Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I clicked it. A grid of photos appeared, each showcasing a beautiful young woman. Some were demurely posed, while others were more provocative. But all had a certain vulnerability in their eyes that stirred something primal within me.
I scrolled through the profiles, reading snippets of information about each woman. Their interests, their academic pursuits, their… proclivities. It was intoxicating, having access to such intimate details about these potential submissives.
Then, when I was about to close the app, I noticed her. One profile in particular that I found I couldn’t look away from.
I clicked. Her name was Alice Morgan. Her photo showed a young woman with wavy chestnut hair and striking green eyes. There was an intelligence in her gaze that intrigued me, and I found I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her profile.
Truly, something simply captivated me about her—the innocence in her eyes, I told myself: it contrasted so piquantly with the provocative poses in her photos, which to be sure made my cock leap against my thigh, inside my trousers. I’d seen a great many photos of beautiful, naked young women—and seen a great many of them in the flesh, before, during, and after enjoying them in my dominant fashion.
The lewd poses into which Alice had put herself for these photos—for me, I couldn’t help feeling—aroused me more than I’d experienced in a good while. Above all, the picture of her playing with her thrillingly bare, charmingly pink cunt, looking down at her naughtiness as her cheeks blushed a color to rival those sweet, wrinkly inner lips… the image brought fire to my blood and stiffness to my cock.
On the other hand, though… I couldn’t decide, really, if I preferred that one to the even franker picture of innocent Alice Morgan looking back over her shoulder in clear dismay as her fingers did so obscene a thing… as she, like the bad girl she so clearly had inside, spread her rear end… parted the firm apples of her bottom… showed her prospective sponsor—me—the lovely, tiny bud of her puckered, obviously virginal anus.
I knew immediately that if I had the luck to claim her as my own, that adorable little hole would get a good deal of attention. Alice Morgan would find her bottom regularly stretched to the fullest around the thickness of my rigid shaft, if I were her sponsor.
I almost took that now-very-hard shaft out so that I could enjoy myself fully as I read about Alice. I prided myself on my self-control, though. I forced myself to turn to the text of her profile.
Alice was a graduate student in French history, it seemed. That piqued my interest. I’d always had a fondness for intelligent women. But it was her personal statement that truly drew me in.
I never imagined I’d find myself here, but my passion for history has led me down an unexpected path. I’m both terrified and thrilled by the possibilities that lie ahead. I hope to find a sponsor who will nurture my academic pursuits while guiding me toward a happy life.
I felt an even more urgent surge of arousal. The hint of reluctance in her words, combined with her obvious curiosity, was intoxicating. I could already imagine guiding her, molding her into the perfect submissive.
Message Alice. The button was at the bottom of her profile. I hesitated for a moment. Selecta Arrangements, I knew, was designed for busy men like me. If I did sponsor Alice Morgan, I would be able to give her as much or as little attention as I saw fit. The only doubt in my mind lay in the question of whether I would be able to maintain my self-control when I had not Alice’s sexy photos to look at but Alice herself, body and heart, to train, to discipline, and to enjoy as I chose.
I felt a smile crook the corner of my mouth as I wondered suddenly if Pierre had brought me the offer precisely because he wanted to ensure I would retire sooner rather than later.
Well, so be it, I thought. I couldn’t resist the chance to meet Alice—let alone to fuck her every hole, in particular that adorable bottom. I clicked.
Alice
Sitting across a bistro table from a man I knew thus far only as Martin, I nervously smoothed my dress. The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows across the white tablecloth. I tried to focus on the menu, but my mind kept drifting to the conversation we’d had moments ago.
“Let’s be clear, chérie,” Martin had said, his voice low and tinged with amusement. “I have no interest in your studies or your dreams. I simply want to fuck you. If that’s acceptable, I’ll provide you with a month’s allowance.”
His bluntness had made me flinch. I’d known, of course, that any potential sponsor would expect sexual favors. But to hear it stated so crudely…