by Abby Angel
The front door bell rings and I look at the clock, surprised. She’s four minutes early. No woman has ever been early in the history of the world. A gorgeous 21-year-old virgin who values timeliness? I would’ve sworn that wasn’t even a possibility…if Viv wasn’t busy proving me wrong.
I went over to the front door and let her in. “Hi,” she says shyly, walking past me and into my apartment, pulling a suitcase along behind her. She’s wearing such a tight dress, I’m pretty sure I can tell that her belly button is an outie.
And every other curve she possesses is on display.
Oh fffuuuucccckkkk…
I am not going to survive the next two weeks.
“So what should I call you?” she asks as I close the door behind her, breathing in deep, trying to get my dick to calm down.
“Uhhhh…”
Let’s be honest here – there is almost no blood in my brain right now. It’s all much farther south, if you know what I mean.
“I think I should call you Master,” she announces. “Master Victor.”
“Master?” I echo. That seems a little too far for me.
“Yeah, I was doing research on the internet about being a sex slave, and apparently, that’s what all of the BDSM slaves call their doms.”
I officially have no blood north of the belt line.
Vivian
“So where do we begin?" I ask once I entered turning to face him.
"Anywhere you want, I guess."
Anywhere that I want? If it's going to go this way then, fine, let's go this way.
"You're the one that is supposed to be training me so I thought I would show you what you what you have to work with."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. What you got?"
What I currently have is very little floor space to work with. I had thought Victor would be into that modern open-space concept type decorating style. It now appears that I am wrong.
Having to scoot his coffee table out of the way does have one small benefit. moving it gives me the opportunity for a little self pep talk.
Just keep moving forward with the plan you had all along. You had all afternoon to think about this. Came up with a list of points, just follow that list.
I have never had to move furniture in six inch high heels before and it certainly lends a whole new level of difficulty to the task. Great, now I am breathing like a wounded rhinoceros.
Okay Vivian look for the positives.
Good news is breathing like a wounded rhinoceros while wearing a very expensive push-up bra does make my properly lifted tits heave suggestively. Okay, plus one point.
"You want me to take this off for you?" .
"Sure, that would be cool," is the answer I get from Victor.
Look for the positives. Look for the positives.
At least he didn't say no. That's a positive. plus 2
Now that I've suggested it I'm not quite sure I actually want to take this dress off. I spent more then last months rent and utilities on the this dress. I'm pretty sure that kind of investment requires that I wear this dress day and night for the rest of my life and then be buried in it. Not that, that's a bad thing, this dress is the quintessential definition of the Little Black Dress. It is very black and it is perfectly short. It is perfectly short in the way that it is not obscene or trashy, yes I could wear this to a company party, but it isn't so long is to cover the majority of my thighs. In fact, it is just long enough to barely hide the fact that I'm not wearing pantyhose. I am wearing actual garters and stockings and this dress just long enough to barely cover up that fact. The other thing that this dress covers just enough of, is my top. There is nothing else in my entire wardrobe that bears this much skin across my chest without without actually letting my nipples harden in the breeze.
“I bought this outfit just today."
"Really? Looks good on you."
“I bet it looks even better off of me."
"I'm sure that is true as well."
Well that seems to be as much of an invitation as I'm going to get at this point. Look for the positives. Plus1/2.
I am starting to feel slightly stupid standing here in the middle of his living room, so here we go.
While I consider myself to be a really good planner this is not something I had thought to consider. Had you asked me a couple of hours ago my overall plan would be to have Victor helping me out of this dress. Had I known that he was going to sit there with a slightly bemused yet stunned look on his face. I probably would've picked dress with a slightly more accessible zipper. One of the things that I had personally liked about the dress was that it did not fit into the latest style of having a big, gaudy, trashy, zipper right down the back in a clashing color from the dress. Instead this little black dress has a zipper neatly tucked under the right arm that is also black so it blends in with the look of the dress. The problem is that the zipper-pull is insanely small.
There is only one way for me to accomplish this task single-handedly and that is to reach across my body with my left arm under my right arm pit and pull the zipper down.
I don't know how the store managed to have this particular dress hanging on the rack because feels like it was designed for me and me alone. There is no way that this thing is coming off without undoing that zipper.
Look for the positives. Look for the positives. Look. For. The. Positives. Wait, with my left arm wrapped under my tits like this I can give them a playful little shake while I undo the world's smallest zipper. Plus1.
The shake produces a small smile from Victor. Plus1.
I can feel the top of the dress loosen as I pull the zipper down and now the shoulder straps are sliding down my arms. As much as I want to stay in this very expensive little black dress it seems to want to come off of me just as much. I am changing the name of this dress from the L. B. D. to the S. B. D. The Slutty Black Dress.
"Do you think you can work with this?" I ask as the S. B. D. hits the floor adding just a little husky this to my voice.
"So far, so good."
Oh dear God. Okay look for the positives. At least he didn't say no. Plus… Damn, I already got the points for that one.
"I think you need a closer look."
I am not a dancer. I know this about myself and I am okay with this. Comfort with my own limitations, now that's a positive. Plus one. I'm not even going to try to dance in these heels. I did practice one move in my apartment before I came over here. It is my go to move mainly because it's the only move that I really have.
I am putting one foot literally in front of the other in what I have dubbed my sultry sashay. If you're all if you're going to have only one move let me suggest the sexy sashay. It is not terribly hard to master, especially over short distances and it produces a very seductive hip sway from the very first step.
"I can work with that."
Victor's first unsolicited complement. Plus one.
"I'm glad you like it. I still think you need to take a closer look. Much closer."
All I get for that little gem is an intrigued looking eyebrow raise. I probably shouldn't be getting points for being on track, but considering how far off from the track this whole thing had started I'll take. Plus one.
On the list of things I had not thought to think of how difficult it actually is to straddle a man that is sitting on a couch whilst wearing high heels. I am glad that I managed to get on top of him without completely falling on my face. Actually my one little slip caused me to thrust my chest forward and bury his face in my cleavage. Plus1.
The warmth of his breath against my skin is amazing. As long as I'm keeping score, Plus10.
This is going well. so let's keep it on track, I think to myself and begin grinding my hips side to side, pressing into his crotch.
I can feel him through his pants and through my panties. Just a couple of swipes of my hips over his body and I can feel is cock growing. I can feel him hardening and it is pushing up against me. I guess the striptease routine has its rewards for the
women as well. Plus one point for every woman on the planet.
It seems to me like this would be a good time to try a combo move. I keep swinging my hips side to side, rolling the mound of my pussy over the speed bump that was hidden in it in Victor's pants and I lean forward reinserting his nose between my tits.
I can feel more than actually hear the rumble of his satisfied moan through my body. This is beginning to work. The vibration of his manly satisfaction rumbling through me is pretty good for me as well.
“Do you think I have potential?" I asked leaning back still perched on his hips and grinding away.
"I think there may be hope for you yet." the lear in his voice communicating the subtle humor.
"Well then, let me demonstrate for you some of my other talents."
I'm not giving him the chance to question and I am not hesitating.
There are many small things in this world that we should all be very thankful for. The one small thing in the world that I am currently grateful for, is quality carpet padding. Any woman who has spent any time kneeling on even poor quality carpet padding and will totally agree with that statement. The fact that my knees are still sinking into the pad while I am fumbling with his belt buckle means that the people who built this place did not skimp on floor covering. I'll give that a plus 5.
I am still a little bit frustrated by the fact that Victor's not really taking control of the situation. He's just letting this happen. Maybe I need to reevaluate my assumptions about this relationship. Maybe this is how this is supposed to work. Maybe it is my job to anticipate his wants and needs.
I feel pretty safe in assuming that what I have planned next is a want and a need of every man ever born or that ever will be born.
I'm surprised at how much work it is actually taking for me to get my hand under the waistband of his underwear and pull his cock free of all of this clothing. I am going to succeed, dammit.
Oh dear God, PLUS12.
"Do you like it?"
I'm not quite sure like is the word that I would use at this moment. Now that I have unleashed the beast, almost literally, I would use words like intimidated, frightened, impressed, intrigued, intimidated, turned on, intimidated, those are the words that I would use.
I'm not going to show him any type of hesitation. I need this training and Virgin cell thing to work. Now that I am face-to-face with the inevitable I am having some doubts but, I am going to keep those to my self next line I am not bothering with a verbal response I am just moving forward. I dive headlong into the task
I dive headlong into the task. I have never stretched my mouth this wide around anything before. I remind myself to breathe and as I do my nostrils are filled with his musky, manly smell. I love that smell.
Okay, it's not one of those smells that I would like to create a large quantity of and turn into candles or something like that. It is one of those smells that I enjoy because of its scarcity. I don't think there is ever going to be away to actually reproduce that smell, it is so individualistic. It is a combination of natural body smells and cologne or soap. I really do think that the woman smelling it has something to do with the equation to. That does not really matter right now, what matters is getting as much of this massive dick in my mouth as possible.
Remembering to breathe is making it easier to get more and more of him in me. Realistically I'm not getting all of him in my mouth. The good part of this is that there is enough room along his shaft for me to fit my entire hand between him and my nose. Being able to control the situation, plus1.
Again, I can feel his satisfying moan rumble through his body and into my mouth. There is something ultimately erotic about being able to feel the sounds another person is making rather than hearing them. There is also something very beneficial and motivating about encouragement. That little moan gets me to slide a little bit more into my mouth than I thought was possible.
If I had to be totally honest, in a perfect-world type situation, Victor would be cheering me on in this moment. He would be telling me I'm doing a good job or at least calling me dirty names in that sexy way but you can always have everything you want. This is good enough; pulling my head back and sliding my lips along the portion of his shaft that I could get into my mouth gives me the opportunity to think a little bit into the future. I have heard the debate about size. On one side, size is everything. That side of the argument is he normally populated by men and porn stars trying to sell you something. On the other side of the argument there is the size-doesn’t-matter club. This group is populated by average to small sized dicked men, most women and porn stars trying to sell you something. I don't know where I fall in this argument because I've never experienced any man this large before. I am not a complete prude. I still have my Vagina virginity but that does not mean that I have abstained from all types of sexual activity.
However, up until this moment I have experienced average size cocks, okay and there was that one small cock. Most of the cocks that I have been close to have either been good or at least adequate, with that one exception, so I can certainly agree with there being a certain element of it's how you use it involved in the debate on whether or not size matters. On the other hand, in the past I have never been with a guy large enough to give me any first-hand evidence as to whether or not bigger is better.
Coming back to the present I realize allowing myself a few moments of mental distraction has produced some positive results. When I reached the bottom of my head bobbing stroke I can tell my nose is a lot closer to my hand than it was when I first put my lips around his cock and I realize my body is telling me that I definitely want some first person evidence in the bigger is better argument. I'm going to count that as a plus 3.
I am going to check in with Victor to see if he's changed his mind on taking a more active hand in the conduction of tonight's proceedings. I look up at him while I mentally catalog the ache in my jaw. Minus 1.
Nothing. Okay, let’s keep the ball rolling.
"Is that a marketable skill?”
“Yes. That is definitely a marketable skill." I am pleased to say he responded in a breathless voice. I get that last point back.
"I have one more skill that I want to demonstrate for you."
“Oh really, what is that?”
I am not going to let the fact that he has already caught his breath distract me I and plunging forward.
"I want your cock inside of me."
“But if we do that it'll ruin the sell."
"Just because I'm of Vagina virgin doesn't mean that I'm a corpse. I want you to fuck my ass."
Okay, let's check the scoreboard; being too subtle probably loses me a point however I think I got that point back by leaving him speechless when I thought asked him to fuck my ass. Were going to call it awash.
Again, I am not giving him the opportunity to demure or back out. Thank God I planned ahead and brought my own lube. I leave him stammering with his cock sticking straight up in the air while I search in my bag for the little bottle.
The clear liquid catches the light overhead and glints just a little bit. I am pleased by the shiver the coldness of the lube causes in Victor as I spread it down his long shaft. I'm further pleased that I had the opportunity to practice straddling him and mounting the couch at the same time. Earlier in the evening it makes the second attempt so much easier. It takes a lot of leg strength to slowly it takes a lot of leg strength to use your thighs to slowly lower your self downward. Luckily them luckily my grip on the back of the couch not only gives me some balance but also provides a little bit of leverage as well because I have to use the other hand to make sure I don't miss. I am reaching between my legs with my hand around Victor’s well lubed 12 inches trying to point him in the right direction when he decides this is the moment to come to life and interrupt.
"Are you sure about this?"
Without saying a word I drop down quickly and feel my ass hole spread around the head of his dick. I release my hold of his cock and put my hand it
back up on the back of the couch so that I have full balance. I wiggle my hips back and forth as I lower myself even farther onto them I'm pretty well impaled on his cock, but no farther than any of my previous lovers had been inside me before, when I answer him.
"Yes, I am sure."
I have given Victor a thousand opportunities, at this point, to make this about him so now I am going to concentrate on me. This is actually a very important decision because we are reaching experiment territory.
Using all the strength in my arms and my legs I am allowing myself to slide farther and farther downward. This means that I now have more cock in my ass than is ever been in there before. Some women will say that they do not enjoy anal and I say to them you haven't practiced enough. Done correctly anal is incredibly sexy. The taboo of being fucked in the ass drives me wild.
Some of this reaction is born out of necessity. As someone who is decided to hang onto their vagina virginity until the right moment, or now, the right bidder, I have explored other forms of sexual gratification. In doing so I have learned how to make taking a cock up the ass work for me as well is the man.
I never skimped on the lube and that little habit is paying dividends right now. My ass is stretching wider than it ever has before and it is causing a tingling sensation to spread from where his cock is penetrating me up through the rest of my body. Every nerve is firing with pleasure. Mentally I am worked up into a lather. Not only am I doing something that most people would consider to be taboo but I am also experimenting with how much I can take.
In terms of the results of this experiment I have to say I’m doing very well. So well in fact, that his cock is as far into me as it could possibly go. I have taken it all and it feels good. Plus 100.