Chapter 2: 2

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Comments: 3

Demi’s stomach churned with nerves as she followed Mrs. Davis into a small bedroom.

Mrs. Davis opened a side door. “This is your bathroom,” she half-smiled thinking Demi wasn’t like the other girls Mr. Turner hired for his son. They were always barely dressed with heavily applied makeup and always eager to do business with Michael, but the tiny girl dressed in her jeans and t-shirt looked like a deer in headlights. “There are towels on the rail and a dressing gown hanging behind the door. I’ll go and make you something to eat.”

Demi croaked a nervous thank you as she watched the chubby housekeeper leave the room. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at the large bed with its purple cover and wondered how many other girls Mr. Turner had brought to the house for his son. Placing her small holdall in the large empty dark wood wardrobe she took a deep breath and made her way to the bathroom.


Standing in the shower under the hot water spray; reality hit her. Leaning against the wall she began to sob. Demi knew her mom was bad but never in a million years did she think that she would put her in such a vulnerable situation. Taking several deep breaths to compose herself, she knew she had to do this, not for her mom but for her siblings so they wouldn’t get hurt.


Wrapping herself in a large fluffy towel, Demi sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Mrs. Davis to return. “God help me,” she shuddered at the thought of having sex.

With staying at home taking care of her siblings while her mother was always out getting drunk, she never had time for boyfriends. The only thing she knew about sex is what she learned in education classes at school and what her friends had described when they had done it.

The bedroom door gently knocking snapped her out of her thoughts. Her heart painfully thudded as she slowly opened the door thinking it would be Mr. Turner’s son. Sighing with relief when she saw Mrs. Davis, she moved aside to let her in.

“I forgot to ask what you would like to eat, so I’ve made an assortment of sandwiches for you.” Mrs. Davis said placing the silver tray on the bedside cabinet.

Demi stared at the neatly cut sandwiches, her stomach churned. “Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” she mumbled.

“Are you sure, dear?” Mrs. Davis asked gently placing her hand on Demi’s shoulder.

“Yes, I already ate before I came,” Demi lied taking a deep breath, she just wanted to get the night over and done with. “I’m ready now.”

Still wearing the white fluffy dressing gown, Demi’s legs felt like jelly as she followed Mrs. Davis across the hallway to the other side of the house. Mrs. Davis knocked on Mr. Turner’s son’s bedroom door and opened it. “Michael,” She called standing in the doorway. “Your visitors here.”

“Thank you, Mary,” Demi heard a deep voice say.

Mrs. Davis stepped aside and gestured Demi to enter. “You can go in now.” She half smiled still feeling sorry for the girl.

Demi’s heart painfully thudded in her chest as she slowly entered the bedroom, holding her dressing gown tight around her.

“Come here,” she heard a man’s voice say from the side of her.

Demi slowly turned towards the voice and froze. Sitting on a large comfy chair wearing a dark brown bathrobe, was the man she had seen on the stairs.

“Come here,” he said again a little more sternly. Demi couldn’t move. Michael stood up, walked across the room, took her hand, and led her to his chair. “What’s your name?” he asked sitting in front of her.

Demi kept her eyes down. “Does it matter?” she mumbled holding on tight to her dressing gown.

“I’d like to know the name of the girl I’m fucking tonight.” He said placing his hands on hers to try and open the gown. “And look at me when I’m talking to you.” He sternly spoke.

Demi’s grip grew tighter on the gown; she raised her eyes to look at him. Oh my god, she thought staring at the good-looking man sitting in front of her. With his black hair, icy blue eyes, and dimpled cheeks, she thought he was gorgeous.

“Like what you see?” Michael looked at her with amusement watching her pupils dilate.

Demi’s heart raced as she nervously swallowed; she didn’t know what to say.

Michael choked a little laugh as he felt her grip loosen on the gown. “Now what have we here?” he quietly spoke slowly opening her gown and watched it slide down her shoulders to the floor. Feeling embarrassed, Demi crossed her arms over her breast and looked down. “Look at me,” he said standing in front of her. Demi shook her head. He hooked his finger under her chin and raised her face. Staring into the eyes of the petite brown-eyed beauty in front of him, he sensed something different about her and could see she was nervous. “Tell me your name.” He gently spoke.


“Demi,” she whispered.

“Thank you,” he said taking a step back to take a better look at the naked beauty in front of him. “You’re like a little doll.” He smiled gently stroking her tiny waist then cupped her breast and stroked his thumbs over her nipples that grew hard to his touch. Demi felt confused, under the circumstances she should have been scared but he was making her feel weak and tingly. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad after all losing her virginity to him.

Michael took hold of her hand and led her to the bed. “Lie down,” he quietly ordered turning her back to it.

Demi could barely breathe as she sat on the edge of the bed, shuffled backward, and lay down.

Michael with his dressing gown still on straddled over her placing his hands on each side of her head. Her heart raced as they stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever.

Demi was nervous and wished he’d just get on with it.

Any other time Michael had a call girl, it was only for a night. He’d drag them to his bed and rush to satisfy all his needs. But this call girl was different, his father had told him he’d hired her for him until he got bored with her so he wouldn’t have to rush.

Michael slightly shuffled backward, nuzzled his face against her neck, and began kissing it. Demi’s breathing deepened as he worked his way down to her breast. Tingling between her legs she let out a gentle gasp as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. Moving slowly downwards he licked and sucked hard on her skin. Demi squirmed biting her lip, she couldn’t believe how good it felt. Michael nuzzled his face between her legs, his hot tongue gently slid up her slit and latched onto her clit. Demi moaned loudly gripping his hair as she ground her pussy against him. She didn’t want the feeling to end.

“Your fucking soaked,” he growled sliding two fingers into her while sucking her clit. Demi’s head rolled back, her body stiffened, the most amazing burning sensation rushed through her body. She wanted to scream with pleasure. Grabbing the pillow next to her she pulled it over her face and howled loudly into it as the burning sensation rushed to her head. Michael pulled his fingers out and stuck his tongue as deep as he could inside her, licking her juice like his life depended on it. Demi could barely breathe, she couldn’t take anymore and tried pushing his head away. He held onto her hips pulling her closer to his face still licking her wildly. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she tried to struggle to move him away from her.

Michael moved back wiping his shiny wet face with the back of his hand. “That was fucking sweet.” He grinned watching her flushed face gasping for air. He crawled across the bed, took a glass of water from the bedside cabinet, and relaxed against the headboard. “Have some of this,” he said holding the glass towards her. “It’s going to be a long night; you need to keep yourself hydrated. I’m gonna take my time with you my little virgin,” he grinned.

Submitted: October 13, 2021

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Harriet-Jacqui's Hormones

Stunning - you're a really great writer, Kitty!

Thu, October 14th, 2021 9:12pm


Thank you, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story :)

Thu, October 14th, 2021 3:58pm


Fantabulous! It doesn't hurt that Michael is beautiful, that's for sure. You're doing a nice job of inferring Demi's emotional confusion - her repulsion related to being forced into this situation verses her attraction for Michael. She also is anxious, as any virgin would be, for her first time. There's a lot going on.

Michael has adjusted himself as well. No doubt a man of punishing aggression, he has tempered his approach when confronted with such a delicate flower as Demi. He senses her innocence even without the knowledge of her virginity. He accommodates her hesitation.

Still, Michael is by no means a humble character. He's very much aware of his looks and prowess. You've presented that part of his personality well. He likes reading Demi's reaction to him in her eyes, even if she's unable or unwilling to voice her amazement.

The fact that he likes oral is surprising. I suppose we don't know that he does, but he none the less offers it to Demi who certainly enjoys it. A man in Michael's position doesn't need to be concerned about pleasing his partner. Michael seems interested in doing that. Perhaps it is for egotistical reasons and not for Demi. Perhaps it's because Demi is so unusual - not your run of the mill prostitute.

Very well written, delicious detail and description. Erotic and invigorating!

Fri, October 15th, 2021 10:10pm


Thank you. Demi is certainly attracted to Michael. He does know she's a virgin.
Michael is complicated, he has his own problems going on but he's not bad as his father.
He enjoys teasing Demi and is attracted to her too. He just wants to take his time with her to see how far he can push her. ;)

Sat, October 16th, 2021 6:45am


This is fudging awesome !!!!!!!!

Thu, October 21st, 2021 12:56am


Thank you :D

Thu, October 21st, 2021 4:07am

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