Page 22 of The Wicked Virgin

And our eyes met, practically sizzling with suppressed energy. But the man leaned back, casually handsome still even though I could see a tent forming at his crotch.

“Did you bring a toy?” he asked, his voice smooth.

And slowly, I brought my hand out from behind my back, revealing the ten-inch dildo I’d carried with me from my desk. Although the big man hadn’t given me specific instructions, I wanted to play with him, to explore with an alpha male, to bring out my dirty side again.

And the big man chuckled when he saw my offering, the rubber life-like and real, huge and obscene in my small hand.

“You like ‘em big, don’t you?” he rumbled, his eyes sweeping up and down my form. “Good, because you’re small and I’m gonna love working it into you. Get undressed,” he commanded.

And just like yesterday, I obeyed without question. My floral outfit hit the floor in a New York second and I stood before the big man, curves quivering, cunny running wet.

“No bra again?” he asked, eyebrows quirked, taking in my big Double Ds, creamy and luscious, the nipples like bullets already.

“No bra,” I said in a breathy voice. “I find them so confining and uncomfortable.”

And the big man merely chuckled.

“Come here,” he commanded. And slowly I made my way over to him until I was standing between his legs. He looked at me closely, studying my white flesh, the blue veins marbling my huge tits, my tiny waist, my little cunt totally visible through sopping panties. But Mr. Martin didn’t say anything. Instead, he bent forward and licked a nipple, laughing as I gasped, a throaty moan emanating from my throat.

“You like, don’t you little girl?”

And with that, he began alternately sucking and licking my nips, loving the flesh, trailing his tongue in circles around my tits, laving them with the flat of his tongue.

“Fuck, I love big boobs and you’re such a slutty slut, yours are the best,” he rasped into my skin. His fingers had found the edge of my panties now and were playing along the lace, tracing the seam between my thigh and pussy until slowly shifting the fabric away, sweeping it aside so that my cunt was bare.

“Beautiful, just beautiful,” he rasped, breaking from a breast for a moment to stare at my gleaming pussy, a smear of female cream already on my thighs, my clit poking out through my engorged lips.

And gently, his fingers traced my labia, massaging the flesh, playing with my clit, making me moan, my legs spreading on their own, inviting him in to touch, taste, feel me anywhere he wanted. Caressing at first, the big man’s fingers slowly, oh so slowly, made their way into my hole, sliding into the tightness, my walls pulsing around him, grabbing him like a suction.

“Fuck you’re so small,” he rasped. “Fuck.”

But suddenly he stopped moving, his mouth still at my breast, his fingers stopped inside my pussy.

“Is this what I think it is?” he rumbled, eyes seizing mine, never looking away.

And slowly, I nodded, my chest flushing with shame, my boobs and cunt quivering wetly still.

“Yes, I … I’m a virgin,” I confessed.

Because Nick’s fingers were in deep enough such that he’d pushed against my hymen, the little shield of skin testament to my untouched status, the fact that my body had never harbored a penis, never felt a man deep inside to bring me to pleasure, make sparks shoot through my cunt.

“How is this possible?” he rasped again, never breaking eye contact. “You’re such a slut, but you’ve never put out?” he asked, his expression incredulous, his fingers still buried inside me.

I flushed again, even more embarrassed. How to explain it?

“Well,” I said slowly. “I’m technically a virgin but I have a dirty mind. I love watching porn as you know,” I said, blushing fire engine red at that, “and I play with myself all the time, using vibrators, magic wands, rabbits, all sorts of stuff. I’ve just never put anything in myself,” I admitted shyly. “I stay up top for my pleasure.”

“Shit,” he rasped again, his fingers still buried in my twat, still pushed up against the last remainder of my innocence. “This is fucking unbelievable but so amazing. What man would let this go unbroken, wouldn’t bury his dick in your steaming pussy? I have to taste it,” he ground out.

And just like that, he slipped his fingers out, the big digits soaking wet, and held my pussy lips apart, gazing at my dripping hole before touching his tongue to it.

I cried out then, the sensation so fantastic, so dirty that I almost fell over, unsteady in my high heels.

But Nick wasn’t done, not by a long shot. Instead, he pulled my pussy lips apart even further, exposing my interior channel and slowly lapped at my pink folds, the walls pulsing, glistening with female nectar. I moaned throatily, thrashing my head this way and that, boobs heaving as my pussy leaked. The big man then niggled my clit a bit with his tongue before pushing that sensuous muscle into my hole, deep into my cunt, tasting all of me, licking my hymen, eating me up as I screamed and shrieked his name.

“Oh Nick!” I cried, eyes closed, body shaking with pleasure. Electricity ran from my clit throughout my body and I really was going to fall over now, the sensations overwhelming, trembles running up and down my spine.

But Nick clamped a firm arm around my waist, holding me up, and dove back into my pussy. He lapped again and again, stopping to push his tongue into my hole, running that muscle against my hymen, tasting my virginity, savoring where no man had ever been.

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