“It’s nice to be home!” I smile, meaning it, and turn my attention back to my pancakes.
But Elaine has an agenda.
“I was thinking you could help me do some wedding shopping this week. What do you think?” In the excitement of the last twelve hours I’d forgotten Mom was getting married. Of course. This is what I came home for, after all.
“Sure, sounds fun,” I mumble with a forced smile, nodding with my mouth full. Right now, I welcome any kind of distraction so I don’t have to keep thinking of Conor’s huge -
“Maybe we can start with the cake? There’s this new, fabulous bakery in Riverbend, and they’re holding a tasting day!”
I laugh at my mother’s enthusiasm. We both love to eat and any type of free tasting of baked goods is a shared enthusiasm. So I nod energetically.
“You know me, Mom” I smile. “If there’s cake, I’m there.”
“And I was also thinking, that with this wedding coming up, it really is about time you met my fiancé Henry. He is going to be your stepfather, after all.” My heart sinks. None of her previous husbands, including my own father, were anything to write home about, and I doubt this one will be any different. But I decide to make an effort.
“I agree,” I say through a mouthful of pancakes. “Why don’t we all have dinner sometime?”
“Great idea, sweetie. I’ll arrange it for next week, and I’ll tell Henry to bring his son.”
“Sure of course,” I babble with false enthusiasm. “I look forward to meeting them!” Anything to make my mom happy.
“You’re a good girl, Carrie,” Elaine smiles back. “I’m so proud to have you as my daughter. You make all the other daughters out there look bad.”
I smile weakly because if only Elaine knew what I did last night … then she wouldn’t think that of me at all.
Chapter Four
Conor
My cock forcing into the tightness of her virginity. Her pussy clutching my dick so tight I was close to coming the entire time. The way her cunt tightened even more when she came all over my shaft as I struggled to push it in and out of the tightest hole ever.
This is all I can think of. I’d never fucked a virgin before. I’d heard about it from other guys, and by all accounts, the experience is amazing. Mind-boggling, like finding a unicorn and riding it all the way to Mars.
But I never believed it could be this good. But now, after sampling Carrie, I know that it’s not just a ride to Mars. It’s a ride to Heaven, the girl mewling and creaming as I owned her sweet body. But I don’t think it was just her tight pussy. It was her rolling curves, her innocence, and the purity in her angelic face. The way she’d looked at me so trustingly, yet out of place in that sexy club.
Because what the hell was Carrie doing at that sex club? This is Riverbend, for crying out loud, where there’s no crime and no problems. So what the hell was such a sweet innocent doing at an underground party?
I shake my head, desperate to think of something else. Because this Carrie girl, man. She’s going to drive me insane. All week I’ve been back in the city, going to meeting after meeting while trying to work out what kind of spell she’s put on me. If none of the model-like women around me have been able to interest me lately, they downright bore me now. After having felt that soft, voluptuous, milky form, other women seem like skeletons to me. After having made those huge, soft tits bounce up and down as I made her cum with my cock inside her tight, virginal cunt, nothing else will do. It’s all I can think of. Even though there was a vague suggestion to see her there again next week, I’m not sure I should go. She deserves better than an asshole like me, who’ll just use and abuse that sweet form.
So yeah, my first thought was: leave Carrie alone. Go find some porn with women who look like her, and jerk away. Then move on. But it didn’t work. Even though I found some BBW porn actresses who sort of resembled the beautiful brunette, they didn't have her pure innocence and angelic nature. They were skanks by comparison.
So my second thought was: use your imagination. I tried closing my eyes, conjuring up the way she looked up at me with wide, brown, trusting eyes. The way she’d crouched down and pulled my raging hard-on out of my jeans, and licked the tip, so clearly never having done that before. The way it felt when I pushed my cock, already near exploding, into that tiny, tight cunt, as she moaned deliciously.
But it didn't work. If anything, the mental visuals just heightened my hunger. I have to see her again. So despite my best intentions, I’ve resolved to go back. Only this time, we’re not fucking in some home office at a stranger’s house. I’m taking her back to my country manor on the outskirts of Riverbend, and I’m going to get my fill of this girl there. I’m going to take my time, and make her cum over and over again in every position. In fact, I’m going to fuck Carrie right out of my system. After all, it’s time to take control … and this girl has it coming.
Chapter Five
Carrie
I must have been lying to myself. The first few days after I resolved to forget about Conor and focus on helping Mom with the wedding, I succeeded. At least for the most part. Through the cake-tasting session, the final alterations to Elaine’s dress, and the girly-movie nights, I was a good daughter. In fact, Mom and I even went to the beach yesterday to work up a tan for the big day, laughing and being chummy. So the week chugged by in a lazy, pleasant enough way.
But then Roxy texts me. She wants to go back to the sex club tomorrow. And all my resolve from the past week slips from me like the mist disappearing in the sun. I’d felt so wrong about this whole thing. After all, Conor was a stranger that I met randomly, and I let him breach my pussy within minutes of meeting him. But deep down, it was insanely good and I want to go back. I want that freedom again, not to mention the soul-shattering pleasure of being with an alpha male.
So I simply tell Mom I’m going to a party with Roxy and we’re getting ready at hers. All of that is true, except I don’t specify what kind of party it is. At twenty years old I’m an adult, and can keep some confidences to myself.
So I find myself getting out of Roxy’s car again, in front of the house that’s secretly a sex club. Roxy looks me up and down, grinning proudly.
“I knew this place would be good for you. You haven’t tugged at your dress once yet.”
“How do I look?” I blush, trying to pull the tube dress down so that it covers the tops of my thighs.
“Sexy!” says Roxy approvingly, and I have to admit that I feel it. Having ditched the shiny black dress from last time, my curves are now hugged by red velvet. But the dress is just as short and just as tight, and this time, I’ve proudly pushed my luscious D-cups up and together, displaying them to their best advantage. There’s a golden zipper that snakes down the front of the dress, and it’s temptation personified. Because one tug at that zipper, and my creaminess is gonna spill out.
“You look like Kat Dennings,” purrs Roxy, who looks like her usual sexy self in a blue mini dress that matches her eyes. I’m amazed at the difference in my confidence after just from one night here with Conor. Roxy reads my mine and smiles slyly.
“Whoever this guy is, Carrie, he’s clearly doing something right!” my buddy purrs.
But all the affirmation doesn’t stop me from trembling with nerves as I stand leaning up against the same wall as last week, holding my drink like a moron. Of course, Roxy is off fucking a new athletic type. Swallowing heavily, I allow myself to feel aroused as I watch people fucking all around me, moaning and writhing. I scan the room for Conor’s piercing blue eyes, and wait. Fortunately, I don’t need to wait for long.
My heart skips a beat in my chest as I spot him, already striding confidently through the room of writhing bodies towards me. His eyes bore into mine as he takes my drink out of my hand and knocks it back without breaking his stare. I swallow, looking up at him. His possessiveness that fueled our first meeting is still there. My body responds to him immediately, throat going dry.
“Just
what do you think you’re doing?” I murmur, trying to act coquettish to break the spell.
“Don’t worry baby,” he says, swallowing my drink and crunching the cup in his fist. “Plenty more drink where we’re going. Nicer, too.”
“What?” I gasp. “Wh-where are we going?” I ask, suddenly excited by being whisked away by this man-god.
“Would you like to find out?” he growls. Conor’s impossibly masculine, staring at me like a starved beast, and the lust rolls off his massive frame in waves. I want him so badly I’d let him do anything to me.
“Yes,” I breathe, and I can see his jaw tighten at my immediate assent.
I had just enough time to text Roxy to tell her I’d find my way home on my own, when Conor suddenly turned cool. Because outside the club, he's different. He hasn’t said a word since we got in the car, and I wait until we arrive at his place, just outside of Riverbend. After my initial surprise at being driven there in a Porsche, I was expecting a nice house, sure, but this place blows away my preconceptions. It’s not a house. It’s a full-on mansion, with a big, circular drive and giant oaks shadowing the massive lawn. Is the man who took my virginity not only a sex god, but a millionaire too?
Conor leads me through the front door and straight through the wooden beamed hallway and up the stairs. He still hasn't said a word, and I know I should feel uncomfortable, but I don’t. I know that I’m safe with this handsome alpha male as he takes my hand and gently guides me through the many rooms of his home.
Suddenly, we’re in a bedroom. He’s standing by an antique liquor cabinet, pouring wine in two glasses, as a warm grin spread across his strong, handsome features.
“Well?” he says, handing me a glass filled with swirling liquid amber. I smile shyly.
“This is a sudden change of scenery,” is my soft murmur. I look around, wondering why he’s transported me to his home. As if he knows what I'm thinking, Conor laughs before taking a deep drink of wine.
“Let’s just say I thought this would be more comfortable than an office in a shady sex club,” he says, taking a slow step towards me. “Let’s face it, sweetheart. Neither of us really belonged there. Wouldn’t you agree?”
I nod, taking in the bedroom. It’s enormous with a vaulted ceiling, and a sparkling chandelier above the king-size bed. The bed itself could float a family, what with its grey silk sheets and abundance of pillows.
But Conor’s not about interior decoration. He moves so that suddenly, that big frame casts mine into shadow. Heat emanates from his male form, making me go hot all over.
“Last week was amazing,” he growls. “But it was all a little rushed.” He places two fingers under my chin and lifts my chin up to meet his, and I’m instantly lost in the blue of his eyes. “I haven't even seen you fully naked yet,” he adds, and then kisses me. When his tongue runs along my lips, I kiss him back eagerly, but he pulls away suddenly, leaving me panting for more. The dark man grins at my unabashed need.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let’s play.”
I’m led toward the bed, drunk on lust for the alpha male. He sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling me over to him so I’m straddling his left knee. He licks his lips and runs a finger up my thigh, and I tremble with anticipation.
“I’m going to enjoy every single part of you tonight, Carrie.” His finger now rounds the swell of my cunt and rests on my clitoris lightly. “I popped your cherry, and do you know what that means, sweetheart?”
I can barely breathe, staring into his eyes while sitting on his thigh.
“No, what?” is my breathy reply. A grin crosses that handsome face.
“It means this pussy’s mine.” Conor starts drawling circles around my clitoris, making me gasp.
“You like that?” he whispers knowingly, bringing his other hand to the front zipper of my dress. I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.
“I want to hear you say it,” he continues, as he unzips my dress down the front and my huge tits spring free from their confines. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks gently, still twirling my clitoris with one finger. I’m so wet I can feel myself cream against his fingers. This is sheer Heaven.
But Conor’s the controlling type.
“Say it,” he whispers between licks on my nipple. “Say your pussy’s mine.”
Oh my god, this is so wrong but I tilt my head back, barely breathing.
“My pussy’s yours,” I manage huskily, barely recognizing my own voice. At this, he wrenches my dress off me, and neither of us care whether it’s been damaged. He grabs me by the waist, and lays me down on my front, pulling my panties off, my ass in the air. I’m fully naked, and he’s fully dressed, and it makes me feel deliciously vulnerable. Because what’s coming next? Oh god … I can’t wait.
Chapter Six
Conor
Carrie’s lying on the bed in front of me, her huge ass sticking up in the air, and I’ve rarely seen an image more tempting. Goddamn her. My resolve to be cool was shattered the moment I walked into that sex club and saw her milky body crammed into that ridiculous red velvet dress, her red mouth pouting as she sipped a drink. Those brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, wreathing the perfect roundness of those huge tits. Wars have been fought over this kind of shit because Helen of Troy’s got nothing on Carrie. I’d smash this whole town to the ground just to have that pussy to myself.
So yeah, I was irritated at myself for having a hard-on within minutes of seeing the gorgeous brunette. Just the way she looked at me sent me spiraling over the edge into lust, love and who knows what else.
And now I get to have her. I start to unbuckle my jeans, then realize I enjoy the idea of being dressed while she isn’t because there’s something about the power imbalance that turns me on. She’s completely at my mercy this way. I hold my cock in my hand and feel it throbbing angrily. If I fuck her now, like this, from behind, I won’t last three thrusts. I need to draw this out.
“Tell me again,” I order her, my tone brooking no protest. And Carrie knows exactly what I’m asking for.
“My pussy’s yours,” comes her muffled voice, mewling, gasping and completely subservient. Immediately, I’m down on my knees, my tongue in between her folds, tasting that sweet cream. She writhes on the bed, arching her back, bumping her ass up and down with each lick. It drives me crazy, and my hard cock stands up so tight that it’s pressed against my stomach. As I lick her clit sensuously, I place a fingertip against her ass and slowly push it in, enjoying the tight, dry warmth. A momentary intake of breath indicates she’s never experienced that before.
“Conor,” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I say, licking her clit faster now while fingering her ass. A moment of silence as I continue, but it’s clear she loves it as that big bottom clenches around my digit.
“No… no… don’t stop, don’t stop!” she cries, and her juices run down my chin as I continue, faster and faster, until she’s trembling.
“I’m coming!” she mewls helplessly, arching her back up and down with my finger deep in her ass. I lick her deep inside her cunt as she spasms, and feel her contract hard around my tongue. Carrie falls forward onto her front, her giant tits crushed beneath her while gasping.
But there’s no rest for the weary.
“Oh, you’re not done yet sweetheart,” I growl, and I pull her back up by the waist onto all fours, my cock resting between her big ass cheeks. I reach down and grope the fullness of one of her tits, tweaking a nipple. She moans and arches her back in response, offering herself to me.
“More,” she breathes. This is my cue. I don’t even hold my cock with my hand, I simply grab her wide hips, and press the angry purple head against her sopping opening, the folds still contracting from orgasm. And I push myself into her, hard. I grunt at the sudden tightness of her twat; even though I’ve just had her gushing, the walls of her cunt are clutching and squeezing every inch of my shaft. Aw, fuck.
“Did you like wha
t I did to your ass?” I growl, as I push deep and strong, making her moan and spread her legs even wider.
“Yes, Conor,” she gasps. Hearing her say that brings me closer to the edge, and I screw my thumb into her ass as I keep thrusting, faster and faster.
“Oh god, what are you doing to me?” she gasps. “You’re gonna make me cum again! Keep going!” I dig my thumb deeper into her hole as I ram my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I can see her huge tits swaying with the motion and push down on her back so she’s pressed against the mattress. Her tits are crushed beneath her, spilling out onto the sides. This image, along with the delicious tightness around my cock, are too much. Oh shit. I’m about ready to go over the edge.
“Sweetheart, you’re so tight. How are you so small?” I rasp.
I fuck her harder, watching those wide hips with building lust, her giant butt cheeks vibrating with each pummel. And suddenly, it happens. Carrie cries out while clutching at the bed sheets, coming on my cock and squeezing it even tighter as her orgasm rips through her wetness. The spasms of her folds around my cock send me over the edge and I release as well, squirting hard inside her. My balls are so tight and high up against my cock as I cum that I don’t even feel them smacking against her ass cheeks.
Oh shit. I’m in such a delicious reverie as I fill her up that I’ve collapsed onto the sweet girl, the rough material of my shirt rubbing against the bare skin of her back. My hand is on her scalp, fingers twining themselves into her soft curls. Out of breath, I pull her head back, the delicate curve of her neck revealed.
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