Robert Jenkins

Tied up and teased

CHAPTER ONE

The voluptuous, dewy-lipped girl figured she was pretty well set up in life. She was happily employed as the mistress of a wealthy, powerful man, and she loved her work… keeping his huge cock happy.

Life was fine for the sexy teenage girl. She had all the expensive clothing she could ever want, a hot little red Triumph Spitfire, and all the fucking and sucking she could handle.

She smoothed her stockings. As she leaned over, her short, gauzy dress hiked up on her thighs, revealing the long gorgeous expanse of tan legs. She wanted to make sure she looked good when Martin arrived. He was due any minute, having been out making an important contact.

Her tits pushed against the thin dress top. Even braless, her full tits stood erect and full and proud. She knew how good she looked, and she carried the knowledge with a smug pride.

She had the man she wanted, and that was Martin. She didn't have to do anything except suck him, and he gave her all she wanted. Ellen was proud of her man. She loved her work, and she felt lucky to have met him.

She thought back to her high school days, before she had met Martin, and she marveled at how lucky she had been. The whole story was bizarre, and she tried to remember every detail. It had started a few months ago, when she had met her first boyfriend, Ricky…

She had been very young then, and was sexually inexperienced. She wanted to meet a boy, but she didn't know how to go about it.

School was out for the summer. Ellen's young mind was on beaches, parties, fun. She especially thought about Ricky, the new boy who had just entered school in the closing days of the semester. Great big lean Ricky.

He had taken a desk right in front of her, in her science class, only a month before. Ellen had spent hours staring at him, watching him arch his back in his seat, combing his hair. It had taken her weeks to get the courage to talk to him, and even her first shy contact had made her terribly nervous.

She had seen him in the cafeteria one day. He was, sitting by himself. He seemed to be staring out the window, and munching his cheese sandwich. Ellen remembered what had happened clearly.