Taking His Virgin - Club Lush

Sliding his hands down my back in a way that made me want to moan, he squeezed my ass hard. The moan burst out of me before I could stop it, though it only interrupted our heavy make-out session for a second or two.

Warren drove his tongue back into my mouth, kissing me furiously. Like a hundred years of passion was given release in the same moment. I hoped it was something about me that had unlocked such reserves on unbridled intensity but wasn’t nearly confident enough to think it could really be true.

My sweet man carried me over to a counter and set me down, the smooth surface cool under my bare ass. Warren finally relinquished his hold on me. Though he did continue to stroke my back as he resumed giving me a crash course in love. My heart was pounding so fast I was afraid it might burst, my skin becoming even more sensitive than usual under his sure touch. A condition that went doubly for my pussy and nipples. I was reasonably sure I would swoon dead away if he touched me like that, which only made my yearning deeper. Imagining what it would be like for him to race his fingers over my delicate pink lips as his other hand tended to my rock hard nipples, so sensitive a gentle breeze could make me shudder with pure pleasure.

It was crazy, but I felt so good in his arms as he gave me another gift of experience. One that made me feel so safe and loved I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to end.Chapter Thirteen - WarrenIt was like something from a dream… or a dream within a dream. I was both in the moment and watching at the same time. Unsure what exactly was going on and how I was supposed to feel about it. Feelings could really be annoying things sometimes. Partly when they lead to such confusion.

I never kissed my pets. Truth be told, I rarely licked pussy unless they were exceptionally obedient, and their pussy tasted terrific. I found myself unable to resist Amanda’s. It was like I was pulled in by a natural force when she was tied up on the bed. Something about the innocent look in her eyes, and the delicious smell of her sweet virgin pussy had driven me wild.

Like eating pussy, kissing always seemed far too intimate and emotional. Especially when tongues got involved. It was almost like two spirits could connect through the mouth. The movement of gently wrestling. It was clear Amanda didn’t have any more idea about how to kiss than how to suck cock. She really was absolutely pure and untouched. I was the first one she did any of it with, which couldn’t help but make me feel a bit powerful. Particularly when there was so much more for her to discover. Like when I finally put my cock in her pussy and fucked the virginity right out of her.

Still, there was the matter of us making out. So strange I could hardly believe it was happening at first. Yet there I was, making out like a teenager with a girl only a couple of years out of adolescence.

A deep and unsettling unfeeling rose from inside me like the great old ones from beneath the dark, raging waves on the sea. I could actually see it in my head. A vision dark and frightening, at least to me. Feelings I’d thought long ago suppressed, if not actually gone, coming back to the surface to howl again.

I backed away from Amanda so suddenly she gasped. I couldn’t look at her. It would just confuse me. Making my way to the other side of the room to put some distance between us, I tried to collect my thoughts. I could hear her hop down to the floor, unable to drive her completely from my mind.

“D-did I do something wrong, master?”

Her voice was so small and pathetic, it almost hurt. I couldn’t open up to her. It just wasn’t how it was done. I did my best to regain the dominant feeling. I wanted to punish her for how she made me feel, even if it was slightly insane. I would put her over my knee and spank her until I didn’t love her anymore. Not that it would affect her feelings for me at all, and I knew it didn’t work that way. It had been a while since I’d had any such feelings for anyone, but it really wasn’t the kind of thing you easily forgot.

I could feel her hands on me. Her touch was as innocent as it was earnest, honestly trying to help. The monster in me wanted to backhand her to make her stop, but thankfully, I restrained it. She was a charming girl and didn’t deserve such rough treatment. I didn’t mind punishing her as her dom, but that was a far cry from beating her. I’d always prided myself on never leaving bruises on my pets.