This is part one of a piece I was inspired to write. Feedback, comments, DM’s appreciated.
I am a late 30’s reasonably handsome and charismatic guy. I was like, a punk rock guy that ended up by accident in a lucrative career. A sellout with good stories and modicum of integrity. Most days, I wear nicely fitted raw denim jeans, nice wool flannels, thick rimmed glasses and have a full head of shortish, but wild and wavy hair. I am one of those guys that got more attractive as I aged. I might get accused of being a hipster, but I am also well read and well rounded. I have very progressive politics, have hosted fundraisers for Bernie Sanders, and have friends that work in women’s studies departments.
I mention this, because you probably wouldn’t be able to imagine the way I would take care of…your needs. Several years ago, on a third date when this women came back to my place, she said she could cum easily so if I just hold off a few minutes before cumming that would be great. I smiled coyly and said ok. She lost track and her eyes were rolling back in her head after I made her cum for the better part of an hour until her pussy was quivering and she was begging for my cum. Later, I introduced her to the magic wand. She isn’t the first I have introduced to the wand. I brought this up, because I don’t come across as a pushover, but I am sure, much like you, no one would expect the utter filth I am intrigued by.
I imagine us meeting by chance. Maybe we meet at an airport bar traveling and make plans the next time you pass through the city. Maybe you live in my condo building and we keep noticing each other. Maybe we strike up a conversation at a coffee shop, or in line at the the store. Somehow, you find yourself in my condo after our suddenly too long conversation has drifted to weed and then sex. You had hinted around, curious from my charismatic, and laughing at my well timed but probing joke about sex toys. Against your better judgement, but unable to ignore the growing heat between your legs, it just takes a suggestion before you encourage me to invite you to my place.
I live in a funky downtown condo in an expensive neighborhood. It’s modern, clean, and well decorated. There’s leather recliners, velvet couch, art I have bought on the walls. A high fidelity stereo system with a collection of contemporary albums. I open a bottle of wine and pour it in a decanter and open a hutch that reveals my weed stash. It’s not just a stash – but various tools and all the types. From a simple pipe with flower, vape pens, edibles in a jar, dab rig, anything your heart desires, neatly and cleanly. There’s a locked hutch next to that one. You’d see what was in there later.
One thing would lead to another and it would became clear to me that you were needy. You thought you could hide it, but it’s so obvious I could hear it in your voice, and smell it on you. As we clicked and the conversation became lewd and it was clear we were going to fuck – seated too close together, touches lingering too long, you’d notice the outline of my hard cock through my pants as I topped off your glass of wine, made sure you wanted to get even higher with me. Of course you would. There’s no way your leaky pussy was going to let you leave. Especially since the conversation has eased into such lewd things.
You hadn’t quite totally confessed how much you needed to be owned, used, made a needy cum dump, but you’d felt comfortable enough to admit to enjoying masturbation, that you used toys, that you liked to edge. When I was in the restroom, you realized how much you had confessed to me about how you played with your needy little fuck hole. You wanted to feel embarrassed, but the way I led the conversation, and how you’d just admitted your improprieties, you didn’t know what to make about how comfortable it all seemed.
That’s when I came back and you noted the bulge was still there, but I came straight for you and leaned in and you welcomed the long kiss, my hand that slipped behind your head to hold you right where you wanted to be held, a few moments in and I placed your hand on my bulge and cupped your breast from underneath and whispered “I think your plans for the weekend have changed. I think you very desperately need to cum, and I am going to make you more desperate then you’ve ever been.” My hand moved off your neck and pulled your hair tight, “you said you wanted it hard. I can tell you’re aching for it. You haven’t even pulled your hand off my cock.” I reached down and pulled open the buttons on my jeans with my free hand and pulled out my girthy, throbbing, eight inch cock right in front of you, precum on the tip, incredibly confident, and said “if you want it, open up.”
You opened your mouth and I slipped my cock inside of it, gently, slowly. I praised you, what a good girl. Hair still in my hands, as I slipped my cock gently in and out of your mouth as you started to moan.
That was my test. I knew you were a cock hungry slut once you told me how you diddled your little pussy, and now you were there with my cock in your mouth. “I knew you were a good girl. Those hips and that ass just begging to be bred.” I said this just gently sliding my cock in and out, stimulating myself on your tongue, holding your hair in my hand while you looked up at me.
Sitting on the couch, while I had one foot up on the couch, my crotch at your eye level, cock hanging out with all my fingers now entwined in your hair, as I looked down at you and slowly bucked my hips, teasing my cock on your tongue. You both couldn’t believe, and were dripping wet, when my first move was to gently fuck your face and say “I could tell you were the kind of slut that likes to please” you couldn’t believe the moan you’d let out with that.
“I think you need to cum hard. But if you want to cum, your going to have to earn it. You see, eventually I am going to pump that needy fuck hole so full of cum it overflows. But I want it so tight, puffy, creamy, twitchy and sensitive from cumming before I give that needy fuck hole what the cum it craves” I said, with my cock still in your mouth. “And the way we do that, is I am going to edge you until you break. I am going to edge that needy pussy until it’s so tight it feels like my cock is going to break you. And you’re going to need to earn it too, the thing is, I know you like to edge, and I do to. But I am going to use every hole on your body to edge my cock for hours while I use all of my toys to make that pussy needier, and needier and needier. I’d ask for consent, but since I am looking you in the eyes with my cock in your mouth I know deep inside you’re just a stupid, cum hungry, needy slut who wants it like this. You can’t explain it. It’s ok to know your place. But the way you are taking my cock right now is telling me everything I need to know.”
Right then, I pushed my cock all the way into your mouth, where I knew it was too deep and you were starting to choke on it. I pulled it out, wet with your saliva and still holding you by the hair, rubbed my spit wet cock on your lips and your soft cheeks. Pressed my balls into your chin and tongue and stroke it right in your face.
I’d tell you to strip down to just your panties. That’s when I walked to the locked hutch and opened it. You weren’t sure what was all in there as you pulled off your clothes for me. You could see a magic wand, a dildo, what looked like straps. A large lube dispenser, stacked boxes that said “lelo” and “lovense.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/reafj0/until_youre_virgin_tight_part_1_consent