Pink, Part One

The outfit wasn't fooling me for a second. I knew this girl wasn't innocent. 

It took exploring of course, running my hands up those silk clad legs, making sure that I get to touch all of them, to straighten the pretty little bows on her stockings before moving on and up, higher and higher.

Checking all around that short frilly skirt, the bright pink and pure white frills denoting and innocence that was belied by the hot, wet, shaved beauty underneath. Once I found that I realized that I had been trapped, but I didn't care. 

I almost said that what was under that skirt - the perfect curves where her legs met her hips and her hips moved up to her torso, the glory of her backside and the secret hollows of her inner thighs that demanded long exploration... Sorry, I wandered off there. I almost said they weren't "pure" rather than not "innocent". But they were absolutely pure - their form and function served one purpose and that was to ensnare men's eyes and minds and grant them pleasure upon pleasure

The flat abdomen, born of much work and effort, slid under my palm as I continued my exploration. Every muscle quivered to go back down and feel below the skirt more. But for professionalism's sake I needed to go on, to check that oh so high cut shirt that barely contained her delightful breasts. She giggled coquettishly as I held them in my hand, and gently revealed one breast, one perfect nipple and lowered my mouth to it. 

I had lost by then, surely, feeling it under my tongue, stiffening at my touch, and I abandoned all control with that contact. My mouth ranged freely all over her body, my hands the same, while she laughed and giggled and moaned and directed and urged me forward until all of my hands and face were slick with her cum, my cock was so hard as to be on fire and by brain felt like I'd been on an two bottle scotch bender, unable to focus on anything but getting this prefect pure innocent girl to somewhere I could bury myself in her. 

I don't know how long ago that was. My hands are tied down, the blindfold blocks the light and my cock aches from being so used and taken. I hear motion in the room and wonder what's going to happen. My cock, already well trained to follow that girl in the shepherd costume like a lost little lamb, had started to rise at the sound and I'm not surprised when I felt lips wrap around it. 

What surprised me was her voice in my ear. "Darling, I'm sharing you today. Do make sure you satisfy everyone." The blindfold came off but the face of the girl in pink dominated my vision, before her lips came down and kissed me, deep and loving. She was still kissing me as the first of her friends slid over me.