[MF] She Told Me She Was Inexperienced, But I Didn’t Realize She Was a Virgin Until I Flew Halfway Around the World to Meet Her

I’ve spent so much time traveling for work, that I don’t mind visiting places on my own.  If I’m in Europe or a big city with a lot of things to do, I’ll usually plan to stay a few extra days and enjoy myself.  Occasionally, I even plan a trip alone just to relax.

When the travel restrictions were put in place, I started dreaming of going abroad.  I knew I needed to plan a trip somewhere, and I was more than happy to go alone.  It didn’t matter where I went.  I talked about it constantly.  People made recommendations on places I should go, but only Angel offered to be my tour guide.

She lived in Northern Italy.  We’d been chatting and flirting online for months.  We met on a fetish site when she commented on a story I shared.  It reached the point where we talked almost daily.  Mostly through text, but sometimes through voice chat.  She was young and mostly inexperienced with a filthy mind and a unique sense of style that was a little bit goth and a little bit metal.

I bought myself a ticket to Milan.  Angel lived a few hours east, in a small town near the Adriatic Sea.  Even if we met and hated one another, I figured I could spend a week roaming the Italian countryside or going to museums and relaxing with good wine.  But I was hoping for much more.

Our conversations had always been explicit, but things escalated in the weeks before my visit.  Angel never sent nudes, but she started sending pictures in lacy lingerie. She was very attractive, with long, dark hair, pouty lips, and needy eyes.  She claimed that men barely noticed her in her country and that it was difficult to meet people because she was shy.

She told me she’d only been fucked once, just to get it over with.  She fantasized about kinky sex, but had only dated a few guys who were vanilla.  She found most men overwhelming and too aggressive.

We talked at length about her fantasies.  I told her I wanted to make them reality on my trip.  Sometimes she seemed excited, she told me she touched herself thinking about it.  But most of the time she was noncommittal.  

Getting on the plane, I still didn’t know what to expect.  I decided to push things.

“I want you to be a good girl and dress up to meet me, Angel.  You know what I like.  Don’t disappoint me.”

When I landed the next morning, she hadn’t responded.  I picked up a rental car from the airport and drove toward the coast where I’d rented a villa.  I stopped and enjoyed lunch and the scenery.  By the time I got to my rental, she’d finally sent a message saying she looked forward to meeting the next day.

I met her at a train station the next morning.  The plan was to go to Venice together.  

In person, Angel was more attractive than her photos.  I couldn’t imagine a world where men didn’t notice her.  Her long, dark hair was down.  She wore dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick and had on a black choker with a white button down blouse with black boots and a black pleated skirt that showed off her pale, white thighs.  

She was obviously shy, despite the goth school girl outfit.  Still, she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.  I would have been happy to skip the tourism and go straight back to my place, but I knew I had to take things slow.

We explored the city following her agenda.  We mostly avoided the popular sites and went to her favorite places instead.  At lunch, she introduced me to a couple of Italian beers that I’d never tried.  Gradually, her shyness faded away.  Our conversation flowed more freely and we started to flirt.

We were walking down a sparsely populated street when I kissed her for the first time.  I took her shoulder, turned her to me, and pressed my lips to hers.  For a minute, I thought she’d pull away.  Then she kissed me back.  Her tongue slid into my mouth.  She was inexperienced, but quickly improved.

“I’ve had enough site-seeing for the day,” I told her.  “Come see where I’m staying.”

She was hesitant.

“It wasn’t a request,” I told her.  “It was a command.”

She glanced down at the ground.  She couldn’t make eye contact.

“You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“Then stop being shy.  You know you want this.  It’s the reason you invited me here.”

“I didn’t think you’d really come,” she said.

“Well now I’m here.  And it’s up to you to show me a good time.”

Angel was nervous all the way back to my place.  She didn’t say much, but she still held my hand the entire time.  When we reached my rental, I took her straight to the bedroom.

“I don’t mean to rush things,” I told her. “But I’ve wanted you for such a long time. And you look incredible today.”

She blushed and looked at the ground again. I lifted her chin with two fingers so our eyes locked.  Then I kissed her again.  My hands went to the buttons on her white blouse.

“I want to see your body,” I told her.

“I’m nervous,” she said.  “I feel insecure when people look at me too long.”

“I can’t help it,” I responded.  “You’re beautiful.”

She tried to look away, but I lifted her chin again.

“I’m going to fuck you, Angel.”

“I know,” she said.

“Tell me you want it.”

“I do,” she responded.

“What do you want?” I asked.

She tried to look away again.

“I want to be your dirty slut,” she said softly in her sweet Venetian accent.

I opened her blouse.  She wore a lacy white bra that showed off her big, perfect tits.

“Sit on the edge of the bed. Just like that.  Let me look at you.”

“I’m nervous,” she responded.  “Will you be gentle?”

“I thought you wanted a man to be rough with you?” I asked.

“I do,” she answered.  “But it’s my first time.”

“Yes, I know it’s your first time with a dom,” I said.

“Not just that.  It’s my first time ever.  I’m sorry I lied to you.  I didn’t think you’d want to talk to a virgin.”

I hesitated for a second.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

She nodded.

“But maybe your first time should be special,” I said.

“With you, it would be special.  And I know you’ll be kind.”

I took her hand and guided it to my pants.

“Do you want this fat cock in your virgin pussy?” I asked.

She nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” I said.

“Yes.  I want you in my pussy.”

“Take off your skirt,” I told her.

I took a step back and watched her remove it carefully.  Her lacy white thong matched her bra.  

“Take off the boots, too.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and obeyed.  She started to remove her blouse, but I told her to just leave it on, hanging open.  I complimented her pale thighs and plump ass.  She started to look away, but I told her to keep her eyes on me.

“You’re beautiful,” I told her.  

I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed passionately.  I tasted her lips and kissed her neck and clavicle.  My hands roamed her body and squeezed her ass.  I put her hand on my cock again and she rubbed it gently.

“Tell me what you want, Angel.”

“I want you to take my virginity,” she said.

I guided her to the bed.

“I’m nervous,” she said again.

I undressed quickly.  Her eyes fixed on my erect cock.

“It’s all for you, Angel.”

I spread her legs gently and kissed the inside of her knee. My mouth moved up her smooth thigh.  Her panties were soaked.  I gently slid them down.

“You have a beautiful pussy,” I said.

She blushed and tried to look away.  I told her to keep her eyes on mine.

I put my mouth on her clit.  Our eyes stayed locked on another.  I swirled my tongue.  I licked up and down her slit.  Instinctively, she ran her fingers through my hair and gripped my head.

My tongue moved faster.  Her body had been longing for the touch of a man for years.  She whimpered and moaned my name.  

“You’re doing so good, baby,” I said.  “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I gently slipped one finger into her cunt.  I attacked her clit with my tongue.  I circled it rapidly and teased her with my teeth.  

I fucked Angel’s pussy with my fingertip.  

“I want you to cum for me,” I told her.  

I slipped a second finger in her needy pussy.  I exhaled sharply on her dripping wet pussy.  She gasped loudly.  I assaulted her clit aggressively again. I sucked and teased it.  

Her first orgasm came quickly.  Her entire body shuddered.  I kissed her mouth so she could taste herself on me.  

I spread her thighs eagerly.  I wanted to go slow, but I was overcome with desire.  The tip of my cock slipped easily inside her wet pussy.

“Does this feel good?” I asked.

She whimpered a little and told me it hurt.

I pushed deeper

I pulled back out and thrusted again.  Each stroke was slow and steady and just a bit deeper.  Angel kept her eyes locked on mine.   She bit her lower lip.

“You’re doing good, Angel,” I moaned.  “Your hot little pussy feels so good.”

She moaned.  I fucked her harder.

“I need to fill your little virgin pussy, Angel,” I groaned.  “That’s what you want, isn’t it?  To feel my cum inside you?”

“Yes,” she responded in her sexy little accent.  “Fill me.”

“Say it louder.”

“Fill me,” she whimpered.

“LOUDER,” I repeated.

“Fill me,” she pleaded.  “Fill my virgin pussy with your cum.”

I drove my cock into her.  Her cries were a mix of pleasure and pain.  Instinct took over, and she moved her hips in rhythm with mine.  I felt her pussy milking me.  I knew she was going to cum again.  I slowed down and sped up again, working her into a frenzy.  When she started to climax, I let go and exploded into her cunt.  

We kissed one another feverishly.  I kept thrusting until I’d put every drop deep inside her pussy.

I rolled off to the side and brought her head to my chest.  

“How do you feel?” I asked.

She told me she felt good.  I could feel her heart racing.  Her body trembled in my arms.  

We kissed each other gently.  

“I thought it would be rougher,” she confessed.

“Not for your first time.  I had to be a little sweet.  I hope you liked it.”

She nodded her head.

“Rest up, Angel,” I told her.  “Our night is just getting started.”

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