I let my dress fall to the floor. He nods and so I take off my bra and panties too.
Only then does he step closer to me. He smells like money. It must be his expensive cologne but it also seems to be a part of him, something as attached to him as that huge cock is.
He walks around behind me and puts his hands around my neck.
I tense up, wondering if this was the biggest mistake of my life. Did this guy pay a million dollars to choke me? To kill me?
But he whispers, “Relax,” in my ear, and then he nibbles on my earlobe. It feels so good I don’t even care if I die.
His moves his hands down to my breasts and holds onto them tightly.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes.”
I don’t know why, and I probably shouldn’t, but I do.
“Good,” he says.
He raises me up, while holding onto my breasts, until I’m standing on my tippy toes to reach the floor.
He nibbles my neck like he was doing to my ear and a chill runs through my entire body. “You need to trust me for this to be a good experience for both of us. If I do anything you don’t want me to do, just let me know, okay?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Great.”
He sets me back down to where my feet are flat on the floor again.
He reaches into a cabinet and pulls something out. It’s a small vibrator, shaped like an egg.
“Now I’m going to find out who you are,” he says, and he lays me back on a seat that looks like a cross between a bench and a table.
He retrieves some rope from a drawer. Then he ties my arms to some hooks on the wall.
I’m lying flat on my back, with my legs spread wide, my entire body completely exposed to him in every possible way.
This is not at all how I envisioned my first time would go, but I’m loving every second of it, and I can’t help but feel excited about whatever is coming next.
Chapter 10 – Maxim
I wasn’t intending to start off this way. I’m taking things a bit more slowly than I usually do. I look down at Celeste’s exposed, vulnerable pussy and her confused yet trusting eyes.
I can’t believe I’m going so easy on her. I should be furious, and demanding a refund from Terri. Clearly Celeste didn’t sign up for this and she’s not the pliant submissive I thought she would be.
And yet I feel differently about her than I do other girls I’ve taken to this room. The way that I feel different is by the fact that I feel anything at all. That’s rare, and this feeling is actually quite overpowering.
I shouldn’t continue this session. It’s obvious that she’s in over her head, as am I. Both of us are being stupid.
But I can’t stop looking at her beautiful pussy. I need to make it mine. But first I need to find out who this unique creature who just walked into this room— and my life— really is.
I rub the head of my cock up against her pussy. She squirms but I can tell it’s out of delight instead of fear. I can feel that she’s dripping wet for me.
“Do you like this?” I ask, pinching her nipple.
“Yes,” she nods, still shy but opening up a little bit.
Usually by now I’d have her tied up to the fucking ceiling. I should be pissed that she’s such a novice but I did want a virgin.
About that. I’d better confirm. As far as I know, it’s only based on a rumor.
I hold up the vibrator.
“Has there ever been a cock inside you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head.
“No?” I ask, needing to hear her say it out loud.
“No,” she says. “I mean, that’s correct. There’s never been a… cock inside me.”
That’s the right answer, so I place the vibrator up against her clit and let it work its magic.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes out, her whole body quivering along with her pussy. “That feels good.”
“You’re coming for me already, aren’t you?” I say, as she leans her head back and moans along with the humming vibrator.
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, yes.”
Juices run out of her, making a nice natural lube. I run my hands along the opening of her little pussy hole. Then I stick two fingers inside her.
“Ouch,” she calls out, struggling to sit up, but she’s unable to do so because of the ropes I’ve tied her up with.
“Good,” I tell her, as I feel along her tight, perfect pussy. “It should hurt.”
Yes, she’s a virgin all right. And I can’t wait to change that fact. But first, I have to find out a little more about her.
I kneel down on the floor and take my cock in my hand. Stroking myself, I run my tongue along her beautiful clit. Then I suck on it a little bit.
“Mmmmm,” she moans, her clit still engorged and sensitive from the way I made her come with the vibrator.
“Why did you come to this club tonight?” I ask her.
She tenses, obviously wanting my tongue back on her pussy.
“Because my friend Rachel couldn’t,” she answers.
“Were you afraid?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
I put my tongue back on her clit and I can feel it throbbing as I taste her delicious juices. I run it in and out of her pussy hole, tasting her sweetness.
It’s clear she’s telling the truth. She’s a virgin, she was scared, and yet here she is letting me take her. And that begs another obvious question.
“So why the pink bracelet?” I ask her.
“Bianca told me it meant I just want to have dinner,” she says.
I shake my head.
That bitch Bianca. She clearly set Celeste up for this. Just to get my money. I’m going to demand a partial refund for procuring it under false pretenses. And then I’m going to give that to Celeste, in addition to a hefty tip.
“Celeste,” I tell her. “I’m sorry. That’s not how this club is supposed to work. You don’t have to do anything with me that you don’t want to do.”
She nods, but she doesn’t say anything.
“So, do you want to have sex with me?” I ask her, raising my head so that I can look into her eyes.
What the fuck has come over me?
This isn’t like me at all. I’m a take charge kind of guy. I should have her over my knee, spanking her for saying she wanted me to take her to dinner instead of letting me tie her up right away.
But there’s something about her that just does it for me. Fulfills a deep, aching longing I didn’t even know was there. And makes me want to protect her. After I defile her, of course.
“Yes,” she says, and I can tell that she’s sincere.
I return to licking her pussy, which isn’t something I usually do except if I wanted to bring her close to climax and leave her hanging, begging me for more. But right now, I want her to feel pleasure. I want to taste her cum in my mouth again, but this time I want it pouring out as my tongue does all the work instead of the vibrator.
I almost feel that I don’t even need to use any special tools or equipment on her. I just want it to be her and me and our naked bodies mixing and melding. I must be losing my fucking mind.
“How come you haven’t had sex before?” I ask her, not sure I want to know the answer.
I’m getting jealous now, and I never get jealous. It’s like I’m torturing myself emotionally in the way I had planned to torture her physically. I’m sure there had to have been some close calls— with her beautiful body, her perfect pussy— and I don’t really want to hear about that.
And yet I want her to tell me in drawn- out detail about how she’s never been with anyone like she’s about to be with me. It’s a sick sad need I don’t even know how to explain to myself.
“It almost happened on Prom night,” she tells me, tensing up with pleasure as I lick her up and down. “But it didn’t.”
“Why not?” I ask her, sensing that for some reason she’s embarrassed.
I like that she’s vulnerabl
e with me, both emotionally and physically. I can tell she hasn’t told many people what she’s about to tell me, and I love that. I want to take her, own her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way.
“I thought it was going well, and I returned his advances. Maybe I even made a few of my own in return,” she says, as I continue licking her pussy.
But now I stop because she has.
“So, what happened?” I press.
She shrugs, which is difficult to do in the ropes I’ve tied her up with.
“He didn’t really reciprocate… didn’t do anything much from there, and I felt really stupid.” She sighs. “We went to the same church, we were from religious families. I guess he wasn’t expecting the same thing out of Prom night as I was.”
“Or else he felt too ashamed by his expectations,” I offer.
I look up at her again and she’s gazing down on me as if she hadn’t ever thought of that. She nods.
“Or that,” she says. “But he told people I was too ‘forward,’” she says. “I felt like a real slut. I never really pushed it with anyone after that.”
I flick her clit with my tongue, playfully, to lighten the mood.
“Well, I sure am glad it didn’t work out,” I tell her. “And any guy who says you’re forward for wanting to have sex on Prom night sounds like he’s got real issues.”
She laughs, and then she moans as I suck on her clit.
“I’m glad too,” she says, “now that I found you.”
There’s a pause, and I can tell she thinks she’s said too much. I take a break from teasing her clit to tell her, “I’m glad I found you too. Up there on stage wearing your pink bracelet not even knowing what it meant.”
We both laugh.
“I was wondering why you paid so much,” she giggles.
“Apparently it was so that I could make you feel good,” I tell her, as I lightly bite her clit and then suck on it while her back arches up off the table. I think it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“That does feel good,” she tells me, as I feel and taste her juices gushing into my mouth. “I’m coming.”
I grip her ass cheeks and bring them closer to my mouth while I continue sucking her clit.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says, until her breath slows and the orgasm ends.
“That’s not really all I paid all that money for,” I tell her, and we laugh again.
But what I say next is no laughing matter.
It’s what I’ve been wanting to do since the first time I set eyes on her.
“Now I’m going to take your virginity.”
Chapter 11 – Celeste
I never thought I’d be so quick to agree that a stranger should take my virginity, but somehow Maxim doesn’t really feel like much of a stranger. I’ve just told him my most embarrassing secret and I’ve been completely intimate with him.
He slides on a condom. Then he climbs on top of me and I can feel the head of his cock up against my pussy.
This is it. This is how I’m going to lose my virginity.
It feels amazing for me, but I hope it’s not going to be a let-down for Maxim. I’m sure he’s used to things being a lot kinkier.
“Don’t you want to, like, spank me with a whip and put a ball gag in my mouth or something?” I ask, just before he enters me.
“Yes,” he tells me. “But not right now. There’s always another day. Right now, I just want to take you the old-fashioned way.”
I look at the ropes tying me to hooks in the wall and he gets my gist.
“Well,” he says, “as close to the old-fashioned way as I know how to be.”
He pushes his cock into me and it slides in quite easily.
“Wow,” I tell him, as he grips my shoulders and pumps harder into me. “I thought it would hurt more.”
“You’re very well lubricated,” he says, which is true.
“You did a good job of getting me that way.”
“And I had fun doing it.”
He pushes in and out of me and I’m so sensitive I feel like I’m going to come again.
“Mmmm,” I moan, embarrassed that it’s about to happen yet again.
But Maxim doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Come for me,” he says, whispering into my ear as he thrusts himself in me.
I do, squeezing my thighs and my pussy tight up against his cock, which makes him moan too.
“You’re my dirty little slut and I just popped your cherry,” he says, which makes me want to come all over again before I’ve even had time to recover. “I want you to beg me to keep fucking you.”
“Please keep fucking me, Maxim,” I cry out, as his long and hard cock pumps in and out of me. “You make my pussy feel so good.”
“Your wet, tight little pussy likes to come for me,” he says. “It’s only ever had my big fat cock inside it.”
“It only wants your big fat cock, Maxim,” I tell him, as he fills up my entire pussy. I can feel him all the way deep inside me. “Just fuck me forever, Maxim.”
“It’s all I want to do,” he says, twisting my nipples.
It hurts but I don’t say anything.
I remember how he said I could tell him to stop at any time, but I don’t want him to. It feels good when he makes it hurt some. My pussy is sore and aching for him, and now my nipples are too.
“I just want to fuck my little virgin slut forever,” he says, pounding me hard with his cock.
I can feel it throb and pulse inside me as he says, “Fuck, Celeste. You’re going to make me come already.”
“Come for me, Maxim.”
I feel myself getting ready again too. We come together, as he continues to slam his cock into me, grunting and yelling, “I love your fucking pussy so much.”
“I love your cock so much, I love when you give it to me.”
“I love your virgin pussy.”
“I love your filthy mouth.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He stops fucking me, both of us at the height of our climax.
I look at the wall, completely embarrassed. He is doing the same, but looking at the opposite wall.
Well, great.
Another embarrassing sex experience.
How the hell did I get so caught up in the moment that I would yell that?
But he yelled it too.
Sure, we were saying a lot of crazy stuff that isn’t real— including the fact that he wants me to be his little virgin slut forever. That doesn’t even make sense. That’s plain impossible. We obviously just got carried away.
It’s not like saying “I love you” is something we can easily undo though, even if it was first said in the heat of the moment.
To make matters worse, there’s a pounding knock at the door.
“Come on,” a male voice yells. “You’re over your time.”
“The room was reserved for me,” Maxim yells back.
I look at him and let reality sink in. This man regularly uses this room, and pays a lot of money to have sex with a lot of women in here.
I don’t really mean that much to him. He didn’t really mean that he loves me. He just meant he loved taking my virginity.
“Well, it was reserved for me too,” the guy yells back. “You have to share. It’s been a long time.”
“Fine,” Maxim says. “We’re done anyway.”
As he gets up, he mumbles, “Fucking Bianca,” under his breath.
We get dressed and I want to say a million things to him. He looks as if he feels the same way. But I can tell his pride is stopping him from saying anything.
“You hungry?” he asks. “Or do you want to grab a drink?”
“No thanks,” I tell him, feeling stupid.
What are we going to talk about? The fact that we stupidly shouted out that we loved each other, before parting ways for good?
Once our clothes are back on, he grabs me and holds me tight.
It’s the longest hug of my life, and the most confusing.
It almost feels real. As if we could actually be more than… whatever this crazy thing that we just had together was.
But that’s ridiculous.
I’m not even going to let myself go there in my mind.
I nod to the man and the young- looking woman waiting to take our place in the room, and then I head home, wondering if I’ll wake up from this dream- turned- nightmare with only regret, or with any shred of satisfaction leftover from how I was just feeling less than fifteen minutes ago, when I gave my body— and apparently my heart— to the man who had paid for it.
Chapter 12 – Celeste
On my way home, I call Rachel.
“I told you not to have your phone on you,” she hisses.
“I didn’t,” I tell her. “I’m already done.”
“What?” she says. “That was a fast dinner. Hold on.”
I hear her tell Billy “I’ll be right back, it’s Celeste.”
I know I should ask her whether she’s engaged. But I’m mad at her. I want to give her a piece of mind.
“It wasn’t just dinner,” I tell her. “In fact, it wasn’t dinner at all.”
“What?” She shrieks. “Really? You did it with a club guy?”
She sounds a little too happy about this fact. At first I thought I would be thanking her but after the awkward ending Maxim and I had, I only feel mad.
“Why did you tell Bianca I was a virgin?” I demand.
“What? Celeste, I would never—”
“She said you did,” I tell her.
“Are you sure?” she asks. “She said those exact words? Because Bianca’s very tricky. One time she—”
She trails off.
“She what?” I prod.
“Never mind,” she says. “I’ll tell you some other time. But let’s just say I should have warned you to stay on your toes around her because she can be quite manipulative. She’s kind of the old washed up one around there and in order to keep her place in the pecking order she’s always doing things to curry favor with Terri and the clients. Tipping them off or even… delivering… certain girls.”
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