Her Wild First Time Ch. 01
This story is for a special friend.
I had managed to come up with a legitimate business excuse to fly into the city where you live. It had taken a lot of ingenuity, but it was worth it: when was the next time I'd get a chance to take the virginity of a lovely eighteen-year-old?
After coming in from the airport and getting settled in my room, I went down to meet you in the lobby -- at 3:30PM sharp! You had emailed me your picture soon after we met on the web, so I knew what you looked like. You were disappointed that I hadn't sent you my picture, but you knew that I have more to lose. I trust you, but one indiscretion would mean a lot of trouble for a married, middle-aged guy like me. I imagined your excitement and trepidation as you waited for me, not knowing what I would turn out to be. When I got off the elevator I casually looked around. I realized that you could have been late. After all, manufacturing your alibi for being away from home overnight could be complicated. So I wasn't in a rush to find you. But there you were, Sitting, literally, on the edge of your seat. I have to say that your outfit was very flattering: white, dressy but not overdressed, revealing of your cleavage and legs in a way that was sexy but not trashy. I pretended not to be looking at you as I walked toward your chair. I saw your eyes linger on me for a moment, then continue scanning the room when I didn't make eye contact. But when I got closer I couldn't bring myself to tease you any more; I was too happy to see you. Our eyes met and we exchanged big smiles.
I wasn't sure how to greet you. What is the protocol for a blind date when you both expect to sleep together? But when you stood up we naturally hugged. "You're even more beautiful in person," I said. "God, you're so handsome," you gushed. Normally I'd say that was more than I deserved, but I though, "She doesn't think she's beautiful in my eyes, but she is, so maybe I should just accept that I'm very handsome in her's." Even though we were so many miles away from my home, I was still a little nervous about being seen with you, so after exchanging a few words, I suggested that we continue talking up in my room. So we went up in the elevator, arm in arm, looking like nothing so much as a father and daughter on vacation.
My room had a lovely view, so we sat down and chatted by the window. You seemed happy, but more nervous than when we had "chatted" online. What I'd come here to do was pretty naughty, but there are lines even I don't want to cross, so after a few moments, I said, "Sweetie, I just want you to know something. I realize that this may all seem a little weird and scary to you now that we've actually met. A fantasy is often less intimidating than the reality. So maybe we should just go out and you can show me the sights of your town, and we can get to know each other a bit better in person. And, honestly, nothing has to actually, you know, 'happen.' It's really just great to meet you in person after all this time. I'd feel like I was a very lucky guy if all we did was get to spend some time together as friends." Suddenly, your face looked like you were a little hurt. "Oh," you said, "is that all you want to happen, now that we've met?"
"Oh, no," I explained, "that's not all I really want. It's just that, you seem a little tense, and the last thing in the world I want is for you to do anything that you don't want to do." You laughed and said, "Uhm, I guess I am a little tense. But it's not because I don't want to do what we came here to do. Actually, well, I'm tense because I'm waiting for you to start. In fact," you said, looking at me intently, "I'm dying for you to start."
I could not have been happier! "Okay then," I said, smiling. "There's just one more thing. Are you sure you really want it like we talked about it? Most girls don't want it that way their first time."
"I'm not most girls," you said, smiling coyly. "Albright, but you remember our 'safety word' if things start to scare you and you wanna stop, or even just slow down."
"I will," you promised. With that, I nodded, stood up, and sat down in the easy chair in the corner. "Close the curtains," was my first command.
I enjoyed the view as you turned your back to me and stretched to pull them shut. Like every woman I've known, you worry that your butt is too big. But it's shapely, and feminine, and very sexy. You looked very expectant when you turned around. I tried not to disappoint. "Take your clothes off," I cooly ordered you. You daintily slipped off your dress and hung it over the chair, then looked at me to see whether you should continue. You looked so sexy in your bra and panties that I was tempted to have you keep them on, but I needed to see everything, so I nodded for you to continue. Soon you were in front of me, with your curvy body, your pussy with soft wispy hairs over it, and nicely budding breasts. You were breathing fast already. I admired you for a moment, telling you to turn around slowly so I could see everything, enjoying how beautiful you looked, and also enjoying my power over you, and the knowledge that your were being aroused by being made to serve my pleasure. Then I stood up in front of you, unzipped my fly, pulled my hard cock and my tight balls out, and said, "Kneel in front of me and suck me off."
You quickly complied. You were inexperienced, but eager to learn. I decided to teach you, rather than punish you for your mistakes. "That's it, put your lips over your teeth. Now, just barely touch the cap of my cock with your lips and tongue. Uhhh, yes, that's it. Really gentle. Some guys like it firmer, and some guys want you to really maul their cock, but it makes me really hard if I can barely feel your lips and tongue on it. Now grasp the shaft with your right hand -- just with the fingertips, sweetie. Now slowly move the skin on the shaft back and forth. See how it slides? Yeah, that's it. Now put your left hand around my balls. Feel how big and tight they are? That's cause you turn me on so much. Oh, god, you make me so hard for you. Rub my balls with your hand. You can do it a little harder than that. Yes. Now squeeze them. Mmm, yeah, even a little harder than that. Uhhh, yeah. Do it all, baby. Suck me, jerk me off, play with my balls. Mmm, yes, suck me, jerk me off, play with my balls!"
I was surprised how quickly you were picking this up! I could hear you starting to moan, and your hips were starting to twitch and buck in excitement. I thought about saving my load, but I knew we'd both be cumming a lot today, so I let my excitement build with yours. I started talking dirty to you. "You're sucking me off. You became a cocksucker today, and I'm gonna shoot my load in your sexy little mouth." You were moaning even louder, and my hips were bucking, so I was fucking your face. Before we met, I wasn't sure I'd be able to say and do all the things we'd chatted about online, but the words started coming out: "Suck my cock, you slut! That's it, suck it, you whore!" You head started bouncing up and down on my dick even faster, but I grabbed your hair, and forced myself into your mouth just for the sake of forcing you. I felt the pre-cum slowly rising up inside the shaft of my cock, like a thermometer rising on a hot day. This was it! "Suck it, slut! Suck it!" And with that I felt my cock start to pump my cum into your mouth. You started swallowing hungrily, but I pulled my cock out so I could shoot cum on your face and tits too.
I looked down at your flushed face in front of my crotch. You were panting, with sticky patches of cum on your cheeks and chest. I continued your education: "Check out my balls," I said. You chuckled when you noticed how loose they were now. "Don't worry," I smiled. "They'll be tight again pretty soon." I pulled you up in front of me. "Are you enjoying being my little whore?" I asked.
"Oh, god, yes," you nodded.
"Not too rough?" I continued.
"Uh uh."
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