Virgin (Vitali's Legacy)

He could be so fucking filthy. And so fucking hot. Gemma really didn’t know what to do with herself when she was around that kind of energy.

“Bend over,” he said. “I’ll do the rest.”

When he put it that way, it sounded easy. So she took the easy way out. Better to have one crazy, twisted sexual interlude with Bobby now than to be tormented with butt toys forever.

“Good girl,” he praised, making her feel all warm inside as he pulled her pants down, exposing just her ass.

This wasn’t proper sex, she told herself. This didn’t count. This wasn’t what married men and women did. This didn’t make babies. This…

“Oh!” He was applying lube to her butt. Actual lube this time. He massaged it into the tight star of her anus with absolutely no hesitation or shame. All the while, she could feel nothing but shame. To be touched in such a sensitive spot, to have her intimate areas exposed to this reckless criminal, was a great stain on whatever used to pass for her honor.

He pushed his cock against her anus. Perhaps the plug had done its work. She was surprised to discover that it wasn’t as hard to relax and let him in as she had thought it would be.

“You’re a natural,” Bobby praised as the head of his dick began to breach the boundary of her body, slowly claiming the tight internal passage that had once been hers and hers alone. “Keep breathing. Keep relaxing.”

It did hurt. It stung. There was a stretching she wasn’t ready for, not all the way. He was much, much larger than any toy could be. His cock was not made of cool, impersonal rubber, but real hot human flesh. Gemma felt her pussy clench and drip arousal as her tormentor took her ass instead, leaving her virginity intact for the moment as she floated on a sea of hot shame.

Slowly but surely, Bobby kept working himself inside her ass. It took what felt like an eternity before the head of his cock was fully inside her, and then he was taking full advantage of the mechanics of the situation: the length of his shaft and the lubrication of gel to slide deeper and deeper inside her, making her rear his very own property.

Then he fucked her.

He had both hands on her hips and butt, spreading her cheeks. Every now and then, he would add an extra bit of lube, and then he would keep stroking inside her. He was in no hurry to come, it seemed. He was drawing out the hot humiliation of being anally punished with his cock.

“Please… ungh…” she whimpered. “Come already.”

“What’s that? You want me to come in your ass?”

“I don’t…mnnghh….” Gemma grunted. It was hard to talk with her insides being given an impromptu rearrangement. It was hard to do anything besides take it and hope that she survived with her ego intact.

This was hotter than she wanted it to be. Her clit was tingling, almost as if he was fucking her pussy. That thick cock pressing inside her ass was also pressing against the wall of her sex. If only he would fill her there and absolve her of the burden of virginity….

But that wasn’t happening. He was starting to thrust faster, pounding her no longer virgin ass with long, rough strokes that bounced her against the bed and made her sensitive, tight hole protest even as every other part of her body flushed with excitement.

“Fuck yes, you little brat,” he growled. “Flush my toy? I’ll fuck your ass good and long and hard.”

He came inside her, pulling out to stream come all over her ass. That was not a shocking surprise. It was the second time inside forty-eight hours that she had been inundated with his seed. What was a surprise was the way her own orgasm followed his. He’d fucked her ass to climax. She was shuddering and shaking with the intensity of the pleasure release that had come only from anal stimulation.

“Fuck… fuck… god…. bastard… fuck…” she cursed into the bed, writhing, coming, giving up any semblance of innocence as her well-fucked ass clenched and quivered along with her tight, wet, virgin pussy.

“You liked that, huh?” Bobby took a long pull on his vape and sat down on the bed next to her as she tried to recover.

“It wasn’t the worst,” Gemma admitted, somewhat shyly.

“Be a good girl, and next time it might be one of your other holes.”

“Such a gentleman,” she said, rolling her eyes. She squealed as Bobby reached over and slapped her bare, come-covered ass hard.

“I’m no gentleman,” he said. “And you ain’t no lady.”

Chapter 3

Gemma was hard at work. It felt good to work. Not just because it pleased Angelo and reduced her chances of being beaten, but because when she worked, she felt so much more like herself. She wasn’t a lost girl being buggered by Bobby. She was a valued consultant able to…