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Wanted: Girl with an extremely open mind will pay handsomely
Charlotte was intrigued, she had racked up so much debt during her time at University that she would do anything for money, even if that meant prostituting herself. Her mouse hovered over the link, she was somewhat reluctant to click but her curiosity got the better of her.
I’m offering one lucky girl a payment of £5,000 to satisfy my deepest desire, my kink if you will. I will not share this kink until you arrive as I want to see how truly open minded you are. Please respond to this through private message with a picture of yourself, preferably nude and I will send you the details of our meet.
Of course they had to meet before he’d spill the beans. To Charlotte it seemed like one of those hoax posts that were frequently made on the forums. She moved the mouse to the close button but waited a few seconds. Surely it was a hoax, but what if it wasn’t? Five thousand pounds could really put a dent in her debt. Her thoughts suddenly flipped a full one eighty, as she found herself writing a private message to the poster.
Hello, I was deeply intrigued by your post. I am up for anything and would love the chance to earn that money. Here is a picture of me.
Charlotte’s cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson as she uploaded a full frontal image of herself. She couldn’t believe she was actually showing a stranger this intimate photo. She looked at her face first; her fringe covered one eye as the rest of her blonde locks hung down to her shoulder. Her eyes were intense with a deep oceanic blue iris, people could get lost in them for hours. Then there were her full lips, soft to the touch and her angelic jaw line.
Her eyes scanned further down to her voluptuous breasts. Two lovely grapefruit sized boobs hung perfectly on her chest. They had been the highlight of many man’s wet dream, especially when she had lost her bikini top on vacation. Going further down over her slender body, she finally looked at her bald womanhood. A little line split her skin as she wasn’t aroused in the picture. Sighing, Charlotte clicked send and closed her computer.
She fell back onto her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Darkness swallowed the room as the idle monitor finally shut itself off. She felt conflicted, had she done the right thing? It was too late now, that photo had been whisked away to a mysterious stranger. She didn’t know his name; she didn’t know where he lived, hell she didn’t even know what she had to do. Her head sank further into the pillow with all the questions running through her head.
“Hell, I probably won’t even hear back from him,” she spoke aloud as she closed her eyes.
*
Sunlight flooded the room through the skylight. The birds sang their sweet melodies and cars revved down the street as Charlotte rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room, pondering the previous night’s activity. She was adamant that it would all be some sick joke to get naked pictures from girls and that they were probably all over the internet by now. The bed creaked as she sat up and reached for the laptop.
The fans whirred as she started it up, and through the lengthy start-up, she was eager to view her emails. Rubbing her eyes once more, she clicked and clicked thinking that it would somehow make the computer faster. Charlotte felt herself becoming more and more impatient until finally she was in.
One new message received. 00:27 Today.
Her jaw hit the floor, was he being legitimate?
Thank you for responding to my request, out of the few people that responded I enjoyed your picture the most. I was wondering if you could join me today for some exciting activities. Like I mentioned, I will tell you all about it when you arrive.
A bewildered look began to form on Charlotte’s face. Today? She had never even spoken to the man and he wanted to meet so soon. Something had to be up and Charlotte was going to find out what the crack was.
Today?! How do I know I can trust you? I mean we haven’t spoken or anything. For all I know, you might not even pay me for doing what you want.
Slouching back against the headboard, she eagerly awaited his reply. That’s if he was even there anymore. However, he continued to stun the young woman as he replied relatively quickly.
We don’t need to speak, I am true to my word but understand your scepticism. If you message me your bank details, don’t worry it’s nothing to do with sort codes and stuff, just simply your name and account number, I will prove to you that I am the real deal sexy.
Bank account details, did this man think she was stupid to hand over that information? She wasn’t going to let anybody rob her blind just like that. A few minutes passed, she was truly trying to find a witty remark to make to the unknown man. The more and more she thought about it, the more it made sense to her. He would need her account number and full name to pay her money; she had to do the exact same to pay her mother. Realising her mistake, she launched herself towards the purse sitting on her bedside table and scrambled for the card she used most.
Charlotte Fielden, account no. 01829663
Opening another tab on her browser, she opened her bank account and incredibly, one thousand pounds was sitting there. Her hands covered her mouth in shock. She couldn’t believe that he was being true to his word and paying her the money.
Believe me now? I will pay the rest when you do as I wish. Consider that £1000 a little warming gift. You want the rest; you will meet me in Truro train station at noon. I suggest you get ready; your train leaves shortly from Paddington station.
How did he know where she lived? Who was she actually going to meet? He knew exactly where she lived despite her never mentioning it once and he knew her closest railway station. This was beginning to get extremely worrying for Charlotte as she still had no idea who he was but he knew who she was. Then again, she had shared her full name and a picture of herself, he must have seen her on Facebook or something surely. Never the less, she wanted the rest of the cash as it would help greatly with her debt.
Closing her laptop, Charlotte raced into the bathroom. She had money to make and it was sitting in a small city, two hundred miles away. Steam cloaked the room like a veil, concealing everything inside. The warm water cascaded down her body before crashing onto the cast iron bath below. Images and thoughts ran through Charlotte’s mind. What could he possibly want that would throw anybody off? She was down to do anything, even if it included fucking him with a strap on, she would do it.
The strong aroma of peaches filled the air from her body wash. For some bizarre reason, the scent had always hit a chord deep within Charlotte. She adored it more than any other. With her skin beginning to turn red from the heat of the water, she stepped out of the shower. Water droplets fell to onto the tiles as she reached for a towel.
A trail of wet footprints marked the carpet as she walked up to her room, the towel covering her naked body.
“Hmm, what outfit should I wear?”
Her hand brushed through her clothes. Occasionally she’d see something only to dismiss it.
“Too slutty… Too dorky… Oh god, am I going to church?”
Eventually she swept to a snug black dress which showed off her incredible figure whilst remaining tasteful. She carefully placed it on the bed before pulling a black g-string up her slender legs. She then clipped her matching bra around her breasts. Finally, the dress hugged her figure perfectly. It showed every single curve and asset her body had to offer.
One last time, she opened her laptop to the page where her mysterious partner was waiting.
I’m on my way to Paddington station, I will be with you soon.
*
The green pastures flew by the window as she stared into nothingness. All she could think about was getting into Cornwall, having some wild sex and getting her money. What would the other people on the train think if they knew what she was actually up to? To them, she was likely visiting family for the day. They had no idea that she was on her way to fulfil a complete stranger’s darkest fantasies.
In the distance, the spires of Truro cathedral could be seen. Charlotte stared in awe, she had always admired architecture. After a few moments, her mind snapped firmly back to the task at hand. She was here for one thing and one thing only, she was not a tourist.
As the train started to brake gently, Charlotte scanned the crowds, looking for a man whom she’d never met. She was adamant he’d be some kind of shaded figure, standing back from everyone else as they approached the train to either board or greet their loved ones. However, nobody seemed out of place until she looked towards the waiting room. A man in a black business suit was fixated on the train; that had to be him.
Stepping off the train, she approached him cautiously.
“Hi, I’m Charlotte.”
“Come with me, we can exchange pleasantries when we get back to my house.” He said sternly.
Charlotte followed him to his blacked out Mercedes. Reluctantly, she opened the door and got inside with the stranger. As they started to leave, Charlotte gazed at him, taking in every single detail. He couldn’t have been older than thirty, definitely a successful business man. Strands of dark brown hair were combed to perfection and his face was smooth to the touch. She knew he’d probably scrub up well as he had the money to throw around but she wasn’t expecting anybody nearly as attractive. She fell in love almost instantly with his chiselled features. It was as if God had created him himself. Surely he could have had any girl he wanted.
After a short drive, they pulled up outside a huge country house. The décor looked as if it was from the Tudor times, it had to have been worth a couple of million, easy.
“Are you just going to sit there and drool?”
“No, I’m here for a reason.”
“Oh don’t I know it, follow me.”
Charlotte got out of the car and followed him into the house. The interior was just as fabulous as the outside. Paintings decorated the marble corridors and chandeliers hung from the ceilings. It was as if she was in a palace rather than a country house. The stranger led her to the lounge where he closed the doors quickly behind them.
“So, my name is Stuart.” He said as he turned back to her.
“Charlotte, pleased to meet you.”
“Yes, we’ve already established that. How old are you Charlotte?”
“Twenty-two,” Charlotte replied sheepishly.
“Great age, now I would like you to strip for me.”
Charlotte nervously did as he said. She didn’t want to upset him as she was focused solely on the money. As she removed each article of clothing, Stuart gazed upon her with hungry eyes before handing her an outfit to wear for him. Her cheeks filled with colour, she graciously accepted the clothes he’d picked out for her. A small sheer bra, a pair of panties with a sheer skirt attached to the waistband and a pair of fishnet gloves.
A few moments of silence ensued as she put his outfit on. Her mind wandered slightly, what was this kink that he mentioned in his post. Surely there was more to it than just this.
“Excuse me, what is the kinky stuff you mentioned?” Charlotte enquired.
“We’re getting to that girl,” Stuart replied with an annoyed tone as he moved to the walnut unit in the corner.
He made sure Charlotte couldn’t see inside as he opened it. It was as if he was making it all a big secret to her. Looking over his shoulder, a sadistic smile started to form on his face as he threw her a gasmask.
“You’re going to be my little plaything today girl,” he laughed. “Put that on.”
Charlotte looked at the mask, then back at him as he came closer. Taking a deep breath, she placed the mask over her head and looked at him.
“Good girl.”
He came closer to her, their eyes locked firmly on one another. His hands started to cup her breasts, giving them support as their gaze continued. He then unclipped her bra, allowing it to drop to the floor. He stepped away, pulling his phone from his pocket.
“Pose for me girl, I want a picture of you.”
Charlotte did as she was told, leaning back against the wall for her photograph. A few quick snaps were taken on his phone before he placed it on the coffee table and came closer once again. His hands started to touch and feel Charlotte’s nude torso. He was delicate to begin with as he admired her bosoms and her belly. Gradually he became rougher, grasping her tits tightly in the palms of his hands. Charlotte remained still, allowing him to feel and grope her body.
Stuart started to run his hand down into her panties. The warmth from her pussy made it feel as if he was sticking his hand into a boiler. He looked up to her eyes as his finger entered her wet sex. She pushed herself towards his finger, allowing him to go deeper. Feeling her moisture, Stuart breathed heavily knowing that Charlotte was secretly enjoying him having his way with her.
He pulled his finger from her cunt and started to stroke up her torso, leaving a snail trail of wetness behind. As the sunlight reflected from her juices, Stuart pulled her panties down, revealing her swollen labia. He fell to his knees and started to lick at her pussy rabidly. Charlotte moaned softly into her gasmask as she felt his soft tongue lash at her clit.
Charlotte was paralysed against the wall as the stranger ate her cunt better than any man ever did. His tongue probed both her hole and her clitoral hood. Hearing her moans, Stuart knew she was close. Keeping her on the edge, he stopped licking and stood back up. Once more his eyes met hers, the gasmask lenses misting up a little bit.
Stuart pulled his trousers down swiftly, revealing his long, thick member. Charlotte gulped as it was the biggest cock she’d ever seen. He slowly started to rub the head up and down her slit, coating it with her juices.
“You ready for this slut?” he asked.
Charlotte nodded her head as he rubbed his helmet up and down one last time before sliding up into her warmth. Her body seized as he pushed his cock fully in. His hands grabbed her waist as he impaled her with his length. Slowly, he started to withdraw before pushing in again. He pushed her back, pinning her body between his and the wall.
His rhythmic thrusts made Charlotte moan loudly in the gasmask as he fucked her hard and fast. The slapping of his balls against her body was hypnotic as her eyes closed, accepting the pleasure. Her warmth started to intensify around his shaft. Using this as a signal, Stuart placed his hands on her neck and started to apply a little bit of force, choking her slightly as he fucked her cunt.
Charlotte struggled to breathe as Stuart fucked her harder and harder, his hands cutting off her oxygen. She shuddered violently as her eyes rolled back into her skull. Stuart carried on pounding as his hands released her throat. A rush of orgasmic delight overwhelmed her body as cum flooded over his big meaty cock.
Her body trembled in the aftermath of her orgasm. She had never felt anything like it and she felt ashamed that she loved every moment of it. Stuart continued to fuck her tight, wet cunt, enjoying the sound of her moans coming through the filters of the gasmask. He wanted to feel her tighten around his girth again.
Pulling her sensitive body towards him, he pulled his cock from her dripping hole. He then repositioned her on the ground and as he looked down at her, he could truly see what a catatonic state her orgasm had left her in. Cum trickled from her pussy as her erratic breathing started to become controlled again.
Stuart climbed down to her and reintroduced his penis to her pussy. His fingertips dug into her hips as he started fucking her rough once more. Every so often, his thrusts would be interrupted by a hard slap across her beautiful tits, making her nipples stand on edge.
“You’re loving this aren’t you slut?”
Charlotte moaned as another firm slap struck her voluptuous breasts. She then looked deep into his eyes as once more, he started throttling her. With one hand on her throat, the other making regular slaps, his cock slid faster and harder into her, pushing deeper and deeper. The asphyxiation was becoming too much for Charlotte as her eyes rolled back into her skull once more.
“You’re cumming again aren’t you?”
His words became jumbled in Charlotte’s mind. All she could hear was the sound of her own breath and everything else was just a figment of her imagination. His cock continued to plunge deep into her cunt but Charlotte was that far gone, all she could feel was the impending orgasm beginning to take course.
Her pussy started to flood with her succulent juices once more as Stuart carried on fucking her. Her pussy muscles contracted around his member, almost clamping him in place. Using her tightness as motivation, he started to forget about everything else. Charlotte was feeling total bliss and now it was his turn. His length slid in and out of her fast, his balls recklessly smashing against her body as she shuddered with ecstasy.
His breathing became heavy and his balls started to clench together. He withdrew his cock and took aim. His cock jerked, shooting hot strings of cum onto her tits. Stuart groaned as one final string glazed her beautiful breasts, his breathing matching hers as they both struggled.
Charlotte removed the gasmask, coughing as she took in as much air as she possibly could. Her heart was racing with pure adrenaline as Stuart had given her the best fuck of her entire life. Grabbing his phone, he paid the rest of the money into her bank.
Payment successful.
“And there’s plenty more where that came from slut,” he said between laboured breaths.
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