His cock was bigger than she’d expected, over the webcam it had looked in proportion, just a nice size however now as he knelt between her spread thighs she wondered whether she’d be able to take him inside her, not even how much but just any and if she could … how much it would hurt?
It had started out innocently, like these things are want to do however things changed the first time he called her his “little slut”.
They’d flirted back and forth, she’d shown him hers when he showed her his.
However the reaction that had risen from her body as he said the words, his eyes watching her from afar as he stroked his shaft had chained something within her.
“Yes, sir.” The words had risen unbidden to her lips as she pulled aside the moist cotton of her underwear to obey his command.
Her body was already shaking with need as she watched him and he in turn watched as she slid one finger between the folds of her wetness.
Matching the tempo of his strokes as she plunged her finger in and out.
Remembering his command, she pressed another finger hard against the first and then inside, gasping as her body strained then gave way to allow both fingers inside.
Pain flared as she thrust her fingers deep inside, however tempered by the pleasure rising from within her, the mechanical sensation of finger fucking herself, the knowledge of him watching and the very visible effect it had on him and the knowledge that she was doing as he told her combined in a way that had her orgasm rushing to take hold.
Between gasps she suddenly remembered something from some porn she’d seen.
“Please Sir may I cum?” He voice was soft, unused to the words but filled with the need coursing through her body.
Surprise crossed his face but it lasted for only an instant, replaced with the hunger of his own need as he said the words that sent her over the edge.
“Cum for me little slut.”
She plunged her fingers deep inside as her body tensed hard, her orgasm rising like a tide within her, barely aware of the sight of his cum shooting from his cock as her body bucked and moaned.
It felt like so long ago now, but here she was and finally so was he.
They’d met in the middle, both travelling to meet on neutral ground.
It was akward at first, she couldn’t help but touch him despite the looks they received.
In the flesh, he was so much more, solid, his body warm his smell so sweet as she hugged him tight wishing the moment would last.
Eventually they made their way to the hotel, foregoing lunch as their appetites lay elsewhere.
Her hand grazed over the hard bulge in his jeans as they rode the glass walled elevator up from the lobby, his tight clipped words in her ear shocking her into freezing.
“If you want it that badly little slut, you can strip that dress off right now and I’ll fuck you where everyone can see…”
She considered, just for a moment the thought of everyone watching as she was filled with a cock for the very first time sent a primal shiver through her core, then she dismissed it.
It wasn’t what he’d planned.
“I thought not….” He said smirking as he slipped his hand beneath her dress, her breath catching as his fingers traced a path up her inner thigh.
He left his fingers resting just shy of where her body craved his touch as the elevator stopped and another couple joined them.
She blushed bright red but he stayed calm and collected, brushing his fingertips back and forth over the sensitive skin of her thigh as the elevator rose once more.
At their floor he didn’t remove his hand, only shifting it to grasp her cheek in a firm grip to usher her through the door as the other couples eyes widened and she felt her blush deepen.
As the door swung shut she shivered as his fingers traced the curves of her body beneath her dress, rising until she took the material in shaky hands to draw it over her head.
Clad in stockings and the underwear he’d bought and had delivered to her, he took a step back to admire her, finally in the flesh.
He reached out tentatively, his fingers cool on the warm flesh of her stomach as he drew her to him.
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, her breathing heavy as her fingers traced a path down his chest, feeling every breath, every beat of his heart beneath her fingertips, so tangible, so real.
Her teeth slipped out to bite her lip as she pulled his shirt back off his shoulders, broad, exactly how she’d imagined they’d feel like.
She sank to her knees, eyes level with his belt buckle as her fingers not so deftly parted the leather and top button of his jeans.
“Go on little slut” he encouraged as her finger closed on his fly, drawing it down feeling the hardness of his cock restrained beneath the tight denim raising a need she hadn’t felt before. An overwhelming need to be filled, an ache forming deep inside her that only one thing could satisfy.
His jeans and shorts only made it down a few inches before his cock sprang forth and she reacted with instinct, flinching back as the thick purple head bobbed in front of her.
“Put it in your mouth, suck it little slut.” His voice held an edge of desire tinged with need as his hands slid into her soft hair, urging her forward.
Parting her lips, she tried to cover her teeth with them as the purple head slid between them, the sensation, the smell, the taste, she tried to take it all in not unpleasant just different.
With her tongue she explored, feeling his body shake and shiver and listening to his gasps and intakes of breath as she took more of him inside.
Deeper and deeper as she took note of his reactions, when he urged her deeper, when he pulled back as she tried this new thing.
He moaned as his head entered her throat, bucking his hips forward she gagged hard, panicking, trying to push back off his legs.
“Are you ok?” He asked solicitously as she fought the urge to vomit, trying to regain control of her body.
“I’m alright sir, I just can’t take that much of you, well not yet.” She replied with a sparkle in her eye, moving before he could respond to slide his hard cock between her lips.
He groaned as his lips sank over his shaft, once more reveling in the feelings rising from her lips and mouth and raising the question of what the rest of her would feel like.
Changing tack, she slid his cock from her mouth, winking up at him as she planted light kisses along the length of his cock, from the head along the shaft finally tilting her head to suck hungrily at his balls hanging like overrule cherries as her hand wrapped around his shaft and began to stroke.
The noises he made encouraged her, licking, nipping and sucking at his balls as she stroked his shaft, whilst he marveled as the woman manipulating his body so easily.
“Stop, I don’t want to cum yet. I want to be inside you.”
His words rang in her ears, she obeyed though reluctantly.
“Stand up” he commanded as his eyes took on the lilt of a hungry wolf.
She stood, very aware of his eyes on her as she stood lamely awaiting his next command, however it didn’t come in words.
Instead his hands reached out as she stepped out of his jeans and shorts, his naked body and hardness drawing her attention as his fingers slipped the clasp on her bra.
Drawing it forward he murmed under his breath, “let me see you little slut…”
Her bra struck the floor and the rest followed suit quickly as he practically tore it from her body, his body straining to hold back his mounting desire.
His hands found her breasts, cupping, stroking that turned into pinching till she gasped in response to the torture of her hard nipples.
She couldn’t draw her eyes from his hard cock, her own desire crying out to take it inside her.
It took her by surprise as he scooped her into his arms and lay her gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her legs on the floor there as nothing gentle in the way he thrust her knees apart and lowered his mouth to her thigh.
Leaving marks on her flesh as his mouth drew closer with each kiss along her thigh, the feeling of his toungue between the wet lips of her cunt electrifying as he explored her in much the same way she explored him.
Her body rose and fell and pressed and shied away as his lips and tongue slid over every part of her sex, till neither of them could take any more.
Urging her up the bed, he pulled a key from the pocket of his jeans before quickly opening his case to one side and drawing forth a condom and lube.
She only caught a glimpse of the rest of the contents but it was enough to confirm they wouldn’t be leaving the room anytime soon.
She watched like a deer in headlights as he rolled the condom onto his cock, seemingly it grew bigger with each stroke as he slathered his entire length with lube.
His cock grew bigger still, to her eyes at least as he knealt between her parted legs on the bed, bigger still as he leant forward and slid it up and down her wet slit.
She moaned, whilst her body tried to capture him as he worked the head up and down, over and over, slowly, methodically as her body grew increasingly needy to have him inside.
She was whimpering with need each time he drew his cock back from the tight opening of her cunt, even as her hips tried to follow him.
She no longer was concerned about how he would fit inside her, only set in the knowledge that she WOULD have him inside her.
The noise that escaped her lips when he finally did begin to enter her surprised both of them.
Low like an animal it came as the head of his cock pressed hard against her tight hole.
She tried to relax, tried to breathe, tried to recall all the advice she’d received but in the moment it was all for naught, her need warring with her bodies instinct to tighten her muscles.
Seconds passed as his hips pressed down harder, pulsing against her as he ever so slowly slipped deeper inside, the lube, her wetness and arousal combining with the unyielding pressure of his cock making the result inevitable.
She cried out as her muscles gave way and his cock thrust inside, gripping tight against the shaft with his head inside her, he paused while she gasped, moaned and cried out.
The pain, fleeting but intense, part of her wanting more of him, another part wanting to repel him.
She shook as he began to thrust, short, firm motions that left her gasping for breath as he instinctively worked his cock deeper inside her tight cunt.
Wiping her hair out of her eyes and the sweat from her brow, she felt his body press against hers as he kissed her on the lips, the moment only broken by another thrust as she moaned into his mouth.
Less than half his length inside her, he reveled in the feeling as he let her catch her breath, the need to thrust overwhelming but he stayed in control, not willing to hurt her any more than he must.
“Please, fuck me sir.” She whispered into his ear, she could feel how tense he was, body taught as a bow string, in need of the release only her body could give.
She groaned as he took her words and released his desire, each stroke driving his cock deeper as pleasure and pain radiated within her, neither fully in control as he turned to stone above her, body trembling as he moaned and thrust hard inside her.
His orgasm taking all his focus as his cum filled the condom within her, her cunt so very tight around him in a way nothing else could replicate.
He lay in her arms gasping, trying to catch his breath as he whispered the words,
“Thank you, little slut.”
She discovered that it hurt just as much coming out as it did going in, but without the promise of pleasure and the instant sense of emptyness made it worse some how.
She marveled at the amount of cum filling the condom, wondering idly what it would taste like though her desire was now tempered by a soreness the likes of which she hadn’t felt before.
Her took her hand and rose from the bed, drawing her to follow him as she could till he could pick her up in his arms.
Into the suite’s bathroom, where he ran a hot bath climbing in before lifting her in to settle with her head resting back under his chin.
The warmth made the soreness lessen, though his fingers finding her clit had more to do with it.
Slowly he edged and teased her to orgasm, his fingers sliding back and forth rhythmically till her gasps and moans became one and her body strained for release.
After they lay together in the bath, soaking it all in, their first time, the feeling of finally being together.
Her only question, “When can we do it again Sir?”