“I shouldn’t be doing this”
This is what I kept telling myself during the cab ride to this place. But now that the cab is gone and I’m here, the knot in my stomach feels more real. What’s more, the building I am looking up at is nice. I knew rich people could do this but I had never thought that somehow by the twist of fate, I’d be participating in something like this.
I don’t know why, but my feet carried me to the apartment I was supposed to report at. I could hear the music from out here. I was told to knock once, and wait. So I did
“I shouldn’t be doing this”
My inner self tells me yet again but I push the thought down by reminding myself how much I am getting paid for this.
Just when I had pushed the thought down, the door swings open and I come face to face with a beautiful woman; dark eyes, red lips and a black dress. Her expression turns from joy to curiosity. It’s clear she expected something else, and I wasn’t it.
“You’re not a performer”
Are her first words. My hands go into my jacket pocket and I bring out a card that’s supposed to show my identity
“I’m- I’m here for the um…. Virgin… experience…?”
“You’re not even pretending…”
The woman observes
“I-I’m real, I’m not-”
“What’s your name?”
She cuts me off
“Lucas”
The woman begins to adjust my jacket collar as she speaks
“Lucas.. I don’t care why you’re here. I care about what you do *now* that you’re here”
I swallow hard and peek behind her at the raging party
“Is this… part of it? The crowd?”
“They’re not for you”
The woman replies with a smile
“*I* am”
Then she steps aside
“Shoes off. Don’t keep me waiting”
And she walks away. I hesitate for a bit. Then my shoes come off and the door clicks shut behind me.
Now that I am inside. I could see that the women here were all older than me. They all look at me and I felt like being *watched*, read, observed, ready to be devoured
“Who is this pretty little thing?”
One of them asks and the woman says
“Just a boy playing dress up. And he’s mine”
The women hoot and the party continues as the leading woman grabs my hand and takes me to the bedroom, locking it behind me.
The woman was already upon me the moment I turned around
“Alright Lucas, why don’t you tell me why you’re really here”
She takes my hand and brings me to the bed where we both sit
“I just needed the money…. I thought it would be very straight forward with a script and everything”
The woman’s lips curl up in something between a grin and a smile.
“How about I double what they’re paying you… and in return… you surrender to me”
“Surren-”
“No scripts, no safe word. Just me… and you”
I stand there dumbfounded, not believing what I had just heard
“I…-”
“Shh… you don’t have to say anything. I already know”
She comes closer and closer as she speaks and finishes her sentence with a whisper in my ear where be gently bites before pulling away.
“Take off your jacket”
Her tone is hushed, intimate. I obey, cleanly resting it on a chair.
I turn around just in time to have the woman hold my face and kiss me deeply, her tongue invades my mouth and takes whatever I had, and then some. I’m completely overwhelmed by this and all I can do in this moment is take whatever she’s giving. I moan into the kiss as my knees grow weak, the woman is a true master of kissing, at least that’s what I think, not like I have a list of kisses to compare it to.
When she finally pulls away I am putty in her hands with my mouth slightly ajar, wanting more and panting to catch my breath.
“Aw was I too much for you?”
She says to tease and I swallow to respond
“I-I’m fine”
“You better be”
She responds as she goes into my neck and takes a long whiff as if inhaling the aroma of a meal before diving in to eat. As she pulls away, she leaves a wet kiss on my neck, causing me to tilt it to give her more access which she takes readily. She pulls onto my shirt until eventually pulling away entirely to take my shirt off altogether. She gives me a once over and nods
“You’ll do”
She says and closes the distance between us to kiss all over my neck and shoulder, leaving hickeys and bites in her wake. As she does that, she begins to undo my pants and I hesitate for a bit but she shoves my hand away to undo my pants and drops them, making them pool at my feet.
She then steps away to properly look at me in my birthday suit
“Hm… not bad Lucas, not bad at all”
She then kneels in front of me to come face to face with my cock. She inspects it for a bit before she wraps her hand around it to begin stroking me
“Ruin my dress and I’ll make you pay for it”
She says as she strokes my cock, fondling my balls as she works to judge how to handle me to keep me on my toes, she plays around with the speed as well as the grip until-
“Fuck… I’m close”
And she immediately stops
“Not yet. I’ll have you beg me to let you cum.”
She stands back up and turns around, tucking her hair away
“Take off my dress”
She commands but I am too busy getting entranced by the smoothness of her skin and the vulnerability of her neck. She is quick to bring me back to reality though by snapping her fingers in front of my face
“Take off my dress, I’m not going to ask again”
Her tone is a bit harsh, like she knows I don’t have any other choice but to obey her. Which I do.
I am completely on autopilot now and my inner self is quiet. All I can feel now is a dry throat, remnants of her kiss, and the smell of her perfume.
The dress is off and now the woman whose name I don’t even know, stands before me in just her panties. I find myself looking at her top to bottom, my gaze lingering on her tits which she seems to have noticed, as she begins to play with them
“They’re nice aren’t they?”
All I can do is nod through my dry throat, which is the result of panting like a damn dog with my mouth open, each breath in reminds me of her taste though, which is nice.
“Do you want to touch them?”
“…C-…can I?”
My hands began to move on their own and she smacks one away
“Beg”
Without considering anything else, I go
“Please let me touch your tits”
She laughs lightly and tilts her head in amusement before she steps closer and turns around, leaning into me. The skin on skin contact has me going nuts and the feeling of being overwhelmed takes over again but this time I knew to recognize it so I hold it off.
Then I experience my first time touching a woman’s tits. They’re very soft and firm at the same time. It’s a weird feeling and I like it. The woman writhes against me, her one hand going to the back of my head and tucking at my hair.
I seemed to have crossed a limit I shouldn’t have, as the woman creates distance between us and shakes her head no
“It’s not about you, you know. It’s about me. My bachelorette party”
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry”
I say immediately and she clicks her tongue
“It’s okay Lucas”
Her tone soft and caring
“The important thing is that you understand…. I suppose a reward is in order”
She kneels before me and takes my hard cock into her mouth without warning and begins to blow me. She takes my whole cock down her throat and holds it there before pulling away entirely to catch her breath while she strokes me. She sticks her tongue out and rests the tip there, peeks up and winks at me before deep throating me again, this time however, I feel her finger teasing my asshole, eventually it gets pushed in and I can’t help but moan. She begins to finger me as well as blow me. Her intention must have been to make me cum, and she succeeds too. I reach my first orgasm of the night right in her mouth. The intensity had been such that it makes me sit down on the chair behind me as the woman revels in the taste of my cum.
“Holy shit”
I say panting as she wipes her mouth.
“The night’s just begun, Lucas”
She says and gets up to go to the bed
“Come”
I stand up and she stops me
“Ah ah-…. crawl”
She then leans back and spreads her legs as she watches me crawl up to the bed and between her legs
“Let’s see if you impress”
I swallow hard as I look at her pussy and go in without thinking much, hoping my primal instincts will guide me. But alas, they don’t. The woman had to guide me towards her pleasure spots and I had to fight to keep my tongue moving. I make a mental note of strengthening my tongue with movement, but it’s just a fleeting afterthought which gets swept away by the taste of her juices. I eat her out, however my virgin ass could until she pushes me away, having had enough of my untrained attempts to pleasure her. She doesn’t look disappointed which I guess is a win for me, at least I tried.
“Up”
Is the next command and I obey
“Get on the bed”
I sit and she pushes me back, straddling me
“Remember what I said about you surrendering it to me? Its time. And I won’t be holding back…. Say it”
I try to swallow down my nervousness
“I…”
“I can’t hear you”
“I surrender. Take me however you wish”
Fuck it. Let’s see what happens.
And happens it does as the woman takes my cock into herself and begins to ride me. She starts off slow at first to perhaps let me adjust to the feeling but little did I know that it was herself who was adjusting to said feeling.
She then begins to move, she grinds at first, her body moving oh-so-seductively as she touches herself, moaning softly and running her hands in her hair before she turns it up a notch by starting to bounce on me. She then leans forward and hugs my head and begins to fuck me hard and fast. It doesn’t take long for me to cum, this time I couldn’t announce it like before as the sex itself was too intense for me to say anything else other than moan.
I had cum but the woman doesn’t stop riding me, she keeps going without losing much momentum, her hands go in my hair and grab them. The overstimulation causes me to scream out loud but she still doesn’t stop. No safe words, no scripts. I cum again. And I think she did as well, since her moans had become louder. She stops to ride the orgasm high and I take this moment to rest my weary cock.
The woman sits up from her position and runs her hands in her hair which is quickly becoming one of my favorite things a woman can do during sex.
After this little resting period the woman and I go a couple more sessions of mind bending sex, each time better than the last one. I swear her stamina is off the charts!
By the time my cock stops responding, the party outside has died down and the woman seems exhausted as well. We sleep in each other’s arms for the night.
Next morning I am woken up by the cleaners, everyone was gone and I was the only one left. With this realization I came to understand that I might never see that woman again, and I hold my head in my hands as I regret not even asking for her name. She will forever be my first.
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Thank you for reading. This one is a bit longer than others but I think it deserved the length. Like always, feedback is appreciated.
Cheers.
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