My Little Whores
My little Whores is a book about love, about obsession, and about time. It is told almost as memoir of an old man as he recalls the happiest moments of his life, moments that include the gorgeous Nymphet, an 18-year-old woman who becomes his obsession, and the gorgeous, dark haired young woman they include in their relationship. More
My little Whores is a book about love, about obsession, and about time. It is told almost as memoir of an old man as he recalls the happiest moments of his life, moments that include the gorgeous Nymphet, an 18-year-old woman who becomes his obsession, and the gorgeous, dark haired young woman they include in their relationship.
He loves and obsesses over a young woman who will never truly be his. Through it all he has the most amazing sex, and yet it isn’t enough. That is until the day he finds a way to keep her as his own, even if just a small part of her.
With the inclusion of another beautiful young girl our narrator finds his own place in their world, using the girls just as they use him. Now that happily for now seems accessible they can all concentrate on the best sex of their lives.
This story contains very graphic depictions of oral, anal, and vaginal sex, as well as BDSM, fetish, and multiple partners. It is intended for adults over the age of 18.
All characters in this book are over 18 (barely) and consenting to the sexual depictions contained within.
This book is around 10,000 words long, and is the third book in the Seducing the Nymphet Series.
“No.” I took her hand before she could walk away. “If we are starting this open relationship tonight I get to have you all to myself first, on our bed, in our house, alone.” The tone of my voice let Brittany know this was non-negotiable.
She nodded happily, tugging me to my feet and leading me into the bedroom.
I dropped to my knees and put my mouth over her wetness, tasting the mixture of chlorine and her come, my nose burning from it as I lapped up her lips and over the swollen nub of her clit. My Nymphet was very flexible, and she liked to display this while on her back, especially when I was eating her out. She pulled her legs to her chest and then spread them wide, pressing them flat against the bed and opening herself up to me like a blooming flower. My tongue slipped inside of her, working to the rhythm of her moans as my thumb rubbed small circles over her pearl.
I knew what my Nymphet liked, and I wanted to make her happy. Slipping a finger into her ass roughly made her come every time, as did smacking my flattened hand over her clit. She liked it rough. She liked pain. I was upset and angry about her wanting other guys, even about her inviting the other woman into our house that night. Rather than letting that anger fester and turn into a cancer that would eventually kill our relationship I let it all out.