Working my way up to her pussy, I gave her a long, soft lick, caressing the flat of my tongue along her delicate pussy lips, making her moan long and deep. Trusting her not to move, I used one of my hands to cover her mouth, keeping her quiet. She fell silent, her vocalizations reduced to surprised, muted simpers and gasps as I buried my face into her pussy and licked her to a massive orgasm. I let calm down, gently stroking her pussy.
“Please,” she begged, “please fuck me. Be my first.”
I could believe it, though I was a bit surprised at first. She seemed so into power exchange, I hadn’t thought she could be a virgin, despite her innocent, docile nature. I had noticed how tight her pussy was when I was licking her.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked, wanting her to say it.
“Yes.”
“Say it,” I said.
“Yes, sir, I am a virgin. Please be my first.”
I was certainly hard from what we were doing, more than ready to grant her wish and take her virginity, even though I knew I should just let it go, end it there and let her go to sleep after feeling so good. I knew it would be next to impossible not to become consumed with her if we fucked, particularly considering it was her first time. I was already falling in love with her.
All great arguments for not doing it. Logical and rational. Too bad I was far too overcome with desire and endorphin highs to pay much attention to either logic or reason.
“I shouldn’t, but you have been such a good girl, I am going to give you what you want. My cock for your very first time.”
Chapter Five
Emma
It was like a dream. I looked for any signs that it was a lucid dream, like ones I had been through before. It wasn’t really that odd of a notion; I really did want Damien so much it hurt, and it was possible that my mind was filling in the gaps in my physical life. I could have still been in my room, in my bed, alone and unbound.
The binds. That was the clincher. I had never been tied up. Certainly not with a silk tie. I had no basis for imagination, particularly not the sort of vivid experience I was having. It was all real.
I had actually been telling the truth when I said I couldn’t sleep. I was nervous about being in the big city, and about staying in such a nice hotel. I had the weird idea that anything I touched would crumble in my hands, the remaining sand-like substance falling though my fingers. I had always had a pretty vivid imagination, something that could get me into trouble, particularly when I was a kid.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t hope. Of course I did. I was well aware of his proclivities, it being something of an open secret around the office. That made my little, aching-to-be-submissive heart sing. Not only was he the most beautiful man I had ever seen, he would be able to do everything I had ever wanted in the bedroom.
He was a master, in the truest sense of the word. Not just someone who mastered others; that was more generally called a dominant. Damien was the kind of dominant who had mastered the craft of sexual domination. I might have been a bit smug, but I was convinced that all I needed to do was let him know I was ready to obey his every command and he would want to be with me physically.
I had never had my pussy touched by someone else, let alone licked, and I thought I had gone to Heaven, the space behind my eyes actually being filled with pure, white light.
It came out suddenly before I knew what I was saying, Damien having just finished bringing me to a delicious orgasm. I was just feeling so good, and so in love with Damien, it had just come out. Endorphins: the most powerful truth serum around. It is hard to lie or deceive when you have pleasure jolting though you. I had told him I was a virgin and wanted him to be my first.
I was scared, but also really excited. He seemed to be thinking about it after I asked, but then it happened. Kissing his way up my still-trembling body, going from my pussy to my mouth, he gently mounted me, stroking the head his of beautiful cock against my well-prepared pussy. I jumped slightly and moaned softly, the jolt of pleasure running though me.
Stroking me a little more, he eased inside me, slipping in the head and maybe a quarter of the shaft, getting up to my cherry. He stopped and hung out there for a moment, feeling my muscles stretch out around him. When I was ready, he angled his cock and pushed through, getting gently past my cherry, breaking me in. There was a bit of a pinch, but nothing really too bad. It also didn’t last very long, maybe a minute, and then it went away entirely.