First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost

by Natalie Deschain

  He snorted. “Listen to you. What do you want to be when you grow up, missy? A nurse? A doctor?”

  “I want to be a teacher.”

  “Really. I think you’ll make a good one. Let’s see how you learn your lessons. I want you on your knees.”

  He didn’t wait for me to reply. He took my arm and pulled me off the desk, and lowered me down. I would have fallen if not for his vice grip on my arm. The floor was cold and hard under my knees, dirty old linoleum. He wheel the chair around and sat down, and scooted up to me. Then he pulled down his zipper, and undid his duty belt and his regular one, and spread open his pants. A little adjustment, and he parted the flap on his boxers and pulled out his cock and balls. I’d never seen one in person before, so I gasped, feeling my cheeks burn. It was bigger than I thought it would be, and it wasn’t even hard yet, just laying there curved over his heavy balls. I felt a weird impulse to touch them, test their weight in my hand and squeeze. He had his phone in one hand.

  “What do you want me to do?” I said.

  “You’re going to suck my cock.”

  “With my mouth?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Of course, babe. It won’t be so bad. Just remember, good girls swallow, and you’re a good girl, right? Swallow everything that comes out.”

  I trembled, looking at his member. My hands were still cuffed behind me, so I had to lean forward and use my lip to lift up the tip of his cock and open my lips around it, pulling into my mouth. He let out a soft groan, and it started to swell and stiffen, spreading open my jaws. When I sucked a little it got even harder, and when I ran my tongue around the tip, even harder still, until it rose to its full size, and hot and heavy. If felt completely different from what I expected, soft but rock hard inside, and the skin almost like velvet.

  “Look at the camera for me, honey, and suck real hard.”

  I did as he said, sucking until my cheeks hollowed as he snapped the picture of my lips spread around his cockhead. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed, forcing his erection deeper into my mouth, until it tickled and I squirmed, twisting my head under his grip. He liked that a lot, and moaned softly. Somehow, that excited me, and I felt a stab of need run up from between my legs, a cold shiver that he must have felt, because it brought a grin to his face.

  “That’s right, baby. You’re doing a great job.”

  I must have, because he stopped talking after that. The phone made a noise and he kept it pointed at me. I realized he was taking a video of my head bobbing and his shaft sliding through my lips as I sucked him off. I couldn’t help but look at it, stare right into the lens on the back of the camera as I sucked him, drawing his cock to an iron hardness that I barely believed was possible. I felt a quick, salty rush on my tongue and blinked, looking up at him. His head leaned back and his stomach clenched, and he spilled his seat in my mouth, thick and hot. I swallowed, gulping it down while I watched the camera. His cock throbbed in my lips and more spurts filled my mouth as I gulped it down, until finally let out an agonized sound and pushed me back. I could feel a hot string of it clinging to my chin and licked it off.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Quick learner, aren’t you?”

  Rising, he pulled me to my feet. His now soft cock, shiny with my spit, dangled in front of him. He pushed me back up onto the desk and tugged my arm.

  “Turn around, and bend over.”

  “Wait,” I said. “Do you have to?”

  “Shut up. I won’t hurt you.”

  As I lay on the cold desk, he reached under me and undid my belt, and tugged my shorts down over my ass, and pulled my underwear down, too, until they were both around my knees.

  “Look at that ass,” he said, running his hand over my soft skin. “Nice and round. You’re a little peach, aren’t you?”

  For emphasis, he gave my backside a slap, and I whimpered.

  “Relax, hon. Not going to leave a mark. Hold still for me, okay?”

  I heard the scrap of plastic on metal, and felt something cold press against my asshole. I jerked up, shocked as he held me down, one hand on my back, and pressed the tip of something hard, thick, and smooth against the tight knot of flesh. He pulled it back, spat on it, and pushed it inside me. Not very far, he just slipped it into my body, up my ass, and watched me squirm. The camera flashed in the gloom, and I felt the object withdraw. He set his nightstick on desk beside me with a heavy plastic thump, and showed me the picture on his phone screen, of his nightstick up my ass, my cheeks closed around the hard black plastic.

  “That doesn’t feel too bad, does it?”

  “It feels weird,” I confessed.

  “Now that’s hot,” he said, pulling the camera back. “I’d like to fuck your tight little butt, but I forgot my lube.”

  I thought for a moment that he would anyway, and tensed up. Instead I could almost feel him sinking down to his knees. His hot breath spread over my pussy, and I realized with a start how wet I was even before he dragged his tongue over the slit. I shuddered and he licked me again, slowly this time, pressing his tongue firmly against me and dragging its warm slickness over my intimate folds.

  “Look at you,” he said, his breath tickling me. “Tight as a drum. Carpets match the drapes, I see.”

  He licked me again, even harder this time, then opened his mouth against me and pressed his tongue against my entrance, over and over, sliding almost into me before drawing back. He slipped his finger under me and found my clit, tracing lightly over it, making me arch up and clench as I moaned softly, feeling the flush spreading on my neck and chest, the heat building until it started to pop sweat on my back and chest. How could it feel so good?

  “You’re my little whore,” he said. “Say it.”

  “I’m your little whore,” I croaked, the last word fading into a moan as he tongued me again.

  Slowly, he started to work his finger inside me. The feeling of something entering my body was strange, all squirmy and alien. His finger moved inside me, and suddenly drew out.

  “You’re tight as hell,” he said, and stood up. “I’m going to undo your handcuffs, now, and you’re going to be a good little girl for me, aren’t you?”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Are you ready to take my cock?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Tell me how much you need it.”

  “I need it. I need your cock.”

  I did. I needed it so bad, I would have done anything for him. His fingers and tongue left me in a frenzy, overcome with need.

  “Ready to become a woman?”

  “Make me a woman, sir.”

  He undid the cuffs, and I immediately brought my hands to the desk top and rose up, turning over. He took my arm and pulled me so I rolled onto my back, stepped away, and pulled my panties and shorts all the way off. I felt exposed and snapped my legs shut on instinct, watching him filming me with his phone. He pushed my shirt up, sliding it up over my chest, exposing my breasts, keeping the camera trained on my face as his fingers danced lightly over my skin, almost tickling, watching me squirm.

  “I need both hands now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you.”

  I bit my lip.

  “I need you to hold the camera. I want to record your face when I put my cock inside you. Can you do that?”

  I nodded, and he handed it to me. I lifted the phone and pointed the camera at my face, and focused on it as he spread my legs apart, running his hands over my thighs. I could feel the slickness of my arousal wet on my skin, cool now that the air touched it. I glanced down and saw his cock, rock hard and arched up against his stomach. He had to push it down to press the head against my entrance. I gasped and looked into the camera, feeling my face twist involuntarily as his cock spread open my sex and slid inside me. It was slick and easy for him to enter me, but it hurt. It stung, and burned a little, especially as he pressed deeper inside. I bit my lip and felt my eyes watering as he pushed all the way in, burying himself to the root, and finally let
out a gasping, pained squeak as he pressed against me, his cock an iron hard, red hot rod filling me up.

  He took the camera and swept it down over my body, aiming it between my legs as he pumped, drawing pained groans out of me. I hugged myself and he slowed, pressing his cock deep inside me again, and held still.

  “Your cunt is so hot,” he growled, “You’re so wet. Does it hurt?”

  “Yes.”

  He touched my cheek. “Awww, honey. Hold still and relax, and it’ll get better. Feel it?”

  He moved slowly, and I closed my eyes and arched under him as he leaned over me, pressing me down with his weight. He had the camera trained on my face again as he fucked me slowly, rolling his hard cock through my tight, slick walls. The pain was still there, but it was fading, and something else grew beside it. It felt good, so good I let out a strangled little cry of pleasure before I bit down on it and clenched my teeth. That made him growl, and roll his hips harder, not so much thrusting as grinding, moving his cock hard but in short little jerks. I could feel the wetness from it on my legs, even as they rose up on their owns and locked around his hips. I squeezed him with my legs and pushed him into me as the hot, twisting sensation of his cock send shooters of pleasure through my body. Feeling him grind against me was so intense, I could barely stand it.

  “You like it, you little slut?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, “Yes. Give it to me!”

  “Fuck,” he barked, loudly into my throat as he leaned over me. He brought the camera to my face, and gave it to me to hold as he stood up.

  “Now,” he said, holding my hips. “Let’s show you how a real man fucks.”

  There was nothing gentle in him now. He dragged me across the desktop to him and began pumping furiously, his thrusts bringing the burning sting back even as the pleasure grew, the heat salted by it. I writhed on the desk, barely able to hold the camera and keep it aimed at my face. He took it back and aimed between my legs as he stood up and thrusted into me, grunting. Suddenly, he pulled out, and left me gasping and startled, my legs moving on their own.

  “Get up,” he said.

  I could barely stand up. My legs were too shaky. He spun me around and slid the camera under me as he bent me over the desk, holding both my arms just above the elbow, and thrust inside me. This time his cock slid into my tight channel easily, filling me all at once, and I moaned and arched back, my whole body tensing with the intensity of the sensation. He fucked me even harder now, his erection driving deep inside. I thrashed back, driving myself against him, ramming his cock into me in time with his rhythm, burying it inside me to the root. He let go of my arms, and bent over me as I leaned on the desk. One arm looped around my neck as he pressed his face into the back of my head, and the other wrapped around my body, his hand sliding over my sweat-slick stomach. I cried out as his fingers touched my swollen folds, spread around his cock.

  I gave in to him completely, begging between moans for him to go harder, faster.

  He found my clit and began circling it with his finger, and the sensation was too much, making me moan and groan as his cock filled me with heat while sharp, cold shooters of electricity darted all the way down to my toes. It was too much for me to handle, and I thrashed wildly, the pain forgotten in this storm of pleasure. I barely understood was happening as I hit my peak, like falling through hot air and slamming into cold water. I was a passenger in my body as I thrashed and wriggled against him.

  He barked out a sharp “Fuck!”, and grabbed my hips. I leaned over the desk, grunting like an animal through clenched teeth as he shoved his cock into me to the root and held me against him so hard it would leave welts on my hips, burying his shafts in my depths as he spilled inside me, hot and slick. When he drew out of me it left his cum sliding down my legs, he’d pumped me so full. I almost fell, all the strength going out of my knees, until he turned me around and laid me out on the table. I felt totally used up and spent, like every muscle had been stretched out, like taffy. I lay there as he wiped down his dick and tucked himself back in his pants, then gave me a wet wipe to clean myself off. I could still feel him inside me as I pulled up my underwear and shorts and did up the button. I was sore and satisfied at the same time.

  As I stood up, shakily, he slipped the handcuffs back into their case on his belt. He was watching the video. I could hear myself squeaking and moaning, my voice tinny from the little speaker.

  “You can ride up from this time.”

  I didn’t say anything as he drove me back to my car. He gave me my keys and my stuff back and drove off into the night. Hurriedly, I got back in my car and locked the door, looking around. It was pitch black, almost three in the morning, and I was well past my curfew.

  When I walked in the back door, my mother was waiting at the kitchen table.

  “I hope you had a good time,” she snapped.

  “You have no idea,” was all I could say.

  Victoria

  I was eighteen years old for less than a day when I learned my father had sold me.

  My return home from boarding school was a whirlwind. Sixteen hours on a plane that left me tired and sore, my legs cramped from sitting. The dull ride home from the airport, constantly on the edge of sleep in the back of the car. Every time I was almost out there would be a hooking curve in the interstate that would jolt me awake. I was almost asleep when the car finally rolled to a stop and the driver leapt out to get my door for me as the servants rushed out to retrieve my things from the trunk. I stepped out and yawned, eager to get a shower, get in bed, and begin readying myself for college in the fall. Dad was waiting for me, standing by the opened doors, under the portico. He ignored the servants as they carried my things. When I stepped up with my arms out to huge him, he took my arm and led me inside.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t get settled,” he said, his voice strangely tight.

  There was a man in the foyer. He faced away, so I could only see the back of his silk suit his clasped hands, and slicked back hair. I swallowed, hard. Something about this made Dad nervous, and that made me nervous. I looked at him and he looked at me.

  “This is Will Carlyle. You’re going with him.”

  “What?” I snapped. “Why?”

  He looked at the floor. “Please, Victoria. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

  The stranger turned around and approached. He was tall, narrow in his build but strangely graceful. I found myself staring into his eyes. One was dark blue, the other so pale the iris was almost white. I expected him to offer a hand to shake, so I stretched out mine, only to pull back and wipe it down my side when he failed to reciprocate. He stared at me hungrily, his eyes appraising. I felt like a prey animal behind glass, with a panther stalking back and forth outside, dreaming of sinking fangs into my flesh. I shivered.

  “I don’t understand. Is this an internship or something?”

  “No,” Carlyle said, calmly. “Your father owes me a great deal of money. Money which he cannot repay. I offered him an alternative payment plan. You.”

  I blinked. “What? That’s crazy. You can’t-“

  “I can. It’s you, or him. I’m afraid he picked you.”

  Dad looked at me and then edged away, looking at the floor.

  “It won’t be so bad,” he said, his voice shaking. “He promised not to hurt you.”

  “Hurt me?” I said, backing away. “This… you can’t sell me! I won’t do it. I won’t go.”

  “You will,” said Grayson. He looked at my father. “You were right, she is willful, but she’ll learn. You’re sure she’s a virgin?”

  “She told her mother she is. I haven’t… checked.”

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. The door was behind me, wide open. I started to turn.

  A strong closed around my arm.

  “I was promised a virgin. For your father’s sake, I hope you are.”

  I stared at him, wide-eyed. Then I slapped him. Having my arm held in place too
k some of the force out of the blow, but it was enough to turn his head. He blinked and turned back slowly, his thin lips spreading into a tight, knowing smile.

  “You have a lot of fire. That will make you more enjoyable to tame. We’re leaving.”

  Screaming, I pounded my first on his arm and tried to yank loose, but he quickly had me by both arms, turning me away from him. I dug my heels in and kicked, trying to stop him from pushing me through the door, but he was too strong. I thrashed and tried to hit him with the back of my head, but nothing I did mattered, and he bodily lifted me from the ground and carried me. I twisted around enough to see my father staring at the floor.

  “You bastard!” I shrieked, “How can you do this!”

  The servants were all just staring, watching.

  “Somebody help!”

  No one did. They just stared at nothing, like they couldn’t see me. There was another car already waiting for me outside. Carlyle shoved me through the open door and stepped in after me, settling into the seat as the door was closed behind him. I knew fighting him was pointless, so I went for the other door. I yanked and yanked on the handle, but nothing. I tried to go for the other, but Carlyle shoved me back down into my seat and then his hand closed around my throat, holding me still. He turned my head to look at him and I stared into his strange, mis-matched eyes.

  “I enjoy a little sport, but if you make yourself difficult, I’m going to to have to discipline you. You can sit there like a good girl, or I can teach you a lesson and tie you down.”

  He let go, and I clutched my throat in my hands. He hadn’t choked me, but I could still feel steely fingers pressing on my tender skin.

  “Fuck you,” I hissed, edging away from him.

  “Oh, you will,” he said. “Or rather, I will. Once you’ve learned your place, Victoria.”

  “What pace is that?”

  “At my feet, as my willing concubine.”

  “Willing?” I spat. “I’ll never be willing to do anything with you.”

  “Yes you will,” he said, easing into the seat. “You’ll be begging me to touch you, by the time I’m done.”