My sensual criminals
Dirty secret

My God, how is that possible? I should be disgusted, but it turns me on. My finger dips into the sticky trail and I lift it up to study it in the bathroom light. The fluid glistens creamy and white in the bathroom steam, and I taste it experimentally. Mmm, salty and sweet, and so delicious. Like the man who cum in my mouth, but also different. It's stronger, with a soft feel when I swallow.

Memories of the night before wash over me like a tidal wave. I remember how tall and broad the two men were, how deep their voices were, and how huge their cocks were. They were like horses, with a girth that made me squeal and a length that choked me. And although I hadn't been able to see them very well, I could tell they were incredibly handsome, with their blue eyes, black hair and rock-hard bodies. Excitement runs through me as I remember how they held me down and fucked me with their two tools until I cum.

I look at my soapy body and notice my curves: my huge tits, my wide ass, my turgid thighs and my ample white rolls. I have always felt insecure about my body. In fact, I often wondered if any man would desire me the way I wanted to be desired. However, the night before, two men had gotten rock hard and pleasured me in the dark. They had risked getting caught while committing a crime because they wanted so badly to possess my body.

That makes me smile, and I notice myself blushing even despite the heat of the spray. I knead my huge soapy tits and moan a little as my pussy writhes with lust at the memory. Even last night's lingering pain doesn't stop me from cumming. In fact, the pain only increases, and I scream, my body spasming with pleasure.

My God, now I know I'm not normal. Normal girls just want a nice guy to fool around with; they don't enjoy being held down by strange men, and they definitely don't crave being taken by two criminals.

But I loved it, and maybe they did too? After all, they are two thugs who got away with taking a billionaire's daughter in their own home while trying to rob him. Maybe they're like me and like it a little dangerous, a little mean and a little dirty. Again, I feel myself blushing: if only people knew my thoughts. They would never guess that Ariana, the curvy, shy girl at the top of her class, has such a dirty imagination.

With a last, deep sigh, I turn off the shower and step into the steamy bathroom. I wrap a towel around my naked body, walk into my bedroom and concentrate on getting dressed for school. That's when I realize that I haven't even checked to see if anything is missing after last night's illicit visit.

But a glance at the walls shows me that the paintings in my room have not been taken; the Dali and the Pollock are where they always are, untouched. I quickly check my designer bags and jewelry; everything is there. Strange, considering the men were here to steal. That much was obvious. But why didn't they take these valuables? Were they distracted by my nubile and willing ways?

Besides, there was nothing to stop them after they were done with me. If they had wanted to lower my double bed with ropes from the window, I wouldn't have said a peep. They could have easily taken every single item in my room, but instead, they left everything untouched. Strange.

Like a robot, I get ready for school. Thank goodness neither of my parents are around and they leave me alone. I get into our chauffeur-driven car and am driven to school, where Isabela is waiting for me at the entrance. "Well?" she asks me as I greet her and we start up the huge stone steps leading to the rich courtyard of our private school. "How did it go?

Her words make me blush. How does she know about last night? My God, she must have ESP.

Isabela looks impatient.

"You know, with your father this morning?" she continues, with an arched eyebrow. Yeah, right. I was going to talk to my dad about going to college. Or about not going to college-which was it?

"Shit, I totally forgot about that," I apologize, causing Isabela to give me a confused look. "I was going to, I swear, but Harrison wasn't at breakfast this morning."

"Really? But you were so upset last night," she says. "Did you think about going to his study or his office? How could you forget?"

I shrug, trying to look relaxed.

"I don't know, I had a weird night, that's all," I say, averting my eyes. Isa looks at me suspiciously.

"Bad dreams?"

"Um yeah, you could say that," I evade, blushing. "I guess I just wasn't feeling myself this morning. I'll have to try later, when I get back from work."

"After work is never good," says Isabela. "You'll be tired from a long day. You've missed your chance, girl. Maybe you should wait until tomorrow morning to have the talk. Unless you forget again." I stare at her, annoyed.

"I guess I'll have to see him," I say, trying to change the subject. But then I catch my friend looking at me funny. "What?" I ask her.

"Nothing...it's just...," she starts, then cuts off, searching for the words. "You just seem a little different, that's all."

"I didn't sleep very well last night," I murmur. "There was something in the air. Hey, did they take your prom dress?". I say cheerfully, trying to change the subject.

"Ah, yes, it looks great on me now," Isabela says with a smile, much to my relief. I let my friend ramble on about the dance and then, randomly, she talks about her last encounter with her boyfriend, Jeremy.

"I told him I wanted to wait until the dance, but he's getting impatient," she says. I lose the thread again. The last thing I think about is sleeping with high school boys; it's men I'm interested in. And last night I made love to two of them, no less.

Two incredibly hot, muscular men who took my virginity. Remembering it makes me smile as I realize it's my dirty little secret. Isa can ramble all she wants about giving herself to a guy, but I'm going to make it my mission to get those men to come back and give me more good times. Isa doesn't even notice how distracted I am as she babbles and babbles.

"And then she told me she was going to make sure to use acne cream for the three weeks leading up to prom because she wants to have clear skin when we do it," she says meaningfully.

"What?" I ask, blinking a little. "Excuse me?"

Isabela snorts at me.