by Jamie Knight
“Hi,” she said shyly and smiled.
“Good evening,” I responded and nervously scratched the back of my head. The innocence of this young flower was driving me insane. Just the look of her pushed my desires to new heights, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on those curves.
Carrie held her hands together in front of her and kept looking at her feet. It was clear that she was timid.
“Come in,” I prompted, ushering her into the door.
“Thank you,” she said demurely and followed me to my study. My study was the quietest and comfortable space in my house. Besides, that’s where my checkbook was.
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“No, sir.” She shook her head. The way she said “sir” made my dick stir. This girl was a natural submissive. “Didn’t you read my profile?” she asked.
I glanced up at her from my seat at my desk and give her a smile that I hoped was reassuring. “I did. I just find it hard to believe that a beautiful girl like you has never been with a man.”
She shook her head, blonde locks shimmering in the light. “I have never been with a man, sir,” Carrie insisted.
“What about girls?” I still wasn’t 100% convinced.
“I’ve never even been kissed, sir,” she said.
Her eyelashes, long and blonde, flittered as she admitted that little detail. It was a tell-tell sign of embarrassment, but I didn’t want her to feel shame at her inexperience. If anything, it made her more attractive — like a flower that had just started to bloom.
“Carrie, would you be willing to sign a confidentiality agreement?”
“Yeah, sure,” she said, a little surprised.
“It’s standard procedure,” I assured her. A confidentiality agreement was a must-have, especially for a billionaire like me, who could easily attract a scandal.
Carrie signed the paper and handed it to me. I took a look at it to confirmed that everything was in order. Then I took out my checkbook and signed off on ten-million dollars as previously agreed and gave the check to her.
I looked into her eyes and saw pure innocence mixed with a little fear and curiosity. She quickly grabbed her check and put it in her purse, almost as if she was hiding it. That made me want to laugh, but I held back, not wanting her to feel any remorse.
Standing, I took Carrie’s hand in mine. Her fingers felt small and cold in my grasp, but she didn’t pull back. That was a good sign. I led her out of the office and closed the door behind us. Earlier, I had told everyone working in the house to take the night off, and I was left with only the on-call guy. We would be entirely alone.
Carrie followed me to the living room, where I had a fire roaring in the fireplace. That and a few candles were all there was for light. The mix of brightness and shadows would add to the mood.
The girl gasped a little at the elegance. Her arm brushed against mine — soft and warm. With that touch, I just couldn’t act like a gentleman any longer. I grabbed her by her wrist and pushed her against the wall.
Her body was soft against mine. Breasts pushing into my chest and lower down, I could feel her belly’ roundness between her hips. It was all uncharted territory, and it was all mine. I was ready for my prize, and that prize was her.
I pushed back the hair that had covered Carrie’s face and saw fear in her eyes. She was clearly nervous and new to all this. It was clear that she hadn’t had any foreplay before, but at the same time, she did look a little curious. I took a step back because I didn’t want to terrify her any further.
It was perfectly normal for any woman to get a little scared especially being alone with a man in his house for the first time. Rich men especially had nasty reputations. I knew I had to find a way to calm her down.
I held Carrie’s hand, kissed her palm, and looked straight into her eyes. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people.”
She looked away, blushing. “That can’t be true,” she said, doubting herself. “I know I’m not…”
I kissed her, stopping her from talking nonsense about herself. What did she mean she wasn’t beautiful? She was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever come across. I wasn’t lying to her about that. And I just wanted to show her how beautiful I thought she was.
Her lips were so soft and warm. Carrie resisted my kiss a little, probably because she had no idea what she was doing. Still, she was a quick learner and kissed me back in no time. Her lips tasted fresh, and I could tell that this was her very first kiss. Everything about this innocent girl intrigued me. My dick was getting harder with every passing second; I needed to possess her soon.
“This,” I said, reaching down and holding my straining cock. “This is happening because I’m very attracted to you.” I’d never had to explain a hard-on before, but I was somehow even more excited now. I took Carrie’s hand and placed it on my stiff cock to show her what I meant.
She held my cock shyly and looked at me with her eyes wide. “Your dick is really hard,” she commented. Desire showed in her eyes as she kept her fingers touching me. Her lips parted in a tiny breath of air.
“That’s because I’m excited to be with you.” I leaned in a delicately kissed her shoulder blade. “I want you more than anything.”
Carrie blushed and shyly looked away. Still, she didn’t let go of my manhood. She slowly stroked my dick over my slacks, and after a while, she seemed to have gotten comfortable with touching it.
We kept on kissing, but she didn’t let go of my cock. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was just as curious about me as I was about her.
Chapter Four - Carrie
The night was going better than I had expected. Jackson, the man who bought my virginity, sent a car to pick me up from my apartment. It was an offer I had gladly accepted since car problems were what got me into this mess in the first place. I felt excited as I dressed, but I got into that town car, unsure whether or not I was willing to lose my virginity to a stranger.
When I got to Jackson’s house, I was amazed. The word house didn’t seem befitting to the fabulous, gorgeous, and expensive-looking estate he had. However, when I met my host, my jaw really hit the floor.
Jackson was a tall, well-built man with crystal white teeth. He was much younger than I expected and also much more attractive. The dark-haired man could be a model with his square chin and full lips. A t-shirt and a pair of slacks that looked both comfortable and expensive clung to his frame. It seemed like he was in his forties, right about twice my age — something about our noticeable age difference completely turned me on.
My buyer looked like a guy with a lot of experience with women, so I knew right away that I would be in good hands.
As the evening went on, he pushed me against his living room wall, and I got scared. I didn’t know what to expect, but then he planted a warm and gentle kiss on my lips, and I just couldn’t resist. I found myself wondering what I had been waiting for all those years. Making out with Jackson felt amazing! I loved the way he gently but firmly pressed against me when we kissed, and there was something about his scent that made me want him even more.
A few minutes into making out, I felt his hard-on press against my tummy, and I got a little scared again. Jackson must have seen my fear because he went on to explain what it was. I mean, I knew what a hard-on was. I was a virgin, but that didn’t mean that I lived under a rock all my life. I had watched a few porn videos online before just out of curiosity, and there are a lot of hard dicks in porn. However, I thought it was nice of him to try and explain what was happening.
I loved that my host tried to make me as comfortable as possible. He told me what to do, where to touch him, how he liked being kissed, and I liked that he gave me some direction. It eased my anxiety.
Jackson’s hard dick made me feel almost faint, a way that I had never felt before. My panties got wet as he continued to push against me, kissing and touching every i
nch of my body. I quivered a little when he guided my hand to his dick, and I could touch the full length of his manhood. His cock felt huge and hard, which got me excited and scared at the same time.
“It’s too big,” I whispered after stroking it a while.
Jackson chuckled then kissed me on the neck, sending shivers down my body. “Don’t worry, Carrie,” he whispered into my ear, “it will fit.” My knees felt weak at his words.
I looked across the room and saw our reflection in the mirror. We looked perfect together. Jackson’s house was full of mirrors, and they reflected the firelight, making the situation feel almost like a dream.
“I don’t even know you,” I whispered. It was almost as if I was trying to get myself out of the situation, but I just wanted us to move a little slower, to be honest.
He stopped kissing me and pulled back. “You know my name. But it’s okay to call me ‘sir’ if that’s what you’re comfortable with.”
Everything about this wealthy man was intriguing. I liked how he was polite and didn’t want me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. It made me feel safe. I decided to refer to him as sir. It sounded more respectful; plus, I was already used to it, being raised in a military family and all.
“Can I keep kissing you?” he asked for permission. My date didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would ask anyone for permission to do anything. I knew he was making an exception. That really turned me on.
“Yes, sir,” I said with a smile.
Jackson grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. Leaning down, he gently placed his lips on mine and kissed me ever so softly. His hand still remained firm on my wrist, and I liked how it felt. It was almost as if I was his prey, and he had captured me, and for some reason, I wanted to be captured by Jackson. It seemed delightfully wrong.
I had never felt so mixed up about something in my entire life. The angel on one of my shoulders was telling me to get out of there as fast as I could, but the devil on the other shoulder was cheering me on, urging me to go further. Both their voices were strong and loud.
I was still a little timid, but I knew that I had signed a contract and had to honor it. I would give myself to this man. So, I took a step back, reached back, and started to unzip my dress.
Jackson looked at me with desire. He took a few steps back, unzipped his pants, and freed his fully erect manhood from his slacks. His cock was as huge as it felt. I had never seen one in real life, but something about the rigidness made my pussy even wetter, as if my body knew it would feel good inside of me.
He kept one of his big hands on his cock, starting to rub it up and down. The smooth skin covering his rod pulled with the movements of his hand, causing the head to flare a bit. Watching Jackson play with his cock filled me with needs I had never known. Somehow, he knew that and just stood there smiling at me while stroking himself.
“Keep on doing what you’re doing. I like it,” he told me while rubbing the tip of his cock.
“Yes, sir,” I responded.
At this point, I was so turned on that my panties were soaking wet. I quickly freed my hand from the strap of my dress, but he stopped me.
“Strip slowly. Kind of like you were doing before.”
I nodded in agreement. One thing I knew how to do, because of how I was raised, was to take orders.
Chapter Five - Jackson
I stood there gobsmacked, leaning against the armrest of my couch, adoring Carrie’s beautiful semi-naked body as she unzipped her white dress. The creaminess of her skin was magnificent. I couldn’t wait to feel her softness under my hands.
The dress slipped off one shoulder then the other. Carrie turned to let it fall from her torso and reveal her pert, full breasts. Her nipples were hard, a sight that reassured me that she was having a good time.
Continuing to strip, she turned, pushing her dress over her wide hips. Slowly her ass came into view, round and thick — each cheek curved to perfection. The white thong she was in covered very little, and I loved it.
Seeing her naked body was so arousing that I was forced to dip my hands in my unzipped pants and pull out my straining cock. The look on Carrie’s face was priceless. I could tell she had never seen so huge and firm a cock in her life before this moment. The little virgin was frightened, but I could also see the lust and desire in her eyes.
Facing me, she slowly lifted the strings of her thong, just enough for me to have a peek of her lower lips. Then she bent down and voila, she was bare! No panties, just her clean, virgin pussy for me to see. I quivered. I couldn’t help it. Carrie’s calmness, I mean the way she controlled the whole situation. It made me drunk on her.
“Tsk tsk. Bring that booty here so I can check.”
She obliged, shyly approaching me. I pulled at her hips, throwing Carrie off balance. She heavily landed on her ass on my lap. My dick was crushed between her butt cheeks, skin on skin. The warmth and softness were too much. I started to leak precum, tracing lines on her folds.
“You feel so good, girl. There is so much I have imagined doing to you. And do you know what happens when things are left to my imagination?”
“No, sir! I don’t know what happens. Show me what I’m missing out on,” Carrie answered politely, her suggestive eyes poking at my very existence as a man.
“Get back to dancing,” I commanded her, hurriedly releasing her from my grip on her waist and pushing her up with a smack on the rear.
She stumbled before gaining her balance and majestically strode towards her domain in front of the fireplace. This beautiful earthly creature was aggressively turning me on. I couldn’t help it. I was now stroking my hard cock, simultaneously moving my hand up and down my shaft, reacting to every move her curvy ass made.
I commanded Carrie to keep going. She turned towards my gaze, and her exposed breasts bounced with her rhythm. It was a sight to behold, mesmerizing. Her sudden, unpredictable moves turned me on even more. Instinctually, she knew what she was doing. My eyes were fixed on my virgin, and my breath was taken away.
She slowly bent down, flipped her hair, and rose back up. The sight of her nakedness before my eyes was intoxicating. Damn! I was no longer thinking straight. She teasingly turned around, so I could not see her curvy ass and bent over. I was now losing it. The way her blonde hair swayed towards the wood floor was impeccable.
She got on her feet, turned her head, so my eyes met hers, and bit her lower lip before moving her hands up her hips, across her navel, and against her breasts. Massaging them, she walked towards me, hands full of her own breasts. She was just a girl, but tonight, she was on fire.
Her nipples and breasts were so full I wanted to suck the living shit out of them. Her waist was perversely slender, and I could barely see her pussy lips when she bent over. She was the most beautiful woman I had set my eyes on, and I could not wait to devour her godly body.
“Have you had champagne before?” I asked Carrie, creating a distraction to ease the tension I was feeling. It was too early. I wanted the night to last.
“I have never had any alcohol my whole life,” she answered with a calm, soft voice.
I walked over to my bar, grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses to match.
“Come here. Tonight, you are going to have a glassful of champagne,” I told her as I poured her a flute.
“Yes, sir,” she answered. Those simple words made me shiver.
I handed her the glass, and she hesitantly took a few sips.
“Drink it all,” I commanded her.
Looking a little nervous, Carrie gulped the last of her glass and slammed it on the counter. I was taken by her obedience. Damn! This girl was something. I hoped for more. Fuck it, I wanted more of her already naked body, and I wanted to savor it all.
I instructed her to dance for me some more, and all she could utter was, “Yes, sir!”
She started dancing, swinging her hips side by side, raising her hands in the air. I just stood ther
e, supporting my weight on the counter, admiring and watching this beauty. She giggled and shyly smiled at me. Carrie must’ve known what she was doing to me. She looked relaxed, calm, and composed as if the glass of champagne had somehow boosted her psyche. I didn’t mind. Wherever her attitude came from, it sure turned me on, and I loved it. Finally, she looked settled, and she was letting loose. I was getting all heated up, and I wanted to be consumed by her fire. I stood up and walked to her.
“It’s time for me to see how much of a good girl you are,” I whispered in her ear as she kept dancing.
Carrie stopped and stared at me suggestively as I took off my tie from around my neck.
“I am going to tie you up,”
The look on her face startled me. She looked timid, but again she was full of curiosity. She slowly brought forth her hands for me to tie. This act of submissiveness turned me on even more. I couldn’t help but wonder how I had not met her before.
Quickly, I bound her hands together in a tight knot and noticed a flush on her cheeks. I could read the uncertainty on her face. She wasn’t sure if I’d take her at that very moment, and that got me quivering with excitement.
Once I had the girl bound, I ran my hands over her body, exploring all the skin I could get my hands on. Her curves were warm and soft. At my touch, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her both in admiration and lust.
“Am I really?” she asked with a flicker of anxiety in her voice.
I pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t say anything. You just have to trust me.”
Carrie nodded quietly, bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes once more. I slid my hands to her breasts, caressed them gently, then switched up a notch and squeezed them hard. She let out a soft moan, arching her back so my hands could have better access to her cleavage. I leaned in to kiss her neck while my hard cock pressed against her stomach.
