Filthy Cam Girl: A Captive Virgin Romance

by JB Duvane

“About?”

  “About why you like to do … what you do.” I was kind of shy about asking him, but all I could think about since I found out that he was the one who had kidnapped me was those photographs … and the time I saw him spanking Jessica’s mom. “The dominant stuff.”

  “Well,” he paused for a long moment. “I’m not sure if anyone can answer that question—why they like one thing over another. Sometime I think it has to do with things we’re exposed to at an early age—“

  “So you do think we become who we are because of things that happened when we were kids?” I was a little disappointed in that answer and I was pretty sure it showed in my voice.

  “Well, I don’t think it’s the only influence, but, sure, I think it contributes. I also think that a lot of people claim to have preferences when they really just allow themselves to be guided by the world around them—popular culture or what their friends like. Why are you so curious about this? Is it because of what happened in the bedroom? Did that scare you?”

  “No, not at all! I loved it. I’ve always … I mean, for a long time now, I’ve thought about that sort of thing.”

  “What sort of thing?”

  I wanted so badly to have this conversation, but I was still feeling embarrassed. I wished we didn’t have so much between us in our past. I wished that we had just started out together and this was all fresh and new.

  Plus, it felt funny telling someone what I wanted. I’d never done it before with any boy. They seemed perfectly happy to tell me what they wanted, but somehow I had never gotten up the courage to ask for things that I wanted. Maybe because I’d never been taught that it’s okay to want things. That, if I’m not hurting anyone, there was nothing to be embarrassed about when it came to sex. But it was still hard to say it out loud. “Being spanked.”

  “You want to be spanked?” I could tell Drake’s eyes were on me. I could practically feel them burning into the top of my head while I looked down at my fidgety fingers. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Ashley. Is being a submissive something you’re interested in? Or was everything on Daddyland just an act. It’s okay if it was. I’d like to know.”

  “It wasn’t an act at all.” I finally got the courage to look up and it was exactly as I had feared, Drake was looking right at me. His eyes were fixed on mine so intently, they made me suck my breath in. I didn’t know what it was about his eyes, but when they were fixed on me like they were now, I felt so helpless. Like I was completely under his control. “I … I’ve wanted to be spanked, ever since …”

  “Ever since when?” The sound of his voice was hypnotic, almost as if he were prying me open and taking what he wanted with his words.

  “Ever since I saw you.” I could feel my face growing hot. I couldn’t look into those black eyes anymore. They made me feel naked. Even more naked and vulnerable than when I had no clothes on when we were in the bedroom. I didn’t understand how he could do what he was doing without saying a word.

  “Ever since you saw me where? What did you see, Ashley?”

  My head was spinning. I felt like a horrible person for having spied on him. But I had—twice.

  “I saw you … through the balcony doors at the vacation house … with Jessica’s … I mean, with Samantha. I saw you pulling her hair and spanking her and … I saw you …”

  “You saw me fuck her in the ass. Yes, I remember that night. How long were you watching?”

  “I watched you spank her, and I heard you tell her that she was a filthy slut, and when you finished and came toward the balcony doors I ran away.” Everything I was saying was making me squirm. I felt like I was back at the clinic being questioned by one of the doctors. But there was something about the feeling this time that was turning me on. Something about the way Drake was looking at me. When I finally got the courage to look into his eyes again I felt like a rabbit caught in a trap. There was something in his eyes. Something that made him look like he was about to devour me.

  “Are you a filthy little slut, Ashley?”

  Drake’s words stunned me into silence. Where I had been unable to keep myself from fidgeting a second earlier, now I was as still as a statue.

  “Are you going to answer my question?” His voice had a tinge of impatience that was smoothed over by a blanket of unquestionable authority. His tone demanded an answer.

  “Yes,” I said quietly.

  “When I ask you a question look at me, Ashley. I’m going to ask you one more time, and I want a proper answer. Are you a filthy little slut?”

  I looked up slowly, sure that my face was beet red and wishing there was some way I could conceal it. When my eyes finally met his, there was that intensity again, but there was more. Excitement and even a touch of amusement. He looked like he was about to pounce on me from where he was sitting. “Yes, I’m a filthy little slut.”

  “Then why haven’t you had a man inside you? Why are you still a virgin?”

  I looked down at my hands. I knew it was silly. I had always known that it was silly, and now he was making me say it out loud.

  “Why, Ashley?”

  “Because … because I’ve always wanted you to be my first. I’ve been saving myself for you.”

  I could have sworn he was going to jump up right then and come after me, but instead he sat back further in his chair. He unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. It was only partially hard, but it was still enormous. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it.

  “This is what you want? This is the cock you’ve dreamed of being the very first inside you? This is what you want to stretch and fill up that virgin pussy of yours? Well, you’re going to have to work for it, like the filthy slut that you are.”

  I looked up at Drake’s face and he was smiling. His hand moved up and down his, now hard, cock and he was smiling. I couldn’t even breathe. I had no idea what he was going to do. This was everything I’d ever wanted—everything I’d ever dreamed about—and it was happening right now.

  “Take off your clothes and come stand in front of me.”

  I did as I was told and when I stood in front of Drake my whole body started to quiver.

  “Lay down across my lap.”

  I crawled up onto the chair and across Drake’s lap. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against the side of my stomach, then one of his hands on my bare ass cheeks.

  “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, bringing his hand down lightly and giving me what would be considered a love tap. After a moment and no answer, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back so that I was looking at the ceiling. “Is this what you wanted, Ashley? Don’t make me ask you again.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to spank me harder.” I felt the color rush to my cheeks again. Not only was he making me tell him that I wanted to be spanked, he was forcing me tell him that I wanted him to spank me harder. It was humiliating, but that humiliation translated into tingles that pulsated in between my legs, sending my juices flowing down my thighs.

  I felt his hand come down on my ass again, a little harder this time but still not as hard as I’d imagined.

  “Like this?” he asked, his hand still curled around a fistful of my hair.

  “Harder,” I replied.

  “Please.”

  “Harder, please,” I said with a quiver in my voice. He sounded like he was enjoying himself, and when I thought back about the look on his face in the pictures and what I saw through the window, I knew he was. He loved this.

  His hand came down on my ass harder this time, and I felt the sting spread to my pussy. I could also feel Drake’s cock getting harder as it brushed against my stomach. “Was that hard enough for you? Or would you like more?”

  “More, please.” It was humiliating asking to be spanked like this. But somehow, each time he asked me to tell him what I wanted, I could feel my pussy getting more and more wet, until my juices were not just dripping down my thighs, streams of my desire
were pooling up underneath me.

  Drake released my hair and moved his left hand so that it was gripping my waist, then with his right hand he leveled several hard blows right on the same ass cheek, causing me to squirm and yell out in pain. My hands flew back to cover my ass in a total reflexive reaction and Drake caught both of them in one of his.

  “That,” he almost yelled. “Will cost you, young lady. I never want to see you covering your ass in front of me again. Is that understood?”

  I said yes and he dropped my hands. I let them fall to my sides and swore to myself that I wouldn’t move them again. My body jumped when I felt both of his hands on me again, but this time he was spreading me apart. I felt Drake’s fingers slide up and down the slippery surface of my pussy, gliding over my clit and spreading my juices up to my asshole.

  “You are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he said with a wicked laugh.

  My Little Sweet Pea (Drake)

  It almost makes me laugh now, how differently I’d pictured the moment when my cock slid into Ashley’s tight, virgin pussy. Us together in my bed; me on top, being gentle and loving and taking it slow for her. It was almost as if I were the virgin, picturing my own first time.

  But it wasn’t mine, it was Ashley’s. The first time she was going to have a man’s cock penetrate her—push up inside of her and invade her. The first time she was going to feel the fullness from another human being taking over that sacred space and making it his. The first time she would lock eyes with another soul while the most intimate moment possible was taking place. And I was going to be the one to do it for her—fill up her pussy and open up her soul. It was going to be my eyes she would be staring into when she was overcome with the rush of hormones and was riding the wave of intense emotions.

  At first, I wasn’t sure if this was the right time and place, but once we got started in the sitting room on that chair, neither one of us could stop. There were no soft sheets or gentle movements. Ashley’s ass was red from the spankings and her pussy was glistening with her desire for me, and both of those things made it near impossible for either one of us to take things slow.

  After I finger fucked her for a while, her body twisting and writhing on top of my cock, I was surprised to watch her practically jump up off my lap. She didn’t though. She was an exemplary submissive and asked permission first. And even though it was obviously an afterthought, I let it slide. This time.

  “Please, Sir. Will you please fuck me now? I want to feel your cock inside me so badly.”

  Now, tell me. How could I possibly say no when she asked me so politely, and with such need in her voice? I told her to stand up and I removed my pants and shirt, then settled back into the chair, my cock sticking straight up in the air, just waiting for her. I was going to enjoy watching her slide that tight, little pussy of hers down my massive rod.

  I watched her lithe body climb back up onto the chair and I felt the soft skin of her thighs slide down mine until she was straddling me. She couldn’t take her eyes off of my cock and that just about drove me insane. Every time her eyes drifted down to my exposed member, it was almost as if I had to snap her out of a trance, and this time was no different. She took my cock in her hand and examined it like she had no idea how she would be able to mount it or fit it inside her. It was beautiful to watch.

  I was thrilled to have her taking control. Usually I wanted, no I needed, to be in control. But this time I wanted her to have the experience her way. And if taking control was what she wanted, and needed, then I wasn’t going to stop her.

  I decided to give her a bit of a hand, though—to help her tackle this mountain in front of her.

  I gripped her around the waist with my hands and picked her up, then moved her body over the head of my cock. I paused while I felt her slide the head back and forth along the length of her pussy. She may have technically been a virgin, but she knew exactly what she was doing. She made sure I was covered in her juices so that I would slide right in, then she positioned me at her opening.

  “Look at me, Ashley,” I said, feeling the tension of her tight hole against the head of my cock. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

  Those two blue pools appeared in front of me and I couldn’t wait another second. I pushed down on her hips so that the thick flare of my cock head inched its way inside. I kept my eyes on her face. I wasn’t going to miss a moment of this.

  At first, Ashley’s lips were slightly parted, but with each inch she slid down, the wider the gap became, until her lips made a perfect o from which a high-pitched moan escaped. Her eyes grew wide, even though she looked as if she might close them at any moment. But she didn’t. She kept her eyes open and she kept them on me.

  The most amazing changes took place in those eyes of hers. One moment she looked scared, as if she couldn’t take any more. Then, the next moment her eyes took on a look of pleasure that ran so deep it made my cock ache.

  As she slid further down, completely on her own now, and using the strength in her legs to lower herself, she started to smile, just a little. Her mouth was still open, but the corners curled up and the sparkle in her eyes dazzled me. She continued to look into my eyes while she pumped herself up and down, easing herself just a bit further every time she came down.

  When my entire cock was finally inside her she threw her head back and yelled out. “Oh God!” she screamed. “Oh God, Drake! You feel amazing!”

  I cupped her breasts in my hands and watched as my cock appeared, then disappeared inside her over and over again. It was astounding to me that her tiny body could take all of me, but she did. She used every muscle in her legs to push herself up, then would let herself fall back down, making a slapping noise each time.

  I knew she was coming when she moved her head forward and opened her eyes. They were incredible. Almost overflowing with ecstasy and adoration. And they were looking right into mine. I almost came at least ten times while she was bouncing up and down on my cock, but there was no way I was going to come before her. Not now.

  So I waited. I watched her beautiful face and I waited until that moment when I could see the pleasure build in her eyes and lips. When her body started to convulse on top of me and the muscles in her vagina gripped my cock like a fist—that was when I let myself go. I gripped her hips hard and slammed her down onto my cock a few times, then when she threw her body forward and wrapped her hands around the back of my head, I came.

  Her pussy was still contracting around my cock when I felt the first spurt leave my body. I let out a loud groan and pushed her down even further, my animal instincts taking over and trying to shoot my seed as far inside of her as I could.

  Ashley took all of me inside her, grinding her clit on me while her muscles continued to spasm around my cock. The deep moans emanating from her throat filled my body, sending more energy pulsating to my cock and more streams shooting out of me. It felt like the orgasm went on for a full minute, and when Ashley finally collapsed on top of me, I was spent.

  After a long moment, I felt Ashley’s fingers push through my hair as her hands curled around and embraced my entire head. I had never experienced anything quite so intimate in my life. I was still inside her but felt like she wanted more of me—that she wanted to surround me with every part of her body.

  “Who’s that?” Ashley asked when the doorbell rang.

  “I have no idea. But whoever it is can wait. I’m not interested.” I smiled at Ashley’s sleepy eyes and messy sex hair. “You look gorgeous.”

  “So do you,” she said, bringing her lips to mine and giving me soft, slow kisses that sent a wave of bliss throughout my body.

  “What the hell?” Whoever it was had rung the doorbell three times and was on my last nerve. “I’m going to go see who it is. I’ll be right back, sweet pea.” I kissed Ashley’s forehead and lifted her off of my lap.

  “I like that.”

  “What?” I asked while I pulled my pants on.

  “Sweet pea.” Ashely’s face turned pink bu
t her smile was beaming.

  “You are a sweet pea,” I said as I brushed her cheek with my hand. “You’re my little sweet pea.”

  Can’t Go Back (Ashley)

  “You need to get back to your room. Now,” Drake said in a whisper, but the tone was beyond serious. “Here, take your clothes, and don’t make a sound.” I grabbed my clothes out of Drake’s hand and ran naked to the hall that led to the room I had been staying in. I turned around once to see Drake throwing his shirt on and buttoning it up as he stalked back to the front door.

  I was petrified. I didn’t know if it was someone from the school, or maybe even Drake’s wife. But that would be silly of her to ring the doorbell. I felt like I had just been caught after hours in one of the boy’s dorm rooms. Like Drake and I were children sneaking around. I slipped inside the room and shut the door and waited there for what felt like forever, but really only amounted to a few minutes. I figured I might as well get dressed, but I didn’t do anything else, so I could make sure I didn’t make a sound.

  As I sat in the overstuffed chair in the sitting area of my room, I played what had just happened over in my head. The way Drake’s cock felt inside me and the look on his face as I took him in. His eyes were like black diamonds, glistening with pin points of brilliant light as his intense gaze penetrated my soul. I couldn’t have even imagined losing my virginity any other way. The spankings and the way Drake made me tell him what I wanted. It was all so intoxicating, and absolutely perfect.

  After about a half hour Drake came into the room. He was as white as a ghost.

  “What happened? Who was that?”

  “It was Samantha’s father, the president of the college. He wanted to talk to me about you.”

  “About me? What about me?”

  “Somehow word got to him that the police found me at your dorm room yesterday. He wanted to know why I was in your room. He’s furious.” Drake was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair and clenching his fists. I didn’t know what to say. “He wanted to know if there was anything going on between us. He seemed convinced that there was, even though there’s no reason for him to jump to that conclusion. He never has liked me, though, so it could just be that general feeling of disgust that I always get from him. He also told me that he thinks it would be best if Samantha came home right now.”