A Night of Firsts, Part Six: Being Broken in and Breaking the Bed
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Posted:Dec 30, 2021 7:56 am
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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.
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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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A Night of Firsts, Part Five: The Eternity Between Lust and Sex
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Posted:Dec 28, 2021 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Dec 29, 2021 5:40 am 10778 Views
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The ride to your house was both endless and over too soon: I loved how you kept looking over at me as you drove, hungrily, as if trying to feel me all over with your eyes, but at the same time your hands were firm on the wheel and in control. I felt an electric charge run through me at the thought: you were in control, you were in charge of me, you were going to have me however you wanted to have me. I remembered all the porn videos I used to watch, imaging myself being the one being used and held down and fucked, and I thought: finally, it’s my turn!
“Here we are,” you said, after a short eternity, and pulled into a driveway in front of a warm, inviting house. The car tires crunched on gravel in the driveway as you parked and stopped the engine.
I reached for the door handle, but you shook your head. “Stay in the car for a moment.”
Obediently, my hand returned to my lap.
You stepped out of the car, and stood by my door for a moment as I wondered, and then after a second you opened it and I stood up into your arms as a car rounded the curve behind us, headlights flashing our direction.
“I—” I started, unsure.
As the headlights of the car on the road lit us up, with me in your arms, you lifted the back of my dress to show my naked, bare ass to the world and then you slapped my bottom, hard, my cheeks quivering under your hand. I gasped in surprise and unexpected pain and then someone was yelling out of the window of the passing car WOOHOO NICE ASS CHICK FUCK THAT HARD DUDE! WOOHOO! and then the car had passed, leaving us in the shadows again.
You let my dress slip back down over me and my heart was pounding.
“I figured, this is a college town, even chances this will make their spank bank tonight,” you said, holding me in your arms.
“Oh, my god,” I said. “You just spanked me in front of . . . who? Who was that? Who just looked at my ass? Do you know who that was?”
“I dunno,” you said, smiling, and I felt like I should have been angry, but all I wanted to be was yours to use, and if this was how you wanted to use me . . . I would have let you do anything, anything to me at all, and my heart skipped a beat as your hands moved over my body. My dress, sticky with cum, clung to my body, and I wanted to get it off as fast as possible and then you were looking me in the eyes, your hand tracing the curves of my ass, running up and down the lines of my garters and I no longer cared who saw us at all.
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You unlocked the door of your house and it was warm and dark inside. Your hands were running all over the curves of my body and I could smell the scent of leather and wood smoke. I don’t what it is with me, but the smell and creak of leather drives me wild and wood smoke makes me think of men, strong men, men with strong arms and strong eyes, and my legs were weak as you led me into your house.
Maybe you had left the lights on low, expecting me to do what you wanted, or maybe you wanted darkness to cover the depraved things you were about to do to me. I wanted that. I licked my lips, savoring the memory of your cock sliding past them, savoring the memory of the taste of your rock hard erection, and I thought: I had never sucked dick before this night. I loved it, I want you in me, I want you to use my body, I want you to make me your garbage, your trash, because that’s all I’m good for—
“Welcome home, baby girl,” you said, your hands on me under my dress. We were in some kind of living room or sitting room or kitchen or whatever the hell room because your hands had gone up my skirt, toying with my garter belt, toying with my stockings, and then you had a finger up my black lace choker and I didn’t care and I was moaning and I was begging and telling you I was trash, I was garbage, I was nothing but a filthy slut to be used and then you stopped and my heart stopped—
“No, baby,” you said. “You aren’t trash. My god, girl, you aren’t trash, you are beautiful.” You paused, kissing me with your hand up my dress as I wondered, and then you continued. “You are adorable.”
You kissed me, gently, honestly, stroking my hair, and I could barely believe the words that you were saying.
“You are a beautiful, sexy, fuckable, beautiful girl, and I didn’t take you to the club, or finger fuck you on the dance floor, or let that weird-ass goddamn bouncer get a look at your ass just because you’re trash. You are not trash, you are an absolutely, stunningly, amazingly beautiful woman, and I am the luckiest man in the world, to have you in my arms. You are worth your weight in gold.” You swallowed, as if overcome with emotion, and if there had been any parts of my heart left that you did not own, I would have given them to you however you wanted them.
“I—” my eyes were filled with tears. I could not speak.
“You did a very, very good thing for me, back there in my car,” you said, your hand resting gently on my bare bottom, and I put my hands on your chest. I could feel your heart pounding. “You were a good girl for me then, and now, I’m going to be a good man for you.” You paused, and I could feel your chest rising with each breath.
My knees buckled, and you caught me as I could no longer stand up. You were standing and holding me against you and you had tears in your eyes and I would have done anything, anything at all that you told me to, but your strong hands on me took me, held me to you, and told me what to do.
“This way,” you said, as you led me to your bedroom.
To be continued . . .
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A Night of Firsts Part Four: A Slut in his Car and a Mess in my Dress
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Posted:Dec 27, 2021 12:58 pm
Last Updated:Dec 28, 2021 4:32 pm 11022 Views
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You led back from the dance floor to the door. Without my panties on I had to hold my purse in front of to hide my erection, but then we were outside into the cool darkness past the doorman and the line of people looking my body and it didn’t matter anymore. Then you were opening the door of your car for , and I slid in, my skirt riding up almost to my waist. I felt trashy and cheap and slutty and I wanted you to use and I didn’t care if anyone saw us.
“My god, ,” you said, from the driver’s seat, looking at hungrily. “I don’t know if I can make it all the way home with you being that sexy right there.”
You leaned over, kissed me, and slid your hand between my legs, stroking my penis as I arched my back and moaned, almost at orgasm, and then you pulled back, panting.
“Shit, I’m about to come in my pants like a schoolboy,” you said, hoarsely.
“Don’t do that,” I said. “Let me take care of you.”
I leaned over to you, unbuckling your belt as you pushed your seat back to give me room, and then I was unbuttoning your jeans and unzipping your fly, my hands moving on you out of hunger and instinct. I could feel my heart pounding as you caressed my hair and I wanted nothing more than I had ever wanted anything than to have your rock hard cock in my mouth and pleasure you until you came.
“Oh, god, ,” you moaned, shifting your hips so I could pull your jeans and boxers down, and then, there was your cock, right in front of , and the smell of your sex was intoxicating. I whimpered with desire, running my fingertips down the length of you, as part of my mind wondered: can I even fit that in my mouth? He’s huge!
I kissed the tip of your rock hard penis and spread my lips, drawing you into my mouth, as you groaned in pleasure and gently pushed down of the back of my head. I opened as wide as I could to take you in and it hurt at first, it hurt because your cock was so goddamn big, but even the hurt felt like wonder and love and the most erotic, the most sexual thing that could have even happened to me. The taste of your manhood and pre were a drug, going to my head, and I whimpered in intense pleasure as I gently and lightly touched the inside of your thigh to feel the muscles in your body quiver.
I moved my lips down on your shaft, massaging the crown of your penis with the back of my tongue, down, back up, down again, finding a good stroke with my lips and my mouth and my hands on you, and as you groaned in pleasure I forced myself to take you all the way into , deep throating you until I could bury my nose in your thick black pubic hair.
See, I can take his cock in my mouth, I thought. He fits in perfectly!
I could feel your hand running down my back, my dress, and your finger slipping into my ass while you gently brushed my hair with your other hand, and I came up, off of your cock to run my lips and tongue on your balls just to see if they tasted any different. I was panting, heart pounding, and I took you in my mouth again and deep throated you to leave a ring of lipstick around your cock.
“Oh jesus I’m coming, I’m coming,” you moaned and I sucked on your cock harder as you exploded into my mouth, shooting a huge load of into that I swallowed, savoring every drop, loving every bit of your in my mouth and then I couldn’t take it any longer and I orgasmed, I came with your wet cock in my mouth and your finger in my asshole and it was even better than I could have dreamed of being, better than anything I could have hoped for, and better than anything I could have imagined.
“My god,” you panted, “you even swallow.”
“I didn’t want to make a mess in your car,” I tried to say, but I was breathing too heavily, still overcome with desire.
“Here,” you said, taking a paper napkin from the glove compartment and wiping my chin. “ bit of .”
I giggled. “I made a mess in my dress, though,” I panted.
“You came from sucking my cock?” you asked, as if wonderingly.
“Is that weird?”
“No. It’s adorable and awesome. You are awesome. My god, , you’re like the perfect date.”
“I get drunk easy and I put ?” I asked. “Well, I mean, it’s true, I guess I do.”
“No,” you said, looking and stroking my hair. “It’s more than that. You’re adorable, and you love being a good for and doing good things for . It comes through.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said the thing I could think of. “I really enjoyed that.”
“Going down on ?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. Except for the wet spot in my dress, I felt adorable, sexy, and beautiful, and it was all because of the way you were looking at . “When you were in my mouth . . . when you were stroking my hair and calling your , and then when you came and I swallowed your . . . I felt like I was being a good for you.”
“You are a very, very good ,” you said, leaning over and kissing on the mouth. For a moment I was afraid you wouldn’t want to kiss me again after you came in my mouth, but your tongue parted my lips and made everything perfect. “You know, for someone ’d never even been kissed by a man before tonight, you give great head.”
I giggled. “I watch porn to learn techniques.”
You started the engine of your car. “We better get out of here before that bouncer comes over and tries to steal another your ass,” you said. I had completely forgotten about the outside world, so overcome with desire for you.
“Where are we going now?” I asked, bunching the wet spot in my dress up to keep it away from my skin.
“My place. So I can take my time with you and fuck you properly.”
My heart started pounding again and I licked my lips, hoping for a lingering trace of the taste of your cock.
“I want that,” I said.
To be continued . . .
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