Eager First Times

by Betsy Locke

  Not like my other boyfriends that I had brought home to meet my parents. Most of them had been unemployed. A long string of losers. I had finally gotten fed up with men and swore them off. I thought I could live with just toys but I was wrong.

  Dead wrong.

  Dinner went by too quick. Before I knew it, the doctor was paying the bill and we were in a cab. He was going to drop me off on the way to his place. I kept waiting for him to ask if I wanted to go to his apartment but the question never came.

  I ran through the events of the night. I thought we had some sort of connection. The conversation between us wasn't bad. I was a little too nervous but I did my best. Our knees knocked against each other ever so often and I could feel jolts of electricity flowing through me.

  But maybe he wasn't interested in me? Or he couldn't forget that emergency room visit either.

  The cab pulled up to my apartment building and sat idling on the side of the busy street. A awkward moment of silence passed. I went for the door handle, not knowing how to say goodbye.

  “I had a nice night,” Doctor Peyton said. He seemed a little nervous too which was odd because he had been so cool the entire night.

  “Do you want to come up for a drink?” I blurted out. I instantly regretted it. Getting rejected in the backseat of a taxi wasn't the best way to end the night. When did I get so brave all of the sudden?

  Dr. Peyton smiled. “I'd love to.”

  I was still shocked as I opened the door to my apartment. Was this really happening? Were we moving too fast? I'd never done this type of thing before. I'd never slept with a guy on the first date. In fact, the fastest I'd ever gone was sex on the fourth date.

  I didn't even know if we were going to have sex for sure. That was just wishful thinking. The doctor was probably coming up for a drink to be polite. He'd make up some excuse about having to get up early for work tomorrow and I'd never see him again. Why would a guy like him ever want to sleep with a curvy girl like me?

  “Just to warn you, I didn't know I'd be bringing anybody over tonight. It's a little messy,” I told him.

  “I'm sure it's fine,” he replied.

  I barely had the door shut and locked behind us before Dr. Peyton had his hands all over me. He shoved me against the the wall, my breath shooting out of my lungs. I'd never felt this raw passion before in a man.

  His lips were on mine in a hot second. I could feel his warm breath as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, lightly grazing the tips of my teeth. His body was pressed against mine and I could feel him become hard in his tight pants.

  My large breasts were pushed together as his hands felt me up over my dress. “You teased me all night with these big tits,” he whispered in my ear as his lips moved down my neckline and to my cleavage.

  I moaned and held his head against me, my fingers running through his dark hair. His tongue ran over my peaks as he pulled down the straps of my dress and my boobs spilled out into his hands. My pink nipples hardened between his his thumbs and forefingers as he rubbed them. His lips wrapped around each one and sucked on me hard. I almost couldn't handle the pleasure. I wanted to come right then and there.

  The doctor stepped back, wiping saliva from his mouth. His face was full of desire. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to play with my tits all night, sucking on me and fondling me. “Show me to the bedroom,” he ordered me.

  I grabbed his hand and took him through the messy living room that had old takeout containers and dirty laundry on the ground. We came to my bedroom which was surprisingly the cleanest part of my apartment. Probably because the only time I was ever in here was to either touch myself or sleep.

  The queen-sized bed with a light blue comforter was pushed up against the left wall. A dark wood nightstand stood next to it and opposite of that was a mirrored closet. That was it. Nothing on the walls. No other furniture. All of my clothes fit in the closet. I didn't need anything else.

  “Nice room,” Peyton said with a smirk.

  I knew he was joking and I kissed him hard to make sure he couldn't make fun of me anymore. Peyton multitasked and threw his suit jacket onto the ground. He began to undo the buttons on his white dress shirt and I stopped him.

  “Let me,” I said with a playful smile. I threaded the button through each hole and revealed more and more of his wide chest. When I got all the way to the bottom, I pulled away the flaps to reveal a toned body that belonged in a museum of sculptures. It was almost ridiculous. Was there anything wrong with this man?

  “Now where are your toys?” he asked, his eyes conveying that he was completely serious.

  Oh shit!

  Chapter Five

  I couldn't show him my dirty drawer. That was off-limits! “I don't have any toys actually.” My eyes quickly darted to my nightstand and back. I could feel my neck and cheeks get hot from blushing. Would he buy that even though he took vibrator out of me that was shoved too far up my pussy?

  The doctor seemed to accept my lie and pulled my black dress all the way to ground until I was completely naked save for a tiny black thong. “This is what I have been waiting to see the entire night,” he said, his gaze running over every curve. Most men weren't into my body type. My curves were too much for them. But Doctor Peyton seemed to be even more turned on by them.

  He pushed me lightly until I fell backwards onto the bed. Then I understood his true intentions as he walked over to my nightstand. He knew exactly where I kept my toys. Probably where every woman keeps her dirty things. They needed to be in arm's reach of the bed.

  “No not there,” I screamed. I tried to crawl across the bed to him but I was too late. Peyton opened up the drawer and pulled out a large flesh-colored dildo. That one only vibrated slightly. Nothing compared to the Clit Controller. And I was thankful that I didn't have anything that powerful.

  I had to close my eyes from the humiliation. I knew Peyton was going to start laughing at me at any moment.

  “Let's try this,” he said. I opened my eyes to see him wiggling the fake dick in the air. I didn't know if he was kidding or not.

  “Are you serious?” I asked, retreating back to the corner of my bed.

  “When I saw you in that exam room with your legs spread and trying to hold back an orgasm, you have no idea how much that turned me on. I wanted to take you right there. It took all the willpower I had to stop myself.”

  I didn't know what to say. That was a surprise to me. I was so focused on trying to hide my orgasm that I didn't even think to see if the doctor was enjoying it too.

  I slipped my black thong off and spread my legs. “I'm so wet. Come over here,” I told the doctor.

  Peyton dropped his dress pants and boxers to the ground until he nude. His hard cock stood at attention. It was almost the same size as the dildo. Maybe even a little bit bigger. I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it. At least the dildo would be a nice starting point.

  The doctor got onto the bed and between my legs. He placed the head of the fake dick at my opening, teasing me just a little. My head snapped back at sudden injection of pleasure. Peyton shoved the entire dildo inside me, filling me up to the limit.

  I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from screaming. My eyes locked with Peyton's and I could tell he was enjoying this just as much as me. His tongue ran over his lips as he twisted the dildo inside me, making me squirm on the bed.

  Then he turned it on.

  My entire body quaked as the dildo vibrated inside me. Peyton did all the work, sliding the fake dick in and out of me. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Normally I needed to rub my clit while fucking myself but I didn't think I would need to this time.

  “Does this feel good?” he asked, rotating the dildo while fucking me with it.

  “Yes!” I yelled, the pleasure building higher and higher. “I'm going to come!”

  “Yeah, baby,” the doctor moaned with me. He watched me closely as my legs flexed and my back arched. My orgasm tore me into a million pieces. I couldn't focu
s on anything. All I could feel was the intense need between my legs.

  I wanted more.

  I wanted Peyton.

  He knew what to do. He slid the soaking wet dildo out of me and spread my legs further apart. He pressed the blunt head of his enormous cock against my hole and crammed it inside me. We both moaned as he drilled into me, stretching my tight pussy.

  “It feels so good,” I screamed.

  Peyton's hips met mine with every thrust. Sweat covered every inch of his chiseled body as he pounded in and out of me. I didn't ever want this to stop. Peyton needed to fuck me like this until the end of time.

  The doctor picked up speed and I could feel my next orgasm coming. Nobody had ever been so deep inside me before. “I'm going to come,” the doctor announced through clenched teeth.

  “Don't pull out!” I ordered him.

  Peyton exploded within me as my orgasm rocked my socks off. We were trapped in a prison of extreme pleasure and there didn't seem to be anywhere out. I came so many times in the span of a few minutes that I lost consciousness for a moment.

  When I came to, the doctor lay next to me, a look of satisfaction on his face. I could feel his seed spilling out of me. I wanted to roll over and cuddle him but my body was numb. “That was the most incredible...” I started to tell Peyton.

  “I think I found God,” Peyton replied with a laugh. “Do you want to go again?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

  I was able to lift my head up enough to see that Peyton's cock was rock hard again. But could I handle more? I thought my body might break apart if we did another round. It didn't help that I couldn't move my arms or legs.

  Then I remembered how much my body could take when I had the Clit Controller stuck inside. I could handle a million orgasms if I had to.

  Tonight was going to be a very long night...

  Chapter Six

  I picked out the Clit Controller from my nightstand drawer. The same one I had used when I first met Peyton. I hadn't used it since out of fear but today was a special occasion. It was our anniversary. The doctor and I had been together for a year now and it had been the best time of my life.

  I planned to surprise him by recreated our first meeting. But this time I wouldn't turn on the vibrator until I got there. I could already imagine his look of surprise when he saw me at the ER with a toy stuck inside me.

  I pushed the vibrator inside me as far as it would go, hoping that it wouldn't turn on. That would be so embarrassing if the same thing happened again.

  But everything was going to be okay.

  We were going to have the naughtiest anniversary.

  The End

  Story Three

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  Description

  Taylor didn't expect him to show up at her wedding. She had been obsessed with Avery for years. She thought that those feelings were long forgotten.

  Will their forbidden romance be resurrected?

  Chapter One

  I thought this week was going to be the best of my life.

  I'd been dreaming about my wedding forever. That wonderful day when I stood with the man I loved and bore my soul to him. I had to wait years for my boyfriend, Nicolas, to finally propose to me. I was ready to marry him the day I met him but he was little bit more difficult.

  Then there was the long engagement of two years while we planned for the wedding.

  There were only a few days left to get everything ready for the big day.

  My parents offered to hold the ceremony at their house which cut down on a lot of the costs. They lived in a nice two-story house made of bricks. Nothing too special. It wasn't the house I grew up in so I didn't have any attachment to it.

  The reason I wanted the wedding there was the gigantic backyard. Rolling green grasses that led to the edge of a dense forest. It was the perfect place for the ceremony. An area that could fit both of our large families.

  I looked out the window from the second-story guestroom at the backyard below. Everything was already set up even though the wedding wasn't for a few more days. I kept imagining exactly what it was going to be like walking down the aisle with everyone's eyes on me, my long white train flowing behind me.

  I could imagine Nicolas standing next to the priest wearing that slim-fit tux that I helped him picked out. On the other hand, he had no idea what my dress looked like. I wanted it to be a surprise. I couldn't wait to see his face when he saw me for the first time.

  “Taylor!” my mom called from downstairs.

  “What is it?” I yelled back.

  “We need to make an important decision,” she replied.

  I descended the grand staircase that led to the red front door. I turned the corner and entered the kitchen that was open to the living room. Double french doors were opened to the backyard. I could see my mom standing outside talking to the wedding planner. It was only nine in the morning and the planner was already here.

  “What's going on?” I asked her.

  My mom pointed to the aisle of grass that I would be walking down. “Do you see anything wrong here.”

  The grass had been freshly cut. It almost looked like a putting green on a golf course. “It looks great to me.”

  My mom took in a slow frustrated breath and brushed her short blond hair from her face. “We're supposed to have a runner here for you to walk on.”

  The wedding planner added, “The runner isn't going to make it here in time.” The woman was around my mom's age with long brown hair and wearing way too much makeup. You could tell she was trying to hide her age but it actually made her look worse. I'm sure that with minimal makeup she would look a lot better.

  I wasn't sure why all of this was such a big deal. Decisions like these didn't seem very important to me. All I cared about was marrying the man I loved.

  When I first told my mom that I was engaged she took over immediately. Nicolas and I were fine with a small ceremony but my mom wanted a big production. That's why the engagement had been two years long. Family from all over were flying in for the event. Family that I hadn't even met before.

  “Why don't we just go out and buy a different runner?” I asked. I thought that was a sensible solution but apparently not.

  My mom put her hands on her hips. “The one I paid for was perfect and cost over a thousand dollars. You think we can just go out to a store and pick up a one-of-a-kind item?”

  “I think I prefer walking on the grass anyways,” I said.

  My mom rolled her eyes. “Fine. We'll just do without it. You're going to regret it, Taylor, when your heels sink right into the grass. You're going to wish you had that runner so you don't trip and fall on your face in front of all our guests.”

  She was making such a big deal out of nothing. I don't know what she wanted me to do about it. It's not like I could make the runner magically appear. I really didn't care if I walked on one or not. There were a million other decisions that were more important to make.

  My mom's ears suddenly perked up. “I think I hear the doorbell. Taylor, Can you see who's at the door?”