by Gia Star
I ate that pussy whilst I gently flicked in and around her hard clit until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers trembled as she surrendered.
“Luke… Luke… Luuuuuke!” Her legs quaked. She flooded the back of my tongue with every ounce of her sweet cunt, and I held her firmly with my arms on either side of her thighs. I soothed her with gentle squeezes as she came down from the release.
“How do you feel?” I asked, kissing my way back up her body.
She feverishly reached for my face and pulled me to her lips, kissing herself off my tongue. Then spread her legs, and reached down.
“I need you inside me. Now.”
I aligned myself with her teasing wetness, sliding myself up and down her body. The head of my cock brushed up and down her wet slit. It was ripe. I started to push my shaft into her tight, begging cunt. I felt her inhale as she took every inch of me.
She gasped, as I pressed my manhood against her hymen, the beautiful, raw discomfort to take every inch of me keeping her on edge with anticipation.
Her body pushed against me, hips wriggling to make me move faster. I steadied myself, and leaned down to kiss her.
“I want this to be special for you.”
She moaned and kissed me harder.
“… And me. This is new to me.”
“Sex isn’t new to you.”
“Making love is.”
I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. As if torched by my honest confession, she hooked her legs around me and squeezed. I gasped as I felt the first tear of her entrance, the head of my cock starting to slide past that small opening she’d made.
“I can take it,” she begged. “I crave you… I want this. I want you. I want to feel you break my walls. I need you to be inside me, Luke. Fuck me. Make love to me. Let’s do both. Whatever you want. It’s all yours. Just… take me.”
What can you say when a beautiful woman begs you, and pleads for your sexual mercy because she wants to feel you fuck her into oblivion?
You can’t say anything. You only do what she asks, give in to her request so she’s left satisfied.
I pushed in, silently moving inch by inch, careful not to lose control and just slam past the remnants of her hymen. With every inch that moved in, she moved with me, crooning to the tune of my rhythm, our rhythm, as our bodies became one.
“Are you all the way in?” She asked.
“Almost.”
“What’s taking so long?” She had the nerve to sound impatient.
“Baby, I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“Fuck that.” She wrapped those legs around me and thrust me forward so fast and smooth, all I could do was gasp. She winced, and her legs released, dropping to both sides of me.
“You’re wild.” I shook my head, moving ever so slowly. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, you were just taking too long.” she said. “Keep fucking me… it’s starting to feel good.”
At first, she was happy to simply lie back and let me stroke her, which I did effectively.
I rotated my hips as I went in and out. I wanted her to feel everything, activate every inch of her walls. Our fingers interlocked with one another, and I felt that heart to heart connection Mexican love songs seemed to croon about.
With every stroke, she seemed to stir further and further to life, moaning and pleading. Then her hips began to move, helping my cock push into her was it rocked back and forth into her walls.
“How does it feel?” She asked.
“Fucking wonderful,” I groaned. “I can’t fucking believe you feel this good.”
She moaned and pushed her hips up. “Keep going, baby. Keep fucking me. Take it all…”
She broke one of her hands away and used it to caress the sweat off my face. I wished to Heaven we had the lights on, because I would have given anything to look in her eyes.
“Hold up,” she said. She pushed me back, and I sat up. I felt one side of the bed sink. As if reading my mind, she turned on the lights, her fiery gaze intense with lust. She licked her lips, wanton and desirous and turned on all fours. Only her cunt was facing me. It was slick and wet, almost sloppy wet.
“I want you to take me, completely…”
She lowered her chest to the mattress, sweet ass tooted up high in the air like an offering of love. She was offering herself to me in sacred doggystyle, the freakiest of sex positions.
I was a sucker for a beautiful ass ready to mount, so I moved forward, and positioned my head at the entrance, my cock ready to enter her temple and worship.
I gently massaged her slit with my throbbing cock. Getting her used to the sensation, before slowly introducing the tip back into her tight cunt.
Inch by inch, my shaft was embedded into the virgin pussy.
“Oooooou.” She moaned, pushing her hips against me, working to match the rhythm of his stroke.
My hands were either side of her beautiful ass. Once I had full penetration, I reached for her perky breasts so I could caress them whilst I fucked her from behind.
I started off slow, wanting her to take her time and experience the magic of the sensations, but she had other plans.
She swung to and fro, and her dark locks riveted down her back, cascading with a staccato rhythm that matched every pump. I removed my right hand from her breast and gathered her hair in one hand, tugging gently just once - I loved to pull hair - before pushing it all to one side.
I wanted to see her, connect with her expressions as she surrendered to the uncanny sensation of being fucked for the first time.
Being sheathed in her cunt gave me the experience of feeling tightness I’d never before known. There weren’t any words to express how indescribably sweet and nasty this was. I was fucking the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen - one of the most ravishing, intelligent ever - in a cheap hotel with a hole I’d punched in a wall. She was loving it. I was loving it.
There was nothing remarkable about being in the middle of nowhere, in a $50 room, especially not for someone’s virginity. But there was nothing - and I mean nothing - that could fuck up the beauty of this moment.
As every second passed, my hands returned to her hips, pulling her cunt deep onto my shaft. My balls bounced wildly against her clit as I started to fuck her hard. The pleasure hit her center, taking her off balance until she dug deeper in her downward dog, wet, open and anchored, crying out for me openly, wantonly, and screaming her way to the top of her orgasm.
When she came, she crashed like a wave against me. So hard, so deep, so wet, she sounded like a succubus released from her cage.
She slowed down, but that took me over the edge. Waves of orgasmic heat sent the pressure skyrocketing up inside of me, and I held nothing back as I grunted, roared, and hollered in release. Yes. Yes. Oh fucking yes. My seed pushed through my shaft, spurting deeply, shooting straight past her walls and to her cervix.
When I was done, we collapsed next to each other. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her lips, her nose, her forehead. Caressing her hair, sexy wavy ribbons of dark chocolate, and moving it out of her face, I looked into her sleepy blue eyes to see her satisfaction.
“Now that we’re done… what are you thinking?”
“That I waited too long,” she said, yawning.
“Too long?” I asked, in disbelief. “At least you’re in your twenties, that’s not a moment too soon.”
“I should have fucked you from the moment I first laid eyes on you,” she said. “If I knew then, what I knew now, then I’d have known waiting this long… was just sinful.”
My heart stopped, and I was left speechless. Mouth suddenly feeling dry, I kissed her forehead and grabbed my jeans.
“I need a Gatorade,” I explained, even though she didn’t ask. “You want anything?”
“Gatorade’s fine.” She yawned again, and curled her body up in a way that let me know she’d probably be asleep before I returned.
“Okay love,” I said, kissing her lips one more time. “I’ll b
e back.”
“Luke?” She whispered.
“Yes?” I turned so our eyes met.
"Don't be long.” She had this remarkably sexy, hungry gleam in her eye. "I'll be waiting."
Kara
I gripped the pillow under me. Luke’s tongue masterfully swirled around my clit, sucked it between his lips, forcing me to grit my teeth in an effort to fight the orgasm that was coming.
“Stop holding back.” His muscular, tatted arms gripped my thighs tighter. “Cum all over my mouth so I can suck up your juices.”
“Oh god… I’m cumming.” I wailed in surrender as my legs jerked open. They trembled as pleasure ripped me in two. I came so hard the climax flooded the bed with another round of wetness. These sheets were done.
“You’re literally the definition of wet and wild.” Luke leaned over, his forehead sweating as he kissed me, giving me the opportunity to taste myself from his lips. “You good?”
“I’m never using my vibrator again.” I yawned and released a sigh of total body relaxation. Luke chuckled, and I felt the terrain of his large hand ride low on my spine, causing me to shiver in contentment. I crooned a low moan and ended it with a small, indulgent smile.
I was floating on air. My muscles had never felt more delicious or relaxed, and my mind had been washed clean of reason. All I knew was the buttery softness of floating on air, in a place where nothing mattered except the present.
“Glad to know you really enjoyed yourself.” Luke’s tone held a sense of relief, as if he were holding his breath and waiting for me to curse the experience.
“Oh, yes…” I sighed. “It was perfect.”
I remember how geeked Maddie was when she lost her virginity to Tryce. We’d gone to the mall, purchased a lacy pale pink babydoll and fishnets, and then ran to Bath and Body Works for some Night-Blooming Jasmine body splash.
“I want to look soft as fuck, yet smell sinfully good,” she grinned. “Angelic Sinfulness… that’s my alter ego tonight.”
All of that work, including a well-crafted lie about spending the night at my place, only to groan the next day that he’d been awkward. He fumbled to the point that by the time he actually got inside, he came less than three minutes later.
“Was it worth it?” I asked her.
“Girl, wait.” She rolled her eyes in disgust. “I’m making him give me $100. I need my money back for that waste of time.”
Of course, Maddie being Maddie - and Tryce being Tryce - they tried again. The second time was much better because that’s when she pushed me to hurry up and “bust my cherry.”
At the time, I ignored her. Maddie’s flair for the dramatic and spontaneous wasn’t something I could afford to follow. God forbid I’d made a mistake and gotten pregnant or something. Mom and I had enough on our plates.
But last night with Luke?
I couldn’t help myself. There was no better time like the present.
There weren’t any awkward moments where he didn’t know where to put it, or he jammed himself in me mercilessly, forgetting my status. It wasn’t the most conventional first-time virginal story.
Luke touched me, gently, in all the right places. Tasted between my legs with a feverish desire until I trembled and came all over his lips. He did it all over again this morning, until I couldn’t do anything except melt into the sheets.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Almost eleven.”
“What time is checkout?”
“Eleven.”
We shared a laugh. I rolled over onto my tummy, gripping my pillow with one arm and him with another.
“Can we stay for another day?” I asked.
“Another day?”
“I just want more…”
“More what?”
“More you. I want more of you. I want to savor this moment, the ecstasy of having you inside me, sending me over the edge, severing my senses from reality.”
I was bold but honest. The hours were winding down until I was going to be in Antonio’s captivity. I feared the worst. I needed to experience as much erotic oblivion as possible in order to make it through - to attempt to survive - indentured captivity.
Being next to him in the afterglow, coming down? This was that salient point between consciousness and ecstasy, and I didn’t want to open my eyes and break the spell.
This was bliss. This was release.
This was my only hope for an enjoyable love life.
Luke never responded. I opened my eyes, breaking the relaxed trance I was in. He lay propped against the pillows, watching me. He was quiet, but the look in his fiery gaze revealed secrets that wouldn’t leave his lips.
His fingers reached out, carefully, and he gathered me against him. “You know we could really angry Antonio.”
“I don’t give a fuck.” Lust burned in my brain and through my loins. I reached toward him, my fingers yearning to touch his masculinity, which started to swell against my leg. “He’s not going to do anything but enslave me. Let him be angry.”
Luke started to protest, but his words were caught in his throat as I slithered down the sheets and engulfed him in the wet heat between my lips.
“One…” I slurped. “More…” I suckled the tip. “Day.” I pushed the length down my throat without hesitation. I even enjoyed the way the veins on his shaft throbbed as I gagged on him.
“Ugh… Fuck.” I could feel his hand find the top of my head, and I smiled in victory as he gasped, “You win.”
Luke
We spent another day holed up in La Quinta, sucking, tasting, and fucking each other with savage desire.
It was intense, feeling her tight walls wrap around me, pulling me into its velvet chamber, pulsating and massaging me. She was so good I wouldn’t have believed her to be a virgin had I not felt her maidenhead burst all over me.
Renewing wasn’t an issue. It was mid-week, and there weren’t any real visitors passing through this drain of a city.
Antonio and Steve? They were another story. I called Steve when he text, stepping outside for air to explain everything. I told him she was trying to make a road trip of the experience, and I needed a little more time.
He agreed to cover for me, but he also warned that I was pushing it.
“It’s four days now. Be careful.” His tone held an unspoken threat. It wasn’t him, it was Antonio. “He’s getting antsy and irritated. I can hold out for another day for you, but I can’t control him for long.”
I nodded, not realizing he couldn’t see me. “I appreciate it.”
“She must be something. You’ve never let a transport control you this long.” He paused and asked, hesitantly. “You’re not… sampling anything, are you?”
“Nah. Nothing like that.” I lied. “She’s just… she’s different. Pure. She has no idea what she’s up for.”
The sympathy in my language was evident, and Steve sighed. “You know that sensitive shit has no place in business, man.”
Steve and I shared birthdays only a couple of weeks apart. My birthday was July 17, his was July 28.
He was a firm Leo, proud, handsome, and arrogant. I was a Cancer, and he considered it to be a weakness because I was in tune with my emotions as opposed to being trapped in the confines of my masculinity. I wasn’t scared to put myself in the shoes of other people, or demonstrate sympathy.
Of course, there were things - gruesome things - that I’d come to see while being employed by Antonio. I knew the things he’d done to women, horrible things. But I’d also witnessed - and perhaps participated - in some of the unspeakable shit he’d done to men.
There were instances where I’d have to leave the room because despite how vile our enemies were, it made me sick to my stomach to watch.
Most of Antonio’s victims were men and women being punished because they couldn’t afford to pay back his favors. They were punished more severely when they attempted to escape. Punishment was most severe when they attempted to turn to the law. Antonio ran Al
buquerque. Underneath it all, he was the law.
During torture sessions, I’d gotten so sick I’d thrown up and have to leave the room. I lost my shit when I’d vomited and the victim was forced to lick it off the floor.
Steve knew I wasn’t overly sensitive. He hated some of the shit we’d seen - and had to do - too. He just knew my propensity to be empathic made me feel a sense of compassion for the victims. Those victims that we’d had to perform punishments and provide transports. He didn’t want me to become another casualty of Antonio’s viciousness should he feel I was betraying him.
Nothing I had seen would hold a candle to what would happen to me.
“Yeah, I got it man,” I said. “I’m going to reach out to him as soon as I have a chance. As a matter of fact, let me call him now. She’s sleeping, and I’ll let him know myself.”
I hung up and immediately dialed Antonio’s burner.
“Nephew.”
“Hey Tio.”
“How’s my boy?”
“I’m good, tio.” I felt my heart thump faster as my weight shifted from one foot to the other. “Listen, I just want to say I’m sorry. This trip is taking longer than expected.”
He didn’t say anything. The silence was deafening. He wanted an explanation.
“She’s not like the others. She’s… had special requests.”
“Requests?”
“Her family threw her a graduation party. She felt it really important to attend. She’s insistent on fulfilling the contract. She knows she can’t escape her end of the bargain. She just needed more time to say goodbye.”
“Fair. But that was over two days ago. I’m getting anxious, chico. I’ve been waiting on her for years. I’ve particular plans for this one.”
Raw and icy chills gripped my spine. It became clear to me in that moment that Kara would never be free again.
Antonio hadn’t sold her a contract of five years labor. He’d purchased Kara. He planned to have Kara added to his personal harem, his private collection.