Being completely inexperienced with men, though, I didn’t even know what my next move should be. Luckily, though, Enrique took total control.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, pulling his lips away from mine.
Then he grabbed a handful of my hair and lightly pulled my head back. The look in his eyes was pure lust as he stared into mine. His animal instincts had taken over and there was no turning back.
“Enrique,” I said, my voice wavering.
His stance and look were intimidating and it immediately became clear what he had on his mind. He went back to kissing me in an instant, though, and once again the touch of his lips made me melt.
Then he pulled away and brought his lips to my neck, kissing me there. With his hand still pulling my hair back, he began moving his lips, inch-by-inch, making his way toward my chest.
Suddenly, he stopped. The constant changing of him touching me and then pulling away was driving me crazy.
“What are you doing?” I asked, still unable to move my head because of his firm grip.
He breathed in quickly between his gritted teeth, making a hissing sound as he sucked the air through.
“Come here,” he commanded.
Then he turned and pulled me toward the bed by my hair.
“Enrique,” I stuttered again, my breath taken away by the pain of having my hair pulled. “I should go.”
The logical side of my mind kicked in again. The truth was, though, that I didn’t want to go. It turned out, that I liked being controlled and manhandled. I just had this feeling that the entire night was going to turn against me and I’d somehow end up getting in trouble for it.
Enrique forcefully pushed me on the bed, so that I landed on my back. As I laid there looking up at him, I thought about what Liz would say if I came back to the room and I hadn’t slept with him.
What??? You’re on vacation, you crazy girl! You didn’t sleep with him? Why the hell not? I imagined she would say.
Enrique undid the remaining buttons on his shirt, fully exposing his front. His tanned skin and his perfect six-pack abs made him look like an underwear model.
My God...
I began to feel a tingling sensation in my crotch as my pussy began to throb.
Fuck it, I’m on vacation... I thought. Might as well have some fun.
Biting my bottom lip, I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. He smiled in return, a devilish look in his eyes.
“You are pure trouble, Chelsea,” he said, as he pulled his shirt off completely, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
Then he crawled on top of me, his body pressed against mine. I could smell his cologne as he pressed his lips against mine. I reached up and placed my hands on his shoulders, but he quickly grabbed my wrists and brought them up over my head.
“You’re going to fucking love this,” he whispered, as he pulled away from my kiss. “Don’t move an inch.”
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I began to feel hesitant.
What am I doing? I asked myself.
Enrique reached to the nightstand and pulled something out of the drawer.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
I hesitantly closed my eyes and within a second, I felt cold metal on my wrists. Then I heard a clicking noise and felt a hard pressure against my skin.
“What is that?” I asked, opening my eyes and looking at him with a concerned expression on my face.
He just smiled back and said, “I told you to close your eyes.”
I tried to sit up, but my hands were attached firmly above my head to the bedpost. I did my best to look above me and see what was holding me there.
Handcuffs???
“What in the fuck is this?” I asked, the tone in my voice changing.
Enrique chuckled, as he brought his fingers to my cleavage that was pouring out of my swimsuit.
“It’s called having a little fun,” he responded. “Lighten up.”
I struggled a bit, trying to pull away. It only took a second of effort, though, to realize that I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Why do you have handcuffs?” I asked, looking at him quizzically.
He didn’t respond to my question, though, and instead he just crawled on top of me, straddling my petite body. With his body weight on top of me and my hands above my head, I was rendered completely immobile.
“Enrique...” I stuttered. “I hardly know you.”
He brought his hand to the top of my swimsuit, slowly pulling it down.
“Don’t act like you didn’t want this,” he said, a look of rage flashing through his eyes.
He was right. I did want this. I just didn’t expect to be losing my virginity quite like this. I always thought it would be more sensual and with the man who I married. I guess fate has a way of changing plans, though.
I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Enrique quickly pulled the top of my swimsuit down, revealing my perky breasts to the air.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried, startled.
Out of reflex, I tried to bring my hands down to cover myself up, but it was no use. I was firmly attached to the headboard of the bed.
Immediately, Enrique brought his mouth to my puffy pink nipples and began licking circles over them. The flesh grew firm in his mouth with every flick of his tongue and I found myself beginning to enjoy the onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh, God...” I whispered.
He moved his face from one nipple to the other, making the sound of a wet kiss as he brought his lips off of the rising flesh. With my nipples fully erect and shining from his saliva, he started moving his face down my body, inching his way across my stomach.
Suddenly, he bunched up the one-piece swimsuit in his hands and then pulled them down past my ass.
“Oh, Enrique,” I said, my voice wavering. “I don’t know if we should do this. This isn’t right.”
He continued sliding my swimsuit off, past my knees. I was completely naked on the bed, laying on my back with my nipples erect in the air and my wet flower completely exposed.
Enrique licked his lips as he eyed me up and down. There was a look of hunger on his face that I had never seen in anyone before and it made me nervous.
While standing over me at the foot of the bed, Enrique picked up one of my feet and began sucking on my toes. He pleasured one foot for a while, and then brought his mouth to the other, giving it equal attention.
My hesitation was turning into pure horniness as he gave me the undivided attention that I had been craving from a man for my entire life.
“You’re going to love this,” he said, as he kissed the inside of my calf, inching his way toward my throbbing womanhood.
Slowly, he made his way up the inside of my thigh and to my flower. I looked down, right as he disappeared from my view. Suddenly, I felt a sensation unlike anything I had ever experienced.
“Oh, shit...” I whispered, as pleasure overcame my body.
Enrique brought his tongue to my pussy, violently flicking my clit. It created a wave of sensation unlike anything I could ever give myself with my fingers. My legs began to tremble as ecstasy filled my body.
He slowly pulled his face away from my crotch and I looked down to notice a thick strand of my juices stretching between my flower and his lower lip. He smirked at me, his bright white smile reflecting the light in the room.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
Speechless, I simply nodded in agreement.
Then he dove back in, parting my pussy lips with his tongue and then pressing forward into my love canal. It felt amazing and it didn’t take long before I felt myself rising to orgasm.
My pussy clamped onto his tongue as my body trembled. I arched my back and bucked my hips forward, pressing my flower as hard as I could into his face. Wave after wave of ecstasy bombarded me as I rode out the first orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.
“Oh, God...” I stuttered, relaxing back onto the bed.
My legs and ha
nds shaking, I moved about uncontrollably.
“That was fucking incredible,” I said, still slowly bucking my hips forward, causing my pussy to glide over his outstretched tongue.
He took one final lick and then stood up. I watched as he unbuckled the belt that held up his jeans. He slipped them off, along with his underwear, revealing his full erection.
“Wow...” I said, quietly.
It was bigger than I could have ever imagined and I immediately began to wonder if it would even fit inside of my virgin pussy.
“Um...Enrique...” I began to say.
Enrique looked up at me and shook his head.
“No more talking,” he said.
Then he crawled on top of me, pressing his large tip against my opening.
“But...I’m a virgin...” I stuttered, as I felt the pressure of his cock against my flower.
A smile crossed Enrique’s face as he responded, “Good.”
Then he pressed forward, his tip slowly partying my pussy lips.
“Oh, God!” I cried, as a sensation unlike any other shot through my body.
My tiny opening was having to stretch wide in order to accommodate his massive masculinity and it was creating a combination of pain and pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. It was incredible.
“Fuck...” Enrique grunted, as the tip of his cock ran into some resistance inside of me.
He pulled his member out and I glanced down, noticing how the top half of it was shining from my juices.
Enrique brought his gaze to my face and we locked eyes as he plunged forward again, harder this time.
“Oh!” I cried, grabbing the metal poles that held the headboard of the bed together.
His cock hit the same resistance. Frustrated, Enrique pulled his dick out of me and stroked it slowly a few times.
A burst of anxiety shot through me as I anticipated his next move and the loss of my virginity and innocence. I was about to become a woman.
Enrique gritted his teeth and pressed his tip back against my opening. Then he thrust forward, with even more force than the first two times. His tip broke through the resistance, sending a flash of white pain through my body.
“Oh, fuck!” I shouted.
The pain was gone as quick as it had come, though, and all that was left was a dull ache and the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. With my hymen shattered, Enrique’s cock amazingly fit all of the way inside of me, his balls resting up against my ass.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted.
He began pounding me hard and I noticed even the dull ache from my taken virginity was quickly replaced by new waves of pleasure. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he thrust inside of me. I lifted up my legs and rested them over his shoulders, making it even easier for him to slip inside.
“You like that?” he asked, in between animal-sounding grunts.
My face was locked in an expression of pleasure and I was unable to speak, so all I could do was nod in agreement.
“I’ll bet you do,” he whispered, as he continued his onslaught against my teenage body.
He began pounding me so hard that my body was sliding up on the bed, causing the sheets to wrinkle underneath me. With every one of his thrusts, a loud slapping noise would echo throughout the room, caused by his balls swinging into my ass.
“Yes...” I muttered, the words barely able to escape my lips.
Suddenly, Enrique’s pace slowed down to a stop. I opened my eyes and watched as he pulled out.
“Wait...” I begged. “What are you doing?”
The instant he wasn’t inside of me any more, I missed it. My body needed him there. I craved having his masculinity.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he said, as he pulled out of me and stroked his cock slowly a few times.
Then he stood on the floor and walked over to the head of the bed, his throbbing dick in his hand. He brought it to my face and said, “Taste it.”
My immediate reaction was one of hesitancy. I had never tasted a man before and certainly not one that had been inside of me.
“Seriously?” I asked. “I don’t know, Enrique...”
He stepped closer, bringing his tip so that it was nearly touching my lips.
“Just trust me,” he growled.
Hesitantly, I parted my lips. Immediately, Enrique thrust his hips forward, causing his cock to slide across my tongue and to the back of my throat. The taste of my pussy filled my mouth immediately, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be. Even the slight taste of iron was tolerable.
I smiled a bit as I looked up at him.
“Good girl,” he said, as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my mouth.
I began moving my tongue back and forth on the under side of his dick and he let out a moan of pleasure.
“Yes, like that,” he said.
It felt good to please him and it made me happy that what I was doing with my tongue was giving him pleasure.
Enrique pressed forward, pressing his tip up firmly against my throat. He held it there for a moment, causing me to gag. Then he pulled out and shoved it back in. I gagged once more, pulling my head back quickly. My eyes began to water and a river of black mascara slid down my cheeks and onto the sheets below.
His pace quickened, as he thrust fast and hard into my throat. It was all I could do to hold back my gag reflex as he began to literally fuck my face.
“You look like a little whore now,” he said, as he used his hand to wipe the mascara across my face. “Whose little whore are you?”
An attempt at a smile was useless with his massive member filling my mouth. But no words were needed. He knew exactly whose whore I was. I was all his.
He pressed forward once more while gritting his teeth, before pulling out and letting me catch a breath of air.
Then he walked back to the foot of the bed and crawled on top of me, pressing his cock back up against my womanhood.
“I’m your little whore...” I whispered, as I anticipated having him back inside of me.
“Yeah, you are...” he growled, before plunging his member into my opening.
Another wave of pleasure hit me as my pussy got what it had been craving once again.
“Yes!” I cried.
Enrique quickened his pace, thrusting much faster than he had before.
“Oh, fuck yes!” I shouted, unable to control myself any longer.
My perky tits were bouncing on top of my chest with every one of this thrusts. I brought my hands on top of them and drug my fingertips over my hard nipples. Then I squeezed them softly, enjoying the double pleasure that I was experiencing.
“I have a gift for you,” Enrique said.
I looked up at him, noticing the light layer of sweat that was beginning to build on his body. The pleasure was too intense, and I couldn’t even think straight enough to respond.
Suddenly, a gritted smile crossed Enrique’s face. He plunged inside of me once more and I felt his cock swell.
“Here you go,” he grunted.
Immediately after, I felt his cock quiver and tremble inside of me, followed by the sensation of a hot splash hitting the inside of my womb.
His face was locked in a look of completely ecstasy as his dick trembled again and I felt another splash fill me up. My pussy clamped tight around his member, drawing up every single drop of his seed that it could muster from his tip.
“Oh fuck,” he muttered, as he continued fucking me slowly.
Enrique’s face relaxed and he smiled as he pulled out of me, a river of his cum following his cock out and pouring onto the bed below.
“Good girl,” he said, once again, before crawling onto the bed next to me.
He brought his lips to mine and we kissed for a moment, before he reached above my head and unlocked the handcuffs that had been keeping me immobile. I brought my hands down and rubbed my wrists, where red marks had developed from the hard metal that had been wrapped around them
.
“You are fucking perfect,” he whispered in my ear, before wrapping his arm around me.
Sore, yet content, I fell into a deep sleep while snuggling up next to him.
***
The next morning...
The sound of an unfamiliar cell phone ringing pulled me out of my deep sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself squinting to the morning light, noticing the beginnings of a headache and nausea from the shots of tequila the night before.
Still naked, I sat up in the bed and looked over to the nightstand where Enrique’s phone was lit up, ringing loudly. Enrique was still sound asleep, so I reached over him and picked up the phone, looking at the number.
What the fuck? I asked myself, as I glanced down at his phone.
I recognized the phone number immediately, but couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
“Why is someone calling you from my dad’s cell phone number?” I asked, shaking Enrique awake.
He rolled over, sleep still in his eyes. A nervous look crossed his face as he began to wake up, noticing the number coming through on his phone. He quickly grabbed the phone out of my hand and hit the silent button, causing the ringing to stop immediately.
Then he took a deep breath.
“I guess there was something I didn’t tell you,” he said.
I sat silently, covering my breasts up with a pillow.
“What in the fuck is going on?” I asked, as a combination of rage and nervousness crept into my body.
I swallowed, afraid to hear the answer to my question.
Enrique took another deep and paced breath, as if he were scared of the answer himself.
“I’m not who you think I am,” he said.
There was a moment of silence as he let me absorb his words.
“I don’t work at the resort...” he admitted, shame in his voice. “And my name is not Enrique.”
I stood up from the bed, continuing to cover up my naked body as best I could.
“Who in the fuck are you?” I shouted.
Tears filled my eyes as I began to realize that I had lost my virginity to a total stranger and a complete liar.
“My name is Randy McMannis,” he said, his slight Spanish accent disappearing completely as he spoke. “Detective, Randy McMannis, actually.”
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