Her First Time

I’m walking up to the elegant, modern building and I almost can’t believe that I’m doing this. Almost. Granted I’ve never done something this crazy, but that’s all part of my plan, right? To reinvent myself, to become more selfish, more focused on me. I’m twenty-four years old and my only lover has been my ex-fiancé, a man who only cared about himself. Do I still love him? Part of me is afraid that yes, I still do. But if he saw me right now, his jaw would drop and he’d be flabbergasted.

The security guard inside the building smiles at me in greeting as I step into the small but inviting entrance hall. I swear I can feel his gaze on me, checking me out. Little does he know that beneath my long, red pea coat, I’m not wearing anything except for my black lace bra and underwear. I’m practically nude underneath my coat.

My black high heels click against the tiled floor and I try to steady my thundering heartbeat as I approach the secretary. She’s really pretty, with sleek, brown hair and a pair of beautiful crystal green eyes. She looks up at me and grins.

“Evelyn?” she asks with a cheery voice.

I nod. “Yes, that’s me.”

God, I sound so pathetic, with my voice teetering on the edge of panic. I wonder if he will notice my nervousness?
The secretary, though, seems oblivious because she is more than happy to escort me down the hall to the elevators. She gives me brief directions to Mr. McKay’s office and waves me off with a cheery smile.

Once the elevator door closes shut and begins its slow ascent to the third floor, I really start to panic. I bite down on my lower lip and silently hope that I don’t disappoint him. I’ve never met him before but I can’t stand the thought of disappointing anyone else. It’s kind of silly, how humans need so much approval, but I can’t deny it anymore. Why else would I have posted that ad online, offering myself to a complete stranger?

The elevator dings as the door opens, forcing me to shed my intrusive thoughts. Focus on the present, Evelyn, I tell myself as I make my way down the hall. My heels echo throughout the silent, still hallway while I glance at the pretty photographs hanging on the walls. Almost all of them are in black and white and center around abandoned buildings. There is a haunting, ethereal mood to them, which really resonates with me. But now is not the time to fawn over black and white photos.

I finally reach his office and take a deep, shaky breath before I knock on the door. I have no idea what he looks like. He just told me in the emails that he was tall, fit, had black hair and hazel eyes.

“Come in,” a deep, seductive voice calls out from the other side. “It’s unlocked.”

I lift my head a little higher, straighten my back, and slowly open the door. It’s rather dim in the averagely sized office, but the large window allows the sunshine to filter in, illuminating the darkened room. My gaze immediately settles on his still figure behind the desk, and I take a tentative step forward before I nervously swallow and smile at him.

“Hello, sir,” I say in the most confident voice I can muster.

He finally looks up at me. I wish he hadn’t. Because I quickly realize that he’s too beautiful for someone like me. I can already tell that he is the type of man that commands your attention every time you’re in his presence. He is wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit with a black tie that makes me almost sway in admiration and lust. His gaze lingers on my face for a few seconds before his stern expression melts away into a smile.

“Come closer,” he says in that delicious voice. “I want to see you better.”

I’ll do anything you want, I almost say. But that would be too soon, right? Out of all the people that responded to my ad, he was the one that intrigued me the most. Right now, I’m pretty happy that I decided on him. To my surprise, I walk toward him with a confident gait, making sure to keep my gaze on him as I sit on the leather chair in front of him. His gaze never leaves my face.

“Why are you nervous?” he softly asks. “Are you scared of me?”

I gulp. “Not at all, sir. I’m just a little…shy at first.”

“Understandable.” His gaze finally flickers down to my chest. “Why don’t you take off your coat?”

I slowly stand up and silently hope that he likes what he sees. I may not be the skinniest girl in the world, but I’ve learned that not everyone is into thin girls. Some people prefer curvy women. Brendan seems to be one of those people because his eyes light up when I unbutton my pea coat to reveal my lack of clothing. Instead of seeming disappointed or repulsed, he seems turned on…

“Come here,” he says with a raspy voice.

I slowly make my way to him. I think about Randall cheating on me with all of those women, the way I trusted him so
easily for all those years. It forces me to get on my knees and crawl toward Brendan like a kitten. If I were a guy, I’d love to watch a woman do that. So I do. Once I reach him on the chair, I rest my head against his knee and close my eyes.

“Use me,” I whisper. “Please.”

He slowly brings his hand to my cheek and caresses my skin, making me shiver. I’m so turned on, I wonder if he can see my taut nipples straining against my bra. He doesn’t say anything for a full minute as he caresses my cheek, making me lean into his touch.

“How do you want me to do that?” he asks as his thumb wanders to my lips, grazing the pink flesh.

We both know what the answer to that is, but he wants to hear me say it. But I’d rather show him, honestly. So I open my eyes and set my gaze on the bulge in his crotch. I smile as I plant a soft kiss on him through his pants. He quickly pulls my head back by grabbing my hair and pulling on several of the strands.

“Tell me,” he says in a sexy, firm tone. “I want to hear it.”
Instead of feeling pain, I feel pleasure and excitement. I meet his gaze and feel my pussy ache at the delectable sight of him looking down at me, eagerly awaiting my next move.

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say in a pleading tone. “Please, sir.”

His gaze darkens. “Get up with me.”

I quickly get on my feet and follow him. He leans against the wall while I patiently stand there, waiting for his next order.

“Get down on your knees,” he says in a barely contained whisper.

I get on my knees again and look up at him with a smile. He smirks as he pushes back a strand of loose hair from my forehead.

“Unbuckle me,” he says.

Adrenaline rushes through me as I look up at him and undo his leather belt. Once his belt is loose, I unbutton him and pull down his zipper with my teeth. If this is the only time I’m going to do it, I might as well enjoy it as much as possible, right? His pleased expression sends pleasure straight to my core. I kiss him through his black boxers and he stiffens when I look up at him again. He seems to like eye contact. Which is good because I like it, too.

“Can I pull these down, sir?” I ask with a soft voice.

“Yes.”

I slowly lower his underwear until they’re pooled around his ankles. His cock comes into bare view and I find myself staring at it, admiring his length and girth. He’s completely shaved, which makes me wonder if he always does this? Randall never shaved.

Why am I thinking of him? Smiling, I wrap a hand around his cock and kiss the head, forcing my ex-fiancé out of my mind. Instead, I focus on Brendan’s delicious, masculine scent. I stroke the base of his cock once before I lower my mouth around his hardness. I slowly suck on the head, bathing him in wetness as he runs his fingers through my soft, long hair. A moan escapes me as he wraps several strands of my hair around his fingers and roughly pulls them.

“Suck it harder,” he says as he places his left hand on the other side of my head. “Choke on it.”

I close my eyes and eagerly take him further into my mouth. When his rigid length reaches the back of my throat, I fight the urge to pull away. Instead, I force myself all the way down his cock until my nose touches his bare skin. His hands tremble in my hair and he shudders as he slides out of my mouth.

“Shit,” he murmurs. “You’re good. Do it again.”

His praise fills me with more lust. Maybe he doesn’t expect me to go crazy, but I do. I force his thick cock down my throat again and blink back tears as I gag on him, loving the way he grinds himself against my mouth. He firmly grabs my head and starts thrusting himself into my mouth, fucking my throat with greedy, violent thrusts that have my clit throbbing with arousal. His cock is covered in my saliva and I moan around him as he holds me against his thick length for a few seconds, making me gag. When he slides out of me, I grab his cock and slap it against my cheek, making sure to look up at him. I rub his dick all over my face, loving the look of approval on his handsome face.

“I love your cock, sir,” I say before I trail my tongue up his long shaft. “It tastes so good.”

He groans when I wrap my fingers around his slick, wet cock and start stroking him as I lower my mouth to his balls. I gently kiss them before I start sucking one as I continue to stroke him. More wetness floods my core as he pulls my hair again, making me moan. The sound of my hand jerking him off and my mouth sucking on his balls is enough to have me trembling with pleasure. He isn’t even really touching me, but it feels so good to hear and watch him in so much pleasure because of me.

“You’re a good little slut,” he tautly whispers as he pulls away from me. “I want you bent over my desk now.”

I quickly do as I’m told. Excitement rushes through me as I get up and walk over to his desk, where I spread myself open for him. He’s on me in a matter of mere seconds, wrapping his strong hands around my waist as he brings his mouth to my neck, kissing the sensitive skin all the way up to my ear. I gasp and shudder as his hands wander over my soft body and he breathes into my ear, sending a chill straight through me.

“Is my slut wet and ready for me?” he whispers into my ear as his right hand descends to my soaked underwear. “I can make you wetter.”

“Oh God,” I say with a trembling voice as I watch his hand slip past my panties and onto my shaved cunt.

“Mm,” he purrs into my ear. “Nice and wet for my cock to slide into. But I want you to beg for it.”

He slowly slips a finger inside of my slippery cunt and I arch my back against him, making my ass grind against his bare cock. My thighs are trembling already and his finger is barely inside of me. He grazes his teeth on my neck as his finger slips further inside of me, making me buck against him.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper as he slowly starts to tease me with his finger.

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“With your hard cock!” I almost yell out. “Please fuck me, sir!”

“Hm. I think I want you to come on my hand first.”

He starts fingering me so good as he sucks on my neck, making me shake and moan as I quickly lose complete control. It usually takes me awhile to come, but not with Brendan. It hasn’t even been a full minute and I’m already coming from his finger sliding in and out of my pussy and his mouth on my neck. I can feel my arousal seeping onto his hand as my orgasm sends shudders throughout my body. He bites down on my neck and I buck against him as a shriek escapes me. He growls and takes his hand away from my drenched cunt before he pulls aside my black panties and rubs the head of his cock against my slickness.

“Are you ready for me, my little slut?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yes,” I say with a shaky whisper. “I am.”

He nibbles on my shoulder. “That wasn’t convincing.”

I moan as he rubs his thick cock against my clit, making me close my eyes and lean my head back. “Please fuck me senseless, sir! I need it.”

“You need my cock inside of you?” He teases me by slipping the tip of his cock into my cunt, making me moan so loud, I almost forget that others can hear us. “Like this?”

“Fuck me,” I growl as I push against him, forcing his cock deeper into me. “Fuck me until I’m screaming and it hurts. Fuck me until I’m shaking and saying your name. Just fuck me.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he says. “The ugly, dirty side of you that’s begging for my cock.”

He grabs my shoulders and lowers me until I’m sprawled on his desk. He slips himself out of me before he pulls down my underwear and takes them off. I hear the sound of a wrapper opening before he lowers his mouth to my neck and bites down, hard. A muffled scream escapes me as I feel his long, thick cock enter me. There is no resistance since I am so wet and ready for him. Once he is fully inside of me, he sucks on my neck and wraps his hands around my breasts as he thrusts into me. I moan as I feel his hard cock slowly slip out and then slam back into me. He pinches my nipples and starts fucking me hard. When he pulls my hair again and slaps my ass, I scream in absolute pleasure.

“You’re such a good little whore, letting me fuck you so hard,” he says as he grips my hip with his left hand.

“Yes,” I say as my fingers tremble on the desk. “I’m your little whore. Fuck me as hard as you want.”

He grips my hips with both of his hands and starts fucking me so deep and hard, I can’t even moan or scream. All I can focus on is the way his cock is so deep inside of me, making me shake everywhere. He brings a hand to my neck and gently adds pressure, heightening my pleasure.

“It feels so fucking good,” I manage to gasp out. “Please don’t stop.”

“Mm, I won’t. But I want your legs on my shoulders now. I want to see your face when you come on my cock.”

He slips himself out of me and I quickly turn around to rest on my back. He pulls me toward him until he can place my legs on his shoulders and then he’s sliding back inside my slippery, wet cunt. I moan as he starts to violently thrust inside me again, sending goose bumps all over my skin.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he whispers in a taut voice.

I lower my hand to my clit and start rubbing it earnestly as I watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy. I feel more arousal gather in my cunt as I touch my clit in earnest. It’s so hot to watch him fuck me with my legs perched on his shoulders. A shudder takes hold of me as he wraps a hand around my neck, forcing me to look up at him.

“You love being my little whore, don’t you?”

I moan and rub my clit harder. “Yes! I do. You fuck me so good.”

He slams his cock into me and then I’m coming so hard and violently that I have to cover my mouth to hide the screech that escapes me. My legs shake on his shoulders and my hands slap the desk, searching for something to grip.

He moans in approval. “Yes, come all over my cock. I can feel you tightening around me. Do it again.”

I close my eyes but then his grip on my neck intensifies. I look up at him and moan when I see the raw, animalistic lust dancing in his eyes.

“Don’t take your eyes off me,” he says as he thrusts into me with more force. “I want to see your face when you come again.”

I start rubbing my clit again and he is fucking me so good, never taking his eyes off my face. I feel my core tightening once again but I don’t dare to avert my gaze from him. I open my mouth but no sound comes out as I start coming again. He grips my ankles and spreads my legs to fuck me even harder, making me scream out his name over and over again.

“Yes, scream my name,” he hisses. “My dirty little slut.”

My entire body is shaking so violently and uncontrollably as he continues to thrust into me. I have no idea how long he has been fucking me; all I know is that he feels amazing and perfect. His fingers dig into my ankles and his expression is strained as he moans and his gaze wanders down to my pussy.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he whispers as his thrusts become more urgent and erratic.

“Please let me swallow it, sir,” I ask as I stare at him. “Please.”

He lets go of my ankles and slips his cock out of me before he takes off the condom and throws it into the trash next to the desk. I quickly slide off the desk and get on my knees, making sure to look up at him with an eager expression. He starts stroking himself and I lower my mouth to his balls and suck on them as he moans and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Fuck,” he says as he shudders.

I know that he’s going to come so I bring my mouth to the head of his cock and wrap my lips around him. When his thighs start to shake, I swallow his entire length and relish in the way he loses complete control. His fingers tremble against my scalp and he groans as he starts coming down my throat in large spurts. I swallow all of it, making sure to keep his cock down my throat until there’s nothing more left.

“Mm,” I say once I slip him out of my mouth. “Thank you, sir.”

I kiss his cock before I grab my panties and slip them back on. I feel his gaze on me as I’m putting on my coat and sure enough when I turn around, he’s staring right at me with a heady expression.

“I hope to see you again, Evelyn,” he says as he starts getting dressed. “Don’t be a stranger.”

I’m still so wet and turned on as I leave his office, but I don’t care. I’m smiling all the way down the hall to the elevator, where I wonder when our next time together will be.