Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
But yeah, tonight’s my private Virgin Hunt, and it’s going to be awesome. I stand off to the side, looking at a grassy area about the size of a football field surrounded by a dense forest on all sides. The leaves have begun to change in early fall, and despite the sun falling behind the trees, the air is still warm with just the slightest hint of chill. Then again, New York weather is always fickle. Yesterday, I needed a light jacket while going about my business. Tonight, I’m comfortable in just a t-shirt and jeans.
Unseen, I watch as Melissa, a manager at Sanctum, stands with a group of thirty women horseshoed around her. I can just barely make out her voice carrying over the broad expanse.
“Thank you for coming, ladies,” she begins. “As you know, tonight you’ll be participating in a Virgin Hunt.”
Perfect. This is going to be amazing and even more so because tonight I alone get to chase down the sweetest, sassiest women that Sanctum has to offer. Most men have to wait for Sanctum’s summer bash to get the opportunity to participate, but as an asshole with too much money, I’ve made it happen, and it’s worth it, given the beautiful women standing in the field. At the moment, they’re dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, but I know what’s going to happen once things get in gear. After a few more minutes of talking, Melissa nods and the women begin to undress.
Of course, beneath their clothing, the ladies are clad in the barest of lingerie. I see lacy bras, panties, teddies, and one even has on a sexy corset that ties with ribbons over her back and rear end. A beautiful lot, and definitely mouth-watering.
But then my heart begins to pound because there’s a gorgeous brunette to the left, standing a little away from the others. She’s wearing a bra that barely holds in her large breasts, and they look like Double D’s from a distance. The beautiful woman turns to speak with the woman next to her and I have to bite my knuckles to keep from groaning aloud. Fuck. Her ass and thighs are thick and juicy, the curve of her bottom mostly visible in a tiny thong that bisects those big white cheeks.
Goddamn, I think I’ve found my first target for the night. I watch as she giggles, her big breasts trembling with the movement, and my cock stiffens a bit. I can’t wait to bury myself between those thighs to sample her sweet, hot nectar. Fuck, when does this thing begin? What could they be waiting for?
My phone buzzes in my pocket at that moment, and I ignore it because nothing’s going to distract me from these women. I scan the entire pack, and they’re gorgeous no doubt, but the brunette goddess keeps me coming back for more. Shit, she’s so fucking ripe and curvy.
Then again, my thoughts are totally perverted. In fact, a buddy of mine, Todd, likes to refer to me as a depraved asshole, not that he’s much better than I am. So what if the moniker is accurate? I’m having fun, and I treat these women well. They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t want to be used on the forest floor. After all, Sanctum is very clear about the expectations they have of their women, so no one here’s under any illusions about love and rainbows and shit.
Then, Melissa gives another instruction, and to my delight, the girls begin stripping off their lingerie too. I watch, my mouth open, as the beautiful brunette unbuckles her bra, revealing two luscious, creamy orbs. The tips are a pale pink, and look swollen already. Not only that, but when she bends over to lower her panties, her heart-shaped ass lifts in the air, giving me a good look at the pink folds and soft brown buttonhole between those big white cheeks. They wink in the low, evening light, and my mouth goes dry. Would she be able to take me in both holes? I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
At that moment, Melissa, the only one who knows where I am, looks in my direction and nods. That’s my cue to join the festivities, and with a chuckle, I disrobe, revealing my muscular figure, before reaching into a bag beside me to grab a bull mask. The mask straps firmly in back of my head, leaving slits for my eyes. Then, I stride out onto the field, my erection already at full mast.
The ladies gasp, their eyes going round as a few shiver with anticipation.
“The Minotaur is here,” Melissa purrs as I near the group. “Now girls, don’t be afraid. The Minotaur enjoys the taste of young women, and hopefully quite a few of you will be given the opportunity to sample his … ah, assets before the night ends.”