Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
No, my heart speaks. You’ll find a way, Annie. You’re a survivor. You’ve come this far living under the iron fist of Roger Jones, and you’ll find some way out.
But how? I cry to myself. If I want to take this to the next level, I have to somehow get in touch with the men some way or another. But it’s not like I can call them on the phone or even send them a letter. Suddenly, a bolt of inspiration strikes, and it makes me smile: there is one thing that I can do. It worked once. It could work again. It’s a very small chance, but it’s all I’ve got.
I wait impatiently for the sounds in the penthouse to die down, and for my parents to fall asleep. The air is still, and only shadows dance outside in the hall. Quickly, I slip into my raciest negligee and panty-set. It’s red mesh, entirely see-through, and pushes my curves together, with a neckline that’s purposefully so low it stops just above my nipples. Shit, my cleavage is enormous, and my ass is accentuated by the tight material that ends halfway down my ass cheeks. I bought it as part of a sexy lingerie binge, but I’ve been too shy to wear it. Now is the perfect time.
Of course, I look like I work in the red light district, but that’s exactly the point. Come to me, Bruce and Burke, my heart hums as I comb my hair. Please. I need you.
My long curls cascade over my shoulders, and I position my huge tits in the lacy cups for maximum effect. My nails, painted red, dig into my soft, white flesh. The posture looks kinky. I feel nervous and excited but also worried. What if it doesn’t work? What if I don’t succeed at luring my robbing lovers back up to my room? This is my only shot at ever seeing them again, and if I fail, I’ll be faced with raising my baby on my own.
Feeling a heavy dread creep up on me, I decide to push that thought firmly away for now. This is no time for despair because I’ve got a task at hand.
Slowly, I flick off the light by the bay window. Everything’s dark, and I know my silhouette is likely projecting through my lacy curtains. But this is no time for any type of mystery. Trembling slightly, I gently pull the fabric aside, revealing the twinkling diamonds lights of Manhattan sprawled out below me. I don’t know where my daddies were standing the one time they saw me at my window, but I hope to God they’re there again. It’s the only way they’ll be able to see me, and the only way they’ll know I’m signaling them.
Like before, I place myself right up against the window. I can already feel myself getting horny, preparing for what I’m about to do. Pressing myself towards the glass, my tits flatten out against the cold window, my breath steaming it up. The cool glass on my nipples makes me moan, and I reach down to my pussy and start playing with my clit. I kiss the glass as my cunt creams obligingly against my rubbing fingers. Oh God, I hope they’re out there somewhere. I hope they can see this.
Wanting to expose myself completely to them, and to show them how serious I am, I turn around. Leaning forward against the bay window seat, I back my ass up toward the glass, arching my back and spreading my legs. I press my bottom up against the glass and shiver when I feel my pussy on the coldness. Slowly, I worm my tiny panties down. Oh god, this is so naughty and delicious, and I let out a low moan. Are they watching?
Now totally bare, I press my cunt against the glass so that it makes a soft, wet, kissing noise. I hope they can see this and not some rich old guy in a neighboring skyscraper. But I’m past caring because I’ll do anything to lure Burke and Bruce to my room.
Gyrating a bit against the window, my pussy makes wet sucking noises as I rub against the cool surface. Oh god, there’s a smear of juices there, and I moan aloud in arousal. I rub my clit a bit, moaning and praying they can see me. I can’t believe it, but I’m getting close. I think of Bruce and Burke’s huge cocks throbbing inside of me, one in my ass and one in my cunt. Plus, there’s something I wanted to try with them but hadn’t gotten around to yet: I want them to come together, standing over me, jerking their semen onto my tits, lips, and even into my mouth.
That’s when I change position and turn around to lie on my back. Getting into it, I spread my legs open against the glass, my pussy and ass pressed right up against the window, and touch myself for all the world to see. With one hand, I delicately dip a finger in and out of my creaming pussy, and with another, I rub my clit. My arms squeeze my tits together, the motion making them jiggle.