Filthy Cam Girl: A Captive Virgin Romance

by JB Duvane

  I had a sixth sense for untouched pussy and innocence that was desperate to be sullied. To be honest, I wanted her either way, but the thought of my cock being the first one inside her—ripping her little cherry to shreds—had me going wild. It wasn’t just desire now, I fucking needed to rip her apart.

  "I think it is my business if we are going to have a doctor/patient relationship. If I am going to be able to help you at all, you have to let me in, Emily.” I replied, using my best psychiatrist tone with her.

  "What about if we were to have a different kind of relationship? Then would it still be your business?" she responded, looking up at me with big eyes. This was obviously all a game to her, and my heart was pounding right along with her through every twist and turn that our discussion took.

  "Then it would most certainly be my business," I said sternly, without missing a beat. I looked her dead in the eye, letting my darkness bore into her, and letting her know in no uncertain terms who was in control here. Who would always be in control. Her cheeks visibly flushed when she noticed me staring at her and I openly ogled her tits for a moment, letting her see me stare, then raised my eyes back to meet hers. She should know that I was going to take what was mine, and that her games had consequences.

  She looked down at her hands, seeming to lose some of her confidence, and nearly whispered, "No, then, I haven't." She looked down at the floor, suddenly being bashful, and I couldn't tell whether this was a part of her act, or not. She looked like nothing but a scared little girl to me.

  After unsuccessfully trying to pry information about my own love life out of me, she started biting her nails and I knew that scared little girl I saw a minute ago wasn’t an act. It was a habit of hers I’d seen before, and her obvious nervousness made her even sexier. This newly formed woman, sitting in my office chair flashing me her pussy and pointing her nipples at me had now reverted back to a nail-biting little girl. I couldn’t have wanted her more.

  I leaned across my desk and grabbed her wrist firmly, its dainty size and smoothness feeling absolutely perfect under my firm grasp. I wanted to grab the other one and hold them both above her head while I fucked her senseless.

  She looked up with a start, but kept her eyes on her hand as I pulled it away from her mouth. She was so close I could smell her fruity lip gloss. I wanted to suck those pouty lips into my mouth and lick every last bit off of them. We both paused for just a beat, my strong hand wrapped firmly around her thin, delicate wrist. I let her feel the power that was present in this simple, seemingly non-sexual act of dominance, that made my desire for her soar.

  She let out an audible gasp and her eyes rose to meet mine. “Don’t bite your nails. Your hands are far too beautiful to be chewed on,” I said to her in a deep voice that had taken on an air of sensuality. I didn't sound like a doctor any longer, I sounded like a man who was about to explode all over a set of perfect pink lips. I slowly brought her hand to my lips and wrapped my lips around her finger, looking into her eyes as I did.

  My movements were slow and measured, but I had to hold myself back from jumping across the desk, my cock was aching so badly. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. I needed to own her.

  I released her hand and watched her cheeks flush as she looked down. She brought her hands up to her breasts and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her dress, revealing a dangerous amount of cleavage. Her nipples were still covered but everything down the center of her chest was visible. I watched her with interest.

  “Do you think I'm beautiful, Dr. Max?" she asked, her voice taking on a sultry tone of its own, one that I didn't even know she was capable of.

  I let out a low chuckle, leaning back in my chair now, repositioning myself and cocking my head to the side. I waited a moment before speaking, somehow forcing myself to say the words. "I think you should button your shirt, Emily."

  She smiled her sweet, sexy little smile. "It's a little hot in here, don’t you think? This feels much better.”

  She undid another button, and her nipples threatened to pop out entirely. Her light pink areola teased my vision ever so slightly, and I let out a deep sigh.

  "As you wish. Now, where were we?" I said, trying to ignore the distraction. I would show her that I wasn't a man to be toyed with. I would fuck her when I said it was time, and the build up was assuring that it was going to be spectacular.

  "You were asking if I was a virgin, and I was telling you that yes, I am. But I’m ready to not be, Max. I'm a lonely woman in a big, empty house."

  "That's not exactly what I asked," I started, but she cut me off.

  “It's what you wanted to know, though,” she retorted. Her bratty side was only egging me on.

  She scooted forward and leaned toward me over the desk. "You told me yourself, if I needed anything at all, that you'd be happy to help me."

  "I think we should wrap things up for the day. Why don’t you come back and see me again next week, and we can start over?” I said evenly, avoiding eye contact.

  Emily huffed, and looked at me sternly. I sincerely hoped she wasn’t gong to throw a tantrum in here. I wanted her to wait until she was tied to my bedposts. Then she could huff and puff all she wanted, and I would spank the fuck out of her until she screamed.

  She licked her lips, not rising from her chair, and undid another button of her top, her eyes locked on mine.

  "Still want me to go?" She asked innocently, as she shrugged out of her blouse. The sheer fabric slipped down her arms and revealed her perfectly round breasts with nipples so erect that I wanted to bite them off.

  “That’s enough, Emily.” I stood, walking around to the other side of my desk where she sat topless before me, her untouched breasts begging for my attention, her pussy undoubtedly leaking all over my office chair—the very same one that her mother had occupied many times before.

  When I rounded my desk, she was immediately made aware of the imposing tent in my expensive trousers. My manhood strained at the fabric, and when I stopped next to her, my cock was parked at her eye level. I did nothing to cover myself, instead letting her gaze on my massive cock. I wanted her see the magnitude of what she was playing with.

  Her eyes widened as she stared at my erection, her lips parted slightly. She looked like a deer in headlights now, unsure what to do with herself.

  I grabbed her by the wrist again, gently but powerfully, just as I had before when I had chastised her for her childish habit. I guided her hand to my crotch and she opened her palm as I placed it squarely on my rock hard cock.

  "Feel that, little girl?" I growled at her. My professional demeanor was gone, and had been replaced by the animal lust that this girl had initiated and magnified in me until it threatened to take over every ounce of decorum I possessed. I could barely breathe with her shaking hand cupping my throbbing member through my pants. I felt the intensity pour out of me as my eyes seared into hers. She trembled and nodded, letting out a little squeak that made my cock buck under her touch.

  "Do you really think you can take all of that?" I moved her hand up and down my cock. She licked her lips, letting her teeth catch on the lower one, then she looked up at me with hungry eyes.

  "Yes", she whispered, her voice an octave lower than it had been a minute ago.

  “Is that what you want? There’s no turning back if you say yes.” Her eyes were almost terrified now. Filled with a desperation that spelled out just how much she wanted my cock inside her.

  “Yes.”

  "Yes, please," I corrected her sternly, rubbing my bulge, still clothed in my trousers, against her pale, soft cheek.

  “Yes, please.” Her eyes were begging for me to fill her, but she wasn't getting it today—not yet. Although it took everything I had to not bend her over right there in my office, I held back. Now was not the time.

  I pulled her out of her chair and grabbed her ass, holding her body against mine. I cupped her face in my hands and intertwined my fingers in her long, beautiful hair. Then I pulled her fa
ce in, almost kissing those plump lips of hers, but instead I hovered over her. My lips were so close to hers I could feel the heat pouring off of her in waves. I stayed there for a long moment, keeping her in my spell while her body squirmed against me, crying out for my cock. I pulled her head back and buried my mouth in her neck, licking and sucking it with a force that was merely a preview of what I would be doing to her virgin pussy before long.

  I heard a soft moan escape from her throat as she continued to grind against me, tentatively at first, but with a growing fervor. Her bare tits were pressed against my chest, but I made sure not to touch them with my hands. I wanted her little pussy to ache for me, to be screaming for my touch by the time I finally gave her what she wanted.

  I backed away from her, and held her at the waist in front of me. "Make an appointment with the receptionist to come back to me on Wednesday." I said.

  She nodded, her blond hair tousled in the back. I crossed the room to pick up her purse and hand it to her while she buttoned her dress. She silently took her purse from my hand, then looked up at me, a fire blazing in her eyes. She looked like she was about to say something, but didn't. I opened the door for her slowly. "Don't forget, Wednesday,” I said in a low voice into her ear as she passed me.

  Second Appointment (Emily)

  On my second visit to Max’s office I confidently strode past the receptionist and down the hall. When I passed her desk, she tried to stop me, but I waved her off. She knew who I was. I saw that look she gave me as I entered the reception area. She practically rolled her eyes when I walked toward her, and I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of treating me like a little girl. I had an appointment and I had business with Max.

  I had sprayed on my most alluring perfume and was dressed in a tight black dress and strappy heels. I looked like I should be going to a cocktail party instead of to an appointment with my psychiatrist, but we both knew he was more than that. He had played hard to get last time, but those last few minutes in his office took my breath away. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him and I was going to break him down today. I knew he could only last so long before he let me wrap my lips around that massive cock of his.

  The corner of the manila folder that contained the deeds to my mother’s—well, to my—property peeked out from the top of my purse. I was more than happy to have Max take over all of the details of my property for me. It was a pain in the ass and I had no interest in real estate. Besides, having Max take over tied us together. If I didn’t find another place to live and the house sold, I wouldn’t have anywhere to go other than a hotel. There’s no way he would turn me away, especially if I looked up at him with my glossy lips slightly parted, like I did when he put my hand over his hard cock. He wanted to slip his cock in that space just as much as I wanted it there, there was no denying that. I knew there was no way he’d be able to say no to me.

  Today I was going for a different approach—no more timid little girl. I had dressed for the occasion, and I was done playing games. Well, sort of.

  His door was open when I approached, and so I walked right in, leaning against the doorframe for just a moment, showcasing myself.

  "Emily. Right on time. Lovely to see you, as always." Max greeted me, slowly looking me up and down with interest. "You do look exquisite today, if you don't mind me saying so.” He smiled as he smoothed down his tie.

  Dear god, he was beyond sexy.

  I closed the door behind me without him asking. We were going to need our privacy, I had already decided that much. "Thank you, Max." I smiled demurely.

  "Please, make yourself comfortable." Max motioned for me to sit across from him. His eyes were boring into me, searing my flesh. I wanted to strip off the tight fabric and just ride him right then and there. I wanted to feel the tingling of my bare flesh as I slid my stomach down his chest—his lips kissing their way down the cavern in between my breasts—as I sat right down on that fat cock of his.

  I waited a beat before I entered the room. My head was still swimming from the image of us fucking on the chair behind his desk.

  “I’ve been looking forward to finding out how things have been going for you since your last visit. If there’s anything that’s been on your mind that you’d like to discuss.”

  Instead of sitting, I slid the folder from my purse and held it up. "Actually, there are a lot of things that have been on my mind since our last visit, but I was hoping we could get the formalities of the paperwork out of the way first. I brought the property deeds."

  "Of course, Emily. Bring everything here and we’ll take a look at what needs to be signed. I don't see why we can't get this sorted out today."

  "Perfect." I said sweetly.

  I stood across from him and placed the folder on the desk, slowly opening it and carefully removing the papers. From where I stood, I could smell his cologne, and it made me want to eat him alive. I could practically feel the heat coming from his body as he watched every move I made. I gestured to the line at the bottom where he would need to sign, then giggled and made a show of how silly I was to give him the forms upside down. I used that as an excuse to move around to his side of the desk.

  "Thanks again for taking on such a burden for me, Max. You don't know how much this means to me, what a weight off my shoulders this is." I purred, sidling up beside him, so close that our arms were touching. His body felt electric, even from where I was standing. I couldn’t even imagine how amazing it would feel to be pressed up against him—both of us naked and lost in the moment. I couldn’t get my mind off of how incredible it would feel to be taken by him. "I feel like I don't have anybody in the world left except for you." I tried to sound sad, but not too pitiful. I wanted his sympathy: a comforting touch, a hand on my arm, my thigh, anything to get back to where we had left things off last week.

  I leaned over, pushing my breasts together and making sure he was aware my cleavage. Max let his eyes slowly drift over me, not even bothering to conceal the fact that he was staring at my breasts, which were so close to his face that a movement of a few inches would allow him to take my hardened nipple into his gorgeous mouth. The thought of this alone made my buddy buzz with electricity.

  I smiled down at him when he finally tore his eyes from my breasts, letting him know that I caught him looking. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed, so I decided to take things a step further, slithering into his lap as I brought the papers in front of us.

  He seemed surprised by this bold gesture, but I felt the tell-tale hardness under my thigh. Softly grinding into it, acknowledging his arousal, I said sweetly, “I had my mother’s lawyer draw these up. There are sticky notes posted where you need to sign. Right here," I said as I flipped the page. “And I think a few more here."

  He trailed his warm hand up my arm softly, and almost imperceptibly sniffed my skin. I could feel his breathing slightly change with my proximity. He then reached past me for the fountain pen, enclosing me in his arms as he did so. As he leaned forward to sign, he put his face so close to my chest that I could feel his warm breath on the top of my breasts. My pussy was so wet, I was certain he could feel my aroused dampness on his leg. I was going to go crazy if he didn’t fuck me soon. I felt frenzied.

  He signed the paper, the pen sailing smoothly over the signature line. I noticed his handwriting had a dark, smooth quality to it—but forceful and very controlled—just like his personality.

  “I’ll have my lawyer look this over and have everything finalized as soon as possible.”

  “Thank you so much, Max.” I leaned into him, letting the softness of my barely concealed breasts brush his chest.

  He heaved a huge sigh, and said sternly. “Emily, I think you would be more comfortable sitting in that chair."

  I wiggled my ass against his upper thigh, letting his hard cock rub between my cheeks.

  "I'm more than comfortable right here, Dr. Max." I said softly, staring at his lips, noticing the slight stubble on his chin. I couldn’t help but imag
ine how it would feel for that roughness to grind against my softest parts, while his perfect lips were wrapped around my clit.

  The corner of his gorgeous mouth lifted just a little as if he were about to smile, but he didn't. He persisted, lifting me off of his lap. "Now, Emily, I need you to get up and go sit in that chair like you're supposed to. Be a good girl, and do what I say … now." His voice was stern, but the way he told me to be a good girl dripped sexuality.

  I knew he wanted me, but why was he playing with me like this? When he lifted me off of his lap and pointed to the chair I knew he was serious, but I didn’t want to back down. I was desperately in need. I had just signed my house over to him, and he was shooing me away. This was not how I had pictured all of this going, and I certainly wasn't done with him yet.

  I sauntered over to the chair, not taking my eyes from his as I made the journey to the other side of his desk. "As you ordered, doctor." I replied. His eyes followed me as I ran my index finger around the edge of the desk, and stayed on my breasts as I bent forward to sit.

  After I sat back in the chair, I gathered the hem of my tight dress in my fingers and inched it upward. When the fabric reached the tops of my thighs, I kept going until my secret was exposed. I spread my legs, revealing my perfectly shaved pink pussy to him completely. Max's dark eyes widened, and he licked his lips, saying nothing, his eyes glued to my glistening pussy.

  "I'll just make myself comfortable over here, then, so you can get a better view. Is this what you had in mind, Dr. Max?" I asked him.

  I draped one leg over the arm of the chair, then the other, while I leaned back and trailed a finger along my open slit. I let out a soft moan as the pad of my finger brushed over my sensitive nub. I let my eyes close partially as I fingered my wet pussy, letting Max watch. "I need you, Dr. Max," I cooed. "I always have."