Taking His Virgin

by Jamie Knight

  “Please, sir,” she begged as I sucked her nipples hard.

  “Please what, pet?” I asked, wanting her to say it out loud.

  “Please, l-let me suck your c-c-cock. I want to feel it in my mouth.”

  “It’s your job to figure that out,” I said.

  Lifting back up off my lap, Amanda sank back to her knees, keeping her eyes on mine. I wasn’t going to help her, still curious as to what she could figure out. Looking at the situation for a moment, she moved in to pull my belt out of the leather loop with just her teeth. Then, taking the mostly loose end, she pulled hard to the left, getting it loose of the metal tab, both of the ends falling loose. She applied the same technique to my pants’ top clasp, getting them open even faster than the belt. I could tell she was trying to be careful, but there was crazed determination in her eyes like she might die if she didn’t get my cock in her mouth soon. I really appreciated her enthusiasm and was impressed with her progress up to that point.

  Taking the tab of the fly between her lips, it took a couple tries, but my pet managed to get the zipper down to the bottom. She was farther than I would have thought she could get. However, she still wasn’t quite at my cock. Undaunted, she seized one side of my wide-open pants and pulled. With minimal help from me in the way of lifting slightly, she unveiled my boxers. Careful to be gentle, she did the same to work my boxers down, the waistband in her teeth like with my pants. My rock-hard cock sprang out at her like a cobra, making my sweet little virgin jump back. She had clearly never seen a cock before, even in a picture, her beautiful eyes going wide in awe.

  “W-wow,” she said, still staring at it.

  “Never seen one before?” I asked.

  “N-no, never. I really didn’t think it was going to be so big!”

  “Come here and say hello,” I joked.

  She smiled shyly and came back over to me, her gaze fixed on my throbbing cock, softly licking her sweet lips in preparation.

  Chapter Ten - Amanda

  My whole body shook, my eyes glued to the sight in front of me. I’d been aware of cocks, at least in general, but had never seen one in real life. Innocent as I was, I had no idea they could get as big as Warren’s. I tried to imagine him taking my virginity, something I sincerely wanted, but couldn’t fathom it going in my mouth, let alone my pussy.

  “Come,” my master said, his authoritative voice echoing in my ear.

  Moving, as though by forces unseen, I obeyed his stern order as though it were holy writ.

  I started with his balls. While still massive, they were more manageable than his cock. There was also the advantage that I could take one at a time, which would be easier to fit into my mouth. At least so I thought. My jaw started to ache with the effort not to accidentally bite his sack as it filled most of my mouth. Nonetheless, I kept trying. Cradling it with my lips and swirling my tongue all around, I tried to think of something to compare it to.

  Giving his right ball all the tender care I could, I moved over to the left, repeating the process. I guessed I was doing okay, at least if the soft moaning sounds Warren was making were anything to go by. I felt a little thrill run through me, happy I could please him, even with my utter lack of experience.

  I stopped to take a deep breath from the effort. When I was done, Warren pushed things to the next level. Taking me gently by the hair, he guided me towards his dick, which he angled toward me on the approach. Still not sure I would be able to handle his full, mighty girth in my little, virgin mouth, I led with my tongue. I licked him all up and down his softly throbbing shaft and swirling around the head. I was pretty sure it wasn’t exactly what he wanted, but he seemed happy enough for the moment. The sounds of pleasure getting even louder as I did my very best to please him.

  Finally, Warren got impatient and took things into his own hands. Holding my mouth open with a thumb on my chin, he pushed me down onto his cock. Going from holding to stroking my hair as I began to suck the head.

  It was a challenge, but one I was happy to attempt. I loosened my jaw as much as I could and managed to struggle my way down Warren’s mighty girth. All I wanted to do was please him even with the difficulties. I’d never done anything like that before, always even being careful with popsicles, terrified of anything touching the back of my throat. My hands being tied made things even harder, but all I could think about was Warren’s hardness in my mouth.

  After several minutes of slightly awkward sucking on Warren’s member, it was time for another new experience. Gathering my hair into a bunch, my master slowly twisted it around his right hand, careful not to pull too hard, until it was pressed up against the back of my head. It didn’t hurt at all and actually felt comforting, like the feeling of his warm cock in my mouth once I’d gotten used to it. Then, he stood up. I couldn’t help but look up as he rose to his commanding height, his hand in my head and his cock in my mouth, feeling very connected to him.

  He was gentle, rocking his hips back and forth, pumping his cock in my mouth. It was so alien to me, I didn’t even know what to think, let alone what to call it in my own head. Not long after, I would find out what he was doing to me was called ‘face fucking’, which actually made a lot of sense.

  I tried to keep sucking at first, as he moved in me, though soon relented. Trying to relax and open my throat as much as I could as my sexy man used my body to pleasure himself. I was only too glad to be of service to him.

  As he pumped, Warren pushed in a little further, getting not only to the back of my mouth but several inches down my throat. I expected pain like I always had, but my gag reflex didn’t seem to take much notice of the intrusion. Rather than gagging or choking, I only made some small gulping sounds as he fucked my virgin throat. My eyes were on his the entire time.

  He started to shake. I didn’t know what was going on, so stupidly, I pulled back to ask. Warren had started to cum and hadn’t told me. As a result, I ended up getting sprayed by his massive load as he came like a fire hose. Hot, thick cum covered me from my chin down to my thighs.

  I thought he might slap me, the look in Warren’s eyes so full of rage and disappointment. “Naughty girl,” he said, his voice a growl, “I’m going to have to punish you now because you didn’t drink down my seed like a good girl.”

  I was still too stunned to say anything as he moved. Keeping his hand wound in my hair, he reached down with the other and hauled me up to my feet by my bound hands. Removing his hand from my hair, he scooped my messy little body up into his powerful arms and carried me from the room.

  I was terrified he might just pitch me out in the street or worse. It was my paranoia talking, though. He wasn’t nearly that cruel. Or cruel at all, really. Everything he did was for my own good.

  There was a metal hook fixed to the wall of the shower. Several actually, set at different heights. Choosing one of the middle ones, he clipped my bounds into it, leaving me basically immobile.

  Wordlessly, he turned on the showerhead, near scalding water blasting out. Roughly, he washed all the cum off me, skirt and all, the water stinging my sensitive skin like nothing before, but I didn’t cry out. I just stood there and took it like a good girl as my lover cleaned me off.

  The heat didn’t last long. As soon as the spray was turned off, the chill hit. I could feel my nipples get hard from the sudden temperature change.

  “Please,” I begged, pitifully, “let me take off my skirt. It’s wet and cold.”

  Warren didn’t seem to hear me. Instead, he turned his back on me and walked out of the bathroom without a word. Closing and locking the door from the outside as he went. A soon as I heard the lock click, I started to panic. What if he never came back? How badly had I screwed up?

  Chapter Eleven - Warren

  It might have been a bit rough. I was worried I might have gone too far, but it was also an excellent chance to test Amanda. It also wasn’t for nothing. As Moore would say, it was the only way she was going to learn.

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sp; The office wasn’t far from the bathroom. One hallway away on the third level, constituting two former bedrooms, gave me all the space I could want.

  There was a story that all my money was inherited, but as with most things in the dinosaur media, this just wasn’t the case. I’d gotten an inheritance; that much was true. A rather large one, in fact. All of which was spent before I’d turned thirty. I was used to having everything and always insisted on buying the very best of everything.

  I’d gotten it into my head soon after getting the money that I wanted to be a painter. It hadn’t come entirely out of nowhere. There was a rule in my family that to inherit, you had to have a job. The way we saw it, living off the family was for layabouts and European aristocrats.

  While we’d gotten to the point of inherited wealth, the first few billion had come from hard work and sacrifice — as well as several very shrewd investments. Something that was never forgotten in later generations. The Protestant Work Ethic basically served as our unofficial family motto. As such, despite being filthy rich, every one of my relatives from my great-great-grandfather to the present day had an occupation if not a job. Something that kept their hands busy and, ideally, contributed something to the rest of society.

  I’d loved the great works I’d seen on several trips to the museums of the world, sometimes under duress, and was just arrogant enough to think I could do the same thing. I wasn’t terrible. Everyone could tell what my paintings were supposed to be. I even sold a few to people who weren’t part of my immediate family. Yet and alas, I never did anything that approached the splendor of a Caravaggio or a Dali. Even the early Pre-Raphaelites seemed beyond my powers of creation.

  The leather squeaked as I sat down in my specialty designed office chair. The entire office had been set up to my exact specifications. I needed a very particular environment for my mind to properly flow. My skills with programming far exceeding those with a brush. Though I did still indulge in paint and canvas on fairly regular occasions. It was a hard thing to shake once it got into my bones — like her.

  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.

  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 - Amanda

  It 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 fr
ont 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.