First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(11)

“Lie on your stomach.”

I rolled over and let my legs hang off the bed. Had I become so obedient, so quickly? I forgot that as I felt him easing the plug out of my ass. As soon as it was free, he slipped a finger inside, pushing up my asshole and curling inside me. I shuddered and made a small sound, and he pushed another finger slowly into my pussy as he stoked his hand up and down my back.

“Now, tell me. How does that make you feel. Don’t lie to me.”

“It feels weird.”

I shuddered from the feeling of invasion, of being used. His fingers began to work, and I grew hot immediately, groaning as warmth flooded from my sex and spread all through my body. His other hand stroked my back, finally sliding up to squeeze my neck. There was a strength in his hands, but his touch was gentle and controlling all at once.

“It feels weird,” he mused. “Such an ugly little word. Tell me what you really feel.”

“It feels… good.”

My legs twisted together, trapping his hand as he slipped a second finger in my pussy. His pinky tickled my clit and I gasped, arching under his grip. The session last night left me ready to beg, but I refused to give in and plead for him.

“Your little cunt is so tight,” he said. “Money well spent.”

His fingers drew out of me and I gasped, curling up on the bed.

“What’s that? You want more?”

I started to nod before I stopped myself. Damn him.

“You do. Just say it.”

He leaned down over me, bringing his face close to mine. “Give in to your desire and I will show you a world of pleasure you cannot possibly imagine.”

I stared back, defiant. He made a small tut-tut sound.

“I can see I need to give you a little taste… and have a taste for myself. Roll over, and spread your legs.”

I hesitated.

“Now.”

I rolled onto my back and slid my legs apart. He moved over me and lowered himself between my thighs, resting on the floor, and brought his face to my sex. I could feel his hot breath on my most sensitive skin as he stared at me, the feeling of exposure building until I tried to close my legs and cover myself, and he stopped me with his hands on my thighs, and dipped down to drag his tongue over my folds, slowly. I whimpered and bit my lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring me. He could sense it anyway, I knew. He kissed my sex, moving his tongue all around, circling, teasing, tasting, pressing into my entrance before drawing back. I’d never been so wet in my life. I hugged myself and clenched my teeth to hold back the moans, soft little squeaks escaping anyway. I writhed on the bed and pressed my legs against his hands, trying to rub my thighs together.

Every time I edged onto a new plateau of pleasure he drew back, letting my sensations fade before driving them higher, and higher, beyond anything I had ever accomplished with my fumbling explorations with my fingers or a vibrator. Gasping for breath, I covered my mouth until he rose up and licked his wet chin.

“Now,” he said. “Now I leave you to this, and if you touch yourself you will be punished.”

“Don’t go,” I squeaked, aghast at my own voice. “Don’t leave me this way.”

He leaned over me. “What do you want?”

“Make me cum,” I croaked, desperate to touch myself, to end this sweet torture.

He grabbed my chin and made me face him. “You will bear my children. Do you understand? That is why I brought you here. To willingly accept my seed.”

My head swirled. Did he mean what I thought he meant? I didn’t care.

“Do it.”

“Say the magic word.”

“Please.”

He pushed me down, stood up, and began to disrobe. I had seen the male body before, but he was a flawless specimen, everywhere sculpted and perfected, and soon he was down to silk boxers. Beyond that, I had never seen. Never seen a fully naked man, never seen a cock. When I set eyes on his erection a wave of fear rolled through me. As it sprung free and he stood up. The size shocked me. I knew the details of course, but he was going to put that inside me? It was too big, I would never be able to take it all. Then he bent and took me by the arms, and turned me so I lay on my back, spread across the narrow bed. Moving over me, his weight pushed the mattress down. He knelt over me, straddling me, his cock jutting out proudly over my chest.

Leaning down, he took my wrists and lifted my arms so my hands rested next to my head. Then he dove in, his lips hot against my throat, grasping and sucking, his teeth sudden and sharp on my skin, drawing yet more gasps. He worked his way down over my breasts, tracing hot trails of soft wet kisses on my tender skin before he took my nipple in his mouth and sucked, hard. I sucked in a breath through my bit lip and closed my eyes. A chill ran through me as his cock brushed my belly.