Mail Order Bride: Kim by Joan Russell. 3,834 Words. Erotic Romance. The Second in the trilogy Mail Order Brides. The first was Svetlana who came from Moscow to Las Vegas. Kim came from the Philippines to Los Angeles. Kim was born in a dump on the outskirts of Davao on the island of Mindanao. Raised to be a benefit to her family she became a Mail Order Bride when she turned 18. Willard Brown wanted a compliant virgin. Kim wanted to feel safe and loved. In this unusual love story they both got what they wanted.. Contents: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, multiple orgasms, altoiding, doggie harness, handcuffing and more. All Characters are 18 and over. Adult +
He carried her across the threshold of his room at the motel and set her down on the edge of his bed. Then he sat down beside her and drew her into his arms. She gave herself willingly if cautiously. He valued inexperience and even though she was inexperienced she knew she should keep him believing in her innocence.
He unbuttoned her dress exposing her padded bra and thong. He unfastened her bra and pulled the slender straps over her shoulders. Her breasts were young and pert and very, very small. In the nude she might have been eleven or twelve. He tore off her thong revealing the small triangle that sat at the base of her stomach. To his surprise the hair was straight. He had expected curls.
She did not move to help him undress her but she was aware of a tightening in her own breathing that had nothing to do with apprehension.
He lifted her hand and placed it on the hardened bulge in his pants.
“Feel it,” he said his voice gruff with passion.
She moved her hand over his rod with curiosity. Bituin and a man she called “Uncle Arvin” had instructed her in the pleasures men wanted, though he was not directly related to her.
“Leave her virginity in tact,” Bituin had instructed the week after Kim’s 18th birthday and two days after she had registered as a Mail Order Bride. I want her to know how to extract pleasure for herself as well as give pleasure to her husband.
She explored his hardness. His manhood was bigger and much harder than she had expected. Arvin had been neither big nor particularly hard. His hands had been his skill. He had driven her nearly insane with his work-hardened fingers caressing the soft flesh between her thighs. She worried about whether she would be able to take Willard’s long rod into her without being ripped apart inside. Then she laughed inwardly. His cock wasn’t nearly as big as a baby.
“You are so very big,” she whispered, that ripple of fear creating a tremble in her voice.
“Unzip me,” he commanded a groan of excitement thickening his voice as he picked up the tremor.
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Published October 14, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.