His Nasty Little Pussy

They took her around the back of the office building, where Suggs was waiting with one of the plantation horses. There was a brief exchange of words, and a small bag of money was dropped in Suggs’s hands. She was tossed across the horse’s back, her dress hiked up and her legs exposed, the disgusting man climbing up behind her. The big man who’d held her disappeared back into the stock room.

She looked back at Suggs, who had already turned away, counting the money in the small bag. She was angry and confused. How had this happened? Why were they all turning against her?

The man turned the horse toward the backside of the island, starting over the low hills that ran along the back of the plantation. He casually rested his hand on her ass, his fingers gently stroking her over her dress. “Now, just relax. We’ll have you on the ship in no time.” He shifted on the horse, pressing himself against her hip. She could feel him growing hard again as the rocking motion of the horse kept him in contact with her body. Soon his hand was moving over her body, caressing her, squeezing her ass, and rubbing her bare legs.

Lucy felt him tugging her dress higher, tearing it more, her ass barely covered by the thin linen of her shift. His breathing grew louder as he worked his hand beneath the fabric, his calloused fingers touching her inner thigh. She struggled against him, trying to wiggle off the horse. He laughed and she heard another rending of fabric and then the cool breeze on her bare skin. She kicked harder, squirming away from him.

The slap of his hand on her bare ass startled her, the pain brief but sharp. “You’ll not be getting away that easy, Miss. You’re going to have to reconcile yourself to the fact your life is not your own to control at the moment. If I were you, I’d just be still and enjoy the scenery.” He chuckled, a sound like dry sticks rattling together. “I know I will.”

She felt his hand running over her bare skin again, sliding between her thighs, pinching and poking the tender skin. She jerked as his hand moved higher, stroking the folds of her pussy. No man had ever touched her there and she was outraged that he would do such a thing.

The man slid his fingers back and forth, rubbing and caressing her. His fingers brushed against her clit, sending an involuntary tremor through her body.

“Oh, so you do have feelings. You’re not a frigid bitch after all.” The man began rubbing her clit, hard and fast, pinching and pulling at it. Lucy closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensation of the man’s fingers touching her, rubbing her, the sound of his raspy breath. She knew he was watching her, taking his perverted pleasure in seeing his fingers buried in her cunt, her bare ass in his lap.

But the rocking motion of the horse combined with his fingers rubbing her clit, the built-up tension of the day, was all too much. She felt her body betray her, her hips jerking uncontrollably as she came, her cry muffled against the dirty rag in her mouth.

Lucy felt hot tears of anger and shame spring to her eyes. She was no whore; she was a virgin and a good girl.

But she had a secret; she’d discovered how much pleasure she could give herself by doing exactly what the man had just done to her.

She’d spent many nights in her room, the door locked, touching herself, squeezing her round breasts, rubbing that hard little button of flesh between her legs. She loved the hot, electric sensations that flooded through her as she lay in bed, the warm breeze washing over her naked body as she thrust her fingers over her tight pussy. Or as she rested on her hands and knees, her fingers between her legs, rocking back and forth as she rubbed herself, her body convulsing as she came, hips twisting and jerking. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so wonderful she couldn’t stop.

She’d wondered at times if, when she was married, this would be something her husband would do to her. She imagined him touching her, his hand rubbing between her legs, bringing her to the edge of pleasure, and then holding her in his arms as she fell into the abyss, her body singing with heat. And then she’d learn whatever it took to make that man feel the same way, what places to touch, to rub, to kiss, that would send him spiraling into his whirlwind of ecstasy.

The thought of a man giving her that much pleasure made her dizzy at times. But with no prospects in her near future, Lucy was left alone with her fantasies and her explorations of her body.

The dirty man’s words cut through her shame. “Well, good for you, girl. Life will be much easier if you just keep that positive attitude in mind when you get to the ship. Whatever the Captain has in mind for you, I suspect it’s far more involved than a finger rubbing your clit.”

The man reined in the horse, stopping on the crest of a small hill.

“We’re almost there. I can see they’ve set anchor and sent the cockboat to shore to fetch us.” Lifting her head, Lucy could see the larger ship anchored out and a smaller boat pulled up on the small sandy beach. He pulled the tattered bits of her dress over her bare bottom, spurred the horse and they descended to the beach.

She could hear the sounds of men talking, shouting ribald remarks to the man on the horse as to why it had taken him so long to return. Someone lifted her from the horse, her shawl falling from her shoulders, her breasts exposed. One of the younger men reached for her breast, roughly grabbing her before the small dirty man slapped his hand away.

“She’s not for you, Robbie. She’s for the Captain and if she’s no longer a virgin when he gets her, there’ll be hell to pay.”

“Well, Blackie, I’ve never known a woman to lose her virginity by having her tits rubbed. So there, so much you know about women.” Robbie reached out for her again, groping her breast, and pulling her forward. She lost her balance, falling against him, trying to pull away. But Robbie held her fast against his sweaty body, one hand around her waist, the other back on her breasts, groping her quickly.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!