John Kellerman - The naughty virgin

"You'll have to see that photograph I took of you," he grinned. "I've got it in my desk at the theater."

"I'm not coming back to that theater any more," she said, getting out before he tried to grab her.

"Oh yes you are," he laughed. "I'm certain of that."

Rebecca hurried to the door, relieved that the front room light was off. That meant that her aunt was already in bed. She let herself in as quietly as she possibly could and started upstairs on tiptoes. But she wasn't ready for the soft moans that came from the boarder's room. It was obvious that David had waited until Aunt Lana was out of circulation for the night and then invited his girlfriend up for a late-night get-together. Rebecca closed her bedroom door, pulled off her clothes and buried her head under a pillow. She didn't want to hear about any more sex that night. She couldn't stand to overhear someone else reaching paradise. Not when she suspected that paradise was naughty and wicked and a place she should never be tempted to taste. But those damned red panties clung against her damp cunt like reminders of what had happened to her that evening.

She was no longer a virgin. Nate had wounded her with his finger and then driven the head of his big cock into the opening. He hadn't fucked her more than a few inches, if that much. But it was enough for her to know how excruciatingly pleasurable something could be.

"No! I've got to get it out of my mind. I can't start daydreaming about sex all the time." And Rebecca didn't see how she could go back to work for Nate Winslow. But could she bear to stay at home and immerse herself in confusing thoughts about right and wrong?

"I think I'm going crazy," she murmured. Her fingers slipped down her belly toward the red panties. She drew her hand back before she touched her panty crotch. Rebecca knew she should peel the naughty undies off and put on the cotton drawers her aunt always bought for her. But she didn't. She lay there in her darkened room, the satin panties clinging tightly to her cunt. And when she dreamed, she dreamed hot dreams of cocks sliding across her buttocks and belly and back.

Since she couldn't very well quit her job at Mr. Winslow's art theater without Aunt Lana asking a lot of embarrassing questions, Rebecca got up as usual the next morning and got ready for work. She tried to dress as plainly as possible. And she didn't wear the red satin panties that Nate had given her to replace the ones he'd snipped from her squirming body.

Just remembering last night up at his mountain retreat made her tremble. At times it scared her to realize the danger she'd been in. And when she washed herself and saw the swollen wound in her once-virgin body, she almost cried. But at other times the sexy daydreams would filter into her head without her wanting them too. Then she'd find herself growing aroused as she thought of how it felt to have those gold bracelets on her wrists.

How incredibly exciting Nate's mouth had been brushing her heated flesh. But when she got to the part where he forced the head of his cock into her vagina, Rebecca would whimper and shake her head as if to forget all that.

"I'm going to work for another week or so and then tell Lana that I just wasn't cut out for that kind of stuff," she told herself. Rebecca finished breakfast and bounced out of the house.

When she got there, Tammy Patterson was cleaning up the freshly painted lobby. The pretty redhead was wearing a dress that was too tight and short for her leggy frame but obviously chosen to please male eyes. Her big tits pushed out over the low-cut neckline like they wanted to burst from her uplift bra at any moment. Tammy gave Rebecca a shy smile. When Rebecca started by on her way to the office, the girl touched her wrist.

"Could I talk to you, Rebecca? Nate isn't coming in until this afternoon so there's nobody around except some electricians down front."

"Well, I do have some orders to finish up, but…" Rebecca shrugged. "Sure." Actually she was uncomfortable with Tammy, more uncomfortable than she liked to admit. She couldn't identify the emotions she felt. She didn't want to call them jealousy. After all, she didn't want to become as loose as Tammy was. She certainly wasn't envious of the redhead's attraction for their mutual boss. Or was she? It was easier just not thinking about it.

Tammy took Rebecca into the front office and then went to the door that opened into Nate's private office. Rebecca told the girl that it was locked but felt her face flush when Tammy pulled a key from the front of her dress and fit it into the lock.

"He gave me this," she said. "I guess he trusts me."

Rebecca felt miffed that she wasn't trusted with a key to Nate's office. But again her thoughts were contradictory. Why did she want to be able to go into his dumb office anyway? She wasn't even planning on working here much longer. Rebecca followed the curvy redhead into the room and watched her shut the door.

"It's about what Nate has been making me do," Tammy said with a blush. "At first I liked it. Well, really I still like it. But I guess I feel kind of wrong…"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rebecca said. But her own cheeks were getting hot and she knew that Tammy suspected that she'd learned something of Nate's strange desires.

"Oh come on, Rebecca. I'll bet he's patted your bottom a few times." Tammy gave her a knowing look. "Hasn't he?"

"What did you want to tell me?" Rebecca said, showing impatience.

"It's more what I wanted to show you." Tammy opened a bottom drawer of Nate's desk and rummaged in the back of it. She brought out a small black box. Tammy's fingers trembled as she opened the lid. Rebecca put her hand to her mouth and gave a little cry when she realized what it was. Tammy picked it up and held it cradled in her palms.

"Nate likes me to wear this sometimes," the redhead said. Her voice was husky and strange sounding. "He's even got a special pair of panties to go with it."

"He makes you wear this?" Rebecca couldn't bring herself to touch the weird-looking device. It was the same color and texture of human flesh, shaped like an erect cock. The base was curved to fit tightly against the entire surface of a girl's vulva. There was even a little ridge which would contact a female's clitoris. The flared glans looked so real that Rebecca could only stare at it in wonder.

"It uses three batteries," Tammy went on. "Nate can turn it on or off with a little radio-control switch he carries around with him."

Rebecca's eyes widened. "You mean…"

"Yeah," Tammy nodded, licking her lips nervously, "sometimes when I've got it on it just starts trembling inside me and I just about lose my mind."

"But why?"

"Let me tell you," Tammy breathed, "after a few minutes of this you'll do anything to find relief. It makes me start thinking of sex, sex, sex. And after a while I can't even work. I just have to find Nate and beg him to turn it off." The girl's eyes darted around and then she dropped her lids modestly.

"But he will turn it off if you ask him?"

"Oh, he'll turn it off, all right. After I do what he wants." Tammy was panting and her big breasts swelled from the front of her skimpy dress. Rebecca was almost afraid to ask what Nate Winslow demanded of Tammy before he turned his diabolical machine off. She didn't have to. Tammy quirked her mouth.

"This Mr. Winslow has a real hankering for blow jobs, I kid you not."

"Blow…" Rebecca thought she knew what Tammy meant.

"And he likes them to last a long time." Tammy rubbed her jaw. "I've really been getting in shape lately, working on him." She turned the electric dildo over in her hand. "If it wasn't for the good pay…"

"Nate makes you…"

"…suck him." Tammy glanced at Rebecca. "Don't you know about that?"