Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Jade K. Scott

  "I can see by your reaction you really liked being collared," Sir said, cupping my boobs and sliding his thumbs over my erect, hard nipples. He had really big, callused hands, too. They felt so hard and rough, and awesome on the smooth, delicate skin of my breasts. Something stirred deep in my lower belly, and I was unable to still my squirming. "I think you might be a natural submissive."

  I wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but it sounded like a good thing coming from him. I smiled up at Sir, giving him my best sultry smile and look. I wanted him to like me. I needed him to like me, because I really liked him. A lot.

  "What now, mast…uh, Sir?" I said. My eyes dropped to his semi-flaccid cock, still hanging out of his jeans. "How long before you can deflower me?"

  "How long I take is not your concern, Chevonne," he said, hands rising up to cup my face. "You are so beautiful. Everything about you is perfect. Especially those full lips."

  Sir lowered his face. I couldn't breathe. As his lips neared mine, I began shaking. A deep longing filled me, and I heard a pathetic little moan escape. Hell, I thought I was going to cry.

  His nose touched mine, and he paused to look deep into my eyes. Our connection was so intense I groaned, starting to rub my thighs together. I felt a tear roll down my left cheek. I tilted my head up more, pushing my lips closer to his. Sir finally tilted his head to the side, and pushed down into a deep, open-mouth kiss.

  I savored our first kiss. Sir was even demanding when kissing me, but I gave him everything he wanted. Gladly. The feel of his firm lips rubbing across mine sent ripples through me, and my skin goose-fleshed. Soon his hot, wet tongue came probing, exploring every corner of my mouth. I returned the favor, and our tongues began an erotic tango, teasing and pleasing.

  His hands dropped from my face back down to my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck while he fondled me, turning those ripples of pleasure into waves. My head fell back and I groaned wantonly when he rolled a nipple between two fingers, and then pulled it. An erotic jolt shot straight down from my nipple to my pussy. I threw a leg around him, and started humping his leg.

  Sir bent me backwards, and lowered his face into my cleavage. I buried my fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp, as he rubbed his face all over my boobs, stopping frequently to kiss, nibble, lick, and suck on them. His lips and tongue did the most wonderful things to my nipples, which were amazingly sensitive.

  I don't know how long were went at each other like that, but it wasn't nearly long enough. But all good things come to an end, and Sir finally straightened up and pushed me out to arm's length. Then he stepped back and looked me over with relish. I noticed he was holding the leash in his left hand, and he drew it taut.

  "Slave," he said, voice deep and commanding, eyes boring into my very soul. "Remove your panties."

  I almost corrected him, telling him them weren't panties, but thongs. I caught myself just in time. Something told me he wouldn't appreciate it. I wiggled out of my now sopping wet thongs, making a big production out of it, with lots of hip gyrations and bouncing boobs. He seemed to enjoy the show, as well as the audience.

  "Throw them into the audience," he said, when I held them out to him.

  I hesitated. Those were my favorite thongs. My sexiest thongs. I wore them whenever I wanted to feel sexy. But a command is a command, and sexy little slave girls had to do what they are told. So I hooked my thumb under the elastic waist band, and pulled back on the other side, and shot those silky pink thongs out into the crowd. There was a scuffle as several men tried to capture them, and finally a whoop of victory. I shook my head with a big smile as that lucky man held them to his face and took a deep breath, filling himself with my scent.

  "Kneel," Sir commanded.

  I dropped to my knees as sensuously as I could.

  "Now sit back," he said. I sat down, my legs tucked beneath me. "Sit on the floor, legs spread wide in front of you."

  I wasn't sure how that would be sexy, but I complied. I was facing him, stiletto heeled feet wide and knees bent. I leaned back, propping myself up on my arms. He had me in an open, vulnerable position that energized my body, and I began panting lightly. The way he looked at my close-cropped, bikini waxed triangle really turned me on. I loved that hungry, lusty look.

  "Now lay all the way back, and start playing with your boobs," he said, stepping up between my legs.

  My eyes locked on his cock, now fully erect and looking huge. A drop of pre-cum formed on the tip, and I so wanted to lick it off. It got harder to breathe, harder to even think. Knowing I was about to lose my virginity, about to get my cherry popped, left me a tingling mess. This was the moment I'd waited for so long.

  Sir unbuckled his belt, and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. He dropped to his knees, and then to all fours above me. First, he kissed me. Our lips and tongues toyed with each other a long moment, before he kissed his way down to my tits. He had me continue to fondle myself while he kissed, nibbled, and sucked on my boobs and nipples. It was divine.

  "This is a moment you will never forget, Chevonne," Sir said, his voice even deeper, huskier.

  "I know," I barely gasped out. My throat was so tight, heart hammering. My groin muscles were tightening, pussy throbbing with need. I lifted my hips off the floor, wishing he'd let me wrap my arms around him. "Oh, Sir, please. Take me. Make me a woman."

  He reclaimed my lips in the fiercest kiss so far. At the same time, he guided his cock to my glistening pussy lips. That's wasn't easy for him, since he was so tall it required him to bend almost double, or so it seemed to me. I felt that rubbery head rubbing across my lower lips, and then all around my pussy. Finally, he slid his cock between my pussy lips, and pushed into my sensitive slit. I gasped and bowed my back. Then, finally breaking the kiss, Sir pushed into me.

  Pain surged through me. I sucked in a sharp breath, surprised because he hadn't even reached my Hymen. He was just so big, so thick. That cock stretched me to the max. And it hurt good. Soon, the pain diminished, and it was pure pleasure.

  "Mmm."

  "Hey, what do you know," Sir said, and I felt his cock press up against my Hymen tissue. All I could do was stare open-mouthed up at him. "It looks like a bit if virtue is standing between us and a really good time." He pulled back a bit, and then thrust hard. My cherry popped with an intense jolt of pain, pulling a tiny cry from my lips. "Oops, my bad. No virtue intact around here."

  As much as I longed for that moment, I missed my virginity already. Besides, it hurt far more than I thought it would. My girlfriends dismissed the pain they felt with a wave of the hand, and a "Hurts good" comment. For me, it just hurt. But soon the pain began to numb, and those wonderful ripples of pleasure returned. Sir happily humped away blissfully through it all.

  It didn't take long for Sir to turn my insides into a totally sexy, tingly mess again. Tiny animal noises escaped my lips, and my body bucked and squirmed, all of it completely beyond my control. I couldn't even fondle myself, and my hands clutched at his shoulders desperately. And best of all, an incredible tenseness was building, winding up within with every long, steady thrust into me. Sir was feeling it, too. His head rolled back and he arched his back as he pounded me harder and harder, becoming almost frantic.

  Sir was going to come long before me, which meant I probably wouldn't come unless I took matters into my own hand. Literally. I reached down to my pussy and started rubbing my clit. My clit was more sensitive than I'd ever know it. That first rub sent a jolt through me that made my whole body convulse.

  "Oh…Hell…yes," I gasped out.

  That soft dry slap of his hips into my inner thighs turned into a loud wet slap as we both sweated, becoming shiny with it. He got me so damned hot. I loved the feel of our wet bodies together. Our comingled seminal fluids were running down my butt crack, making me wonder if he was producing all of that or if I was. It felt sexy, either way.

  Sir thrust in and held it, and I felt him convulsing.

  So frustrating. I was right a
t the brink, too. Now…nothing. All that sexual tension was slowly dissipating.

  "You did good, Chevonne," Sir said.

  "Thank you, master…I mean, Sir," I said. "But really, you did all the work. I just enjoyed it."

  He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty. I was surprised to see he was still hard as a rock, too. Everything I've ever heard from movies, TV, my girlfriends said men went limp after coming.

  "It's not over yet, baby doll slave girl," he said, grinning wickedly.

  I froze. That grin worried me a bit. What did he have in mind? What more did he want from me?

  Sir stood up, slanted a look at the audience. That wicked grin only intensified. And then he pulled me to my feet. He turned me so that the audience was to my left now, bent me forward, and gave my butt a firm bootie slap. His open palm cracked like a rifle on my sweat shiny butt cheek.

  Thwack!

  "Oh!"

  "Chevonne sold me her virginity tonight, boys and girls," Sir said. "I popped her cherry just now, and received her first blow job before that."

  Thwack!

  "Oh my Lord," I whispered, already knowing where this was going.

  Sir's hand slipped down my butt crack, and his fingers probed my butt hole. My ass tightened up, all of its own accord.

  "Hers and my cum has already lubed it up nicely," Sir said, and pushed inside me.

  "Oh!" I cried, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it.

  Oddly, it didn't really hurt so much as worry me. My anus wasn't pleased, either. It tightened around his thrusting finger, and the sensations that came from that action bubbled up within, and danced up my spine. I felt it to my knees and my throat.

  "Chevonne, spread your legs wide," Sir commanded.

  I never hesitated. My feet slide out to shoulder width apart. Sir was not satisfied, and forced them wider. Dramatically wide.

  "Please, Sir, I can't go any wider in these shoes," I begged.

  "Bend over, Chevonne, and grab your ankles."

  "What?" I said, even as I bent over until my head was lower than my waist. It wasn't easy remaining on my feet bent over like that, but I got my hands wrapped around my ankles as ordered. "What are you going to do to me, Sir?"

  "I'm going to take your anal cherry, Chevonne," he said. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of your ass."

  My brain went numb. It never once occurred to me that this might happen. Indeed, I never fantasized about anal at all. I was not prepared to deal with it. Sir was taking me into territory that frightened me. Yet, my body was raging with desire, all hot, sweaty, and pulsing with need.

  Thwack!

  "Oh!"

  "Nice ass, girl," Sir said, and then slapped the other butt cheeks.

  Thwack!

  "Oh! Ooooh," I said, and groaned. Why did that feel so damned good?

  A second finger joined the first up my ass. At the same time, he caressed by stinging butt cheeks with his free hand. His fingers trailed down into my butt crack, down to my throbbing twat. He stroked my nether lips, sending the most awesome ripples through my body. In no time I was gasping, panting. It was so hot up on that stage, almost insufferably hot. I felt sweat dribbling down my thighs, along my spine, and down across my sides and boobs.

  Thwack!

  Three fingers went up my butt.

  "Oh. My. Oooooh."

  "I think my sweet little Chevonne is ready to get her ass reamed out royally," Sir said, and the crowd responded eagerly.

  His fingers slowly withdrew and I closed my eyes, readying myself for what was about to happen. I gnawed on my lower lip when he placed his left hand on the small of my back to steady me, and guided his cock to my butt hole with his right. His firm cock head rubbed up and down my crack, gathering up juices, and I felt him spreading our cum all over his dick, getting it nice and wet. Slippery.

  "Chevonne, say, "Fuck my ass, Sir.'"

  "Oh. Oh. F-Fuck my ass, Sir."

  The head of his cock pushed into me. My whole body froze, tightened up. I could barely breathe. But the expected pain didn't hit me.

  "Say it again."

  "Fuck my ass, Sir!"

  He pushed in deeper, sending wonderful sensations washing through my body. A thrill slithered up my spine, and my panting became fast and loud.

  "Say it again."

  "Fuck my ass, Sir!"

  Thwack!

  And he pushed deep. I felt that thrust in every fiber of my existence. And that one hurt a little. Not badly, but it was all good.

  Thwack!

  And with that, Sir grabbed my hips with both hands and really started humping my ass. Every few thrusts he'd give one of my butt cheeks another stinger. I struggled to keep position, to hold onto my ankles. It wasn't easy, especially with my body going all weak and my mind going all sluggish.

  Feeling his tension building, getting closer to ultimate release, I opened my eyes and glanced at the audience. It was a sea of lusty eyed blissfulness. Every one of them looked like he was the one banging my butt.

  The leash was still attached to my collar. My eyes turned to it, lingered. I felt the tightness of the collar around my throat, and gazing at the leash reminded me of my sexual servitude, which sent ripples through my mind and body. For the first time, I saw the leash and collar as sexy, as wonderful. I never wanted to take them off.

  Thwack!

  "Oh!" That was a big stinger.

  I was at the brink of climax, but not getting any closer to bliss. I so needed to masturbate, to rub my clit. But Sir commanded me to hold onto my ankles. I couldn't disobey him. He owned me. To disappoint him would be too terrible.

  Instead, my brain focused on the way his balls slapped into my twat with every thrust. It was quite erotic. The more I concentrated on it, the sexier it became. My hands tightened around my ankles, even as my insides wound up tighter and tighter and tighter…

  "Oooooooh, yes!" I cried.

  Pure animal pleasure erupted from deep within. My cored came alive, and quivered in the most erotic, wonderful way. Wave after wave rushed through me, all in sync with Sir's increasingly frantic thrusts.

  "Yes!" Sir cried, and held his cock deep inside me as cum flowed.

  Sir grabbed my hair, and yanked me up so he could whisper in my ear as we both came.

  "Consider yourself owned, Chevonne," he said fiercely. "I own you body and soul now."

  Then he pushed my butt. I tumbled forward, sliding off his cock. Falling face first to the floor, I lay there groaning, body quivering from the aftershocks of climax. I was only vaguely aware that I lay there with my ass stuck high in the air. The crowd was cheering.

  I don't know how long I lay there, but Sir was fully clothed when he pulled me up to my knees by my hair. Sitting back on my legs, I looked up into his triumphant face, and gulped. He had the leash in hand.

  "Put on your clothes, Chevonne. We're leaving."

  I was still sex addled, but I understood what that meant. He really did plan on keeping me. Would I be his slave all the time? A slave girl in every sense of the word?

  I licked my dry lips, and reached up to lightly stroke the taut leash. Just the tips of my fingers touched it, so lightly. I began to tremble.

  "It's not over?" I said.

  "No. I own you," he said. "It'll never be over. Get dressed. Now."

  I slowly dressed. Not to be sexy. My mind was too numb, body too exhausted to move quicker. Sir waited patiently, watching my every move intently. I got the impression he enjoyed it. And once I was fully dressed, sans the thongs thrown to the crowd earlier, he picked me up in his arms and carried me down the steep steps before putting me back on my feet.

  The crowd parted as he led me slowly to the front door. The way everyone looked at me made me tingle, made my temperature rise again. I was panting lightly by the time we got through them. I paused at the door, slanting a look back at the main stage.

  Sir was right, I'll never forget selling my virginity.

  Out in the parking lot I climbed onto the Harley D
avidson behind him, wrapping my arms tightly around him. I wondered if I really would continue to be his sex slave, or come to my senses in the morning. The Harley roared to life, and Sir put her into gear. I lay my head on his back as we thundered away into the darkness.

  THE END

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  Prom Night DP

  By Cheri Verset

  Copyright 2013 by Cheri Verset

  Most people noticed Erica fall into the water. The vast majority even realized that she was tangled in the anchor rope. But no one did anything. There were a dozen people on the pontoon boat and twice as many on the beach. Nobody moved.

  Nobody except for Shawn.

  His eyes hardening, he sprinted toward the pier, his feet resounding loudly on the wooden planks. At the end was the MacDonald kid sitting astride the jet ski he never shared with anyone. Shawn removed his sneakers and tossed his sunglasses away before grabbing the chubby teen and pushing him into the water.

  “Hey!”

  He ignored him; he was wearing a life vest and would float up within seconds. Erica didn’t have this luxury. Shawn jumped on the watercraft and fired up the engine. The party boat was in the middle of the lake and he sped toward it. He had to hurry before she drowned!

  He’d been on his own, hundred yards away from the partying teenagers on the beach. He liked the music and the atmosphere but since he was the new kid they weren’t his crowd. Hell, he didn’t have a crowd, never had. He had always been a loner which had given him a great sense of observation.

  This was the reason he’d noticed Erica falling into the lake. As the most popular cheerleader in school, he’d sort of had her crush on her. Then again, everyone did. She was gorgeous, everybody’s dream girl. And yet, no one was moving a muscle to help her.

  The people on the pontoon were all agape, frozen. They were standing around in their trendy bathing suits, holding Dixie cups filled with boozy cocktails, and not doing a single worthy thing. Shawn felt contempt for them. Most of all, he was disgusted by Lucas who was watching the water dumbfounded. As Erica’s boyfriend, he should have been the first to jump after her.