I was raised for only one purpose, to be sold to the highest bidder once I reached 18. Most women were. Some of us would end up becoming whores, while others, if lucky, would be bought by very rich and powerful men, to become their bride and bear their children.
I was supposed to be among the lucky ones. I was pretty enough to fetch quite a high price and my master had been impatiently waiting for me to reach 18. However, on the night of my 18 birthday, it all took another turn.
That night, we had a small party and I was offered some alcohol by the son of my master. This would be our little secret, he told me. After the party, we all went to bed, and that night, the son came knocking at my bedroom door. That night he told me he loved me, he told me I was so beautiful and he could not bear the thought of me being sold to the highest bidder tomorrow. He told me he wanted me to be his and promised to talk to his father that very next morning.
For as long as I could remember, I had been secretly in love with him. Now to hear that he had been sharing those very same feelings for me. I could not believe how lucky I was! That night, he told me he wanted to make me his. That night he took my virginity.
I had never allowed myself such fantasies, so I did not know what to expect, but he, well, he had experience. He started by undressing me slowly, touching me, my face, my lips, my breast, my belly, slowly making his way down.
Being unexperienced, I did not know what to do with myself and was feeling so embarassed, but he kept reassuring me of how beautiful I was. He slowly took my hand and directed it to his bulge, proof of how desirable he thought I was. He told me to caress it before asking if I wanted to see it. I nodded. This would be my first time seeing a cock. I had heard the girls describe it before, but had never been allowed to see one.
It was so big and hard, it looked a bit scary and intimidating. I asked if it hurt and he told me it did. He asked if I could help him. Of course I would do anything to help him! This was my fault and I wanted to make it right. This made him smile. He gently spread my legs open, while still reassuring me. He knew what he was doing, I had no reason to be scared. I should just relax and let him handle it.
So I did as I was told. I felt him rub it against my opening before trying to push it inside me but as much as he tried, it would not get in. He told me I was too tight but this did not stop him. He told me to put it in my mouth for a little. I was unsure about that but I was not given time to protest or voice out concern. He was already on top of me, parting my lips with the tip and asking me to open my mouth.
When I did, he told me how happy I was making him, and just like that my concerns and unease disappeared. He grabbed my head and forced his cock down my throat, making me tear up and choke. He kept telling me how much of a good girl I was and how proud of me he was. So I let him do whatever he wanted.
When he was satisfied with my mouth, he got back between my legs. His cock, now covered in my spit, was finally able to enter me. It really hurt and I beg for him to stop but he kept telling me to be a good girl and to let it happen.
I was so tight, he was only able to slide in half of his cock, but this did not stop him. He started fucking me, stretching me, slowly sliding more and more of his cock inside me, until he was balls deep. It did not take long before he came. He lied on top of me, emptying his balls inside me and before long he fell asleep, his cock still inside me.
I lied awake for a few more hours, not willing to move and wake him up. I was so in love with him. This was a dream come true! I felt like the luckiest girl alive. I finally fell asleep at the wee hours of the morning.
When I woke up a few hours later, I was lying naked in bed, with him nowhere to be seen. I quickly got dressed and went to find him. I did not want him to face his father alone.
I found him in his bedroom. As soon as he saw me, his face changed. He looked angry. What did I do wrong? Had he spoken to his father already? Was that why he was angry? I asked him if everything was alright but rather than answer me, he asked me what I was doing in his bedroom. I was confused and asked him if he had spoken to his father. In an angry tone, he asked me about what. I was so confused by his reaction. Had I dreamt what happened last night? I replied about last night, but he feigned ignorance and asked me what I thought happened last night. I was too embarass to reply so I started crying. My tears had no effects on him, instead, he called me names and told me to leave his bedroom and never to speak with him again.
Now i’m at the doctor’s, with my master. It is customary to have the girls checked by a doctor before an auction. Just to certify that I am still a virgin and that everything is working properly. I know what is about to happen. I know that I am not one of the lucky ones anymore. If I survive the wrath of my master after he discovers the truth, i’ll probably end up being sold as a whore.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zu7n7d/raised_for_only_one_purpose
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