The way the shadows played over her skin only made her look more gentle, more innocent. I loved the way she looked at me, her eyes looking at my pleadingly. She knew how to play the part, the sweet girl who’s never done anything like this, but the thin veil of a disguise didn’t deceive me, I knew she liked being subdued, after all, we’ve been at this for months. It wasn’t new to have her tied down to an ottoman, her ample cleavage squeezing over the edge, her hands tied back behind her.
It was a surprise when I met her, just some random hook up from an app, “19 year old [F] [straight], seeks strong, older man [25-35]” Just an innocent girl looking for a more mature partner that would treat her with more appreciation and care. Of course, trying to find a man on a local sex matching app doesn’t bring many savory types — I just happened to be surfing after a dry spell and I guess a dumb quick attempt at humor, “are you sure you’re old enough to be on here?” and willingness to meet publicly allured her to me.
She immediately spotted me as I entered the late-night cafe, the man “dressed well, lightly tanned, average build.” Her eyes shone with relief as I entered, I guess she thought she’d get some sleezy, fat bastard and in comes a stylish, pants and shirt kind of guy, complete with a small white rose in hand I picked on the way. “Mr. Love! Wow! It’s me, Emily!” Adorable — petite body, brown hair, just like the photos…. Well, a little more clothed. She was my type, braids, short skirt, skinny and tiny, the kind you can pick up and press against the wall. Her eyes were big and her expression showed how scared she was, to meet a stranger on the internet. I smiled, pulled out the chair, and we quickly connected.
We immediately got into it, what this was about. She was open sexually, but only had a few experiences when she was a teen. Blow jobs, missionary, just the boring stuff. She wanted a man that was more open, but also could show her the ropes, maybe lead. She was open to try anything if it was with the right guy, someone she felt comfortable no matter what. She was surprisingly at ease, started leaning in close on the table. I could smell her sweet, citrus perfume. The cherry red lipstick and the way her lips moved hypnotized me and she blushed when she caught me staring. She bit her lip, slid her chair back and began to switch which legs were crossed, but not before pausing to reveal white lace panties beneath her short, short skirt. She smiled slyly as she caught me staring, “looks like maybe we’re a match, how about you take me home and find out?”
The hallway entrance to my apartment is dark, so after closing the door I flicked on the switch and the fluorescent light bulb flickered for a moment. As it came on, I immediately pressed her shoulders against the wall and she looked up with fright. “You wanted a man that knew how to take care of you?” She nodded, biting her lip. I leaned in and she submitted, our lips embracing passionately. Her eyes pouted, but as I drew away she leaned out begging for more, so we stood there against the wall and I began to learn every inch of her body. My hands drawing up her thighs, underneath her skirt over her tight, round ass. I traced my fingers over the lining of the lace panties. Her eyes were closed, but her throat let out soft moans. I lifted her up from her round cheeks and she wrapped her legs and arms around me, as I pushed her up against the wall.
After a what seemed like forever, our foreheads touching, she asked, “I want more… Will you play with me?” Her face was entirely innocent, childish even, like she was asking to play doctor. She was a nymph, but hid it beneath her inexperience and innocent expressions. I took her to my room and flicked on the light. When the light radiated across the room, my hobby danced on the walls. “What are these?” she exclaimed with surprise. Nude photos of women in provocative poses were arranged around the walls of my room. “I’m a photographer and my specialty is erotic photography. These are women that have posed for me.” She walked around the room, staring, I didn’t know what she thought, was she okay with this or was it too much. She paused at a photograph of a woman standing over the camera, spreading her pussy lips, her expression fierce and her tongue out like she was telling the photographer to lick it. Emily spun around with a grin and saw my camera on the dresser. Quickly grabbing it, she pushed it into my hands, “now, I’m your muse!”
Emily gave me a look that said, “this is serious,” then stood back. I lifted the camera and she jumped into action. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees and her shirt dropped, so I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her small breasts exposed and her nipples hard. Click! The camera displayed her provocative pose on the screen. She smiled and turned around, crawling onto the bed with her ass completely exposed to me, her panties lining her cheeks, she looked back over her shoulder. Click! She sat cross-legged and begin to pull her shirt over her head. Click! Throwing it and the skirt to the side, she was exposed to me on the bed, only panties and socks. She was clearly driven by sex instinct now, enjoying being desired and ogled. She posed one after another, on her knees, pleadingly with her eyes, her hand drifting into her panties and biting her lip.
Emily took off my shirt, unbuckled my belt, and pulled out my throbbing cock. She licked the head, staring up. Click! If she was a novice, I didn’t know, because she began to wrap her tongue around the side, rubbing the head with her hand, sucking gently. I hadn’t fucked a teen since I was a teen and my cock couldn’t be more satisfied. She got onto the bed on all fours, pulled off her panties, and drew her cheek to the side. Her wet pussy on fully display. Click! “Now, fuck me! I need to feel that big cock!” Emily begged and I complied. As I pressed the tip in, I knew she barely had sex before. Her pussy pressed back and she grimaced in pain. “It’s okay. Just keep going.” I pushed firmly, but slowly into her young, tight pussy. She bit her lip and let out a half-pleasure, half-painful moan. Click! I made sure to capture her on her knees, her butt pressed into my waist. I pushed, back and forth, slowly, and her muscles relaxed as she began to enjoy it. I kneeled backward and she sat onto my cock and rubbed her thighs back and forth. Click! I caught her in the mirror, a dirty look on her face.
As she rubbed her body against mine, I played with her clitoris. She was already moaning, but she became louder, “yes, mmm, yes, that’s good.” I fondeled her breast and kissed her neck. She was quickly becoming excited, her thighs leading us. Her pussy began to tighten again around my cock as she pulled away, her lips gripping completely onto me. I couldn’t believe that I was being fucked by a girl more than ten years younger, feeling such an amazing body. I couldn’t hold back and began to cum in her, but she wouldn’t stop. “No daddy, not yet, you have to keep cumming. Fill me up, daddy!” Her thighs continued to pound and my cock pushed and pushed, unleashing my warm semen into her. “Yes, daddy, more. Ugh. Mmmm. Yes!” I circled her clit with my fingers, her head bent back, her eyes closed. She tried to push more, but her thighs began to quake and I with her. Cum dripping from her lips down my cock.
I took a last shot with my camera, her exhausted body on mine. Her small, petite, fit body set inside mine, my cock still filling her exposed, bare pussy.
That was how I met my nymph, Emily.
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