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Some young ladies learn a lot pretty quick about sex and how to please, but still don't know anything about love! Innocence is often abused by blackmail and domination!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Quest for Love
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichQuest for Love
Quest for Love
by Hentai Jones
BookRix Edition
Copyright 2015
by Amé
Hentai Jones:
Quest for Love
It was a hot summer in July and my school holidays were absolutely boring me. All my girlfriends were somewhere away, relaxing in their tiny bikinis on a sunny beach, ogling beautiful muscle men in tight speedos. Our family was rather poor, my father worked his heart out at the local coal mine just to put enough food on the table. My older brother was home for a few weeks from boarding school, but he was not much fun - he was the more secretive type. He had a hobby room in the basement that was full of car models and other half finished projects of pirate ships or ancient submarines. It was the coolest place in the house, and today he was out, doing soccer practice with his friends.
The hobby room was dark and humid, and only the screen saver on his laptop threw a spooky light onto the walls. An unusual curiosity gripped my mind, I always wanted to find out, what he did down here for hours. With a single touch of the track pad the computer sprung to attention and displayed a shocking picture of a young woman - first I though, it was me, but a tiny liver spot on her chin proofed my intuition wrong. She wore a dog collar, was down on her fours and completely naked. She looked into the camera with total submission. She was built like me: the same narrow hips, the same little titties with huge dark brown nipples, and the same sheepish face! All my suspicions were awake!
Pressing the next button, the same girl filled the screen, this time from the back, her little bottom was certainly bright red from a recent spanking, and she had a tear running down her cheek. I was as shocked as intrigued, I got aroused and started to sweat into my new underwear. On the next picture she squatted in the corner and wore painful cloth-pegs on her nipples, and her facial expression was definitely begging for mercy! I felt my own nipples tingle, and when I looked closer at the screen I realised that she was actually peeing - a yellow dribble from her hairless puss formed a puddle on the concrete floor. I clenched my thighs hard, just remembering all the iced tea I drank after lunch.
The next picture threw me completely out of balance: the poor pet girl wore a bushy fox tail, tightly wedged up her backdoor - as we gently use to call it. It got worse and worse, but I couldn't stop, not now! There she was again, a naked man kneeling close behind her! I couldn't see his face, or any part of his dickel - as we gently named the ugly thing - it must have been deeply buried inside her - and her face portrayed sheer pain and shame. His powerful grip on her hips left her no chance of escape, his fingers dug deep into the soft flesh! My head started to spin, I felt like fainting - and even in the coolest room of the house I was sweating like a little pig from the heat of my own body - I was wet!
And I nearly suffered a heart attack as the door suddenly swung open and my brother swept into the room and switched the light on. He didn't shout at me for invading his privacy, but told me that he couldn't do much running on the field, because father trashed his buttocks bloody in the morning for the fifty Dollars that went missing from his wallet two days ago! And: because it wasn't him, there was only one other suspect - and that was me! Of course he was right, and my new underwear started to strangle me! Why do girls have this stupid desire of wearing the finest garments and stealing money for that stupid habit from her own parents? I blushed a stinging red and felt hotter than in hell for my petty sin!
My brother was not a bad looser - he may have been a pervert at that time, and he certainly looked as slimy as one of them to me, but he didn't deserve punishment in my place. His name was Trevor, and he grew nasty pimples on his pubescent chin, and the rough stubble of a juvenile beard on his cheeks. He told me, that he had repaid the furious father from his meagre pocket money earned with different side jobs, that he wouldn't dob me in if I repay him with my services. After spying at his private galleries I was afraid to know already what those services would be - but what possible excuse could I have had tried to refuse his demand? There was no other option than to agree, to be his pet slave for a week.
Gently he fixed the collar around my neck, warned me not to take it off for seven days, sat down and told me to undress. My light white blouse was already sticking to me like a second skin, and the lacy new panties were surely dripping from excitement. My bladder was full and yearning for relief, but Trevor was determined to see what for I had spent the stolen money! I would have liked to vanish into thin air or to simply shrink into the floor, I fingered the dooming slave collar for a while before undoing the top button of my blouse. What is the purpose of the sexiest underwear if nobody sees it, I pondered - but then it dawned on me: that if he had payed for it with his trashed bottom and his pocket money, he should be the first one to see!
A new rush of excitement flooded my soul - as a good catholic family we never showed our bodies to each other - only the naked buttocks to father for a punishing spanking. The arousing feeling of being naked we only enjoyed in the privacy of the locked bathroom or secretly in our own bed at night. Sure: I had touched myself in several forbidden places, the pleasure was quite nice, but the satisfaction as promised by the shady magazines in my brothers drawer had never occurred, no wave of bliss swept the fleshy shores of my eager camel toe. I feared already that something was wrong with me - that satisfaction could only happen between legally married people - but that all seemed just a religious scam to me - I had to find the truth!
Button by button my blouse opened under the glossy eyes of my new master and finally revealed the tiny pink lacy bra, that was hardly able to contain my stubborn brown nipples. Trevor took a deep breath and let out a silent whistle. The new-found power made his dull eyes sparkle - he couldn't believe his luck! Blood-red shame burned my cheeks like needles and my full bladder contracted violently to avoid the looming disaster. I fumbled with the zipper of my blue skirt, swaying on my feet like a tree in the wind, felt randy like a lolita, all the sexual feeling were zooming in at me at once - I was already a slave of my own expectations - not worrying anymore that I was the slave to my own brother!
