BDSM Virginity First Time -Jennie Girl – Chapter 2
by Miss D’Exxit
I left her alone in the room for a few minutes as I cleaned myself up and washed the strap-on’s dildo. When I returned I was happy to see her exactly as I’d left her. She was on her hands and knees, with her thighs far apart, and her pussy with very wet and rather swollen lips. Her head hung down and it looked like her eyes were closed. She was either overcome by arousal or humiliation, or possibly both. But I knew whatever she felt wasn’t too much for her, since she had stayed rather then bolted even though I’d given her ample time to get dressed and run if she had changed her mind but couldn’t face telling me.
“Jennie Girl,” I sing-songed my pet name for her, “did you like your first fuck?” She didn’t answer right away so I told her, “When I ask you a direct question using your new name, you should answer. I will not use your new name if the question is rhetorical. If I make a statement you are not to answer unless told to do so. Do you understand?” She didn’t answer. “Very good!!! Do you understand, Jennie?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I understand.”
I walked around her naked, sweat dampened body, casually caressing her as if she were some furniture I was thinking about buying. “You were a very good girl for me before. You took your first fucking like a very good little whore, just like I hoped you would.” Of course she didn’t answer but a small little groan was audible. She either hated or loved being called a whore. I didn’t care which, because I loved saying it and hearing that response. I continued to slowly circle her on the table. “I enjoyed breaking in your tight little pussy, and making you fuck back at me like a slut. I loved the way the strap-on rubbed over my clit when you fucked back at me and I loved cumming twice while you didn’t get to cum at all; it was so fun to watch you struggle to hold it back. Would you like to cum too, Jennie girl?”
“Yes ma’am, please!”
“Well, you will, and maybe soon maybe not. It all depends how you please me. But I’ll tell you this secret: I love making a slut cum so hard so many times that she can’t stand to cum any more. Then I make her do it again. And again. So much and so hard that it stops being pleasurable and starts being a torment. No, not torment.. “torture” is a better word.” I began to run my fingers up and down between her puffy cunt lips as I spoke, so lightly and gently that it probably felt more like air then a finger, but she reacted audibly. “I love to get you sluts so worn out that your orgasms come one after another even though your body is so tired that you can’t even writhe to relieve some of the tension. And then,” I said as I applied a bit more pressure between her lips, “and then, that is the time I most love to fuck a whore like yourself.. When you are so fucked-out that you can’t get any pleasure from it. When you’re reduced to nothing more then a tired open hole, that’s when I love to take a whore like yourself for my own.”
The blonde’s body was starting to shake, probably from a combination of my words and a futile attempt to not respond to my touch. I spread her lips apart with my left hand and blew a soft breath into her vagina. Again and again I caressed her with my warm, wet breath. I let the fingers of my right hand wander around her cunt without going into her deep well, coating them liberally with her slippery fluid. Further forward my fingers crept until they found her hard little clit. I began to work in circles around it without actually touching it as my breath still tickled the rest of her pussy. Her beautiful, creamy soft hips began to move in little fuck motions until I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red hand print and told her to stay very still.
I continued to dance around her clit without touching it and soak my other hand with her lubricating moisture. After a long while I decided to move forward and held two fingers up against her anus. I whispered “I’m guessing you didn’t expect this, but unless you use your safe word, I have every intention of fucking your ass too. I’m not satisfied with your virginity, you see, I want to take every whole you have before you even get down off the table. I know you’ve never had anything put in your ass before so I won’t be brutal, but I’m not going to go easy on you either.” When I was done with my speech I began to massage the tight ring of her anus and managed to push one finger in without too much work. The yelp she let out sounded like she was being raped by a brick rather then one tiny finger, but I’m sure it was a strange enough sensation to her to account for her surprise. Quickly, more quickly then I would have if I loved her, I began to work the second finger into her ass. This took more pushing then before, and even once the tip was in I had to work to get it nice and deep. She was whimpering and kind of humming to herself, trying so hard not to move, but now it was time to get her moving once again.
“Jennie, you pretty little whore, let’s play a game. I’ll call it “Let’s Make the Slut Cum With my Fingers in her Ass.” Does that sound like a good game, Jennie girl?”
“Yes, Ma’am. It does.” Her voice was wavering as she spoke.
“Here’s how we play. I’m going to hold my fingers right up against your hot little clit, and all you have to do is buck your hips around like a horny hooker and rub yourself off on my hand. But I’ll also have my other hand here deep in your ass, so each time you move you’ll get pleasure from your clit, but you’ll fucking your sore little ass on my fingers too.” I paused just a second and said “Go.”
She moved her hips a little, testing the sensations. Rubbing her clit back against my still fingers must have felt nice, but as she moved back her ass was penetrated by the also still fingers of my other hand. She moved a little away from me, then a little back. She was groaning, even growling, as she started to pick up speed. She worked her pussy against my fingers and her ass back and forth on the two invading digits. Finally, she gave up trying not to fuck herself too hard and just humped my hands for all she was worth. Once she really got going, I started to wiggle the fingers against her clit, and move my other fingers in and out of her tight, tight ass hole, even scissoring them inside of her a few times. She was ready to cum, I could tell by her movements, but I made her wait. And wait. She started to slow her motions to avoid cumming without permission, but I wouldn’t let her get away with that.
“Move, bitch!” I ordered, and she started again. Her groans and growls gained intensity until they were grunts and yelps and yells. The only thing hotter then a beautiful woman grunting with the strain of not cumming is when she also has your fingers up her ass. After several minutes of letting her strain I told her that she could cum after she counted to one-hundred out loud. Each number she counted was halting and half choked out between her other, more animal noises. I was so happy when she skipped over number fifty-seven. I let her get to the end of her count and made her start all over again. The second time through she didn’t miss any numbers and made it to one hundred with a relieved sigh. I waited a few seconds and then said “Cum. Cum HARD!”
And she did. Her ass tightened up so much that my fingers hurt, and I could feel her pussy lips contracting rhythmically. Her head shot up and her body rocked forwards and back as she yowled out her orgasm. Her legs seemed hardly able to support her and the front half of her body lowered because her arms started to bend. As she rocked her large, her round tits swung back and forth and her red and swollen nipples grazed the clear table top leaving little trails of smudged sweat. Finally, she started to come down from her orgasmic high but I wouldn’t allow it. I began flicking at her clit with my long fingernail, bringing her back up again and starting another round of ear-breaking mews to come out of her mouth. Again she finally slowed, but I brought her back again.
All told, she had three very long, very intense orgasms with my two fingers fucking her virginal ass and my other hand playing with her little clitty. She was a mess of sweat and girl juice, her hair style ruined from all of her head tossing, tear stains ran down each of her cheeks.
“Good little whore, Jennie girl! You came and came and came again! And now, I’m going to make you cum some more, and again until it hurts. How do you like that idea, Jennie slut?”
She replied in a shaky, throaty voice, “Very much, Ma’am” and again, lowered her head. Her shoulders heaved as she tried to catch her breath, and I let her alone just long enough to do so.
To be continued…
