I gasp and pant, starting to beg him.
“Please don’t stop, sir,” I say. “Please. I’m so close.”
“You’re so close to what?” he asks, clearly enjoying the torture.
“I’m so close to coming all over your face,” I tell him. “To having the best orgasm of my life.”
“That’s a good little girl. Tell me all the things you’re feeling. Beg me to make you feel even better. I’ll let you cum, but not yet,” says Paul. Looking at him through bleary, happy eyes, I see that he is pulling off his own clothes. First his pants and underwear, followed by his shirt and suit jacket.
Underneath all that eveningwear, I see something I love more than his handsome face and perfect hair: tattoos all over his upper body, and a muscled chest and stomach. He has hard, strong pecs, and six pack abs. He is truly the man of my dreams.
Down from there, it only gets better: his cock is just as big, if not bigger, than what I fantasized. And it’s getting harder by the second.
I’m beginning to wonder if I can take all of it. In my mouth? In my pussy? Where else might he want to put it?
I think about him stretching my pussy open to take me for my very first time. Maybe he’ll want to see if my ass hole can stretch that wide open for his huge cock too. I highly doubt it can, and I hope he won’t be disappointed.
But more than anything I want his mouth back on me. His cock in me. Doing what he wants to me. Taking me for my very first time. And, from the look in his green eyes, not to mention how hard and big his cock is when he’s looking at my naked body just now, I can tell he wants that, too.
Chapter 12 – Paul
Hot damn. My balls throb as I take in all of Mariah. Lying on the bed as she is with her wrists tied to the bed, her breasts and nipples out and ready for the taking, I’m surprised how quickly I’ve gotten stiff.
Just thinking about sucking those cranberry-red nipples has my exposed cock straining to meet her. Dying for a touch of her pubic hair, a taste of her insides. I knew I liked her — I pull my gaze over her belly, waist, hourglass hips and fashion-doll legs and feet — but God damn! I didn’t think I was this into her.
“You’re beautiful, Mariah,” I whisper, feeling the urge to start stroking her everywhere. Down all her curves, and to all her secret, sensitive places. I need to hold back, to remain in control. “Your curves are out of this world.” I fight the husky quality building in my voice. “Worth what I paid for you, and then some,” I add, remembering that I need to show her who’s boss. Who’s in charge.
And I can’t do that, if I start showing signs that she’s getting to me. I can’t lose my control over the situation, or her, I tell myself as I get hit with the full force of her big, innocent doe-eyes. Her long eyelashes batting at me as she studies my tattoos and muscled chest with barely-contained lust.
But God dammit if she doesn’t want to make me lose all control! God, I could just — I don’t finish the thought, I just start painting pictures. Pictures of me licking, biting and sucking every inch of her. Covering her in saliva and bite marks before finally plunging my cock into her sweet and shy lips — I could just eat all of you and then fill you to bursting!
That last thought causes my cock to fill with more blood, reaching its full length and girth. And that’s when I decide I need to untie her and get her busy, before I show how much I’m under her spell.
Just as I can see she thinks I’m about to announce the big moment: the moment I’m going to penetrate her, I move quickly up to her wrists. I work quickly, efficiently, hoping the snapping of my moves says loud and clear, “Don’t even start trying to protect me, woman. You don’t even know what’s behind this mask.” My untying of her seems to work. She watches me, confused.
But she’s obedient, and doesn’t question me.
“Come on,” I say, pulling her into sitting and then off the bed. “You’ve had your fun.” I bring her into kneeling. I guide her down with enough force to come across as serious and not to be talk backed to, but not enough to make her land wrong. Hurt her.
When she looks up at me from her perfect kneeling position, my cock just above her mouth, I say, “It’s time for me to have mine.” I thrust out my hips a bit. “Suck my cock like a good girl, and I might reward you with more than just a taste of him.”
Mariah nods, obediently putting her mouth on me. She surprises me with her eagerness. She’s on my head and sucking it without even a second thought. Most girls would be shyer; might hesitate in front of such a mouthful, but not Mariah. She just gets right to it. Fits her mouth around my head and down my shaft, like her mouth was made to give me blow jobs and nothing else.
Mariah moans and slurps, as she works her head up and down my length. She hums with pleasure and surprise as she gets closer to my base. It must be bigger than she imagined. And this makes me almost blow my load in her. Unleash the vat of cum my balls have been churning up for the last few minutes.
But I force myself to hold it back. To put my mind on something else. Like how wet her mouth is. How clingy her lips and the inside of her cheeks are; how they grab onto my shaft, foreskin and head like a suction.
Somehow, this increases my sensational pleasure, while stopping me from coming.
I let Mariah do one more pass up and down my cock, flick her tongue around my head, before pulling her off. I do so by grabbing her hair. She pops off my throbbing penis with a sigh. A beautiful gasp for air.
I stand her up, but only long enough to get her to the bed again. Once there, I bend her over it, and reach around to fondle her breasts and nipples. I do so vigorously, pulling and twisting the little warm nubs until they are plump and hot.
Mariah begins to whine and wiggle. I lean on her, kissing her from about the middle of her shoulder blade all the way down to her ass.
“Be good,” I remind her sternly.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
I slip one of my hands out from under her, and into her waiting pussy. “Your mine tonight. Every part of you.” I’m floored by the amount of juice she’s made for me. How thick and slimy it is. How it’s dripping down her leg, and down my hand with just the slightest touch. But I don’t say anything. I just keep touching and fondling, until she’s practically ready to impale herself on me. And then I pull myself away. “I’m going to take your virginity now, Mariah,” I say, enjoying watching her squirm without my attention. “But I also said I wanted you to beg for it. I’m not going to give you even an inch of my cock until you beg for it.”
My cock’s so hard it hurts, but I ignore it in favor of the words I hear drifting up from the comforter. “Please Paul,” she says, “Please put your big, delicious cock in my tight virgin pussy! My pussy needs your cock. It’s been waiting for it for so long. Please fuck me so good, Paul, please.” I hoist her a little further up on the mattress, spreading her pussy lips and ass cheeks wide.
“Okay,” I say, grabbing for a condom from the nightstand and ripping it open with my teeth. I slip it on with one hand, gripping my ornery shaft as I get the rubber all the way down to my base. Then, I aim straight and true for Mariah’s pink, moist whole. “Your wish is my command.”
Chapter 13 – Mariah
Fullness. Stretching. Those are the two sensations I’m aware of first, the moment Paul’s penis enters my pussy. The second thing I’m aware of is how long and hot it is. How, even with the rubber of the condom sliding into my small, tightly pursed lips, I can still feel texture. I can feel little ridges and veins in Paul’s member.
I groan with a mix of pleasure and pain, feeling my stomach and womb cramping under his size. But, unlike the cramps during a period, this feels better. Like a really deep itch is getting scratched. I feel his penis push in a little farther, and I shudder, feeling my womb get a little stimulation.
But the tingling, cramping sensations quickly change as Paul begins to slowly move in and out of me. They change from tingling and cramping to something closer to rubbing. Buzzing.
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That’s right,” Paul says, spanking my ass and then grabbing hard onto my ass cheeks as he fucks me. “My little virgin is letting me inside her tight pussy.”
Sucking and gripping. This is what happens when Paul changes from long, slow deliberate penetrations to shorter faster ones, positioned just outside of my vaginal opening. These drive me particularly crazy. The way my lips make that wet, pulling noise, the way the muscles around my opening quiver with each push of his head — it makes me want to impale myself on him.
Seeming to read this desire in me, Paul pushes me farther up on the bed, before pushing my head down on the comforter, and my hips and ass up. “Hungry girls need to open wide if they want to get fed,” says Paul as he gathers both of my wrists in one hand, and pins them to my back. From there, I feel him force my knees apart. Now my pussy and ass are left to hang for him, like wet, ripe fruit. “And they say please,” he adds, giving my ass another slap.
It's harder this time, and it stings more. At the same time, he’s rubbing my clit, torturing me with the feeling of pleasure it creates.
I cry out, feeling my bladder/womb muscles contract. I’m not sure, but I think I feel a long string of hot, sticky juice leave me. “Please, Paul!” I feel my knees and legs shaking, but I don’t let them collapse. I want his cock again, and staying this way is the only way I’m going to get it. “Feed my hungry hole! Make me keep coming, again and again.”
In answer, Paul grabs a hip with one hand and mounts me. His hard cock enters me again, every ridge, every vein, singing with pride. Manliness. Unlike the first time he penetrated me, this time doesn’t hurt as much. It just feels good. Complete. Like a cosmos-sized puzzle has just been put together.
I moan. The sound is high and happy. And with good reason. Paul isn’t taking it slow this time. He’s pounding in and out of me faster than before. It’s enough to rock me back and forth, but I don’t lose my position. I can’t, with Paul’s hand pinning my arms to my back, and his other hand on my hips.
Under this increased speed, I feel myself beginning to nearly lose consciousness. Or, it’s more like I’m ascending into a new and different consciousness. My eyes begin to lose focus as the sensation of rocking both overwhelms and entrances me. But something soon enters my sex daze. My carnal bliss.
It’s the feeling of Paul’s strong fingers slipping to the front of me and fingering my clit again. At first the strokes are slow, heated. Like embers climbing a log. But they soon increase in speed and strength, until they match that of his cock. Almost immediately, I’m feeling my whole body beginning to buzz. Catch fire, and rise toward a glassy, shiny shot of pleasure. An itch so sweet and bitter, I have to have it.
My legs begin to curl up toward him. My pussy begins to clamp down on him, as I feel the familiar twist of impending orgasm. But before I can completely let go, ride the quickening burn of his fingers, and my growling clit, he pulls his hand away, and uses it to hold my other hip.
“Can’t let you go yet,” growls Paul, “I haven’t had enough of you yet.” Saying this, Paul goes all out on my pussy. He slams his dick in and out of it so hard and so fast, I can barely keep up with the waves of pleasure that begin to roll through me. They start out small, but quickly grow into an all-encompassing vibration. A full-body hum that starts in my womb and quickly grows outward to reach my fingertips.
It’s in this moment that I realize and accept that I love it rough.
I squeal, enjoying the feel of his large but firm balls slapping my ass fast and hard. At the same time, he’s grabbing my ass cheeks, squeezing them, and saying, “I’m riding your sweet pussy, and you’re loving my cock in you.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree.
I enjoy the slapping sound that accompanies all this. It makes me feel like I’m being punished. And I need to be punished!
I’m doing this instead of going home to Mom, I scold myself gleefully. I’m getting fucked by a guy I just met instead of sitting down for Christmas Eve dinner! I’m having a big, fat cock in my pussy instead of eating Mom’s honey glazed ham! I scream-groan in pleasure, sounding wilder than I ever thought possible. I’m so bad! I’m such a bad, bad girl! I laugh hungrily, as Paul begins to spank me and play with my asshole in turn. I can’t believe how good it feels for his fingers to be in my ass. Mom, if only you could see me now! Oddly, this makes my clit stand tall, not shrink. You’d see I’m not yours to control anymore!
Above me, I hear Paul breathing. It’s hard. Ragged, but steady.
“You’ve been a good girl, Mariah,” huffs Paul, gripping me a little tighter as he fucks me. It’s a little faster too. A little more desperate, as if he’s about to cum. “Quick. Obedient.” A pause, as he presses me on to him. “Is my good girl ready for her present?” His breath is shallow, trembling. “Is she ready to have her stocking stuffed?”
“Oh, yes, sir” I cry, surprised by how girly and porn-star high my voice sounds. “Stuff my stocking all the way, Santa!” Part of my mind can’t believe I just screamed that at the man who paid a million dollars for me, but that part of my mind is quickly overridden. And by Paul’s fingers once again losing themselves in my curls and folds.
He’s started to rub my puffy clit again, but this time he doesn’t let up. He doesn’t pull away, and I’m allowed to climb that sweet and sour staircase toward release. Under his thorough and persistent stroking along the sides and head of my clit, it isn’t long before I’m jolting with pleasure.
Chilly flames of arousal climb under the hood, and shortly after, fill my body with heat. Pulses start going through my clit under every brush of his fingers. Every press of his thumb, and soon I can stop twitching. Shuddering and shaking, and now I’m not just feeling hard and raw. I’m feeling pleasantly electrocuted from the clit all the way down to my pelvis.
I twist, but Paul doesn’t let me escape his grip. Nor does he let his cock get pushed out. He pushes further in, using his closeness as an opportunity to take my clit in between his fingers and jack it off as if it’s his penis. It’s as if our bodies have merged and by pleasuring me, he’s pleasuring himself. Now his cock and his fingers are riding me so hard, I can’t keep it back anymore.
I scream, feeling myself arch back as far as Paul’s hold will allow. With that, I come crashing headfirst into the strongest, most suffocating orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I literally can’t breathe as my pussy pumps hard under the release. I’m gasping for nonexistent air. Searching for words that don’t exist, realizing my brain feels disconnected at the stem. Even my scream has been stifled into a squeak.
Paul cums within seconds of me arching, but unlike me, his voice isn’t stifled. It’s strong. Clear. It’s not a scream, but a series of grunts.
“There. There you go, my dirty little girl,” he says, keeping his dick pushed and as far as it will go. “Take all of my cum.”
It feels warmer inside me, but because of the condom, I don’t feel the sticky slime I imagine defines semen. “Take all of it deep inside you.” Saying this, he actually groans. I feel him shudder inside and outside me.
And then, both of us give into exhaustion. He simply collapses against me, resting on my back and butt. And I’m happy to hold his weight. I’m too weak in my body to move anyway. It’s been turned to jelly. Warm, gooey jelly, that may never go back to being solid.
I don’t know how long we lie there for, but after some time, I feel him slip out of me. He then takes off his condom and disposes of it in a nearby wastebasket, before slipping me under the warm blanket and sheets on his bed.
“That was wonderful,” I murmur, feeling happier and more exhausted than I’ve ever felt. “You’re a great man, Paul. I’m glad it was you who gave me my first time.”
I feel a kiss on my lips. It’s hot, but not intense. “You’re welcome, baby.” He kisses my forehead next, a hand lingering on my face, and then in my hair. “It was a pleasure to take you for a ride.” His voice is more tender than it was moments ago, but it still has a smoky edge of dominance. “I’ll take
you for a few more before this is over, but rest now.”
I smile, imagining what he’ll do and where we’ll do it next time. Maybe we’ll do it in the hot tub. Or maybe in a car…
As my eyes close, I see the lights go off. Paul’s arms come around me in the next second, as he gets into the bed next to me. It feels good to have him here. His warmth. His softness. The strength of his chest and stomach against me, and the caress of his cock as it returns to normal.
Tenderly, I push my ass into it, hoping he reads it as a “Thank you.”
He seems to, deciding to slip his softening penis between my legs and keep it there.
From here, it’s astonishingly easy for me to settle down and get to sleep. I feel content. Safe.
But, just before I grab onto a dream of Paul and me skiing to a private spot to fuck and give him another blow job, my rational mind kicks in. Fears about becoming too attached to him come in. Reminders about my new promise to Mom — the promise that I would definitely be home the day after Christmas — come in.
Don’t get too attached to him, Mariah. Yes, he took your virginity. He gave you the experience you came here for, but you can’t get attached. I hug the sheets and comforter to me. You can’t. After tomorrow, you have to leave him. You have to leave all this behind and go home to Mom. You have to be the good girl again. Weight creeps into my soul. You have to go home.
Chapter 14 – Mariah
December 25 — Christmas Day
Morning dawns cold and dark, but bright for me nonetheless. Today I am a fully-fledged woman. I am liberated sexually, and by the man of my dreams. I climb quietly from the bed, careful not to wake him.
I quickly find my clothes and put them on again. It’s a little awkward and clumsy in the dark room, but I manage, thanks to my muscle memory. Thanks to all my early mornings at college, where I never want to turn on the lights and start another long day of monotonous studying.
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