His Nasty Little Pussy

He reclaimed my lips in the fiercest kiss so far. At the same time, he guided his cock to my glistening pussy lips. That wasn’t easy for him, since he was so tall it required him to bend almost double, or so it seemed to me. I felt that rubbery head rubbing across my lower lips, and then all around my pussy. Finally, he slid his cock between my pussy lips and pushed into my sensitive slit. I gasped and bowed my back. Then, finally breaking the kiss, Sir pushed into me.

Pain surged through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, surprised because he hadn’t even reached my Hymen. He was just so big, so thick. That cock stretched me to the max. And it hurt good. Soon, the pain diminished, and it was pure pleasure.

“Mmm.”

“Hey, what do you know,” Sir said, and I felt his cock press up against my Hymen tissue. All I could do was stare open-mouthed up at him. “It looks like a bit of virtue is standing between us and a really good time.” He pulled back a bit and then thrust hard. My cherry popped with an intense jolt of pain, pulling a tiny cry from my lips. “Oops, my bad. No virtue intact around here.”

As much as I longed for that moment, I missed my virginity already. Besides, it hurt far more than I thought it would. My girlfriends dismissed the pain they felt with a wave of the hand, and a “Hurts good” comment. For me, it just hurt. But soon the pain began to numb, and those wonderful ripples of pleasure returned. Sir happily humped away blissfully through it all.

It didn’t take long for Sir to turn my insides into a sexy, tingly mess again. Tiny animal noises escaped my lips, and my body bucked and squirmed, all of it completely beyond my control. I couldn’t even fondle myself, and my hands clutched at his shoulders desperately. Best of all, an incredible tenseness was building, winding up within with every long, steady thrust into me. Sir was feeling it, too. His head rolled back and he arched his back as he pounded me harder and harder, becoming almost frantic.

Sir was going to come long before me, which meant I probably wouldn’t come unless I took matters into my own hands. Literally. I reached down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. My clit was more sensitive than I’d ever know it. That first rub sent a jolt through me that made my whole body convulse.

“Oh…Hell…yes,” I gasped out.

That soft dry slap of his hips into my inner thighs turned into a loud wet slap as we both sweated, becoming shiny with it. He got me so damned hot. I loved the feel of our wet bodies together. Our comingled seminal fluids were running down my butt crack, making me wonder if he was producing all of that or if I was. It felt sexy, either way.

Sir thrust in and held it, and I felt him convulsing.

So frustrating. I was right on the brink, too. Now… nothing. All that sexual tension was slowly dissipating.

“You did good, Chevonne,” Sir said.

“Thank you, master…I mean, Sir,” I said. “But really, you did all the work. I just enjoyed it.”

He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. I was surprised to see he was still hard as a rock, too. Everything I’ve ever heard from movies, TV, my girlfriends said men went limp after coming.

“It’s not over yet, baby doll slave girl,” he said, grinning wickedly.

I froze. That grin worried me a bit. What did he have in mind? What more did he want from me?

Sir stood up and slanted a look at the audience. That wicked grin only intensified. And then he pulled me to my feet. He turned me so that the audience was to my left now, bent me forward, and gave my butt a firm bootie slap. His open palm cracked like a rifle on my sweaty shiny butt cheek.

Thwack!

“Oh!”

“Chevonne sold me her virginity tonight, boys and girls,” Sir said. “I popped her cherry just now, and received her first blow job before that.”

Thwack!

“Oh my Lord,” I whispered, already knowing where this was going.

Sir’s hand slipped down my butt crack, and his fingers probed my butt hole. My ass tightened up, all of its own accord.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hers and my cum has already lubed it up nicely,” Sir said and pushed inside me.

“Oh!” I cried, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it.

Oddly, it didn’t hurt so much as worry me. My anus wasn’t pleased, either. It tightened around his thrusting finger, and the sensations that came from that action bubbled up within and danced up my spine. I felt it to my knees and my throat.

“Chevonne, spread your legs wide,” Sir commanded.

I never hesitated. My feet slide out to shoulder width apart. Sir was not satisfied and forced them wider. Dramatically wide.

“Please, Sir, I can’t go any wider in these shoes,” I begged.

“Bend over, Chevonne, and grab your ankles.”

“What?” I said, even as I bent over until my head was lower than my waist. It wasn’t easy remaining on my feet bent over like that, but I got my hands wrapped around my ankles as ordered. “What are you going to do to me, Sir?”

“I’m going to take your anal cherry, Chevonne,” he said. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of your ass.”

My brain went numb. It never once occurred to me that this might happen. Indeed, I never fantasized about anal at all. I was not prepared to deal with it. Sir was taking me into territory that frightened me. Yet, my body was raging with desire, all hot, sweaty, and pulsing with need.

Thwack!

“Oh!”

“Nice ass, girl,” Sir said and then slapped the other butt cheeks.

Thwack!

“Oh! Ooooh,” I said and groaned. Why did that feel so damned good?