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In this era of sexual sophistication, innocence can be a refreshing thing. In a time when sex manuals are sold in nearly every drugstore, most high school girls are on the pill and a book about a hooker becomes a national best-seller, the girl who is sexually innocent can be a very appealing novelty.
But this innocence can also be a dangerous thing, for there are people waiting to take advantage of it. Indeed, it is the innocent who are most often exploited. It is the girl who lacks sophistication who frequently finds herself in trouble.
Mickey Conforte is just such a girl. Her innocence and her fears about becoming a woman lead her to fall into the clutches of a man who has no interest in her other than sexual, and whose sadistic streak threatens to cause her real harm.
Mickey is like many young girls on the threshold of womanhood. Without a realistic outlook on life and people, it can be a painful and sometimes tragic transition.
Sucker Virgin-the hard-hitting novel about one girl’s struggle to make that transition.
“Are you telling me you want me to fuck you?” Joe Orgiurio asked.
Joe was a tall, handsome, twenty-five-year-old man with rugged-looking features, wavy brown hair, and a solid, muscular body. At that moment his virile physique was covered by a form-fitting pepper-brown suit, with a rich chocolate-brown tie and a white shirt.
There wasn’t a woman working for Incidental Insurance who hadn’t stared after him, dreaming of feeling his solid cock buried in her teeming cunt. But until that early Monday morning, none of the other girls had been courageous enough to confront Joe and tell him exactly what she wanted.
The girl to whom Joe was talking was Michail “Mickey” Conforte, one of the most desirable young redheads ever put on earth. Mickey was a natural redhead, something only she and her parents knew at that moment. Her face was a pretty picture, with hazel eyes, a short nose, full rich lips, and loads of freckles. But her body was something other girls envied her. She had an active metabolism, which meant she didn’t have to watch her diet, and though she continually ate and ate, her round, apple-shaped tits pushed against the confining harness of her white bra, stretching her almost-transparent pink blouse to its strained limit. Her waistline was less than twenty inches, blossoming out into lush, full hips and tight, slender thighs barely covered by an aqua miniskirt. Her knees were round without appearing to be bony, and her calves had a perfect swell to them, tapering into trim ankles, leading, in turn to dainty feet encased in white heels.
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