I slowed down the spanks and alternated the slaps with soothing strokes and arousing squeezes. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but as much as I enjoyed making his buttocks glow, I wanted to move on.
“Stay there, boy, just like that. I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Mistress,” he called, hesitantly.
“Yes, boy.”
“I’m nervous,” he admitted and I could hear it in his tone of voice.
“That’s only natural, my sweet sub,” I replied, “but don’t worry, I will not hurt you. You have your safe word, yes?”
“Yes, thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome.”
I walked over to the chest of drawers and pulled my strap-on out of the bottom drawer. My cock always went with me, no matter where I was going. I was never sure when I might need it. I loved to masturbate with it too. Inside is a little cock that stimulates my pussy as the dick sticks out and I often started my masturbation sessions by imagining I was fucking some prone, virgin arse. Tonight, I would get that fantasy come true. I picked up the lube from where I’d left it earlier, on the floor by the bed and rested it on the small of his back. I enjoyed his shiver as the cool bottle hit his warm skin.
I did not take my dress off, I was in too much of a rush for that. I simply strapped myself into my cock and placed the small plastic nub inside of me.
“Right, I’m all ready now. Let’s get this arse prepared for my cock.”
I was talking to myself as much as to him. I loved the slow tease. I wanted to build up to the erotic moment. It was not every day that I got to break a person’s cherry. This was going to be special and I was going to make sure he enjoyed every moment of it.
I took the bottle of lube off his back and squeezed some onto my fingers. I always bought an un-fragranced lube. I enjoy the smells of sex too much to mask them. But even unscented lube has a special, sharp smell that promises kinky, sexual delights. I rubbed the cold lube into the crease of his bottom and heard him gasp. I moved my fingers closer to his anus and slowly massaged the lube around and into his little opening.
This would be a labour of love. Yes, he had already taken the butt plug, but that was small. My cock, although not the biggest the shop held, was thicker and at least twice as long. I had to make sure he was ready and relaxed. As I pushed one lubricated finger and then another inside him, I reached round with my other hand and ran it up and down his eager cock.
“That’s a good boy,” I reassured as I fucked his arse with my fingers, “Just relax and I promise you’re really going to enjoy this.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He whimpered in response and I felt my pussy clench as his words combined with the sweet smell of our lovemaking on his skin. I introduced another finger into his arse slowly. When he started to push back so they would penetrate him deeper, I knew he was ready.
“Turn your head and look at me.” I commanded him. When I saw his body shift, I started to rub lube onto my cock. “Look what Mistress has for you, sweet man, look at my big, hard cock. Do you like it?”
“Yes, Mistress.” His voice contained a tremble, maybe of fear but I was sure it was mostly from arousal.
“I’m going to take your virginity with my dick, boy. Now, get back into position. I’m going to fuck you now.”
I stood between his legs. They were still held together at the knees by his jeans and his feet were still in his shoes. I liked the urgency of the half dressed fuck and I would relish the rough feel of his trousers against my legs as I stood between them.
Gently, I pressed my plastic cock head to his eager opening.
“Now, boy, I’m going to take this cherry. Remember to relax and this will feel so very good. I’m going to make you come all over the bed, my sweet slut. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, and I pressed forward. I took my time, letting him get used to my cock inch by gradual inch.
He relaxed as I pushed in and soon the head fully penetrated him.
“How does it feel?” I asked.
“Strange, Mistress,” he replied, his voice strained and peppered with whimpers and moans as I fed a little more of my hardness into him, “but good, so good. It feels so big.”
“Good boy, it’s half way there now.”
“Oh, God,” he moaned, “I don’t know if I can take any more, Mistress.”
“You can, sweet boy, don’t worry.” I stroked his back with one hand and pressed a little deeper. He whimpered. I really wanted to ram my cock into him. The pressure of the cock inside me was driving me mad. I need to relieve it, but more so I needed to make this first time special for Rob. So I paced myself.
My skin was tingling all over with the erotic tension. The air was saturated with the muskiness of sex and I inhaled deeply as I pushed in further and pressed the curve of my tummy against his back.
“It’s all in now, baby. I told you you could take it. I’m going to fuck you now, boy, I’m going to take your anal virginity. Are you ready, boy?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned through gritted teeth. “Fuck me.”
I started slowly and the push and pull of the plastic inside me, combined with the sight of my plastic hardness stretching out that cute hole, drove me wild with arousal. Rob was a whimpering mess. He was pushing his butt back towards me like a seasoned slut. Soon I was driving my cock into him hard and fast and he was begging for more.
“Fuck me, Mistress, oh fuck me, oh yes.” He wasn’t making any sense. He just babbled and begged as his orgasm mounted from the pressure of my cock on his prostate. I had a mini orgasm with each thrust of my cock. My pussy throbbed and pulsated as my clit vibrated with the ferocity of our fucking.
“I’m going to come,” he cried. I’m not sure he was informing me or announcing his surprise. But I answered.
“Come for me, Rob, come for me.” And he did. I heard his groan and felt his body spasm and I stilled my thrusts.
“Fuck,” he panted and I bent forward to kiss his back. Slowly, I withdrew my cock and fell to the bed beside him. He had collapsed onto the sheets and I joined him. I curled my body next to his. My cock poked him in the hip and I ran my hand up and down his back.
“Wow, that was intense.” He smiled and I detected tears in the corners of his eyes.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no, not at all,” he reassured me, “I’m just a bit, well, overwhelmed really.”
I knew what he meant. I was overwhelmed, too. I was overwhelmed by the need to hold him tight and to never let go. I was grappling with the realisation that I loved a man I had met only a matter of hours ago.
“Kelly,” Rob said, “I’m going to have to go, you know.”
“I know,” I sighed, “I’ll miss you.’ I regretted the words as I blurted them out, but was surprised and delighted by Rob’s reply.
“I’ll miss you too, Kelly, I really will. We must meet again.”
“Yes, we really must.” I replied and watched as he stood and pulled up his pants. He fastened his jeans as I untangled myself from my fake cock.
“I’m so glad I met you,” he said as he pulled on his leather jacket.
“So am I.” I smiled. This was awkward. I didn’t want to let him go, he didn’t want to go.
“Kelly, I’ve had such a good time.” He reached forward and rubbed his hand up and down my arm. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. Kelly, you’re special and I want you to know that. I want to say more, I want to say something really foolish but I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me.”
“I won’t laugh at you,” I reassured him, “tell me.”
“I think, well, I’m pretty sure that, well, I love you.”
I smiled and pulled him into my arms. I kissed him then. Not hard and demanding like a Mistress, but soft and yielding like a woman in love.
“I love you, too,” I replied as our lips parted, “I don’t know how, I don’t understand it, but I do.”
“Good,” he said, “very good.’
“Will you come and visit me soon?” I asked, feeling needy and shaky underneath the ecstasy of the mutual exclamations of love.
“Yes, I will. You’ve got my number, right? Ring me, and I’ll arrange to come see you in Manchester.”
“Soon?” I asked.
“Yes, soon, Kelly. Very soon, I promise you.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” I smiled, and squeezed him to me in a hug. I buried my head in his neck and drank in his leather, citrus musk and the exciting tang of our sex on his skin. I wanted to remember it. It was a unique picture of this moment, more precise than a photograph. More intimate, too.
“You’ve got a few more minutes before you have to go, don’t you?” I whispered into his neck, very aware that only moments before I had looked at the clock and seen the hand creeping towards midnight.
“Oh, Kelly, I wish I could say yes…”
“How long does it take you to get home?” I interrupted and placed kisses over his jaw line, onto his cheek and pressed harder against him.
“A couple of hours. At this time, shouldn’t even take that long.”
“You’ve got time, then.”
“I’ve got a job at seven AM, love. It’s now nearly midnight.” He moaned as I took the lobe of his ear between my teeth and gently nibbled. My hands slid down his body; one cupped his arse, the other stroked over the hesitant bulge at the front of his jeans.
“That gives us ‘til five am, then.” I purred.
“I need sleep,” he said. “It’s a complicated job.”
“Are you tired?” I pulled his zip down and his hand came to rest on top of mine, stopping it in its tracks.
“No, not now, but…”
“Please, Rob, I need you, I need you right now. Don’t leave me yet.”
“Kelly, I want you, I want to stay, but the job…”
“Please.” I looked directly into his eyes and begged. I didn’t want him to go. I hated feeling so needy, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t bear to lose him so quickly after such a revelation. I would find it hard to let go of him at all, but right at that moment I wanted desperately to make the moment last.
“I guess I can sleep after the job.” He pressed his lips back to mine.
“Thank you,” I mumbled against his hot lips, “Thank you so much.”
I continued to peel down the zip at his fly and was encouraged to feel hard, warm flesh beneath it, eager to escape and fill my hand. I slipped the button from its hole as his hands roamed my dress-covered body. He grabbed the lower edge and pulled it up. I let him manoeuvre me as he removed my dress and then my bra. With each lost garment, we stepped further away from the door and closer to the bed. I felt the bed hit the back of my knees and I collapsed on to it. Rob, half dressed, fell on top of me and shook his trousers away in the process.
It felt good to have his hot, hard weight above me. It felt comforting and arousing. I lay back and surrendered to his kiss. We scrambled further onto the bed together. I had no idea if we were across it or lying the right way or upside down. I’d lost all track of direction. All I was aware off was the heat of his hands on the flesh of my large breasts, his lips on mine and his scent enveloping me in a sensual hug.
“You’re such sweet temptation,” he moaned, then switched to using his mouth on my neck. Nibbling and biting, rough and demanding in a way I normally am with him. It turned me on. “I can’t get enough of, you, Mistress,” he gasped. I felt my body zing with arousal at such endearments. I was torn between wanting to feel his lips drop lower and wanting to hear him say more. In the end, he satisfied both desires.
His lips scorched a trail along my collar bone and onto my chest. He nibbled and kissed his way to my breasts. His body rested naturally between my thighs. He cupped my bosom with his big, warm hands and feasted on my nipples. He nibbled, sucked and bit gently on them, until they strained with arousal and I squirmed against him.
“I want to worship you, every inch of your beautiful body,” he crooned, “I cannot think when I touch you, Mistress. I can hardly breathe for the need to feel and taste and please you.”
“You please me. Oh fuck, you please me and then some.” I groaned as his lips slipped and skidded over the gentle curve of my stomach. I did not feel uncomfortable with his attention there, on the least liked part of my body. His lips blessed every scrap of skin they touched, sanctified it, made it feel special. I could not hate my stomach while he adored it.
Then his face was between my thighs and his fingers were teasing my slit from top to bottom, prying my sticky lips apart to reach the honey pot within. As I captured the fresh musk of my own arousal permeating the air, I felt a long, slow lick from his tongue swipe up the length of my slit. I lifted my hips and spread my thighs wantonly as he leisurely lapped at my pink, swollen cunt.
I no longer thought. I felt. I felt every lick as he eagerly lapped up my juices. I almost lost my mind when he focused in on my aching clit. He sucked and licked, lapped and lavished it with love and attention until I screamed and sobbed out my release. I barely took a breath before he was on his knees between my split thighs, pressing his cock into my still-spasming cunt.
I enjoyed being fucked. I enjoyed being out of control, for a while. I accepted his adoration eagerly. As he hunched his body over mine, I grabbed onto his arms to encourage him to fuck me harder.
“Yes,” I crooned, “Fuck, yes.” I thrust up as hard as he slammed into me. We met and parted in a rough, erotic rhythm, both of us gasping, cursing and moaning out our love. As his pace quickened and the muscles in his body tightened and prepared for orgasm, I opened my eyes. In that moment, I drank in the beauty of him, before the ecstasy in my body pulled my eyelids closed. The orgasm building inside of me broke and bathed his pounding penis with my hot juices.
“I love you, Kelly,” he gasped and thrust his orgasm into me. I felt his cock twitch as he bathed the insides of my pussy with his cum.
“I love you, too,” I sighed and kissed the top of his head as he lay on my chest, panting. I held him tight, knowing that in moments I would have to let him go; temporarily at least.
“Right,” he said, after much kissing and many caresses. “I’m going to put my clothes on again. Can we try and keep them on me this time?”
I playfully yawned and stretched. ‘Yeah, I need my beauty sleep now, anyways.”
We laughed easily as he slipped on his clothes. I still didn’t want to see him go, but I took comfort in the fact it was only a temporary separation.
“Goodbye,” he whispered, and left a soft, caring kiss on the top of my head as I sat on the edge of the bed. I rose and kissed him hard on the lips.
“See you soon,” I replied cheekily,” boy.”
“See you soon, Mistress. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We clung together a minute more, kissing and basking in the comfort of the moment. He might walk out of my door and away from me temporarily, but I knew I had a dedicated sex slave. One who would do anything to get back to me as soon as he possibly could.
* * * *
I slept like a log that night. I was tired, I was happy and I was loved.
It was lonely as I woke in a cold bed the next morning, with only the lingering scent of Rob and our lovemaking to keep me company.
After a hearty breakfast, I decided to leave the hotel and walk. I walked down to the front, the smells that soothe me barely registering through my loneliness. Isn’t it strange how things can change so quickly? I thought to myself, I’ve lived alone for years, happy in my own company. One night with Rob had changed that. Suddenly I felt incomplete and desolate without him.
As I walked along the beach, the sand crunching ben
eath my feet, the wind whipping at my cheeks and carrying the smells of the sea to my nostrils, t I decided what to do. I had his address and I was sure he’d be finished on his big job. It was nearly lunchtime after all, and if he hadn’t? Well, I would just drive back to Scarborough. No harm, no foul.
I walked back to the hotel and jumped into my car. I punched his address into the Sat Nav and drove. I didn’t think, I didn’t feel. I barely even smelled the plastic friendliness of my car as I drove. I was amazed by how quickly the two hours passed. I drew up outside his address, behind a van. When I got out of the car and moved to knock at the little terraced house’s red door, I saw the van had Rob’s details emblazoned along the side. He was in.
I hesitated only a second before knocking. I needed him.
“Kelly?” When he opened the door his face showed confusion. I drank in the light, clean smell of his home and the familiar scent of his body. “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come here to fuck you.” I announced and walked into his arms and his house. My lips found his and suddenly my senses returned. I heard the thud as he pushed the door shut and I felt his hand clamp down onto my arse after it was free. I smelt metal and damp from his work overalls, combined with floor polish and masculinity as we turned round and round into his living room. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw his looking back at me.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” he gasped between kisses.
“I was just thinking about you.”
I reached my hand between us and felt the bulge under his overall.
“Yes, I can tell,” I chuckled hoarsely as I stroked him. He hardened further under my touch.
I began to pull at buttons and he ran a hand under my t-shirt. His fingers burned their heat into my skin, the memory of his touch etching itself there for later recollection. I pulled the last button free and shook the overall off his shoulders. He was clothed beneath it, and I murmured in frustration against his lips, which were still fastened to mine. We could not make them part for more than a few seconds before they stuck together again, like soft, plump magnets.
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