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I fidget nervously in the passenger seat of Mark's BMW as he drives us towards his place. I can feel his eyes on me, sizing me up and down, and it makes me feel even more self-conscious than I already am.
"So, MJ," he says, breaking the silence. "Tell me a little bit about yourself. “
I shift in my seat, feeling exposed. "Um, there's not much to say," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mark chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "I find that hard to believe," he says, his eyes flicking over to me. "You're a beautiful girl. I'm sure you've got some interesting stories." Beautiful?
I bite my lip, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. "I don't know," I say, my voice trembling slightly. "I'm just a student. I don't really do anything exciting." Nerd
Mark raises an eyebrow. "Really? You don't strike me as the boring type," he says, his hand squeezing my thigh. "Come on, tell me something interesting about yourself."
I swallow hard, feeling his hand inching higher up my leg. "I, uh, I like to read," I say, my voice barely audible.
Mark chuckles again, the sound making my heart race. "That's it?" he says, his voice tinged with amusement. "You like to read? You're going to have to do better than that, MJ."
I feel a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Mark's teasing tone. I'm not used to being pushed like this, but there's something about him that makes me want to please him. "I, um, I'm a virgin," I blurt out, feeling my face turn bright red. Why did I say that?! Please don’t kick me out.
Mark's hand stills on my thigh, and I can feel him looking at me. "Is that so?" he says, his voice low and husky. "Well, with a mouth like yours I would have never guessed, but I think we're going to have to do something about that, aren't we?"
I nod, feeling a rush of excitement at his words. I've never been with a man before, but the way he talks makes me feel like I'm in good hands.
The car turns right into a nice suburban neighborhood. The exorbitance of the houses matching Mark’s tailored suit. As he pulls his car into the driveway of his house, he turns to me, staring at my lips. I have to be dreaming.
As soon as the car comes to a stop, Mark reaches over and pulls me into a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth is hot and dominant, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as he presses his body against mine.
I moan softly, feeling my body respond to his touch. It’s my first kiss and I’ve never felt anything like this before; I'm completely under his spell.
His lips are soft and warm against mine, and I can taste the mint on his breath. I'm not sure what to do with my hands, so I tentatively place them on his chest.
Mark breaks the kiss and pulls back, looking at me with a smirk. "You like that, don't you?" he says, his voice low and seductive.
I nod, feeling a flush spread across my cheeks. I can't deny that I'm completely turned on by him, and his commanding tone only makes me want him more.
He leans in to kiss me again, and this time his hand slips under my shirt, caressing my breast. I gasp at the sensation, and he takes this as a signal to continue. He kneads my breast, and I feel my nipples hardening in response.
Mark chuckles, his hand sliding down my jeans. "You're so wet," he says, his voice thick with lust. "You really want me, don't you?" Any girl would…
I nod again, feeling my body tremble with desire. Mark is the first man to ever make me feel this way, and I can't get enough of him.
Mark takes my hand and leads me into his house. Once he closes the door, he doesn't waste any time. He pushes me against the wall and kisses me again, his hands roaming over my body as he grinds against me.
He pulls away from the kiss and looks me dead in the eyes. At 5’10 I’m not a small girl, but he towers over me with his 6’4 frame. I can't help but feel a little intimidated by him. I want him to be rough with me, to take control and show me what it means to be a real woman.
He brings his mouth to my ears and whispers “You high school girls are always so fucking eager.” Before nibbling on my ear lobe and using his fingers to unbutton my jeans. Wait, so does he…
With my back against still against the wall, Mark quickly drops to his knees in front of me. He aggressively pulls down my skinny jeans, leaving me exposed and vulnerable with them pooled at my feet. My dipping pussy being exposed to the open air makes me gasp, as I can do nothing but stare at Mark in anticipation of what he’s going to do.
Without warning, he buries his face between my thighs and starts to devour my pussy with his mouth. He uses his rough hands to spread me open, revealing my wetness to him. His tongue darts out, flicking at my clit and making me shudder with pleasure.
His mouth is hot and wet against me, and I nearly let out a scream. He alternates between licking and sucking at my clit, taking me to the brink of orgasm and then pulling back just enough to make me ache with desire.
I'm lost in the sensations, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure that Mark is giving me. I moan and gasp, my legs trembling as I try to hold on.
My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings as Mark continues to eat me out. I'm a little embarrassed by how much I'm enjoying it, but at the same time, I can't get enough.
As his tongue works its magic on my pussy, I feel his hands move behind me. Suddenly, he grabs my ass and squeezes it roughly, making me gasp in pleasure. The sensation is intense, and I can feel my body responding to his touch.
“Maaark, FUCK!” I growl in disbelief.
Mark's hands are strong and rough as he pulls me closer to him, making me feel his power. He uses his fingers to explore every inch of my sensitive skin, tracing delicate patterns and sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I moan in pleasure, unable to control myself as he brings me closer and closer to orgasm. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. I feel like I'm drowning in pleasure, lost in a sea of ecstasy.
As he continues to play with my ass, absolutely manhandling me, he lightly presses a finger to my puckered asshole. The second he does that, I cum, my body shaking with release as Mark continues to lick and suck me, prolonging my pleasure for as long as he can. I feel like I'm in a dream.
Mark stands up, I'm left panting and breathless against the wall, my body still shaking with pleasure. But he's not done with me yet.
When I look up at him, I see his eyes glinting with a fierce intensity. I'm completely at his mercy, helpless and vulnerable.
I'm covered in sweat, my long hair hanging over my face in wild tangles. My skin is flushed with pleasure, and my eyes are wide with excitement. I look like a wild animal, lost in a frenzy of sensation and desire.
But Mark doesn't seem to mind. He's still smirking at me, his eyes full of lust and satisfaction. He leans in closer to me and uses his right hand to move my hair out my face. “Open your mouth baby” he commands.
I do what I’m told without thinking, opening wide and sticking out my tongue. He spits a big glob of my juices into my mouth, making me taste myself on his tongue. The exhilaration makes my heart feel like it’s going to come out of my chest.
When the thick, sticky liquid fills my mouth, I can't help but moan in pleasure. The taste is intense and erotic, and I can feel my body responding to it. It’s not dissimilar to male cum, but it has a whole different flavor. And it’s all mine.
As I relish the taste, his strong arms wrap around my back and pick me up, holding me tightly against his chest. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, and I shiver with anticipation. I can't believe I'm doing this – losing my virginity to a man I barely know.
He walks me up the stairs, pulling my pants off my feet and throwing them to the side. He moves his hands down my back and grabs my ass, kneading my muscles, before settling on my thighs. I can feel his grip tighten as we ascend the staircase, his fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious pressure. The way he presses his body against mine makes me feel both protected and vulnerable at the same time.
Once we reach the top of the stairs, he pauses for a moment, his eyes locking onto mine. There's a primal hunger in his gaze that sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but feel a rush of arousal as he carries me towards his bedroom.
With each step he takes, I can feel his hard cock pressing against my bare pussy, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. I arch my back, moaning softly as he carries me farther.
When we cross the doorway into his bedroom, I take in the surroundings, trying to get a sense of who this man really is. The room is tastefully decorated, with plush pillows and luxurious linens adorning the king-sized bed.
But as he throws me onto the mattress, I can feel the impact jarring through my body, and I let out a startled gasp. It's more violent than I expected, and for a moment, I'm caught off guard.
I look up at him, I see a primal hunger in his gaze, a raw intensity that sends a thrill of fear and excitement through my body. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about him, he's a man who knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to take it.
As Mark stands over me, undressing with an almost predatory grace, I can't help but ogle him shamelessly as he does. His body is a work of art, and I'm mesmerized by every inch of him.
His chest is broad and powerful, with hard, defined muscles that ripple with every movement. His abs are taut and sculpted, leading down to a trimmed trail of hair that disappears into his pants. And his cock – oh, his cock – is thick and pulsing, a testament to his raw sexuality.
He stares me down, stroking his cock slowly. I can feel my mouth watering with desire. I want to touch him, to feel his hard muscles beneath my fingertips, to explore every inch of his body with my tongue.
The way he moves is like poetry in motion, his muscles rippling with every step. I can see the veins in his arms and his neck, pulsing with the intensity of his desire. And when he flexes, I can see the definition in his biceps and triceps, the way the muscles bulge and ripple beneath his skin.
"God, you're so fucking hot," I moan, unable to control the flood of sensations coursing through my body.
As I lay on my hands and knees staring at Mark, he roughly grabs the back of my shirt and pulls me towards him. I'm eager to feel his hot cock in my mouth, so I comply without hesitation. He thrusts his cock inside my mouth, I can feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, the way he fills me completely. I moan around his hard length, feeling my pussy drip all over the sheets as I inhale his pubic hair.
He thrusts his cock deeper into my mouth, he uses one hand to hold my head in place, grabbing my thick hair at the roots, while slapping my face with the other. The sound of his hand connecting with my skin echoes through the room, and the sting of it sends a thrill of excitement through my body.
"You're such a dirty little slut," he growls, his voice low and commanding. "You're loving this, aren't you?"
I moan in response, unable to form words with his hard cock filling my mouth. But he seems to understand, his grin growing even wider as he continues to use me for his own pleasure.
He starts to thrust harder, his cock hitting the back of my throat with a fierce intensity. I can feel him pushing deeper and deeper, and I revel in the sensation of being completely filled by him.
"You're so fucking hot," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I love watching you take my cock."
I look up at him, my eyes filled with a mixture of desire and submission. He's in control, and I'm completely under his spell.
He puts both of his hands in my hair, using them to guide my head back and forth along his length. I can feel his power, his control, it’s all so much.
And then, suddenly, he slides his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air. I can feel the wetness of my own saliva and his pre-cum coating my lips and chin, and I can't help but stare up at him with a look of pure desire on my face.
He grins down at me, his eyes filled with a wicked glint. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growls. "I love watching you suck my cock."
I can feel my mouth watering with desire, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me again. The sound of his voice, the power of his words, sends goosebumps down my body.
He starts to stroke his cock with one hand, using the other to play with my hair. I can feel his need, his hunger, and it makes me feel so incredibly submissive.
"Take your shirt off," he commands, his voice low and husky.
I obey, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Mark's eyes roam over my exposed flesh, and I can feel my pussy growing wetter with every passing second.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his hand stroking his cock with a slick sheen of juices. "You're going to love this."
He positions himself between my legs and runs his hand over my thighs and hips. "I want you on your back” he commands, his voice firm but filled with desire.
I comply, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs wide. Mark's eyes rake over my exposed flesh, his gaze filled with a mixture of hunger and possessiveness.
He leans down and gives me a sloppy wet kiss, his tongue probing my mouth. I moan softly, my body responding to his touch. He pulls away and smirks at me, his eyes dark with lust.
"You ready for this, MJ?" he growls, his hands roaming over my body. I nod, unable to form words. I'm so turned on; my pussy is throbbing so much it hurts.
Mark starts to tease me, running his fingers over my nipples and down my stomach. He traces lazy circles around my clit, making me squirm with pleasure. It’s such a contrast with how rough he was earlier. I can feel my juices flowing, soaking the sheets beneath me.
"Please," I whimper, my body arching towards him. "Please, Mark, I need you."
He chuckles, a low and throaty sound that sends shivers down my spine. "Not yet, girl. I'm in charge here. You don't get to say when I stick my big cock in your tight little pussy."
I whimper again, my body shaking with need. Mark continues to tease me, his fingers playing with my clit and my nipples. He leans down and sucks on one of my breasts, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. I moan loudly, lost in the sensation.
Finally, he positions himself between my legs, his cock hovering just above my dripping wet pussy. I can feel his hot breath on my skin, and I'm practically begging him to take me.
"Please, Mark, please," I moan, my body writhing beneath him.
He grins at me, his eyes filled with heat. "Say it, girl. Beg for my big cock."
I swallow hard, my heart racing. "Please, Mark, fuck my tight virgin pussy," I whisper, my voice barely audible.
And then he's inside me, his big cock stretching me open like never before. I scream with pleasure, my body convulsing beneath him. He starts to move, thrusting into me with a rough and dominant rhythm.
I'm lost in sensation, my body on fire. I can feel Mark's hands gripping my hips, his cock filling me up completely. He's talking dirty to me, telling me how tight and wet I am, how good it feels to be inside me.
I'm in ecstasy, lost in the moment. This is what I've been waiting for, what I've been dreaming of. Mark is taking my virginity, and it's the most intense and erotic experience of my life.
I cry out in pain and pleasure. He's so big, so hard, and he fills me up completely. I can feel him pounding into me, fucking me into the mattress with a rough and dominant rhythm.
"God, you're so tight," he grunts, his voice thick with lust. "I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight."
I moan loudly, my body writhing beneath him. I'm lost in sensation, my pussy throbbing with pleasure. I can feel the wetness between my legs, the sound of my juices mixing with the sound of his rough thrusts.
"Fuck me harder, Mark," I cry out, my voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel you in my guts!"
He responds with a growl, his hands gripping my hips as he pounds into me with even more force. I can feel my body tensing, my pussy clenching around his cock. I'm close, so close to coming.
And then it happens. I scream out in pleasure, my body convulsing beneath him as I come hard around his cock.
As I lay there, panting and sweating, Mark’s eyes analyze me like a piece of meat. He's not done yet, not by a long shot. I watch as he flips me over onto my hands and knees, positioning himself behind me.
I can feel his cock pressing against my pussy, and I brace myself for what's to come. He starts to fuck me from behind, his hips slamming into my ass with a brutal force. I can feel his balls slapping against me, the sound filling the room.
"You take it so well baby," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "You’re a natural fucking slut!”
I moan loudly, lost in sensation. He pulls my hair, yanking my head back as he pounds into me with even more force. I can feel myself getting wetter, my juices flowing down my thighs.
But then something unexpected happens. My legs give out, and I collapse onto the bed. Mark doesn't stop, though.
He continues to fuck me in the prone bone position. I can feel his cock sliding in and out of me, hitting me in all the right places. He's rough, dominant, and completely in control.
I can feel the heat building inside me again, my body responding to his touch. He pulls my hair, yanking my head back as he pounds into me with even more force. I'm lost in sensation, my world reduced to the feeling of his cock inside me.
Finally, he reaches his own climax, coming inside me with a primal roar. I can feel his hot cum filling me up, and I scream out in pleasure.
As Mark finishes his climax, he collapses onto my back, his hot breath on my neck. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, his hot cum filling me up. It's an intense and intimate moment, and I'm lost in sensation.
He starts to kiss my neck, his lips trailing over my skin. I can feel his hand running through my thick curly hair, a gentle and tender touch amidst the roughness of our encounter.
I can feel his weight on top of me, his body pressing me down into the bed. He pulls out of me slowly, his cum leaking from my pussy. I can feel it sliding down my thighs, the warmth a reminder of what we've just shared.
He uses his strong arms to push himself up from the bed. I can’t help but stare at his plump muscular ass as he walks into the bathroom. The sensation from the night is too much and I doze off for what feels like only a few seconds.
I wake up to the sight of my clothes folded next to me. “Take a shower and I’ll drive you home.” The now clothed Mark instructs me.
I stumble into Mark's bathroom, my legs trembling. I turn on the shower, letting the hot water wash over me. I stand there for a few moments, lost in thought.
I can't believe what's just happened. I've lost my virginity to a dominant older man, and it's been everything I've ever wanted and more. But now that it's over, I can't help but feel a sense of disbelief.
While I stand there, I start to process my thoughts and feelings. I can feel the warmth of the water on my skin, the steam rising around me. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking nerves.
Finally, I reach down and start to wash myself, cleaning the cum out of my pussy. I can feel the water running over my body, the soap suds sliding down my skin. I take my time, savoring the sensation of my own touch.
As I wash myself, I can't help but think about the events that led me here. I've always been drawn to older men, ironically enough men in nice suits considering my generally hippie ideals. But I never thought I'd actually act on those desires. What happens next? Is he gonna wanna see me again?
Finally, I turn off the water and step out of the shower, my body still trembling with aftershocks. I dry myself off with a towel and put my clothes on.
Once I've finished showering and cleaning myself up, I get dressed and head back into Mark's bedroom. I'm surprised to find that he's not there, but then I notice a business card and some cash lying on the dresser.
I pick up the card and read it. It has his name, phone number, and email address on it, along with the name of his law firm. I'm surprised that he's given me this information, but also elated. He wants fuck me again!
Then I see the cash, and my heart skips a beat. Three hundred dollars. I can't believe it. As a feminist I should find it demeaning, but I can’t help but feel giddy. I’ve always fantasized about having a sugar daddy.
I'm still lost in thought when Mark walks into the room. He's dressed now, shorts and a t-shirt showing off his muscular frame. He smiles at me, and I can feel my heart racing.
"Ready to go?" he asks, his voice warm and inviting.
I nod, still a little bit dazed. We don't talk much on the drive home, but I can feel his eyes on me, his presence filling the car.
When we arrive at my apartment complex, he pulls into a parking spot and turns to face me.
"I don’t know about you, but I had fun tonight," he says, his voice soft. "Text me if you ever wanna do it again, I know you’re probably busy with school.”
I smile, feeling a sense of warmth spread through me. "I will," I say. "I definitely will."
He leans over and kisses me on the cheek, his lips warm and soft against my skin. And then he's gone, disappearing into the night.