Under Wraps - Love Under Lockdown

Damien got most of the way into my tight, virgin pussy before I squeaked, his massive, magnificent manhood too much for me to take all at once. Easing back a bit, letting me relax, Damien started to fuck me, rocking his cock tenderly in and out of my young, pink pussy, making me feel every inch. Without thinking, I started to moan loudly. Damien masterfully put his hand over my mouth, silencing me. It was fair enough; he was the master, and he hadn’t given me permission to make noise.

Shifting our position slightly, so that my ankles were resting on his muscular shoulders, he raised me up a bit, eased a bit deeper into me, and started to pick up speed. I bit my lip to keep from making noise. It worked pretty good, until it didn’t.

He seemed to be very stern and rough with me. We had gone right into it, with Damien completely dominating me. I hoped that it was because he really liked me and felt like he could really be himself with me, though it probably wasn’t a good idea to read too much into things.

Forcing my mouth open, Damien put his tongue in, confidently massaging my tongue as I mostly tried to keep still and let him do what he wanted to do. I moved a bit to make it easier for him, the added pleasure making me close my eyes under the makeshift blindfold, his wonderful cock filling me with joy.

He adjusted me again, crossing my ankles and putting my legs straight up, my feet towards the ceiling. Getting up into a kneeling position, Damien went even harder, pounding his cock deep inside me. I tried, but in the end, I couldn’t keep from screaming in pure joy. I thought I might pass out from pleasure.

I was completely spoiled by having Damien as my first, which was fine with me, considering that he was the only one I’d ever wanted to fuck me.

Damien covered my mouth again, though I was honestly more focused on what he was doing to my pussy to really notice that much. His monster cock was pounding me mercilessly, my body completely under my sweet master’s control.

I could feel myself starting to cum. It wasn’t my first orgasm; I had been masturbating since my mid-teens and had a decade of experience. It was my first orgasm with a man though, and, as I would soon find out, that was a whole different thing.

Leaving his cock deep inside me and tenderly stroking my feet, Damien waited patiently for me to recover. He wasn’t trying to hurt me. He wanted to make me feel good and assert his dominance, something I wanted with all my heart.

Gently easing out of me, Damien cleaned us both with some wet wipes from his room, leaving me feeling fresh and wonderful. His cock still hard, he opened my mouth and slipped it in. I closed my eyes and hummed with joy as he fed me his cock, gladly taking it into my mouth.

Putting a hand on the back of my head, Damien lovingly face fucked me as I did my best to keep up with him. Moving in further to my virgin throat, I gagged a bit at first, and my eyes started to water, but I loved it.

With a slight tremor I could feel in my mouth, Damien blessed me with his beautiful cum, unloading in my mouth almost faster than I could take in. I tried my best to keep up, not wanting to waste a drop.

The binds came loose, freeing my hands, followed by my blindfold. I blinked against the light coming in from his room. Lifting me up again, he moved me over to the other side of the bed, getting up onto it beside me. He turned me onto my side and embraced me from behind in a spoon position.

Kissing the back of my neck, his hands lovingly massaging my tits, Damien held me until I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Six

Emma

I never really got used to alarm clocks. There were roosters where I grew up, and I never really used an alarm clock until I got to college and there weren’t any other choices. Somehow, I had slept though the alarm I set, if I had in fact set it for AM as opposed to PM, and my wake-up call had never come, as far as I knew.

Leaping out of bed, still quite naked, I was hit by the morning chill, not having thought to turn up the heat the night before. My nipples got rock hard and super sensitive, something not altogether unpleasant, as I slipped the silk robe back around myself.

I spotted the small yellow square of paper on the bedside table, noticing, for the first time, the conspicuous absence of Damien. My pussy ached for him, remembering all the beautiful things he had done to me the night before. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, a fact that sat oddly in my mind, turning, showing all its angles and dimensions. Something that had been true for the last 25 years of my life was, suddenly, no longer the case.