Pimp Daddy's Perfect Prize

By Raquel Rogue

Cheyenne is an Ivy League coed on spring break, and eager to win her first wet t-shirt contest. When the voting doesn't go her way, she finds herself being consoled by a big, dangerous looking pimp. She can tell he has very scary plans for her, but he also calls to something deep and dangerous deep within. Will Cheyenne find the strength to fend off his evil designs? Or will Pimp Daddy win yet another Perfect Prize?

Warning: This short-story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, in every orifice of her body. If you are offended by gangbangs, rough sex, domination and submission, then don't read this story.

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Excerpt:

“That’s right, girl, I’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice sounding so sincere and soothing. She had to remind herself that he was a pimp, a master manipulator of young women. Then she noticed the bulge pressing into her lower belly. He had a major woody, and that sucked her breath away. "You are such a beautiful girl."

His arms tightened around her, squeezing her just right. Cheyenne closed her eyes and moaned. She felt so good. The warm tinglies filled her. When she shifted, and hugged him tighter, his bulge pressed harder into her. And her fertile mind went to a place she was trying to avoid.

Pimp Daddy slid a bold hand down her back and gave her a firm squeeze.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned, feeling butterflies filling her belly as her pussy ached and filled with her love juices. Realizing she was getting aroused, Cheyenne tried to stop it. But the harder she tried, the wilder the thoughts became, and the hotter and more mushy her insides became. "I can't. I can't."

"Can't what?" Pimp Daddy said.

Cheyenne wiggled free, gasping when one of his amazingly large hands briefly cupped and squeezed her left breast. Looking down, she saw her nipples were dark with blood flow, and standing so erect it was embarrassing. She fought the urge to touch them, to run her fingertips over those sensitive buds. Cutting her eyes up, Pimp Daddy caught her eyes and held them. As she stared slack-jawed into his eyes, Cheyenne felt her body change, becoming sexually charged and needy. Her twat began to ache, feeling so wet and ready.

"Oh God, I'm fucking losing my mind," she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. When he reached for her, Cheyenne pushed him away and turned for the door. "I'm sorry. I have to go. I need fresh air."

She got one step before Pimp Daddy grabbed her upper arm and spun her around.

About the Author:
Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked, it'll curl your toes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SmokinHotPress
• Release date: Oct 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301123421

Raquel Rogue

Raquel Rogue has a passion for erotic writing, her pet Yorkie, and stilettos. Not necessarily in that order. She can't get her fertile mind off the tawdry, taboo side of life, so writes stories so wet, wild, and wicked it'll curl your toes.

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PIMP DADDY'S PERFECT PRIZE

By

Raquel Rogue

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Copyright 2012 by Raquel Rogue

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Pimp Daddy's Perfect Prize

Party girls rule! Cheyenne cried. A boy she knew from high school, and was going to the same college as her, caught her eyes. He was crushing on her during their senior year, but she was never interested in him. He was nobody, and she dated football players. He was giving her a hungry look, really just starting at her barely covered chest. Hey, Cade, see anything you like?

Cheyenne was wearing a white cropped t-shirt. The beachside club had a wet t-shirt contest coming up shortly, and she was going to enter. It would be the college Freshman's first such contest, and she was scared shitless and super excited. Butterflies rioted in her belly, and her teeny tiny hot pink thong was soaked. She alternated between hoping no one noticed and that everyone saw how horny excited she was. The blonde, blue-eyed beauty finished out her outfit with chandelier earrings, lots of shiny bangles on both wrists, and hot pink stiletto Mary Janes.

You're looking hot, Cheyenne, Cade said.

She moved up close, and lifted her top. I'm in the wet t-shirt contest tonight. Vote for me, 'kay?

His eyes glazed over, and she smiled. It was felt good to so easily overwhelm a boy.

Okay, he said, staring intently at her nipples.

She lifted his chin with two fingers, making him look her in the eyes.

Thank you, Cheyenne said, making her eyes twinkle as she stared up into his. She pressed her first two fingers to her glossy pink lips, kissed them, and then pressed the fingers to Cade's lips. You're a real sweetheart.

She spun on a heel, and moved away with a wink. He had that look like he was about to jump on her. The tall, skinny Freshman just wasn't her type. Cheyenne spotted a group of five boys staring intently