I'll be tight enough...I hope

He pressed forward, the tip of his cock sliding along my lips. The water from the shower flowed over our bodies as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. With one hand, he lifted my left leg. With the other, he traced spirals on my chest, occasionally ending at my puffy, erect nipple. As he kissed my neck, he started to slide the length of his shaft between my thighs, my pussy coating the top of his cock with my juices. I whimpered, growing impatient to feel him fill me as his veiny skin teased my clit with each stroke.

His cockhead slid into place, and I started to grind my pussy down onto it. He smiled and shook his head, only allowing my inner lips to engulf it, but stopped short of thrusting in, only allowing the tip to mushroom against my opening. "No. You must be tight for buyer." he said. I don't know why, but the reminder of being bought caused my body to quiver again. Who would it be I wondered. Some young prince from Saudi Arabia? Some powerful sheikh from Yemen? I didn't know. Of course, it could just as likely be some spiteful old bastard that would keep me locked in a harem, or a rug merchant that would throw me in as an extra incentive for his business partners...

I guided his hand to my pussy, and pressed it down over his extended finger. Staring into his eyes, I tightened my muscles, squeezing and kneeding his digit with my hot and wet cunt. "This may be the last time I will ever make love to a man of my choosing," with that, I tightened my pussy so hard, he couldn't even move his finger. "I'll be tight enough." I released my grip on it, and leaned my back against the shower wall.

Satisfied, he slid his cock into me with a smooth, slow thrust. My eyes fluttered as it entered me, gently stretching my walls. I grip and massaged its length with my cunt as he kissed me passionately, my fingernails digging into his powerful shoulders. He may have been my captor, he may have been the guy who was about to fucking sell me to a total stranger; but right now he was just a handsome man with a hard cock and a sensual touch.

He carried me to the bed with ease. As he laid me down over the sheets, I spread my legs, inviting him in. He grinned his subtle grin, and lowered his head to my sex. This was unexpected, but a pleasant surprise when I felt his tongue exploring my delicate lips. I closed my eyes, enjoying him mouth as it sucked and licked me until my hips were bucking wildly and my breath was catching in my throat. He worked a finger, and then two, inside of me. My hands gripped the sheets, pulling them from the corners of the bed as my soft feet played on his broad back as the first wave of orgasm swept over me. When my thighs released his head, he leaned back and pushed my legs together.

With one hand, he held both of my ankles, and pushed my legs forward. With the other, he held my hips off the bed. I didn't know what he was doing until I felt his tongue play over my asshole. The sensation was amazing! I giggled as his tongue tasted and licked it, the tender bud puckering.

"You will be tight enough...everywhere?" he asked, stroking his cock as he slid his body up. My knees were bent over one of his shoulders. I could feel the heat from his cockhead against my still tight asshole, and quivered in anticipation. One one hand, I desperately wanted to feel him inside me. On the other, if I wasn't tight enough I might go to a lower bidder, or worse...