Taking His Virgin - Club Lush

I wrapped my arms around her for support and held on for a moment. Feeling her chilled, wet skin against me as she shivered.

Amanda continued down onto her knees, taking my cock in both hands before sliding her lips halfway down the shaft. The head eased past her gag reflex and down into her throat. Once in position, she sucked like mad. What she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, working both hands along the shaft as she sucked deep.

Within minutes, I was coming again. Blasting a huge load right down her throat, my sweet little pet took in every drop and swallowed it down.

“Good girl,” I said, stroking her cheek.Chapter Twelve - AmandaIt felt amazing. My master’s words warmed me like nothing else. I was still cold in a physical sense, but I barely noticed. Both the cold on my skin and the ache in my legs were superseded by the joy of my mind, knowing I had served my master well. I just wanted to hear his praise and do whatever he wanted me to do. No matter how much it might scare me at first. A moment’s fear was more than worth the experience he was going to give me.

“W-what can I do for you now, master?” I asked before getting down on my hands and knees and kissing his feet.

“What a good little pet,” he laughed.

My skin warmed, and my heart skipped. I could hear him say that until the end of time and never get tired of it. The sensation of his approving words in my ears was as satisfying as gentle touches on my skin.

Scoping me up, Warren held me against him, our hearts beating almost in time as he pulled down my skirt, letting it slosh into a soggy pile around my feet. Just like that, I was completely naked for the first time in front of a man.

I was a bit nervous because I hoped that he would like me. My body was a good one. I’d had enough people, mostly Liz, tell me that, so I believed it. I just hoped that Warren would agree.

He set me down on the toilet before wrapping me up in a big cuddly towel, rubbing my arms to help get the feeling back in them. I left my hands behind my back because Warren hadn’t said I could move. I didn’t want to displease him again. He moved down to my legs, giving me a firm, vigorous massage that had me feeling better in no time.

“Follow me,” he said, “leave the towel.”

Completely naked and starting to love it, I followed my master down the stairs and into the kitchen. The space-chrome and marble surfaces clashing with that old world look of the brownstone.

“On your knees,” he ordered.

My hands still clasped behind me, I did just that. The marble tiles cool beneath my bare legs.

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” Warren instructed.

I did so eagerly, hoping I might be able to suck his thick cock again. A different kind of sweetener filled my mouth: gourmet chocolate, followed by the distinct smell of strawberries.

He fed me three at least, waiting until I’d chewed and swallowed what I already had before giving me more. It was inevitable, really. On the fourth or fifth berry, my eyes still closed as per his orders, I felt the gentle trickle of juice run down my chin.

“Oh dear,” he said, not sounding concerned about it at all.

I could hear him kneel before me. Warren’s tongue ran up my neck from down near my clavicle to up on my chin, retracing the path of the strawberry juice. Every nerve in me burned at once. I loved his touch so much it almost hurt. I wanted him to hold me, to caress me, to fuck me, and make me truly his. I was already his as far as I was concerned. No other man would ever touch me. Warren would be my first and only. Even if he cast me aside, I would take celibacy over ever being with anyone else.

I could feel my nipples getting hard with sweet arousal, wanting so much for him to suck them or even to touch them. He could touch me anywhere he wanted, anytime, so in the thrall of that sexy man was I.

I was a bit surprised but thrilled beyond belief when his tongue continued up over my lower lip. My mouth opened almost instinctively. I was vaguely aware of ‘Frenching’ but only by description. I knew it was something that people did, and I had to open my mouth for it to happen. Though, for the life of me, I had no idea what to do after that

My master hauled me up into a standing position before picking me up in his arms. With my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, we were the perfect level to kiss — our entire foot of height difference counting for nothing.