Taking His Virgin - Club Lush

It was crazy—totally barking mad. I’d know the girl only a few hours, yet she had a hold on me like no other. Despite her innocence, both physical and in terms of experience, she seemed more than willing to try and please me any way I demanded.

I pulled up the live feed from the bathroom, my heart skipping a little as I saw her. Dripping wet and clearly cold, Amanda’s hands bound and secured behind her, she was displayed in brilliant, living color. The hard, perky nipples on her luscious breasts just begging to be sucked. I got hard at the thought as I watched her shiver, but never whimpering or crying out. I wondered how long she could keep it up. How long would it be before she gave in?

I could see she was on her tiptoes. An intentional stress position was part of the punishment. Her legs would surely give out soon, unable to handle the strain any longer.

Several more minutes went by with no noticeable change. Amanda was standing firm and silent, refusing to show any signs of pain. Taking her punishment with a quiet dignity made me feel very warm toward her. Maybe I would keep her for a whole week and see what she could really do. I’d never done that with a pet before. Most playtimes lasting a day or two, but Amanda seemed like she was special.

My pants grew uncomfortable, my cock getting hard just by watching her on the screen. Taking them off first, I went on to the rest of the club suit, hanging it all in the wardrobe I’d had set up in the office.

Returning to my chair to continue my surveillance, I started to think about what it might be like to take her virginity. I’d touched and seen enough of her to know how tight and sensitive she was. It would take a gentle touch, at least at first, to ease her into it, like I had with the face fuck.

I remembered her big, innocent eyes gazing up at me with wonder and affection as I pumped my massive cock in her virgin throat. She’d made the most wonderful sounds, and I was disappointed when I felt myself beginning to cum.

I stroked my throbbing shaft as I thought about it. I wanted sweet little Amanda naked in my bed. Her supple legs spread for me as I went to take her. I would have her suck me first, making sure she couldn’t get away as I blasted my cum down her throat. Listening to her hum and gurgle as she swallowed it all down.

Giving her a second or two to recover, then I would be directly between her legs. Nursing at her luscious pink lips, making her writhe and moan before speeding up, devouring her pure sweetness until she screamed with pleasure.

When she was prepared, I would pull her over to the edge of the bed, her cute little ass hanging off the mattress, and put her legs up over my elbows. Holding her in submission, her legs over my elbows and one hand pressed lightly to her chest, I would use the other to help ease inside. I could see Amanda in my mind, as she raised and gasped as I slipped in, her beautiful eyes on mine as I took her innocence while giving her the first cock of her life.

Working inside her as her sweet little pussy stretched to accommodate my mass, I imagined pumping inside her as she moaned and wiggled beneath me, wanting more. Open to anything I wanted to do to her. I could see it clear as day, Amanda’s little body wracked with trembling as she put up her final scream, having her very first cock-filled orgasm as I held her in submission and kissed her neck.

I came as hard as before, the blast landing on my bare chest. If only I had Amanda there to lick it off for me. I looked at the clock and saw more than half an hour had passed since I’d put her in the shower. My brave little darling was still holding firm, not even crying from what by that point must have been searing pain in her legs and arms.

She was silent as I entered, which was good enough. I hadn’t given her permission to talk. Instead, Amanda did her communicating with her eyes, widening as they were glued to my cock. Staring at it hungrily.

“Please, master,” she said at last, “give me a second chance to suck your huge cock. I promise I’ll swallow this time.”

“Swear on your life?” I asked, in my best dominating voice, my eyes burning into hers.

She nodded mutely, too scared to speak. Taking that as confirmation, I released her from the hook. She must have been hurting more than she let on because her dead legs crumpled under her. Amanda fell against me once the support of the hook had been removed.