Note to readers: You might want to read the first two chapters in the series before this one or you might be lost. Also, this one gets a little dark, so if you are not into non consent stories and anal sex stories then you might want to skip ahead to about the two/thirds mark. I considered putting this in Non Consent/Reluctance but in the end it's a story of a girl's first time. Hope you enjoy, feedback is always welcome and I try to reply to all emails. Thanks for reading!
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Dennis got up after a few minutes and went to the shower to rinse off. I was the one that needed a shower though as his juices were still dripping from parts of my face and mine were oozing from my vulva and down my butt. I lay there, a bit tired and sweaty, but mostly feeling still unsatisfied and emotionally weird. I was unsatisfied because I now knew how wonderful it felt to have a man's erection inside me, but I hadn't been truly fucked. My body tingled and craved more, and I knew I was too weak to resist if it was offered. Had Dennis returned from the shower with an erection and an urge to fuck me I would have laid right where I was, opened up as far as I could, and received his penis into me until he gave my womb a full dose of his baby batter. My mind and heart didn't want it, but my body would not have let me say no.
Emotionally I was weirded out on several fronts. His last comment that next time he would bring enough money to fuck me emphasized that I was, despite the kisses and cuddles, just a body he paid for sex. A whore. My mind was okay with that, I had long believed that for the most part sex was a transaction, at least I had never felt an emotional drive to have it. I had yearned for hot guys, and I had cared for guys, but none had gotten inside me until I had a need for something they had, cash. Dennis had given me the advice to find someone more special to have my first time with, although I knew in an hour or so Dave would be sliding into home. That he had to remind me of the context made me feel even stranger. I had to wonder if I was too emotionally and romantically inept to have a normal relationship after all this time.
Finally there was the matter of whether I was a virgin still or not. Part of me said yes, but I think that was only because I wanted to be. I didn't believe in the notion of giving away or losing one's virginity like it was a physical thing. Its not an object, its a status. A status that when shared is lost. Had I shared it? I thought probably so but that depended on how one defined having sex. What I knew was Dave had been inside me for a minute or so, him motionless just enjoying the tightness of my warm, moist birth canal, and me, well I was involuntarily squeezing and massaging his cock. He seemed to thrust several times but said he was trying to pull out and slipped. I don't know what he could have possible meant by "slipped" but at that point I had contracted particularly hard as my body sought to keep him in me. I knew though that from the moment he brought his cock towards my face, squeezing it so that the head was bright purple as if he was trying to keep more from coming out, until the first shot of goo landed on my face, was less that the time he spent pulling out.
He had plenty of time to put a dose of semen in me. As nice as he was, he was like one of the guys my dad plays golf with, and the idea of having his baby growing inside me was, in spite of my regular use of birth control... well I just couldn't imagine it.
I thought I could figure it out on feel alone, but all I felt down there was wet and tingly. I put one hand over my girl parts, and with the other lifted myself up to my knees, I held my hand in place as I clenched up, trying to squeeze the juices from me, but nothing really came out. I stuck finger in my vagina trying to not think about how gross this was, and collected on it some of the fluid there. It was mostly clear but had a few whitish lumps in it and my heart sank. Whether he knew it or not, Dennis had spermed my pussy. Then to confirm a quick sniff. It smelled like sex, but not, well it smelled like me. Like the worst BO I could emit. It didn't have the bleach scent of a man's discharge. . Ugh, only one way to tell for sure. I had tasted his manhood after it came out of me and as it was shooting sperm everywhere so I knew what my juice and his sperm tasted like. I decided not to think about how gross what I was doing was and quickly sucked the wetness from my finger.
There was no taste of his sperm at all, just me. I got another finger full just to confirm. Nope, no man sauce taste at all, and even though it was gross, my just didn't really taste bad at all. I could see why guys were okay with how nasty it was, the taste wasn't that terrible. Kind of ainsey and a twinge of metal, but not bad.
It was just then that Dennis came out of the shower toweling himself dry.
"Hey, uh, I'll show myself out if you want to get cleaned up." He said, clearly not wanting to make small talk.
"Okay, see you in a couple weeks?" I asked as I kissed his cheek.
"You bet. Now, you do as I say, you won't regret it. Find a nice guy you're connected with and get it on with him. That's the memory you want, not some guy like me." He said as he dressed and I gathered my things.
Dennis was right about one thing. I didn't want him to be my first, so I decided that until someone else put it in, moved it around and actually had an orgasm inside me, I would still be at least mostly virgin.
The hot water of the shower was like a baptism washing away the sins of Dennis's sweat and semen. I felt revived and throughly clean, especially after holding the hand held shower head to my privates for a good minute or two. I tried to save my make up but that was hopeless given the load he had sprayed on my face, so after the shower it took a while to reapply and I was a good hour before returning to the bar. I hurried as best as I could as I expected Dave to be waiting to fuck me, or another client. I didn't expect a rather attractive woman about my age in a cocktail dress.
"You must be the new Brandi!" She smiled from the bar.
"Uh, no, she was the old Natalie. Can I help you?" I smiled back, not quite sure what was going on but not wanting to seem confused either.
"Sure, I'm the old Natalie! Pleased to meet you!" She laughed and extended her hand which I took and shook. It dawned on me who she was then.
"Where is Dave?"
"Let's see, its the third of the month, he's probably in the back doing the cuckold threesome from the swingers club. It is your first night isn't it?"
"Yeah" I answered, having no idea what she meant.
"Well you look confused, let me 'splain myself. Dave makes money three or four ways. One way is the waitresses giving him a cut. By the way, he left you an envelope under the tap. $300 is pretty good to put up with Dennis. He's not a bad guy and he doesn't try to stuff things up your ass, but it always creeped me out to have him watch me. Did he tip?"
"Another $300."
"Whoa! You must have done something really weird for him."
"Uh, no, not really. I think it was because I'm new." I answered diplomatically.
"Yeah, he's nice that way. Usually it took me two or three dates to get that much, but that was pretty easy to do most nights."
"Is that why you left? Dave said you got a boyfriend."
