by Izzy Slam
“Yes, Master. I have maintained the highest purity there is.”
I saw his crotch twitch as he began unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the upper part of his tanned, muscular chest. My face heated. My whole body heated. I felt a pulse between my legs and squeezed my thighs together.
“Your innocence makes me happier than I’ve ever been, darling. But you need to learn how to properly please your husband. And since I cannot strip you of your virginity just yet, that leaves your mouth for the taking.”
Heat rippled through me, settling between my legs, an urge deep in my core. For the first time, the idea of taking him in my mouth didn’t revolt me. But it did terrify me. I had no idea what to do, if anything.
“Nothing would make me happier than pleasing you with my mouth, Master.”
I noticed movement at his crotch, a sudden flick of fabric. Reaching his hand through the slit, he kept his gaze focused on me as he pulled out his manhood. I knew what a man looked like, and my best friend had described her husband’s in great detail. But seeing one in real life, only several feet away, was shocking. The size of it, the color, the … erectness. He held it out for me, stroking it with his large hand several times.
“Do you want me to get undressed?” I asked. I don’t know why. He would tell me what he wanted. He certainly wasn’t shy. And he owned me. It was his duty to tell me what to do.
“Not yet, Claire. Come here.”
I walked the few steps in his direction, keeping my eyes directed at his face, overwhelmed at the lust that seemed to be spilling forth.
“Take it in your hands, see how hard it is.”
Without looking, I reached forward and found his length, gasping at the heat of his silken flesh and the raging rod of hardness underneath all of that. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed slightly, and immediately felt it jerk in response.
A low rumble came from deep in his throat. “Now, move your hand back and forth, let your fingers glide over the length of it.”
I kept my eyes locked on his, feeling my urges grow. My cheeks felt like they were on fire, and as I moved my hand back and forth, and heard my future husband grumble in response, it made me throb more. I had a sudden compulsion to lift my dress and rub him against me. I was sure it wasn’t ladylike to have these urges, but there they were, nonetheless.
“How does it feel?” he edged out, his voice sounding gruff.
“It feels … so nice.” I didn’t know what else to call it.
“Mm, it feels nice for me, too. Run your fingers around the circumference.”
I did as he said, feeling wetness along the very tip. Sticky, warm pre-cum smeared along my thumb, and I noticed that he let out a huff.
“My darling. It’s time to get on your knees and take me past your lips.”
My nipples pricked, and hot tingles danced along my flesh as I continued to smear around his pre-cum. Breathless, self-conscious, and nervous, I also felt that delightful knot forming in my core that was driving me to submit, to learn everything about pleasing my master as I could.
I lifted the lower part of my dress as I went down, bunching it up along my knees to soften the impact. His erection bounced before me, and not sure of what to do, I flitted my gaze up at his handsome face.
His hands went softly but firmly through my locks and he tugged my head forward. “Don’t give it a thought, darling. Just hold it in your mouth and swirl your tongue around. I’ll guide you the rest of the way to ensure you satisfy me.”
My heart fluttered inside my chest as I held it steady with my thumb and forefinger. The veins along the side were a dark purple, snaking like a winding river over his shaft. I parted my lips and took him in my mouth, but his flesh stuck to my dry lips, so I came back out, then used my tongue to lick the surface of his crown, rolling it in large circles over the swelled, purple helmet.
“Oh yes, my maiden. That’s perfect.”
I smiled to myself, and when I got to the slit of his small opening, I probed my tongue through the hole, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. It was also slick, just like what was between my legs. When I heard him let out a low growl and fist my hair tightly, that throb found its way between my legs again, and desire swept through me, leaving me dizzy.
At that point, his crown was thoroughly coated in a mixture of saliva and his slick fluids, so I wrapped my lips around him and sank all the way down his length. My jaw had to really stretch to accommodate all of him.
“Oh God…” he groaned. “My Claire… my innocent, sweet Claire…”
Thrilled that I was pleasing him, I used my tongue to move along his shaft, darting it quickly along the base of his glans. He throbbed inside my mouth, and it made me realize that I wanted his tongue between my legs, doing the same naughty deed. The mental imagery forced me to buck my hips as my own fluid seeped into my drawers.
I found myself bobbing my head as his penis hardened like a pistol. My fingers even began to massage the base of him as my saliva dripped down and made his flesh slick.
“Oooohh, yeah…. Suck my cock…”
Master held my head and pumped his rigidness in and out of my mouth, taking control of me and demanding I suck him harder and faster. My vagina ached the harder he got, and need rippled through my stomach, floating down between my legs.
“I’m about to cum, darling. Swallow every bit of my seed like a good bride in training.”
I released a moan, and there was this hard jerk that passed through his erection. Just then, warm, salty fluid spilled onto the back of my tongue. My pulse pounded, but I did as he said, swallowing every bit that oozed like syrup from his slit.
“So gooooood…” he growled. “Your mouth is so good, so fuckable.”
His filthy mouth shocked me but also made me hot. I sucked and licked him until he forcibly ejected himself, brushing back my long curls and telling me what a good job I had done pleasing him.
He gripped the base of his shaft and held his long, purple cock in front of my face.
“Would you like for me to do it again, Master?”
I desperately wanted to know what it felt like to be orally pleased as well, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. Not now, and maybe not ever. And I couldn’t even touch myself to remove the ache that had become unbearable.
“Not right now. There’s something else I wish to do.”
I stood in front of him as he lowered the top part my dress to expose my ample breasts.
“There will be times that I need you to service my cock, Claire, as nothing more than a place to quickly deposit my seed when the urge strikes. I may not want to take the time to remove your clothes. I’ll simply … lift your dress or request you to your knees, like I did just now.” I sank my teeth into my lower lip as he brushed his thumb along my exposed nipple. “But then, at other times, I may wish to indulge you in the pleasures of your own flesh. I may wish to see your beautiful body, your full breasts, your wet pussy, and all those wonderful curves that I know are hiding underneath this dress.”
I let out a whimper, and his gaze flitted in my direction.
“How does that make you feel?” he asked, wrapping a strong grip around my breasts.
How could I describe how I felt? I wanted more of him touching me, everywhere. “Warm, wanted,” I managed to say.
He flashed a hungry smile, then leaned down and pressed his lips to one of my nipples, cupping my other breast with his free hand and teasing that nipple with a soft pinch. His tongue swirled over the hardened bud, forcing tingling sensations to shoot right between my legs. I huffed as he released a moan.
It was as if every part of my body was suddenly alive. But my vagina was throbbing with need. And so much liquid was leaking out of me, I was sure that even the slit of my drawers was soaked.
Master kissed, sucked, and licked the sensitive bumps atop my fleshy breasts, flicking his tongue with such speed, I let out a long moan that took me by surprise. His breathing became ragged, and when his hand wandered down the side of
my hip, I knew where he was headed.
He lifted the bottom of my dress until my drawers were exposed. “Sit on the bed there and spread your legs for me.”
I did as he asked, bringing my feet up to the mattress and parting my thighs. He stood before me and finished unbuttoning his shirt before tugging it off. He was so strong and masculine, it made me throb and pulse out a voluminous amount of fluid that dribbled down the crack of my rear. My breasts stood out like hard points, the sensitive nipples erect like my master’s manhood poking out from his trousers.
He dropped to his knees and put his hands on my thighs, boring his gaze into me as he lowered his lips to my ladyhood. A solitary finger probed my opening, forcing both of us to groan.
“My lovely, innocent bride-to-be … you’re so deliciously wet.”
I huffed as he pumped the tip of his finger in and out of my opening. His touch was making the ache stronger, but also satisfying a deep, urgent need.
“Oh … Master,” I whispered, so happy to have the promise of an orgasm so close.
“Yes,” he growled, pushing his finger in further. “I am your master, and this is my pussy.”
He pulled his finger out and swirled it over that bump of tissue. My body shook all over as he moved a finger over it.
“I can feel your maidenhood, and it’s making me so hard, darling.”
“Oh yes,” I purred like a kitten.
He licked his lips as he stared at the small tuft of dark hair that rested on top of my mound. My clit felt heavy and swollen, and his eyes floated up to my chest. Just the simple act of that quick glance made my nipples curl up.
When his hand smoothed over my thin thatch of hair, I trembled uncontrollably, forcing more fluid to leak down the crack of my bottom. His fingers parted my vaginal lips, and I got a good look at my clitoris—all pink, shiny, and swollen.
His tongue swiped along that little bump, and I jerked hard on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and watched him plant kisses along the wet tissue, making me tingle all over.
“Master …” I moaned.
His groan echoed mine, and he once again inserted one of his thick fingers part of the way in my channel, moving it in and out and putting slight pressure on that sliver of tissue that defined my innocence. It felt so good, I couldn’t help but rock my hips up and down in sync with his hand.
When he began lapping my wet gash repeatedly, letting his tongue glide over my clit with each pass, a ball formed in my belly. A very hot ball that grew bigger and tighter. It felt as though my clit were expanding, growing larger by the second.
He wiggled his tongue fiercely back and forth over that swollen bundle of tissue for a few seconds, then paused. As his finger pumped in and out of my tight vagina, he looked up at me.
“You will not cum until I allow it, do you understand?”
I gripped the sheets and huffed. “Yes, Master.”
“When I do finally take your innocence, you will have an orgasm around my cock. I want to feel your walls grip me and milk my sack for every drop of seed. Is that clear?”
“Y—yes, sir. I mean Master.”
God, I was delirious with need, but he didn’t seem to mind my slip of the tongue. He simply removed his finger from my hole and stood up before gripping my hips and tugging me down to the edge of the bed.
His manhood was raging hard and bright red as it hovered over my pussy. He began rapidly moving a fist up and down the length of his shaft, and I found myself unconsciously thrusting my hips upward. Veins throbbed on his forehead, and his jaw clenched.
When I glanced back down at his cock, all I saw were white knuckles as he gripped the base tightly. Thick, white fluid spurted out, landing on my pubic hair, then on the fabric of my pretty white dress before shooting and landing on the flesh between my breasts.
“Fuuuuck!” he cried out, tightening his grip and letting one more burst of fluid pulse out. It landed on my lower belly as he let out a long growl.
My pussy throbbed, wanting to experience the same kind of release. How could I go another day with this and not lose my sanity? It didn’t matter because I didn’t have a choice.
~Joseph~
I teased her with my tongue, savoring her sweet and tangy juices as she harshly rocked her hips in repetitive jerks. She was desperate for a release, that was easy to see. And the tease was making me in dire need for one as well. But I would not let her cum yet. I want to feel her contractions gripping my manhood on our wedding night, knowing that her walls are milking my balls, that her fertile body is craving pregnancy as much as I want to see her pregnant with my child.
The way Claire was splayed out before me, with her large breasts and virginal pussy exposed for me, how could I not shoot another load? It landed on her pubic mound, soiled her dress, and sprayed along her cleavage as I held back a roar.
In all my thirty-four years, I don’t think I had ever cum so hard. Not even with Helen. There was a time I would have felt guilty to admit that, but now that I’d met my perfect angel, I was free once again. Free to love and free to command. And free to show her all the ways she will satisfy me once we’re wed. I will satisfy her, too. Make sure she trembles and shakes like an earthquake when I take her every night. She’s going to be sore in the beginning. But as time moves on, she’ll reach the point where she silently begs for me to slam my hips against her round ass as I claim her.
To see how she responds to me is all I’ve ever wanted. The way she wrapped her lips around my throbbing member and swallowed my seed without so much as a grimace made me so proud. I have heard numerous stories of men having trouble getting their new brides to drink them down. Some of them cough and gag. Helen was never able to take me in her mouth. Her jaw wouldn’t open wide enough. Apparently, I’m fairly well endowed compared to most men. But Claire didn’t seem to have any trouble accommodating me. Her full, red lips seemed to be made for sucking her master off.
Now that I had left a mess on her, she should have lost that lustrous innocence. But she hadn’t. In fact, with her rosy cheeks, hungry eyes, sweet expression, and heaving bosom coated in my cream, she looked even more innocent than before.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back with a cloth.”
She fell back on the mattress, and I walked to the washroom to clean myself and get a small towel. When I got back to her, I wiped all traces of myself from her flushed skin and brushed off the spunk from her dress. I saw her suitcase on the floor and realized that she had not even had time to unpack. So I lifted the case and set it on the bed before clicking the handle open.
“You’ll be staying here for the night, my love. Go ahead and unpack your belongings and put on a fresh outfit. I’d like to take you into town and show you off to my family.”
“You don’t want to choose my outfit?”
“Not for this, darling. Whatever you choose will be fine. You’ll be lovely in anything.”
“Yes, Master.” Her eyes lit up before I walked away, pulling the door closed behind me.
I wanted to stay and help her change, but I was trying my damnedest to do the right thing and give her the privacy she deserved before becoming my bride. I know it sounds ridiculous. After all, she just took my manhood in her mouth, and I tasted her innocent nectar. But there are just some things that are not done before being married, and changing clothes is one of those things.
On the ride into town, Claire was quiet but alert. I could sense her excitement in the way she took in everything and it made me so proud. I reached over and touched her hair, wishing I could feel it fan across my chest as I held her naked body to mine.
“What are you thinking?”
She glanced my way and nervously bit her lip. “That I hope everyone will like me.”
“There isn’t a thing not to like. You’re beautiful, sweet, and conscientious. And there isn’t a person close to me that doesn’t know how happy I am you are here.”
Her face turned several shades of red. I loved this s
hyness about her, the way she was so humble. “I’m happy to be here, too.”
When we finally made it to my sister’s house, the whole clan was there—my sisters and parents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. I could tell that she was a bit overwhelmed as everyone greeted her with a hug or a polite wave from a distance. So I stayed close to her, making sure she knew I would not let her out of my sight. When I could tell she was feeling worked over, I pulled her close to my side.
“If it doesn’t offend anyone, my Claire here is quite tired from her travels. I’d like to take her upstairs to rest until it’s time to eat.”
My sister Delores took her by the hand but looked directly at me. “Before you go anywhere, let me pack you a basket of food with a blanket. You can take her by the river and spend the afternoon relaxing.”
I glanced at Claire and her eyes lifted.
“That sounds lovely, sister. Thank you.”
“Yes, thank you, Delores. You’re too kind.”
She winked coyly. “I remember all too well the stress of meeting new future in-laws. It’s exhausting, and my brother here clearly wants to be sure you’re energized on your wedding day. And night.”
I chuckled as Delores walked off. My family knew me all too well.
~Claire~
There have been many times throughout the day that I’ve felt like I died and went to heaven. And this afternoon, as I sat by the river with my new master Joseph, those feelings became even stronger.
I lay my head in his lap and he stroked my hair while dropping small bites of buttered bread into my mouth. After several rounds of this, I sat up and devoured a very unladylike helping of beans, potatoes, and cornbread. Master told me that his family often works together to have these large meals, about once a week. The rest of the week they eat with their families. Apparently, they are quite close.
Once we both stuffed ourselves with food, he allowed me to lay my head in his lap and drift off once again. I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I could hear the sounds of his deep breathing, and it brought me comfort to know we could relax so deeply around one another. I curled up my gaze at him, and my soft movements must have awoken him. He smiled down at me and ran his fingers through my hair.