The girl was 22 years old, my co-worker. She was engaged to be married in thirty days. Very sensual and quite excitable, she had erotic fantasies that her conservative fiancé, a practitioner of a charismatic religion, did not satisfy. Due to his demands and determination, she, who was a virgin, had to marry a virgin. He would only have sex with her, conventional sex, after the wedding.
This bothered her because she was young and very passionate, and would like to have some experience before getting married, which her fiancé did not allow.
One afternoon, while we were eating a hot dog, with no other people around, no one to hear, I told her that if she trusted me and came to my house, I could fulfill some of her sexual fantasies. All without witnesses and in complete secrecy.
Silmara, the girl, blonde with straight hair that fell to her shoulders, said that she trusted me, a veteran and respected colleague, 39 years old, discreet and silent.
And she did want to go to my house, put herself at my disposal and allow me to do things that her fiancé and no other man had ever done to her, with the only thing I would do was to promise not to penetrate her vaginally in any way, as that was what her fiancé required for the wedding night. She was only going to give her cherry to him, when he would submit her to the ritual of nuptial sacrifice.
I assured her, under my word, that her virginity would be guaranteed. I wouldn't even put my finger in her.
Around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Silmara sent me a message on my cell phone. A simple and definitive sentence: I trust; make me cum.
And at 5, after work, she gave me a loving kiss on the cheek and said, "I'll be there at 8; it will be my great night."
I prepared everything and waited for her.
When she arrived, I hugged and kissed her. On the mouth, with tongue. It was her first transgression of the engagement. And, as she told me, at 22 years old, only the second man she had kissed. The man who would give her great pleasure, respecting only the one prohibition rule that we stipulated.
I gave her some wine to drink. She had never tasted alcohol. She drank a glass of an intense and robust merlot.
I took her to the basement where I had prepared a suitable environment for our activities and kissed Silmara again.
With her in my arms, I said, "Ignore the engagement, here you are mine, let's just have fun."
She smiled and obeyed when I gave the order to undress.
I watched her slowly take off her dress, bra and panties from a delicate lingerie set, tiny and sensual panties that I realized were the first time she had worn them, certainly one of the erotic pieces she reserved for the wedding.
I contemplated her naked, beautiful, exciting, slender body, firm breasts, beautiful thighs and ass, a medium-volume triangle of blonde hair between her legs, over her symmetrical, swollen and completely closed pussy. Virgin. She was quite blushing.
She smiled and said to me, "This is the first time I've exposed myself to a man, I haven't even been to the gynecologist yet."
I took a small whip, with a short wooden handle, and several short strips, also made of soft leather, wrapped in velvet.
Silmara turned her back and I gave her a few light, but not excessively vigorous, slaps with the strips on her white ass. She closed her eyes and came.
I put my hand on her ass, between the junction of her buttocks, and caressed her asshole. Silmara was tense, her body was shaking, and she was coming.
She was going to get married in a month and she was being abused. Her ass was touched by a man who was manipulating and stimulating her asshole.
