But she loves it. Carrie’s mewling and writhing in my grasp, kissing me back, opening her mouth to let my tongue sweep inside.
“Oh,” she gasps again, those huge tits soft and plush against the hard wall of my chest. “Oh god.”
But then she straightens, eyes dazed but determined, hands pushed against the hard wall of my torso.
“Mason,” she says softly. “I’m not on birth control, not yet.”
Shit. Fuck shit fuck. That’s right, she told me she was going to the doctor next week. Shit shit shit! What do I do now?
But fortunately, I’m a man of imagination. Because there’s a ton you can do without spurting into a creamy pussy, much as I’d like to. There are ways to make her feel good and to get yourself off, even when the female’s not on birth control.
So I decide to make it happen.
“No worries, sweetheart. We’ll take precautions another way.”
Her eyes flare, but she nods silently. Good. The girl trusts me.
And slowly, I help her out of that tight, clingy dress, watching with growing lust as her curves appear. Because my sweet baby isn’t wearing anything underneath. Oh yeah, the little slut didn’t bother to put on panties or a bra on our first date, and shit, but that ripeness is ready.
“Fuck,” comes my low grunt. “Fuck you’re beautiful, honey.”
And in a flash, I’m kneeling before the woman, my mouth hot against that soft cunt.
“Spread,” is my raspy command. “Spread ‘em sweetheart, let me taste.”
And she does as asked. Carrie moans a little, her hands gently cupping her breasts, and parts her thighs a bit to reveal that pink slit in between. Oh god, she’s beautiful, the flesh puffy and engorged, her clit so stiff it pokes out from between her nether lips. And slowly, sensuously, I trail my tongue up that sweetness.
“Unnnh!” she moans, eyes falling closed, head tilting back with delight. “Oh god, oh god!”
“That’s right,” I grind out. “That’s right, and there’s more where this came from.”
Because shit, all I did was taste her exterior. I ran my tongue up and down those outer folds, and it’s the insides I want to get at. So with two big fingers, I reach up and part those swollen pussy lips. Oh fuck, she’s gorgeous. The flesh within is almost a ruby red, glistening wetly, throbbing with need. Shit, she’s amazing, and I duck my head for another taste.
“Ohhh!” Carrie squeals then. “Oh god!”
But my tongue won’t stop, it can’t be stopped. She’s delicious within, her nectar gushing heavily, that clit so large and stiff it’s like a mini-dick. And I take it all. I lap up her left wall, sampling the sugar, before coming down the right, and then biting slightly at that hard nub. Aw fuck, she’s good.
But there’s more.
“Sweetheart,” I say. “I’m gonna slip my tongue up here okay? I wanna see just how deep I can go.”
Her eyes fly open, the caramel pools dazed.
“What?” comes her breathless cry. “What? Oh, unnh!”
Because it’s too late. I’ve formed my tongue into a point and holding her folds open, slip it right up that sweet vaginal channel. Aw fuck, this is the place to be. She’s gushing all over my mouth, cream running wetly down my throat. And those walls, shit those walls. They pulse around my tongue, gripping the intruder tight.
But then something happens that makes me jerk. Because my tongue bumps up against a rubbery and insistent barrier, soft yet tensile. Eyes flying open, a low grunt escapes my throat.
Shit, no.
How can this be possible?
We met on a sugar daddy site for crying out loud.
HOLY FUCK!
But it’s true. Carrie’s innocent, but just how innocent I didn’t realize. Because the girl’s intact. A virgin. A never-touched, never-breached virgin with her hymen still in one piece deep inside.
Fuck me.
Fuck my life.
The girl’s trembling then, eyes wide as she stares downwards, meeting my gaze.
“Mason, I’m so sorry,” is her breathy cry. “I meant to tell you, I swear.”
I sit back on my heels, astounded. Does she think this is a bad thing? But evidently so because she mewls again, her look pleading.
“Please Mason,” she begs once more. “Please don’t be angry. I was going to tell you, but it felt so good and I got carried away and …”
My lips tease her cunt then, making the girl gasp and moan, writhing against my mouth.
“Oh!” she screams. “Oh oh oh!”
Because this time, I’m going for it. I have to own this twat, it’s mine to take and possess, and her innocence is the best gift of all.
“I’m not angry,” I rasp between deep licks at that honey hole. “Not angry at all,” is my reply, tongue worming its way once more to graze against that barrier. It’s real, it’s really there, and my head is light with astonishment and gratitude. Holy shit, Carrie is the real thing and I can’t believe my luck.
“Not angry at all,” I continue, growling now, tracing my tongue over that hymen again and again, licking it, tasting it, savoring the sensation. Because it’s not gonna be there long. I said I wasn’t gonna do vaginal, we weren’t gonna do anything unprotected, but promises are made to be broken. Because how often are you presented with steamy, fresh cunt? The kind that’s never been used before? Yeah, exactly.
And after a few more swipes at her puss, a couple more deep licks at that hymen, I jerk upright, standing to face her.
“Sweetheart,” is my rasp, hands fumbling desperately at my zip. “I have to be in you. Now. Right now.”
And mutely, Carrie nods, eyes wide, tits big and heaving heavily. Like she can read my mind, the girl turns, bracing her hands on a nearby couch, and bends over, lifting that big ass in the air.
“Then take it Mason,” is her breathless entreaty, brown eyes meeting mine over a sweetly curved shoulder. “Take me Mason, I’m yours.”
And like an enraged animal, I do it. There’s no way to slow things down, no way to stop the barreling train. I point my dicktip right at that honey hole, ten inches stiff as fuck, heavy like a weapon.
“Sweetheart,” I rasp, desperate to be in her. “This is gonna hurt a little, but I promise, it’ll feel good afterwards. Just stay with me, okay?”
She mewls slightly, turning to look with wide eyes over her shoulder once more.
“Yes Mason,” comes that breathy voice, slit dripping hotly. “Yes, I trust you.”
And with that, the penetration begins. Oh fuck! She’s so tiny. That little hole resists at first, even though she’s slick as fuck. But slowly, it happens. My cock spreads her labia, making entrance, slowly tunneling up that hot vaginal chamber, the girl shaking as her pussy juices violently.
“Unnnh!” is Carrie’s surprised cry, throwing her head back, big ass trembling. “Oh!”
“Still,” I soothe, although my balls are already high and tight, ready to spurt. “Hold still, pretty girl, it’s coming.”
Because fuck, the sight of my dick halfway up her vag is incredible. Those butt cheeks are giant and white, the moons spread to reveal that pink slit. Except it’s not a slit anymore. Oh no, those puffy lips have a fat cock stuffed in between, her labia grabbing me tight, stretched so hard.
“Unnh!” she cries again. “It hurts! Oh god, oh god!”
And I soothe her once more, not moving for a moment.
“I know sweet thing. I’m big and you’re small, but trust me, your pussy can stretch. It can do it, that sweet cunt’s elastic.”
And she mewls again, head dropping heavily between her shoulders, big boobies swinging like pendulums down below.
“Then yes, Mason,” she gasps. “Do it now.”
Aw fuck. She means I should break her hymen. I should lurch forwards and break that sweet barrier once and for all, making her into a woman of the world. And I want to, for sure. But at the worst moment, my conscience speaks.
Stop, it whispers. Carrie didn’t sign u
p for this. She doesn’t know what she’s getting into, the girl’s too young.
And I groan internally. Because it’s true. A female can say yes, she can sign her name at the bottom of a contract, and swear up and down that she understands every word. But when they’re teens, it doesn’t mean anything. They don’t get it because they don’t have any experience to gage what’s really going on.
So shit, where does that leave me? Was I gonna pull out now? Was I gonna pull my stiff dick out of the juiciest twat it’s ever been in? Was I gonna let this sweet virgin walk free, her insides still whole, heart unbroken?
And I think I was. I think I was really going to withdraw. I’d give Carrie the money, the clothes, the groceries, whatever she needed. Because the innocent girl doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve to get involved with a man twice her age, with no morals and no scruples whatsoever. I’d use that juicy cunt until she was dry, and then spit it all out at the end.
But the decision wasn’t mine. Because during that pause, Carrie took things into her own hands. I’d underestimated how aroused she was, how desperately the sassy female wanted dick. And with me already halfway inside, Carrie did the rest. That’s right, the brunette took a deep breath and pushed her hips backwards with a sharp thrust, fucking herself onto my fat cock.
“Ahhhhh!” is her heartfelt cry, eyes closed, pussy drilled so good. “Oh god!”
And aw shit, but it’s amazing. My rod punches through that barrier in one swift thrust, and then bingo! I’m in all the way. Balls to the wall, nothing between me and that juicing flesh.
“Shhh,” I croon softly, running one big hand up and down the sinuous S of her back, like I’m soothing an excited filly. “Shhh, shhh, good girl.”
Carrie moans again, head dropping, trembling like a doe. Because the girl was taking a ten-incher deep, that sweet vag violated for the first time. So who wouldn’t be afraid? Who wouldn’t wonder if life was over, if the world was ending?
But then I pull back, and the sensuous slide makes her eyes fly open, a shuddering inhale coursing through her lungs.
“Oh god Mason,” she gasps, gripping the couch arm tight, knuckles white. “Oh god.”
Because this is the start of our loving. Oh yeah, I’ve broken her hymen, or more accurately, she broke it herself. But now comes the good part. Now I was gonna own that pussy until it creamed all over my rod, making her shiver and shake on the road to Heaven.
“That’s right,” I pant against her neck once more, the warm air so hot, so intimate. “That’s right, this pussy is getting fucked.”
And just like that, we begin a rhythm. Me, deep inside, her cunt welcoming the intrusion. And then back out, her pussy lips gripping like they never want to let go. And then a slow thrust again, spreading her folds once more, owning it all, juicy and wet.
“Yes,” she mewls, eyes squeezed shut, tasting her first dick and loving it. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And I growl low in my throat, running my lips against the back of her neck. “I knew you’d love it. I knew my little slut was gonna love it, you have such a slutty cunt.”
The words do it. Because suddenly, we’re fucking in a frenzy, the girl like a whore gone wild, me like a piston with an overcharged battery. Dick into slippery, swollen cunt, again, again, and again. And then I burst. Yeah, like a teenage boy on his first time, I let go, showering her vaginal channel with sperm.
“FUCK!” comes my roar, clasping that curvy body tight as I pulse and spray, blast after blast of hot goop painting the insides of her pussy white. “Fuck!”
And the little girl is no better. Eyes squeezed shut, she comes like an earthquake then, her entire form quaking and quivering in my arms.
“Unnnh!” is that delicious cry. “Unnh, oh god!”
Because Carrie’s pussy is tasty, real tasty. And her vag walls slam down on me, spasming and pulsing, milking my dong like it’s the best lollipop ever.
“Oh!” the girl screams. “Oh oh oh!”
Fuck, but those cries just make me come all over again. I pulse and spurt like a firehose, blasting quarts of hot goop into that twat, filling the girl full of baby batter.
“Aw shit shit shit,” is my raspy chant as the semen pours in rivers. “Shit.”
And finally, it’s over. I’m still stuck deep inside her heat, pussy shivering with aftershocks, squeezing my fuckrod with small pulses.
“Wasn’t that good?” I rasp into her ear, lightly squeezing a big breast below. “Wasn’t that good, little girl?”
I half-expect her to cry, or to breakdown about something or other. After all, virgins are emotional, right? A big life milestone just passed, and they’re supposed to be all jumpy and twitchy, skittish like a mare.
But my little virgin isn’t like that at all. As her pussy pulses one last time, she turns her head and kisses me, lips so sweet.
“It was better than good, Mason,” comes those soft, panted words. “It was amazing,” she pauses for a moment, biting those bee-stung lips. “Mr. Channing, can we do it again?”
And immediately, I get hard. Without even pulling out, my cock stiffens in that juicy vag, ready to play once more. Because shit, this is the right girl for me. A mixture of sluttiness and innocence, absolutely perfect in every which way.
And I’m not questioning it. I’m a man who takes, a billionaire who gets what he wants all the time. And more than anything, I want this girl, right here, right now, sugar baby or not. The brunette is mine … and it’s time to teach her a lesson.
CHAPTER SIX
Carrie
“That was incredible,” I sigh in exhaustion. My body is sore and I feel out of breath, but in a good way.
“You’re incredible,” Mason smiles at me in a friendly manner, almost tender. I’m seeing a part of him that’s unexpected, the big man warm, even caring.
We lie there in silence for a while before I excuse myself to use the restroom. But the bathroom takes me by surprise, even though it shouldn’t. It’s as big as my entire apartment, grey and white marble everywhere, with a shower and a giant white tub. At my place, you can barely squeeze into the stall, worming around the console first.
As the water heats, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Am I different? Can you tell I’m not a virgin anymore? Big brown eyes stare back, curly hair a tumbling mess.
In a way, I’m the same. It’s the same me, for sure, shy and biting my lip.
But I’m also different. There’s a sated quality now, a dreamy look in my eyes even as my pussy pulses once again. Because I gave that to Mason. I let him use my body, and oh god, but it was good.
Stepping into the shower, I let the hot water beat down on my form. Mmm, feels nice. And as I reach for the soap, something happens then. A flood of cum runs out between my legs, and I halt, arm poised in mid-air. Because oh god! He came in me, and I’m not on anything. No pill, no IUD, no condom. Oh god, oh god.
Slowly, my fingers run down to test the wetness between my thighs. It’s gloopy and hot still, his sperm so virile. And to tell the truth, it feels good seeping out of my pussy. Like it belongs there. Like it should happen again.
But straightening resolutely, I shake my shoulders. Mason and I have to talk. Birth control is both parties’ responsibility, and he promised me that we’d be careful. There has to be some way to work this out.
So I begin sudsing my hair, trying to work out the knots. Why is even my head tingly, my neck so achy? It’s like Mason’s wrung me out, using my body every which way.
And betrayingly, the sperm starts seeping again. Oh god, oh god! It feels good and I lift my leg then, letting it gush from my folds in a heavy flow. It’s so nasty and yet so right, the white rivulets trailing down my thigh. I stare, the wonderment of being a woman new and exciting, impossible to completely absorb in such a short time.
But I can’t stay here forever. So with quick fingers, the goop’s sprayed off, and I watch wide-eyed as it swirls down the drain. Jerking the spout closed, my clothes practically jump ont
o my limbs. Because the last thing I need is to look immature, like casual sexual experiences are new. Mason is older, more mature and successful, and it’s important to be sophisticated and blasé, a woman of the world.
“Everything alright?” Mason’s deep voice shocks me upon exit. But he doesn’t even look up from the small desk beneath the large window overlooking the city. It’s the most incredible view I’ve ever seen, and my eyes momentarily widen at the sparkling lights.
But he doesn’t notice. The billionaire’s scribbling away on a small sheet of paper as I stand there, feet planted, lost in the moment. My mind races between enjoying the present – in this beautiful apartment with a breathtaking view – while also looking forward to the future, and what he’ll do to me.
“So here’s this,” Mason again startles me, this time with his hand extended, a small white square fluttering between his fingers.
“Oh,” is all I can manage as I take the check, glancing at the amount. Five thousand dollars? I’ve never seen this much money in my life. And yet Mr. Channing casually handed it to me like it’s nothing.
“Would you like to stay longer? Or do you want me to call a cab for you?” he asks coolly. My heart drops, bones melting a bit.
Because of course. I’m supposed to leave after these interactions. And yet here I am, lingering, taking long showers and having pretend conversations with myself in the bathroom. Meanwhile, the billionaire’s impatiently waiting for me to get gone, money in hand. Idiotically, I stammer for words.
“Oh, right. Um, a cab, please.”
Mason nods imperceptibly.
“I’ll call downstairs then.”
And while he’s on the phone, my gaze rips around the room as I grab my purse from the counter and step into stiletto heels. They’re wobbly and impossibly high, but the extra inches give me confidence, even if it’s only fleeting.
Turning to the billionaire, I flash what I hope is a sunny smile.
“I can get downstairs by myself,” are my assured words. “No worries, I’ll show myself out.”
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