This story fits into a few categories. I chose first time, but it's not romantic in the slightest. It's coarse and rude, and downright filthy. It's also May-December, a touch of non-consent/reluctance, and something surprising at the end. Once you get there, the last category reveal might offend you but I really don't give a fuck. If you've come to this website just to be offended by the content, then you deserve everything you get.
Now, I'm horny as fuck from writing this one, so I'm going to go get myself off.
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He knew she'd be late. He knew she'd be nervous and possibly trying to talk herself out of it altogether. In the end, he knew she'd show up. He'd seen it in her eyes when he'd handed her the card with the room number written on the back. He knew that look. It was lust, desire, desperation, all rolled into one.
That she was a virgin didn't change what he knew.
She'd come. Oh, she'd come.
He got to the room first, of course, and paced around, checking it out. It was a nice suite, in the nicest hotel in the city, known for hosting politicians, foreign dignitaries, and celebrities. The entire staff was practiced in the art of minding their own damn business, so he had no concerns about being seen or reported.
Not that they were doing anything so very wrong.
Grinning to himself, he pulled his suit jacket off and slung it over the back of a chair in the sitting room. Then he loosened his tie but didn't undo it altogether. He kicked his shoes off and wandered over to the bar. There was plenty to choose from, but he went with a classic, pulling out two little bottles of whiskey. He poured them into a glass and took a long swallow before slowing to sips as he continued to pace the room. He stopped by the windows, taking in the view and wondering if anyone could see in.
The door clicked behind him, the lock whirring as someone slid the key card into the slot. Then it opened and his dick went hard when he heard her soft intake of breath.
For a moment, neither of them moved. He downed the rest of his whiskey and turned, smiling when he saw her wide eyes and the way she stood in the open doorway, her hand on the doorknob. She looked as if she'd flee at any moment, her big brown eyes wide like an animal caught in a predator's sights.
"Close the door, Kate."
She swallowed but did as he instructed. His dick gave a hearty throb at the way she followed his order. It boded well for the rest of the afternoon.
"Lock it."
He saw her hand shaking as she lifted it to snap the heavy bar into place over the deadbolt, which she also turned. Locking them into the room with a decisive
thunk
, she dropped her hand and faced him, her eyes still big and scared.
He walked across the room towards her, stopping a few feet from where she stood. "Take off your backpack."
She shrugged the thick straps off her slender shoulders, letting it drop to the floor beside her. Her textbooks gave a loud thump, reminding him that she was still in school. God, yes, she was a virginal schoolgirl, never mind that she'd turned eighteen a few months ago. Her mother had held her back from starting as a child and she'd flunked one grade, putting her as a brand new virginal senior in high school now.
His dick really fucking loved that. Maybe it made him depraved and evil, but he and his dick didn't give a shit.
"Take your jacket off."
She did, her fingers trembling as she unzipped. He clenched his jaw as she revealed her school uniform. White button-down shirt under a body-hugging sweater-vest, and today she wore the plaid skirt, instead of the charcoal pants they were also allowed. She also had on the knee-high socks and black Mary Jane pumps that he wasn't entirely sure were allowed by the school but must be since she had them on. They didn't add more than three inches to her overall height, putting her forehead at a level with his mouth, but they did give her a posture that he enjoyed seeing.
As her jacket fell to join her backpack on the floor, he drank in the sight of her. From her long dark hair in its high, tight ponytail all the way down to those innocent shoes. As he stared at her little feet, her slender ankles in those white socks, he took another step closer. His cock twitched in response to the hitch in her breath as he moved.
"Take off the sweater." He kept his eyes on her feet, thinking that maybe he'd make her leave them on.
At least for the first time.
She tugged the sweater up, pulling it over her head and leaving her with a flush in her pale cheeks.
"Now unbutton your shirt." He lifted his gaze to her chest, to that perfect set of virginal tits that he was practically salivating over getting his first real glimpse of.
He licked his lips as her shaking fingers plucked one button after another, revealing a sensible bra and a soft, bare stomach.
Jesus, her tits were fucking perfect in that white bra. High, firm, rounding so nicely in the center where they just brushed against each other.
"Take the shirt off."
She did as he watched her chest, rising and falling so fast now, her breath coming harder and faster. It had only been five minutes and already he knew she was panting for him. For this.
"Now the skirt. Drop it."
She did, fumbling a bit as the zipper over her ass snagged on the fabric. Then it dropped to the floor along with whatever scraps of her dignity she'd brought with her.
"Fucking hell, Kate."
Her breath caught as he stepped up into her space, his hands landing on her wide hips. She was all curves, all soft and luscious and blushing all the way down her neck to the swells at the top of her chest. Her thighs rubbed together and he grinned, rubbing his thumbs over her hip bones.
"Don't fucking move."
She froze, her eyes still so wide and intent on his face. He met them at last, taking in the helpless, unschooled lust in the wide expanse of her pupils.
"This is your last chance, gorgeous."
"Wh-what?"
His hands tightened and she lifted on to her toes, her hands coming down on his shoulders. "I'll let you leave, right now, if you want. I'll let you take your things and walk out of this room and we never have to talk about it again."
