Lisa stood in the closet, looking at the full length mirror mounted on the back of the door. She could barely stand on the platform shoes she was wearing. They were tall and impractical. Sexy, but not functional really. The stockings against her slender legs felt odd. She wasn't used to wearing them, but admitted they did look good. In time she would get used to the feeling of the thin nylon against her legs. The miniskirt did more than anything else to betray the purpose of her garb. It was plaid, and tiny. It seemed like it could barely fit around the curve of her ass, and was barely long enough to cover her sheer black thong, and only then if she stood tall and still. It drew even more attention coupled with her top, which exposed her flat midriff and accentuated how much was shown, the bottom of the shirt being barely on the bottom edge of her small breasts. Above her nervous face were kitty ears, which had only arrived the day before.
She looked like a stripper and felt like a whore. Her stomach turned in knots over the fact that she was finally at this point. She was at a man's house that she hadn't met before today. Nobody knew she was here. She was in his closet, adjoined to his bedroom, where he was going to take her virginity in no uncertain terms. She was quite the prize for a man nearly 25 years older than her. He would thoroughly enjoy the use of her body, use that she had voluntarily, if reluctantly, agreed to. She had been cooperative and complicit, and now that the event was at hand, she wondered if backing out was even still an option at this point.
She knew it wouldn't be a romantic lovemaking of her wedding night. He would enjoy the use of her young flesh, and have his way with her for his own pleasure. She made an effort to push down her doubts. She was here now, and that was what mattered. Hopefully she wouldn't feel too worthless and trashy afterward. Her body was now his prize. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped back into the situation she'd gotten herself into.
Her timing was good. He was wiping his hands free with a cloth, cleaning the dust off from having rooted around with long unused cables searching for long unused power outlets behind dressers. She noted with a gulp that he had been setting up video equipment. Cameras stood pointed at the bed in several angles, which had been stripped of covering, and was not simply a sheet over the mattress with a few pillows. His large TV had been too inconvenient to move off the wall facing the foot of the bed, but he had set up a second one on the wall facing the right side of the bed. Thus, not only were several cameras recording, but one could see the action from the bed from several angles at a time. A 19 year old girl letting a much older man defile her would be recorded for all posterity. She was going to be a porn star for her first sexual experience. She wondered if people online would see it. She wondered if it even bothered her if they did.
Noticing her, he eyed her up and down and licked his lips. She stood there clasping her hands in front of her looking down. Sensing her anxiety, he walked over and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her and held her hands in his while he leaned down and kissed her neck, breathing heavily on her. His touch was arousing, and he ran his hands slowly up and down her, his fingers interlaced with hers. She turned to him and he kissed her, tongue pushing into her mouth, lazily but unrelentingly. Her passion rose as her nervousness eased, and after 5 minutes of this she began to slowly gyrate her hips up in time with his hands roaming down, slightly spreading her legs to ease his hand sliding up her skirt, tracing his fingers along her opening, but leaving her thong in place.
He kept this up for at least 15 minutes, then pulled away and slowly rubbed her chest through her minimal shirt while she leaned back into him, feeling his erection poking through his pants and into her ass. Her face was at the center of the camera now, and she got nervous again. The presence of the watching eyes unnerved her, but also she felt suddenly very self-conscious. She could see the pores her makeup hadn't covered, and other imperfections in her skin. She wanted to cover up, but his arms were blocking her movement. He didn't seem to care at all about such details, and deep down she was glad he was still so obviously aroused by her, and not repulsed by all the million things she thought made her ugly.
As she slowly ground her ass back onto his hard-on, his right hand left her breasts and he reached for something. She turned to look but was blocked by his other hand turning her head back upwards for a kiss. She gave into the kiss and remained still until she felt cold leather against her neck. Opening her eyes with a start she looked at one of the wall TV's and realized it was a collar. He used both hands to affix it to her while she stood there obediently. He then hooked a leash onto her collar, and now she looked like an owned, slutty kitty. Daddy's little sex kitten.
He moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking the leash he gently pulled her down to her knees between his legs.
"Open the zipper and take it out" he commanded, quietly but firmly.
Trembling, she reached up and unzipped him. He was so hard it was almost difficult to get it around the bulge, which practically poked through his boxers on its own. She helped it out, and now her hand was on its first penis, feeling the strange sensation. She was face to face with it, leering at her with its one eye. She could see it glistening very slightly at the tip, a single drop of pearl colored fluid visible. She was causing him to leak precum, and she felt sexy and attractive from that.
Something wild in her took the initiative then, and she gave it a lick, allowing the salty leaking fluid onto her tongue. The taste was less than wonderful, but the sharp inhale he took as she licked it encouraged her to go on anyway. She licked it up and down several times, tasting the peculiar and distinctly male flavor of his organ.
He allowed her to explore him in this way for a moment, and then his need sped things along. He placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed her firmly toward the stiff tip. She knew what was expected and obligingly opened her mouth, taking the head and then several inches of the shaft in. She gagged a little, but with her hair in a tight grip, he pulled her slowly up until only the head was still in, and then pushed her down again. He built up a rhythm and she started to get used to it, keeping her tongue flat to allow him to slide in and out along it.
He relaxed his grip slightly and she took the hint, continuing to bob up and down on her own. As she grew more confident she began tickling the head with her tongue as it was on the out-stroke, causing him to visibly tremble and shake. Having this effect on him emboldened her, and she began to increase the tempo. He was now breathing raggedly, but not completely lost in the moment, as he reached down to pull up her miniscule skirt, making sure the camera got a good view of her modest ass, with only the thing string of her thong there to technically not make her completely nude. Why not? She thought. Hardly more degrading to see her ass after seeing her mouth stuffed with the cock of a man old enough to be her dad.
She felt him begin to throb in her mouth, and his breath was short and ragged. He swelled up inside her mouth and she could taste a steady stream of his precum. He let out a roar and pushed into her, not completely lodging himself in but definitely filling her mouth. She knew what was coming next but wasn't ready as he painfully gripped her ears and erupted into her mouth. He held her so she couldn't pull away, but because of his cock lodged in her mouth, she couldn't completely swallow either. It was tangy and never ending, and she thought she might choke, and fought the urge to vomit it all back out. Sensing this, he pulled out somewhat, leaving only the head in, allowing her mouth to fill with cum, puffing her cheeks out.
Before she could swallow, he caught her eye and shook his head.
"Don't swallow. Just hold it."
She nodded obediently as he slowly withdrew the head, tightening her lips and tilting slightly back so she wouldn't spill. "Open your mouth. Don't spill" She complied as he zoomed in on her face with the camera. Glancing at the TV it was hooked up to, she could see her own messy hair and smeared makeup, and her own mouth full of his warm load.
He surprised her then, and handed her a cup. "Let it ooze into there. Not too fast!" He commanded. She took the cup and as he carefully aimed the camera, allowed all the cum to slowly ooze out of her mouth and into the cum. It wasn't very neat, and some got on her mini shirt and leaked down onto her body. He panned the camera down to follow as each globule oozed down her petite frame.
When that task was over he took the cup back and set it aside. He looked over her again, clearly pleased by her appearance and cooperation.
"What do good girls say?" He asked, training the camera on her again.
