Victoria No# 3

Victoria    No# 3

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Vickie and Greg prepare to leave the safety of the apartment.

Summary

Vickie and Greg prepare to leave the safety of the apartment.

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Submitted: April 08, 2013

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Victoria No# 3

Greg hung up the cell phone and turned it off.  He turned around to see that Vickie was setting up in the middle of the huge California king bed, with blankets nestled all around her, he smiled at her, “Well lil’ one tonight we leave have you ever been to New York state?” He was expecting a lot of answer but not the one he got.  “Yes,” was her one work simple reply.  He watched as she attempted to get up. 

Vickie winced when her sore, bruised and cut feet hit the floor.  She tried to walk normal she needed to go to the bathroom but didn’t want Greg to think she was a wimp.  She took one step and fell to her knee’s a small cry escaping her lips.  Within seconds she had been scooped up and was now cradled in the warm comfortable arms that had so quickly become her favorite place to be.  He grabbed one of her small feet in his large hand and looked at it. Frowning he said, “why did you not mention how bad your feet where before.”  Vickie could feel her face burning as she looked away not wanting to look into the pools of emotion in his beautiful dark blue eyes.  She jumped when she felt him grab her chin and force her to look at him. She could tell he was upset with her and she expected to be hit, yelled at or anything other than what he did.  He gently kissed her forehead, pulled her to him and held her tight for a few minutes.

Greg’s mind was racing he seen the look on Vickie’s face when he grabbed her chin so she would stop looking away. She though he was going to strike her. Greg had never hit a woman in his life for any reason, his heart filled with nothing but a fierce desire to protect this girl. He had not really given a lot of thought to  her back ground but he also knew most dancers in the red light district was not there because they choose to be they was there as a last resort it was dance, be a hooker, or die.  He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom setting her down near the toilet he turned and walked out. A few moments later he heard the shower start.  Greg walked over to the large closet in the corner his ex-girlfriend had left some cloths there he was sure.  He opened the closet and started rummaging through the clothing, his ex was larger framed then Vickie he wasn’t sure he would find anything to fit her. He smiled as he neared the back of the closet the clothing chooses got smaller.  Tabatha was a yoyo dieter her weight went up and down luckily when she left it was on an up so many of the smaller things where stuffed to the back of the closet.  Even still none of the pants would fit Vickie she was so tiny, he did however find a couple dresses he had never seen before one even still had tags on it. They would not be a great fit but good enough. He tossed the two on the bed and walked to the bathroom door, the water had stopped. He opened the door walked in picked the wet girl up out of the shower and sat her down on the counter top. He wrapped one of the large towels that seemed to be in endless supply, from the closet, around her and picked up one of her feet.  He said not a word and simply smiled at her. He pulled a first aid kit out of the towel closet and bandaged both her feet. She giggled when she held them both up in front of her. “What are you giggling about,” Greg asked her with a smile. “I look like I am turning into a mummy,” she answered.

Greg took the towel Vickie was wrapped in and started to dry her off, runny the towel over every inch of her body. Vickie noticed the bulge in the front of Greg’s lounge pants when he was drying her off.  She slide one of her hands down the front of his pants and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He sucked air in and closed his eyes for a second enjoying the gentle gliding motion of her hand as she pumped up and down his hard cock.  Greg pulled Vickie to the edge of the counter top and dropped to his knees in front of her pulling her legs open he spread her pussy lips with his fingers to expose her hard sensitive clit.  It was wet and looked so good, Greg leaned in and sucked it between his lips; he felt Vickie jump as the sensation ran through her. He slowly lapped at her pussy till she was pushing on the back of his head and grinding her hips into him.  “Not yet my beautiful Princess,” he said as he slide his pointer finger and middle finger deep into her pussy and began rubbing her g-spot over and over. Her breathing was getting labored he knew she was near; he wanted her to squirt all over his face.  She cried out, “Oh God, Greg that feels so damn good!” She then squirted pussy juice all over his face, he clamped his mouth down on her clit and sucked and licked till she orgasmed two more times.  Greg stood up, picked Vickie up and slides his hard cock deep in her pussy. She was so tight and felt so good. Vickie wrapped her legs around Greg as his cock slammed into her sensitive pussy. She jumped a little when her back came into contact with the cold wall, but within seconds the cold wall did not matter. Greg slides his tongue in her mouth as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her.  She clung to him enjoying every second of being with him.  She moved her hips forward when she felt his muscles all tighten up; he filled her tiny pussy once again full. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him hard. He sat her back down on the counter and handed her the towel he had dried her off with. 

Vickie slowly walked into the bed room on the cloud of her new bandages while Greg showered. There was two beautiful dresses lying on the bed, she picked up the deep purple one and slide it over her head.  The dress was loose to say the least but it was clothing and she had none. She wondered about shoes.  Her stomach was empty she had not eaten anything in well over 24 hours she was so hungry as she decided to venture into the rest of the apartment. The next room from the bedroom was a large living room with heavy wood furniture, the cushions a  country blue that matched the large area rug in the center of the room, the floors where hardwood in fact the same color wood as the furniture. She smiled when she rounded the corner to see a large kitchen with industrial looking appliances. She walked over to the refrigerator and was disappointed to find it void of anything other than bottles of water.  She did however; greedily chug half a bottle before replacing the lid and setting it on the counter.  Vickie opened every cabinet finding no a can, pouch or inkling of food. She jumped when she heard Greg, “We will get food when we leave town her in a few minutes Princess.” She felt a little guilty for rummaging through his kitchen. He walked to her she was like a magnet to him he could not be near her without having to touch her.  He brushed the normal rogue strand of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead. “Have you ever road on a motorcycle,” he asked her. 


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