Dan Webster

Forced into damnation

CHAPTER ONE

Shari reached behind her and undid the clasp of her lacy bra. She shrugged her shoulders and lit the wispy white garment slide down the length of her arms, freeing her breasts from the confinement of its tightly constricting cups. Then she dropped the bra to the floor and shook her shoulders, letting her breasts sway from side to side.

Although she was thin, Sheri's tits were big enough to fill the cups of her size thirty-six-C bra. She ran her hands over them lightly, feeling her silver-dollar-size pink nipples begin to pucker and harden. She held them in her fingers for a moment, turning them back and forth like the knobs of a radio. Then she drooped her hands to the waistband of her black pantyhose. Hooking her thumbs under the elastic she began tugging them downward slowly and deliberately.

The john was lying on the bed watching her undress. He hadn't said a word since picking her up in the street and had stripped in silence as soon as they got into the room. Sheri could see his cock hardening as he let his gaze travel up and down the length of her near-naked body. With one hand he was idly stroking himself.

After Sheri had lowered the pantyhose over her hips she stepped closer to the bed and stopped swaying her body sensuously. The john could see a few wisps of curling pubic hair poking out over the lowered waistband. He held his breath, waiting for her to pull it down all the way. He looked up at her face and saw that she was licking her lips.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Haven't seen enough," he responded. His voice was raspy and strident, as though he was trying to cover his nervousness.

Sheri could see that she was turning him on. She liked to turn men on. It was one of the few things about her life that gave her any satisfaction at all. Every time a man gave her money, it was proof that he wanted her. And having men want her was all that she had left.

She tugged the pantyhose down a little further, exposing her tangled bush of pubic hair. It was black, contrasting sharply with the platinum blonde wig that she wore. The john drew his breath in sharply at the sight of her naked crotch area. "I didn't think you were a natural blonde," he said.

Sheri just laughed.

"How about that birth mark on your chin?" he asked. "Is that natural?"