Erotic Story: A Virgin, A Lawyer, and A Fucking Machine - Femail
Source: lushstories.com
When you think you have finally figured out what you want and need in life fate has a way of stepping smack dab in the middle of your path halting you in mid stride.
Born to middle class working parents, Amber always dreamed of living the good life. She dreamed of driving a fancy car and living in a big fancy house but Amber knew these where but dreams, fairy tales, cast to the wind as a child might blow a dandelion flower scattering the seeds.
Amber scraped and saved every penny she had so she could attend the West Haven College. Amber at twenty is a small petite woman, fine boned, delicate, with stunning deep set hazel eyes, a fine straight nose and very soft pink lips. She has a voice so sweet and gentle she hardly speaks above a whisper. She is quiet and keeps to herself. She never wants to draw attention to herself, always feeling ashamed and over classed by the other college students. Amber enjoys the academics of college, it’s the socializing that haunts her.
Every spring the college holds a spring formal ball, the girls dress in long flowing gowns, their necks adorned with jewels, their ears dripping with diamonds. The young men rent tuxedos; they rent long black stretch limousines and go eat at a fancy restaurant.
Amber had no grand delusions about attending the spring ball. She didn't have money for a fancy ball gown nor a boyfriend to escort her if she did scrape up the money for the fancy dress. Amber lived in reality and for her reality meant staying alone in her tiny one bedroom apartment studying and eating frozen pizza.
Fate stepped in again changing the course of life for Amber, one week before the spring ball.
Amber was waiting tables at the country club. A large group of lawyers was having a golf outing and Amber was happy to be working, lawyers tipped very well. That's when she was introduced to Mr. Hanley.
Mr. Hanley is a very well known civil lawyer. His charming smile and easy going manner has a way of putting a person at ease very quickly. Amber knows Mr. Hanley only through eavesdropped conversations.
Mr. Hanley's daughter Rachel goes to the same college as Amber, of course they don't socialize but on the rare occasion Amber sometimes finds herself next to Rachel and her clique of friends in the library.
Amber knows about the expensive dress and matching accessories Rachel has to wear to the ball. Oh yes, Amber knows a lot about the very active socialite Rachel Hanley, and much, much more.
Mr. Hanley breaks into Amber's daydreaming and kindly says, “I have seen you before have I not?”
“Yes sir,” she says, “I go to the same college as your daughter Rachel.”
“Oh of course, has Rachel mentioned to you that she's hosting a party for all her friends before the ball? The girls will get dressed at our estate and I have hired a photographer to take pictures.”
Amber tried to hide her crestfallen expression, but Mr. Hanley being the lawyer that he is, noticed the change in Amber.
He excuses himself from his friends, taking Amber by the elbow; he gently guides her to a corner of the restaurant.
“Amber, what's wrong my dear? he asks.
“Nothing, Mr. Hanley,” but a tear gives her away as it sides silently down her soft cheek. Mr. Hanley looks into her eyes and his heart broke for Amber.
“Tell me sweet child has my daughter been mean to you?”
More tears fall.
“No, no she has not, for we are not friends; I am not of her same social circle.”
Amber tried to leave Mr. Hanley, but he’s not done.
“My dear, what does that mean?”
“Mr. Hanley, I must work and scrape to attend college. Rachel is pretty, smart, and popular, I am none of those things.”
Tears run freely down Amber’s face, she's ashamed, embarrassed and probably going to get fired now.
Mr. Hanley hands Amber his monogrammed handkerchief. Amber declines until he places it in her hands and softy says, “Please, I can't stand watching a woman cry, please, come to the estate with the other girls, please.”
Amber shakes her head, “No.”
Mr. Hanley is a man accustomed to hearing yes, never no is taken back. “Why, Amber?”
“I..I..,” she stammers, “I don't have money for a gown I'm not going to the ball.”
Mr. Hanley only smiled. “My dear, every woman should attend a ball.”
He reached into his wallet and pulled out five one hundred dollar bills. He hands the money to Amber.
“Here, go buy yourself a gown and all the pretty accessories you need, and come to my estate Saturday at ten am.”
Amber floated through the rest of her shift that day, hardly believing her what just happened, but the cash in her purse was proof that it wasn't a dream.
The very next day she starts shopping for the perfect gown. She searches and searches until she almost has given up, then she finds it. The gown is blush pink, long silk flowing gown, a sweat heart neckline. It’s soft and delicate, just like Amber.
The day of the party she arrives at the Hanley estate at 10 am sharp. Her heart is pounding rapidly in her small bosom as she makes her way up the long walk.
All the girls are laughing and getting pretty for the ball. Rachel is the queen bee buzzing around, laughing and showing off her jewelry.
Amber watches as Rachel shows of a beautiful heart necklace ringed with diamonds, Amber's breath catches in her chest as she realized the necklace she paid twenty dollars for is very similar to Rachel’s very real, very diamond one.
Rachel and the girls continue to primp themselves; Rachel lays the necklace on the dresser, forgotten. Without out a second thought Amber slides her long white gloves on and quietly moves to the dresser. She looks around nonchalantly as she slides the real diamond necklace into her gloved hand. Amber replaced the real one with her fake one. Her hearts beats wildly, but the deed is done. The necklace is taken and it’s hers now.
She smiles happily as she joins the other girls for pictures.
The ball is located inside the fancy crystal room at the country club. White linens cover the round tables, soft candles flicker throughout the enchanted room. The women's' ball gowns shimmer reflecting the glowing light.
Amber never dreamed this night would happen for her. She pushes the guilt aside for having stolen the necklace, now it’s all about fun.
The music is fast and pumping; everyone is dancing, and having a great time. Amber is lost in the adrenaline rush as man after man asks her to dance. She feels like Cinderella hoping that the clock never strikes twelve.
Amber danced until the very last song was played, this was the best night of her life.
Mr. Hanley had supplied the girls with a limousine which would return the girls back to the estate for a sleep over. Amber knows this could be her only chance to return the necklace without anyone being any the wiser.
She agonizes over it all the way back to the estate. But in the end she knows what she needs to do, she needs to return the necklace.
Amber waits until everyone is asleep downstairs in the living room before she sneaks into Rachel’s bedroom. Her palms are sweating but she knows it’s the right thing to do. She reaches for the beautiful mahogany box, her hand trembles a little, she feels sick to her stomach.
Amber is startled by these next words.
"Did you think you could get away with it? Is that how to repay me for my generosity, by stealing from my daughter?”
“I..ah..I was just looking at it, honest.”
Mr. Hanley moves in close behind Amber, she can smell his spicy thick cologne. He laughs next to her ear, “Don't try and lie you little minx. I'm a lawyer I know all the tricks.”
His arms wrap around her tiny waist, he whispers into her ear, “You can keep the necklace if you have sex with me.”
“No… No, Mr. Hanley, I don't want the necklace, please just let me go.”
“Call me Eric. Listen to me, Amber, I have been stroking my cock three times a day dreaming about your hot little body, when you entered the estate you were under surveillance the whole time. You see, Amber, I love watching my daughter’s friends undress.”
His fingers start to massage her small breasts through her silk ball gown.
"I watched you take the necklace my pretty, but even before that temptation I jerked my cock off when I saw you in your pink thong and bra. Your perfect bald, creamy pussy, mmm, peaking out between your soft white thighs. My cock was so hard in my hand. I watched you the whole time, Amber.”
She feels his hands slide down her waist and underneath the gown as he pushes her hard against the dresser. His fingers move the tiny thong to one side as he rubs his long thin fingers around the outside of her perfectly waxed pussy.
He continues the soft talk, all the while his fingers are playing inside her pussy.
“You see my dear, it's quite simple to understand. Let me enjoy your sweet, sexy young body, and you can keep the necklace. Treat me really well and more trinkets will follow, maybe even your education will be paid for. What do you say, Amber? Do we have a deal?”
Amber’s head is spinning, her college paid for? How can she turn that down? She rationalizes her action with reality, it's only sex. Who cares, one time, just one time.
Amber turns in his arms, his fingers inside her pussy.
She says, “For one night of sex you promise to pay for the next three years of college?”
He plants two fingers deep inside her hot, wet, pussy and says, "Yes baby, trust me, it will be paid for first thing Monday morning.”
“Okay Eric, I believe you.”
Eric thumbs her clit hard before pulling his fingers out of her juicy pussy. He takes her hand and walks down twisting and turning corridors of the lavish sprawling estate. Amber is totally confused and bewildered by the time he stops in front of a set of deep dark heavy doors. Eric looks around making sure he wasn't followed and slips a key into the locked door.
The room is filled with all kinds of machines, tables, straps, whips; one whole table has an assortment of vibrators and massive size dildos. The scariest thing is what looks to be a fucking machine. Amber tries to back out the door but Eric holds her firmly in his grasp.
Eric moves Amber to the center of the dimly lit room. Her breathing is fast, her small breasts rise and fall rapidly.
“That's a very beautiful gown my money bought. Such a shame you'll never be wearing it again.”
He takes a pair of shiny silver scissors and from the floor to her breasts, he opens the dress exposing her sweet young, sexy body. He cuts the thong and bra, both slide to the cold cement floor.
Eric walks around Amber, his eyes slowly travel up and down her naked body. He reaches out and caresses her left small nipple. It responds to his touch, becoming a hard little bud. He flicks his fingers over the right nipple, watching in satisfaction as it responds the same way.
He slaps her gorgeous bald pussy. Amber jumps, Eric slaps it again.
“Do you like that little girl?”
“No!” Eric moves behind her and slaps her ass hard! “Ouch!” she yells.
Eric laughs, “I bet you like that even less.”
He slaps her ass until it's glowing cherry red. He points to the fucking machine.
“Do you know what that is, Amber?”
Softly she says, “No.”
“Amber, that's a mega powered fucking machine, the best that money can buy. That cost one year of your classes.”
Amber is dumbstruck. She's never seen such a thing. It's chromed, powered by a small motor. He guides her to the machine.
“Amber, on your knees, you’re going to suck my cock while the machine fucks your pussy and your tight rosebud ass.”
Amber’s eyes go wide with fright. Eric straps Amber’s thighs to the bench as he lubes up two huge, thick, dildos. He places the biggest one in the rod for her pussy, the slightly smaller one for her ass.
He guides them into her holes and flips the switch, slowly at first; they begin to penetrate her openings. She can feel the pressure deep in her ass, as the dildo slowly forces its way through the dark tunnel.
“Oh my God, oh… oh…,” she whimpers, and then her pussy clutches the other dildo. Her pussy is milking the toy. She loves it, the sweet pressure in her ass, and the silky, soft rhythm in her juicy cunt. She feels her hymen give way as she becomes a virgin no longer.
Eric unzips his pants and pulls a very impressive nine inch thick cock out of his boxers. He watches Amber, enjoying the sound the machine makes each time it moves in and out of her sweet, juicy pussy.
Eric moves in front of Amber, pulling her jaw down as he stuffs his hard, thick cock deep down her throat. She gags on it, it chokes her. She can feel it swelling even thicker as she sucks him.
Each time the machine pushes inside her she sucks harder, it’s a relentless game but it feels wonderful to Amber. She's enjoying the cock sucking and pussy and ass fucking all at the same relentless pace.
She feels the build of pressure but not knowing what an orgasm feels like, it builds and builds until the painful need for release slams through her body she screams around Eric’s cock as her cum squirts onto the cold cement floor.
Eric grabs her head plowing his cock deep as he shoots his load in her mouth. She tries to spit out the foul load, but he holds her jaws closed forcing her to swallow his thick white cream.
He wipes his cock on her ass as he releases her from the well used fucking machine. He grabs the thick belt with the strap on and tells Amber to stand. He attaches the belt around her tiny waist as he places a big, thick, ass dildo to the belt. He covers it with lube and kneels across the bench of the fucking machine.
“Amber, fuck my ass now,” he says, “fuck me hard, like the fucking machine just did to you.”
Amber holds the smeared dildo as she pulls Eric’s ass apart. She pushes the tip in watching his ass pucker and suck the toy, then without warning she shoves it in hard. Eric screams bloody murder as the toy rips him open.
Amber pumps her hips in and out, ramming Eric's ass, slapping his ass until it glows red. Eric is stroking his own cock with his oiled hand. He's close to coming, so close. He squeezes it hard and pulls and squirts his cum all over his hand. He watches it drip onto the cement, his vision blurs and he passes out falling to the floor laying in his own cum.
Amber takes the strap on off and tosses it to the floor. She noticed the camera on the wall when she was face fucking Eric. She needs to find the tape she is sure exists. If she can find that tape, Mr. Hanley’s going to pay for more than her college.
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