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12/30/2021 7:56 am

A Night of Firsts, Part Six: Being Broken in and Breaking the Bed

You did not throw me on the bed in your bedroom and use me like I expected and hoped. You did not simply bend me over, penetrate me, take me, make me your slut however you wanted. You kissed me instead, and I wondered if there might not be a God who answered prayers after all. I wondered if this thought were sacrilege, and then you were running your hands up my body, fingers on the straps of my garters, kissing me, as every nerve in my body was attuned to the light touch of your skin—

“Here,” you said, positioning me.

I was so lost in the rich, heady drug of your sex that I did not at first understand, but then you turned me around and I forced my eyes open. You had positioned me in front of a full-length mirror. I saw myself, lost in lust, my dress a mess, gasping as your hands ran all over my body.

You kissed me behind my ear, gently, nibbling my earlobes, as your hands went behind me, unzipping the back of my dress and slipping it off of my shoulders, sliding it down past my waist—

That’s me in the mirror! I thought, with what little awareness I had left. I felt your hands on me. And then my dress came off and you threw me on the bed, and you didn’t stop, you kept running your hands on me—

“Turn around,” you said. As an obedient girl, I did what you told me. When I did, I heard you breathe in and whisper to yourself that’s a damn fine ass. I felt your hands touching me, and then you had unhooked my bra and I slipped my arms out of the straps and left it on the floor. I could barely breathe and my heart was jackhammering in my chest.

I was naked except for the black lace choker and garter belt and stockings and heels, and you stroked my thigh gently. In the mirror, I could see your reflection staring down at my ass. “Baby girl,” you said, your hands on me, “I want to break you in right.”

I pressed my body on yours, bare, my skin against you. You kissed me deeply and gently touched me between my legs, your fingers firm on my penis and I bit my lip in ecstasy.

“Honey,” you said, breathing on the base of my neck, “you’re a virgin, so I’m going to go slow with you at first. I am going to take my time with you, and break you in carefully. You’re a beautiful, sexy little thing, and I want to have you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s okay if you hurt me,” I said, my eyes closed and leaning back into your warmth.

“I love that you say that, but I want your first time with a man to be amazing,” you said. “You’re beautiful and I’m sure you’re going to find some other man after me, but I’ll be your first and I want to train you how you should be.”

I bit my lip, unsure what to say, as you gently but firmly squeezed me between my legs, your rough hand taking hold of me, and I closed my eyes. “I only ever want to be with you.”

You kissed me on the base of my neck and I could feel your smile. My heart fluttered; all I wanted to do was make you happy, and then your hands were on me, roughly, and you told me: “Take of my shirt.”

I unbuttoned your shirt, a good girl doing what she was told, and held you as you pulled your arms out of the sleeves. Your chest was bare, strong and hairy, underneath.

“Take off my pants and boxers,” you whispered in my ear, your hands on me, and I obeyed. I unbuttoned your jeans, slid your zipper down, my fingers tracking the line of you bulging cock through your boxers and I almost lost control with the touch of your , the size of your cock, the sheer amazing fact that you were allowing me to be a girl for you and to undress you. I saw without amazement, somehow, that I had left a ring of lipstick on the base of your penis, just below the thick thatch of your pubic hair, and the sight of your full erection left me disoriented, crazy for you, wondering, asking myself: how did I ever fit that goddamn giant thing in my mouth at all? He’s fucking huge

I felt your fingers trace through my hair, and I looked up at you. Almost watching myself at a distance, I giggled: “I left some lipstick on your coc”

You smiled, and said: “That’s okay. We’ll get cleaned up, afterwards.”

I pulled your jeans and boxers down off of you, as you shifted your hips of free them. You ran your fingers through my hair and I took the time to kiss my way down the calves of your legs, taking your socks off and I almost lost it then and , kissing your ankles, kissing your feet, the enormity of the fact that you were now naked almost destroying me. I felt my stockings, the ones I had bought in person in hopes of pleasing you, like they were heavy chains, like they were weights holding me down, and I reached up to take them off—

“No,” you said, your hand on me, roughly. “Leave your stockings and heels on. They’re sexy as .”

“How do you want me?” I asked. I was panting, begging.

“I want you to sit in my lap at first. I’m going to lower you onto me, so we can start out slow. I want you to take deep breaths as I enter you, and if it gets to be too much, just say so and I’ll slow down. I need to keep my hands clean so I can hold you up, so take that bottle of lube from the nightstand and make sure my cock is good and slick.”

You sat on the bed, your giant cock standing straight up at attention. I did as I was told and make you slick, ready to enter me, and then you took me by my arms and had me straddle you, facing you, my stockings and heels against your legs. I felt the head of your cock pressing against my boy pussy, hard and hard and eager, and I lowered myself until I could feel you start to penetrate me.

You were so much bigger than any of my toys I had had in me, and I closed my eyes and bit my lip. “You’re so tight, baby girl,” you whispered to me, your hands moving down my hips to push me slowly, gently down. “Deep breaths. Relax your bottom. There we go. Oh, yeah.”

It hurt, it hurt so deliciously that I almost couldn’t stand it. I leaned forward and buried my face in the hollow of the base of your neck as I felt you slip your cock past my sphincter, into my ass, and then your shaft slowly, inexorably sinking into me and I had never felt so alive and happy and horny.

“I’m halfway in you, baby girl,” you said, and I leaned back and looked in your eyes and I relaxed my legs even more, taking your entire length into me, your whole hardness balls-deep into me. I could feel your thick, rough pubic hair tickling my perineum, your steady hands holding me, and then you lifted me up and lowered me again onto your cock again. I bit my lip and shifted my hips, the pain of penetration slowly transforming into a deep heat, a deep burning need that seared me from my toes to the top of my head, as you rocked me up and down on you, your erect manhood coming almost all the way out of me with each stroke and plunging into me.

“That’s good, baby girl,” you said, taking me, your hands tight on my hips, controlling me, lifting me up and down on you, your hips thrusting in time with each stroke, as the all-encompassing heat and lust built up in me. I could not think of anything but your glorious cock going in and out of me and I moaned, unable to help myself, lost in a libidinous dream.

All of a sudden it was over, you were lifting me up off of your cock and kissing me, and I opened my eyes. “Did you finish?” I asked.

“No. But I’ve got you broken in and I can give you a real fucking. Now I want you on your hands and knees on the bed.”

I did as you told me, getting on my hands and knees, ready to taken from behind. You positioned me in front of the mirror and I could see myself panting, wanting, needing, and then you were behind me with your hands on me and you entered me again, your giant cock slipping easily into my ass. I tossed my head to get my hair out of my eyes, and then you started banging me, hard, not gently, but wonderfully rough, grabbing me by the hips and ramming yourself into me so hard that I could hear your hips smack against my ass and feel your balls against me with every stroke.

“Oh, yeah, ,” you said, panting. Your slipped off my waist, slick with sweat, and you grabbed the back of my garter belt to keep me under control. I was working with you know, pushing my ass back onto your cock in time with your thrusts, panting and gasping and my body on fire for you.

I heard a pop and felt my garter belt break, and then you were grabbing my hair, pulling my neck back to you, leaning forward to kiss me as you plundered me, and then leaning back to give me a good, hard pounding with your hot heavy meat and I gasped in time with each stroke.

You pulled out of me, panting, and I couldn’t speak at all. “Face down, ass up,” you said, almost choking, and lifted me bodily and threw me on top of my dress on the bed before mounting me and taking me again. Your whole body was sliding against me, my legs spread, your hand on top of my head, the other on my neck and all at once I couldn’t resist it any more, the lust exploding in me as I came so hard that I almost blacked out, my body quivering against you, my ass squeezing around your cock, screaming your name over and over and over again.

I felt you come inside me, ramming your cock as deep in me as you could, pouring your cum into me. I heard the mirror fall off the wall and hit the ground with a heavy thud and I was gasping, panting, slowly relaxing, as you breathed heavily on top of me, your penis slowly relaxing inside of me.

“My god, baby, you’re a good ,” you said, panting. I giggled, and you pulled out of me, a line of your cum running down from my asshole to tickle the inside of my thigh. “I think we broke the bed, though.”

The bed was off-kilter, somehow. “Holy cow, we made a mess,” I said, looking around. “My dress is covered in cum.” My garter belt was torn and my stockings were in ruins. Totally worth , I thought, and giggled again.

You kissed me, laughing softly, and cleaned me up with a hand towel. I took the towel from you and cleaned your penis off gently, drying you, and then kissing you bac “We’ll wash that in the morning,” you said, your hand stroking my ass again, and everything was perfect.

~~

As I lay naked in bed next to you, listening to the sound of your gentle breathing and savoring the feel of your sleeping hand cupping my small breast, I thought about all of the things I had done for the first time that night. I had finally gone out in public as a , and I had passed with no problems. I got finger fucked on the dance floor after giving you my panties on demand, something I had never even dreamed could be possible. I had gone down on you, giving you the blowjob I had fantasized about, and swallowing your cum, something else I had never done before. And then you made me your , giving me a gentle lovemaking at the start to break me in and then an ass-pounding that was so hard I probably had bruises like trophies from your hands on my hips.

I smiled to myself in the darkness as I felt you shift against me in bed, your cock growing hard in your sleep. I hoped you were having good dreams about me.

I knew I was going to be dreaming about this night forever.

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