My Seven Enticing Sins (2 page)

Chapter 2
: The Other Doctor

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Though I liked Jason, the breakup did not affect me that much, seeing as I was a little interested in another doctor, who had worked with Jason. Maybe Jason was right in not allowing me to meet his male colleagues because I met Derek at one of Jason’s beach parties by chance. I was getting myself a drink when I turned around, and bumped into Derek spilling my drink on both him and myself. The first time I met him, I remember thinking he looked like a movie star, almost too good looking. When he looked at me, I was shy and instantly taken by his words. He was the best looking guy I had ever met. I was a little surprised to get a call from him; I guess he had saved my number. The nights Jackson was not at home, I sometimes received calls from Derek. It was a little strange since I was dating his colleague, but I just could not say no this man. The attraction between Derek and I was instant. We both had a passion for the good life and seemed to have a lot in common. We loved the same movies, had the same hobbies and even liked the same jokes.

Derek started off as the kind of guy every girl wants to be with. He was good looking, attentive and great in bed. When we were between the sheets, it was dynamite. However, despite the attraction and great sex, Derek was super BUSY, more so than Jackson. Dating a doctor is like dating a man with four other women. He simply did not have time to spare and though he did all that he could, I wanted more. We began to argue a lot about the work and though the makeup sex was great, it did not really solve the problem. Whenever he failed to show up for a date, he sent expensive perfumes, roses and diamond earrings. I loved the gifts, but I really was starting to love him too and just wished he would include me more often.

On
more than one occasion, I spoke to Derek about how I felt and he seemed to understand. However, a few days after one of our big arguments, Derek called to tell me that he was travelling abroad for work and would spending a whole year away. There was another doctor that could be sent for the job, but Derek being Derek just couldn’t resist the opportunity. Apparently, he was the best man for the job and the opportunity would massively enhance his career. I honestly think that if he at least asked me to go with him or wait for him, I would have yes right away. But he didn’t. All he said was, “I am travelling abroad for work and I will be gone for a year”.

The night before he left, I stayed at his place. I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water as I couldn’t sleep. I sat on the carpeted floor in the dining room looking
out over the city of lights. I had an itch on my stomach which I scratched and then rested my hand on my underpants. My fingers started to move downwards over my undies until they were rested above my clit. I took my two main fingers and began rubbing slowly in circular motions. I started rubbing harder and a little faster. I took a look back down the hallway to make sure Derek was still asleep. When I didn’t hear anything, I turned my attention back to myself sitting on the floor in the dark, in front of a tall glass wall that looked out over the city. I enjoyed touching myself. It was selfish and I could do what I wanted to myself. I rubbed harder until I slit my hand down my undies and onto my clit. I slit my middle finger down a little further over the top of my wet vagina. I was very wet already and I liked to move the wetness up and down my slit and around my pussy. I had fantasised about filming myself masturbating in front of strangers. Not showing my face, I just wanted them to stare at my soaking pussy being rubbed and teased for their and my own pleasure. I slid my middle finger inside and began pushing it in and out until my body starting shaking. I slid another finger in and started pushing them in and out faster, pushing in deeper with every in motion. It wasn’t enough, I wanted something bigger. I used all four fingers this time and began fucking myself with almost my entire hand. I felt such enjoyment and satisfaction as I fantasised about being someone’s fuck hole. Being someone’s slut or whore for an evening. Oh how I had wanted to be teased, fucked and abused for a man’s pleasure. With that in my mind, I came hard onto all four of my fingers whilst I was pushing them in deep. Once I had caught my breath, I snuck back into with Derek.

The following morning,
I saw him off and it was then that I realised that I did not really know what he expected of me. Did he want me to wait for him? Was it officially over? I called him a few times, but he was always busy and I could not get a hold of him. I assumed it was over and so, I accepted it. He wasn’t perfect but I did grow to miss him for some time.

Chapter 3
: The Drug Trafficker

Derek left me
with a bit disappointed and disheartened. All I wanted to do was sit in my apartment, and eat lots of ice cream. That was until my sister came to visit. She convinced me to come out with her one evening. She had me smiling and within a short time, I was feeling good about my life again. One night, we decided to hit a club that we had not been to before. It was supposed to be this exclusive hard to get into club but somehow, we got it. The place looked amazing and the music was pumping. It was the perfect place to celebrate getting over Derek. And as fate would have it, it was the place I met Antonio Torres. I was having a good time with my sister and some guy was buying us drinks all night long. The guy behind the bar said a gentleman has asked me to put your drinks on his tab but I never knew which guy. One drink was $30, so clearly, we accepted the free drinks. I soon found out who was paying for all our drinks.

When I first
saw Antonio, he was surrounded by pretty girls but never took his eyes off me. He starred me down like I was the one he chose, and his eyes pierced mine from across the room. I was very intrigued. After asking around, I learnt that he was a wealthy man who loved throwing parties. I was out to have a good time, so I decided to join the party. Two days later, I was surprised to get a call from Antonio. I didn’t remember giving him my number, but I guess when someone really wants something, they can go to great lengths to get it. He invited me to his house, which was filled with beautiful architecture, was very large and surrounded with guards. We talked and I realized that he was not a bad guy. He was funny and very kind, but with a hidden sexy streak.

The first time we made love,
it was kind of rough and something I had not experienced. Our first time was in his living room. We were kissing and he had a firm grip on my butt. His grip got tighter and tighter until he must have gotten so excited that he exploded with lust. He threw me onto the couch and I heard something break behind my head. My hand must have hit a vase or something, but he didn’t seem to care. In an instant, his rough tongue was in my mouth and he managed to tear my shirt trying to take to take it off. Yanking up my skirt, he ran his hand up my thigh until he reached my panties. Pulling them to the side, he slid his fingers in me. When he started to move his hand, I went crazy. No man had handled me so rough like this, it was hot and exciting. I wanted to put my hands around him, but he pushed them up and placed them above my head. He licked and sucked my breasts for a long time and when he finally stopped, he looked at me and whispered, “Wrap your legs around me”. I flung my legs apart and swung them high, scissoring them tightly across his back. Giving an ecstatic groan, he slipped inside me. He was hard and warm and oh, so good. Each thrust was hard and deep and there was no way for me to escape the position even if I wanted to. He was either grasping my hands tightly above my head, or had both hands holding me tightly around the waist. In a flash, he pulled out, pulled me up by my waist and forced me onto my knees on the couch. He entered me firmly and began thrusting deep again though this time, he was reaching much deeper than before. Antonio slapped my butt and I let out a little shriek. He then slapped it even harder and harder again until finally grasping the cheek in his hand and pulling my hair back tightly with his other hand. Again, there was no escape from his firm tight grips as he continued to pound the daylight out of me. From my hair his hand moved around to my face where he held my chin up and covered my mouth with his hand. I bit down on it and as I did, he pumped me even harder and went back to pulling my hair. I was completely overwhelmed with passion and loved the rough way he handled me. He came deep inside me. Afterwards, I lay still, my heart still pounding and my legs were shaking, too weak to move. Antonio had lapsed into a warm half unconscious state on top of me. In all that craziness, we had forgotten that we were in the living room, a pretty open place. I still do not know how many of his guards heard what was going on.

After a few weeks of dating, I
asked Antonio why he had so many guards. I was still not allowed to access certain parts of the house. Whenever I tried to ask him why, he would refrain from answering or try to distract me. Here was this wonderful guy, who treated me well, was good looking and had lots of money, yet I did not know what he did for a living or who he really was. I searched the internet and what I found was more than I was prepared to handle. Antonio had been a renowned drug trafficker and apparently had been linked to other men that had been arrested a few times. At first I was actually afraid of confronting him with the information I’d found on him, but when I finally gathered the courage to do so, he asked me an important question. “Are you interested in my job, or me?” It was almost as if a light bulb had come on. I was interested in him and I couldn’t care less what he did for a living. I was with a great man, who cared for me and actually had time for me for a change. We spent most of the day and nights together and he never put his work first. I would spend my days next to his lavish home pool and my evenings with him in any one of his many clubs. I think he liked to show me off and he ensured no other girls were around anymore. I was living the life I had always wanted, with a wonderful man. My dream was coming true. I decided the fact that he was a drug trafficker was a hiccup and nothing major to worry about.

A few months after we had started dating, I realised that I had become pregnant.
Antonio and I could not have been happier. The minute I told him I was pregnant, he asked me to marry him. His exact words were, “If we’re going to have a baby, let’s do it right. Marry me”. I did not hesitate in saying yes. We started planning for our wedding and my life seemed perfect. One day, I went shopping and I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I rushed to the bathroom in the mall and noticed blood was coming out. I called Antonio who came running and rushed me to the emergency room. I had miscarried and needed an operation to remove the foetus. I felt like my whole world came crushing down on me. For a while, I just sat there, hunched over with my arms crossed around my middle. Antonio was very supportive, which was an asset at a time in my life when I could not make any major decisions. The doctors told us that we could try to have another child after some time, but this did not make me feel any better. I became depressed for a long time and though Antonio was supportive and loving, I did not feel fully consoled. I knew it was not fair to shut Antonio out, but I could not help the way I was feeling. We eventually decided to end the relationship. Although we pretended it was just temporary, I think we both knew it was over. The breakup only went on to prove what I already knew; Antonio loved me and treated me like his queen. I still call him once in a while to talk and he calls me too. His passion, desire and care for me helped me get through a tough time in my life and also helped us to remain friends. The loss of a child is something hard to get over and I could not have had a better support system when it happened. He did not hold it against me that I had to leave him, and supported me in all the decisions that I made. Despite the fact that I did not find a husband in Antonio, I had found a great lover and genuine friend.

Chapter 4: The Business Man

The month following my miscarriage, I was in a dark place. I did not want to eat or go out
much. However, I soon realised that time was a great healer. I was able to go out with my friends and have a few meals at restaurants. The last thing on my mind was to start dating again, but it seems as if when you do not want men to approach you, that this is exactly when it happens. To be honest, it was a little annoying at the time since I was not ready to start dating again. One night I was walking back home from a fast food place when I thought someone was following me. My neighbourhood had recently had a few robberies, so I was freaking out. I turned around to check what scary dark figure was following me and shortly after a man approached me from the shadows. I got a chance to get a good look at him. He was dark-haired, with a friendly expression on his face glowing with exertion and fresh air. He was wearing a plain dark suit and was well groomed.  When he came into view, he certainly didn’t appear to be a scary guy following me, but a man with pretty eyes. They were a combination of green and blue.

“Good evening”. His voice was deep but kind.
I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out. I just couldn’t pull my eyes away from this random good looking guy walking in my quiet suburban street. I noticed that he was holding something, my credit card. “I am sorry to have scared you but you forgot your card. You do not want to fall prey to identity thieves.” I managed to find enough words to thank him. He walked me to my house and he seemed hesitant to leave so I invited him in for coffee as a thank you. I learned that his name was Justin Ridge and that he was a local business man. We spent the rest of that night talking about scam artists, movies and pizza. He told me that he had just moved to town and was looking for a place to stay. I naturally suggested a few apartments that I thought would be appropriate and he invited me to go apartment hunting with him the next day. Since I only had part time job, I really had a lot of free time on my hands, so I accepted to help him.

We found
him an apartment and became good friends. I offered to help him find his way around the city. I’d been new to the city once, so I knew all the challenges he would have. A week after we met, we went back to the fast food place where we had met and it was then that I learnt that he owned the place. As it turned out, Justin had recently bought a fast food chain and a few of his fast food places were in the city. The thing that attracted me to Justin most was that he was genuinely interested in friendship. He wanted someone to show him around the city and to be friends with, which was exactly what I was looking for. However, as fate would have it, Justin and I ended up dating soon after. He was kind and handsome and honestly a bit hard to resist as he was just so friendly. He understood the situation I was in and wanted to give me time to heal. He said that he wanted me to take all the time that I needed. I was relieved to hear this, as not many men would be willing to date a woman that they are not having sleeping with. Spending time with Justin became my favourite thing in the world and the fact that he was not pressuring me put me at ease. He became my best friend and I did not want to spend a day without talking to him. I told him about my fears and troubles and despite his busy schedule, he always listened.

One evening, after watching movies and having some wine, I insisted that he spend the night rather than drive home after drinking a little too much
. Although I suspected what would happen if he slept in my bed, I decided not to think about it too much and just allowed it to happen. I got under the covers and he followed. I rolled over to my right side and he curled over me with his arm across my waist, spooning me. It was sweet. He seemed to be making himself very snug and comfortable back there and then suddenly, there it was. Something hard and I guessed large, was poking my upper buttocks. It was him of course, and he was hard, very hard. He started kissing the back of my neck softly and when I didn’t stop him, he started pulling off my pyjama bottoms and underwear. All without saying a word, my lower half was naked and he began rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit making me wet. It felt so good to be surprised. During the silence, I could hear my wetness being spread up and down my slit with his cock. He would gently enter just the tip of the head and take it back out again and rub me up down. He did this several times, teasing me with just the head but never actually entering me any further. It was driving me crazy and I couldn’t take it anymore. Finally I said to him, god would you fuck me hard already? With that, he pulled back the covers, rolled me on to my belly and climbed on top of me. He rubbed his cock up and down on me some more. I could have easily cum just by him doing this. Please just fuck me, I said. “You want it? You want me to fuck you, huh”? Yes I screamed. He grabbed his cock and stuck it in me. I could tell it must have only been about half way in and was holding off. He was still teasing me by going half in and then taking it all the way out and then putting it half back in again. I was now dripping wet. Suddenly, he climbed off and put his hands on my butt, lifting me back onto my knees. He knelt down and began licking up my juices. He wasn’t shy either. He sucked all that he could out of me. Licking my clit and then catching what drips out with his entire mouth before sticking his tongue in my vagina. It was so hot the way he moved me around effortlessly. I just let happen what happened.

Before I knew it,
he laid me back down on my stomach. His cock was again rubbing up and down my now swollen slit and occasionally making it all the way up to my asshole. He strayed away from my slit after a while, and began focusing on my ass. He tapped his cock across my ass cheeks and would then split my cheeks and slap his cock on my asshole. He was now using both hands to really split my ass cheeks apart. When apart, he used his thumb to draw circles around my asshole. He stuck his thumb inside my dripping vagina and used those juices to moisturise my asshole. He stuck his thumb in, slowly and not far. I dint think much more than that could fit but he was determined to try. “Can I fuck your ass”? He said. I don’t know, I said. I haven’t done it much so it might not fit. “I’ll make it fit baby, and I will be gentle”. Ok, I said. But get the lube from my second drawer. He grabbed the lube and I could hear it being squeezed all over his cock which he then massaged over my asshole, slowly trying to ease the head in. Not too much, I said. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”. He wasn’t. He forced his cock in my tiny tight asshole with one large and slow thrust and once it was in, he didn’t want to take it out. He began thrusting in and out of my ass so harsh that it began to hurt me. It felt too deep, too big and his cock was so thick that he must have split me apart some. Ah, go easy, I said. But he ignored me. Whenever I complained of the pain, he just seemed to get more excited. He began breathing heavily and was making loud moaning sounds as he continued thrusting in and out of my tight ass. He was pounding against my ass cheeks so hard and my poor tiny asshole was being torn apart, almost literally. I asked him again to please stop as I couldn’t take it anymore. He said “I won’t take long baby, just relax”. But there was no way I could relax and so, I just buried my face into the pillow, biting it. I was in tears from the pain, never had I been fucked so hard before, especially in my ass. He was fucking my ass so hard now, pound, pound; he just kept fucking harder and harder, pulling my ass cheeks apart and slapping them as he did this. Just then, he slowed down and pulled out. Yes, I thought, is it finally over? Nope, he just wanted to play with me, rubbing his cock up and down my slit again. He stuck his cock into my wet and swollen pussy and fucked it hard for a minute or so. He then rammed it back into my ass and continued on fucking me, pounding me until he got what he wanted. After what felt like an hour, he pulled out and came all over my ass. “Ahhh”. He said as he collapsed onto his back next to me in the bed. “That was great”. Yeah right I said. “What, you didn’t enjoy it”? No, I said. I asked you to stop twice as you were hurting me but you just kept going. “Really? Gee I’m sorry baby, I didn’t hear you”. Yes you did, I said. You answered me. I asked him to leave so that I could shower and clean myself up. I was feeling pretty dirty but more than anything I was in a fair bit of pain.

I didn’t talk to Justin for
over two weeks until he called to apologise and continued sending me flowers to my door. I decided to talk to him again and we came to the conclusion that we probably both had a bit too much wine, him especially, but that what happened could never happen again. After some time, things seemed to be going well again until the day Justin told me he had to travel to another city to check in on one of his many other fast food places. It was then that he told me that he had only come to the city for a short time to get the business running. At this time he moved in closer, gently lifted my chin and looked into my eyes smiling as he gently brushed the hair out of my face. “Marry me and come with me. Let me show you the world and restore the sparkle to your eyes.” When he said those words, I thought I was going to faint. A proposal at this time? Again? Although I began a quest to fall in love and get married, I was not ready to get married just yet. When I said no, he refused to take no for an answer. He asked me to think about it. Said that he was only going for a few days and that he would be back for an answer. True to his word, he was only gone a week but when he came back, I was still not ready. I needed to take time for myself. I told him that I could only date him and couldn’t marry him. The way Justin put it was that the proposal would always be open. He said whenever I wanted to marry him, he would be waiting. He said that when this shadow that was over me finally lifted, he would be waiting with open arms. It was nice that a man so handsome and wealthy would be willing to wait for me. It was truly a beautiful thing. I decided I may never be ready to marry him, despite him being a dear friend, I did not love him.