Melissa sighed softly as she pinched her nipples. She was scared and aroused. This was to be her first meeting with her new owner. She knew that he would want her as aroused as possible. She was to always be aroused and ready to be used. She was determined to please him.
Trent smiled as he thought of what would be happening later. He would be meeting his new toy at the bar. Little did she know, he would be fucking her tonight, whether she wanted him to or not.
Melissa tugged on the short skirt she wore. Trent had told her to make sure he could easily grab her ass tonight. Well the skirt was barely long enough to cover her ass, so she hoped it would be alright. The top wasn't much better, the cut was so low that she was sure if she moved wrong everyone would be able to see her tits. But, again, it was what he wanted and she wanted very much to please him. With a worried sigh, she walked into the bar.
Trent watched as Melissa came into the bar. He knew her on sight. The clothes she wore were perfect. The innocently scared attitude was even better. He got up as she walked to the bar. He slid up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"You look like a good little whore. Why don't you step outside with me and let me get to know you a little better?" He laughed as she stiffened and started to protest. "Hello, Melissa." The words instantly quieted her.
Melissa's heart was pounding as Trent ordered drinks for them. This was the first time she had seen him. He scared her a little, coming up behind her the way he did. But it had excited her more than she cared to admit when he called her a whore. She squirmed on the bar stool. The skirt had ridden up, almost showing her bare pussy. And the shirt constantly shifted, almost showing her tits.
Trent smiled and put a hand on Melissa's knee, hoping to calm her. She looked ready to bolt and he didn't want that. She was blushing and squirming like a little kid.
"Let's take a little walk? You look about ready to run away from me." Trent chuckled and carefully took her hand, leading her to the door. Goddamn! That skirt was driving him nuts! He smiled as the material shifted and he caught a glimpse of her bare ass.
Melissa took a deep breath as they walked outside. She wanted very much to run, but something else was demanding that she stay. She sighed and turned to Trent. He smiled and held her hand a little tighter.
"I won't hurt you, unless you want me too. Do you want that? Do you want to hurt for me?" He held his breath and slowly pulled her closer. Her whine was almost to soft to hear and her breath seemed to come in little gasps. "You want me, don't you?"
Melissa could not seem to get any air into her lungs. She though she would pass out at any moment. But she nodded. Yes, yes, she very much wanted this man. A man she knew almost nothing about and had only just met. God, she had never wanted anything more in her life!
Trent smiled and slowly directed her to his car. His hand went from her waist to her ass. It was big and round and bare under the tiny skirt. He stopped her at his car and carefully pushed her against it, his hand squeezing her ass. Her moan made his cock jump.
