Once upon a time, in a land in the far northeast...lived an Evil Slutmaster who ruled his small kingdom with an Iron Will.
In this small kingdom were several young wenches, all of them belonging to the Evil Slutmaster save one. This one that he did not possess was the fairest of them all, with flaxen hair and big blue eyes, tits firm and large and the uncum pussy that dreams are made of...and the Evil Slutmaster was convinced that this wench could be the living embodiment of all his evil desires, if he could but own her.
Regularly the Slutmaster fucked the homefront wenches but there always seemed to be that one last load in his cock left over for the kinkiest wench of all, and he somehow suspected that this missing wench would finally satisfy him completely. He came up with a plan to kidnap her from her Father's home and set about to do so...
One early autumn morning, while most of the kingdom was still asleep, the Evil Slutmaster mounted his trusty steed and rode to the home of the flaxen wench. He had already determined which sleeping area was hers, and he stealthily got off the horse, climbed into her open window, and the sight he beheld entranced him fully.
There in the complete abandonment of sleep lay this flaxen beauty, the bedclothes all bunched at the foot of her bed, and her naked loveliness open to full and total view. Her breasts rose up with pink hard and pointed nipples, her mouth was red and wet and open, her legs splayed open just enough for him to view the pussy of his desire, and her breathing was measured and even as she dreamt sweet dreams. The Slutmaster was beside himself with desire and felt his huge cock inflate in his breeches. It took all the restraint he could muster to not ravish her right there, asleep in her Father's home...
He moved closer to the bed, his own breathing becoming heavier, and as he knelt near her, he could inhale the warm scent of her, it inflamed his desires all the more. He slowly reached out to touch her flaxen tresses and as he did, she moved and shifted position in the little bed so that he could see more of her wet cunt.
As he inspected the object of his total and complete desires, his cock throbbed harder with need and he had an overwhelming urge to stroke it off all over her tits and cunt. He stood up slowly, pulled out his huge hard cock, and began stroking it with one hand while with the other he rubbed her flaxen tresses around the cockhead.
She shifted again and sighed this time and he nearly came when her hand inadvertently strayed southward to touch her pussy hair. As she slept, she began to rub and touch her clit, which was very pink and becoming hard enough to protrude through the pussy lips and the soft curling hairs. He realized how hot she must be, after all, she was still an unfucked virgin but obviously had needs...