravished her, her hips raised every time his tongue and mouth left her. His tongue slipped into her, feeling himself ache in desire. The hymen made it difficult to go much further, but Chloe's body shuddered in pleasure. He ran his tongue back up her slit, finding her tiny clit. Chloe gasped feeling her inner muscles clench. He nibbled on the skin over it, while his tongue flickered over it. He felt her body shaking as he dragged his tongue over the sensitive skin. 

Suddeny Chloe's mouth opened in a silent scream, her body rocked violently. Renoir's tongue darted back inside her, feeling her inner muscle contract around his tongue. Chloe moaned, "What is this?!" 

Renoir could hear the panic in her voice, "Calm down, Chloe. You feel nice don't you?"

Chloe nodded and turned cherry red. He smiled, then crawled back up to kiss her lips. He leaned over towards the dresser and lifted the camera and restraints. Chloe panicked and tried to sit up. Renoir pushed her back down with a palm to her chest.

He set the handcuffs beside her and then turned on the camera. After a few seconds of adjusting the camera he looked to her, pointing the lens at her. The camera flashed, "Pretend the camera isn't here. Chloe, where are you suppose to be? School?"

Chloe noticed the red light, indicating the camera was in record mode. She nodded, "I skipped though."

Renoir sat the camera on the stand beside the bed. He caught her hips and pulled her up on to his thighs. He picked the camera back up, "This is going to hurt quite a bit Chloe. You're really much too small for this fat cock, Chloe, but since you lied. You've got to take it anyways." 

Chloe suddenly felt the large muscle he'd spoken of. It was pressed against her opening. He pulled the foreskin back and pointed the camera at her slit. He ran a finger down it until he pushed it through the tight opening, pulling up until her body lifted off the mattress, "See that tight little cunt?"

He went closer, then pressed his cock against her opening. Her mouth opened wide. He moved the camera to her face, "What's wrong Chloe? Scared?"

Chloe bit her lower lip and shook her head. He smirked, "Okay then Chloe.."

He sat the camera on the stand once again and reached down, grasping her hips tightly. Once her opening pressed tightly against the head of his cock, he slowly began expanding her tight hole. 

Chloe cried out, her hands wrapping around his wrist, her nails digging into his skin. He slowly continued until she was stretched half way around his dick. She shook violently around him, her eyes clenched together. Sweat poured down his back, neck, chest, and face. He faught the loud moan rising inside.

Chloe whimpered, "Is this sex?"

He laughed raspily, "I'm not even all the way in you, and no. This is not the sex part."

He froze, looking down in shock. His breathing shallowed, "Wow..."

Chloe realized he wasn't moving and looked down. Her eyes fell on the thick muscle lodged half way in her. She flushed, "Are you going to keep going?"

He grunted, "Fuck, I can't...you're too small."

He yanked up, pulling out. Chloe muttered, surprisingly sad at the loss. His bicep whiped sweat from his brows. He picked up the set of cuffs, "Get on your knees and put your hands on the board."

Hesitantly, Chloe slowly did as he bid. Renoir came over her tightly wrapping her wrist in the cuffs. Then to the headboard. She started to protest but he yanked her head back by her hair. He reached over the side of the bed, finding her white boy short panties. He held them, dangled over her face. They were a cotton fabric, with Teddy bears, hugging hearts, decorating them. He sniffed them, "Mmm, nice..."

He then squeezed them in to his fist. His grip tightened on her hair, causing her to yell in pain. He slammed to cloth into her mouth, gagging her. Her eyes widened as she tried to spit them out. He chuckled, "Much better..."

He ran his finger down her back, wrapping them around her round bottom. He moved his hands back up to her hips, where he gripped them easier. He then slid into her, inch by inch. She struggled, only causing her inner muscles to spasm in pain, giving Renoir pleasure.

He slammed his hips forward. The pain brought tears to Chloe's eyes, her knees grew weak. He easily held her up though. His rough pounding continued, groaning at the feeling of stretching her further and further. The tight, young muscles resisting him. He found himself quickly loosing control. He pulled out just as his cum shot out. A little coated her insides, but most caked over her tiny hole and across her small ass. 

He stared down, watching the cum drip down her cunt, covering her clit. It beaded and dropped on to the sheet below. His eyes roamed to the back of her head. Her body slumped, unmoving. He slid a finger inside her, all of her muscles shuddered in pleasure. He grinned, knowing she had an orgasm. 

He slid his thumb over her clit, earning another knee shaking shudder from Chloe, "Your little pussy is throbbing, Chloe. It wants me back in there, to rip it up."

Chloe shook her head, fighting to get loose. Renoir just sighed in annoyance. His finger joined his thumb. 

Then they squeezed down hard. Chloe gasped and began hysterically jerking about. He slapped her ass hard and she stopped. 

Renoir leaned over and pointed the camera back towards her slit. His fingers pulled it open, "Wow, what a difference Chloe..."

Then just as suddenly, she felt his cock inside her again. He began reaching around her squeezing her small breast. He found the little tips and pinched them hard. His hands then went to her hair. He entangled one in the long locks.  The other he managed to find her tender clit with. As he yanked back on her hair, he began to slowly tease her swollen button. Every touch tightened her around him. 

He reached up and pulled out the gag. Her whimpers made him grow inside her. She suddenly froze, "Stop, I'm gonna pee!" 

He only continued, pounding the same spot while continuing with her clit. She tried to fight it until Renior felt hot liquid running down his thighs. His own coming soon after. 

Chloe breathed heavily, embarassment written on her face. Renoir slid his finger inside of her quivering cunt, "You pissed all over me, little girl."

Tears filled her eyes, "Im sorry, I tried to hold it in!

He burst in to laughter, "It wasn't really, here lick our cum of my finger."

He pulled his finger out and pressed it to her lips. Her mouth opened and she sucked his fingers clean, "Mmm, you mean..that I came too?" 

He nodded, "Exactly, but Chloe. This is it, if you want to fuck again. You have to sneak me in your bedroom. Don't argue, that's all there is to it."

He untied her and made her shower. Then he helped her dress before sending her out the door.


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7 comments

shotgun82Report

2009-10-20 19:34:16
Very discriptive, I really enjoyed I look forward to more works from you.

ReaderReport

2009-10-20 16:49:03
Thought it was good. Fuck her in the ass next time!

Anonymous readerReport

2009-10-19 12:13:18
Well...I'm sorry if my story does get you guys off...not really a jacking off story, it's more under erotic fiction, with a purpose and plot... :) I enjoy writing it, gets me pretty excited and that's all that matters, either u enjoy it or you don't...mm sorry if that's a bit mean...I already wrote I'm not good at dirty talk, sooo I can get a bit worse than this, but...I'm not sure how to make things sound so nasty sorry...

Anonymous readerReport

2009-10-19 05:15:24
The female author definitely has a bit of a hot streak and a good imagination but is short on personal experience. In real life, he would have fucked her tight pussy at least once more before letting her go. (and given her cab fare) I liked how he left it up to her to arrange for their next 'engagement', if she wanted one, and specified where it was to take place.

Anonymous readerReport

2009-10-18 23:26:55
This story was awefull. The content is rubbish

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