first meeting_(4)

Cantara is 31 never married from Egypt, went to the kitchen in the guest house where she is staying. She is
5′ 4″ small petite figure with long brown hair and dark eyes, small pert breasts and a small ass. She was
surprised to see me, I held out my hand. ” Hold on. I want to talk to you.” She is alone with me and very uncomfortable. Facing her, no more than two feet from her. I grin, looking her up and down and she gulps nervously. Out of habit, she has clasped her hands behind her back, something she had been taught growing up in Egypt. This had the effect of pulling her shoulders back, and thrusting her chest forward, placing a small strain on her dress. Her nipples are pushing hard against the fabric. I look at her as she stood in front of me, frozen in fear. She swallows hard as I look at her. My eyes appear different to her this time. They are raw, carnal and what she thought might be a little bit of lust. I move close to her, I drop my hands to side of her face. Slowly dragging my calloused fingers over her cheek, over her silky lips, and down her satin neck stopping at the neck of her blouse. ” You can by a new dress!” My words scared her. My large hands parted fast and hard ripping her dress open, ripping the material from her body. She jumps in shock at what had happened, looking up at me, not sure what is going on. I read the worry in her face, I’m quick to comment.

” Today I will teach you, how to please me,” I said. ” Lessons on leaving the door open.” She stares back at me, eyes wide and mouth open. She is too stunned to speak. ” I like young women,” I went on. ” It makes me hard.” I grab her hand pressing it to the growing bulge in the crotch of my pants. ” When I see mini skirts with a small ass like yours , makes my cock hard.” I press her hand to my crotch harder. She feels my cock strain on my pants more. ” When I get very horny, I don’t think, I act. I expect you to be available!” I said. She simply nodded as she pulled her hand away from my throbbing crotch. She tries to back away, but she isn’t quick enough. She found my large hand tightly closed around her small wrist, as I unclasp her bra. She gasps loudly as tears begin to trickle down her face as I continue. ” I love small firm breasts,” as my hand firmly and roughly grab her naked breast. ” I love to touch them, lick them, and bite them.” I pull her to me and lean my head down to her full B cup breasts. She begins to whimper and sob softly. ” No John please, don’t.” ” This lesson is not optional!” I snap back as I tug her arm sharply. ” You will have to learn, I will show you!” I drop my head to her chest, licking her nipple then I suck harder than she thought was possible. ” OWW! JOHN! THAT HURTS!” She screamed and swung her free hand towards my head before I caught it in my other hand and pinned them both together tightly behind her back in my one hand. ” Good!” I snap back as my mouth moves from breast to breast, biting them, sucking and licking at them. She stood there struggling under every sensation, tears streaming down her face as I have my way.