Brittany Loves Bikers: Motorcycle Gang Gangbang (7 page)

She thought for a few minutes, and then asked, "For
how long?"

"Until you go to college--the full two months
between now and then."

Her lips trembled just enough for me to see it. It
is completely wrong of me to think she looked even sexier
vulnerable that way?

"And . . . what exactly would I have to do? Just
suck your dick now and then, or . . . or let you fuck me?"

"That," I said, "but not exactly. I want you to be
my slave--at my complete mercy when you're with me. I've always
thought that was a hot idea. You can fulfill my fantasy of having a
submissive little slut to give me pleasure, while I help you with
your dream of going to college."

"I am
not
a slut!" She stood up as if she
were going to storm out.

"You look sort of like one today. I can almost taste
your nipples through that T-shirt." I really had no idea I could be
such a bastard, but I was enjoying her discomfort after the two
years she was a complete bitch to me.

She bit her lip again, clearly considering it. Just
the idea that it could be possible--I swear to God my cock hardened
instantly, 0 to 60 in a second flat.

"You thought it was all right to
look
like a
little tart to get me to give you money. It's not that much
different to go ahead and be one, is it?"

"You're a bastard," she said.

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