Annie sat on her knees, her round, plump teenage tits held high and firm above the little black dress that I had scrunched into a ring around her waist. Her lip quivered as she took in the scent of the soft cock at the tip of her nose, fresh with the scent of her newly deflowered cunt and my seed.
Everything up till now she had expected in one form or another. She had expected to suck my cock and swallow my cum. She had hoped that I would munch her to a blissful orgasm, and she had naturally been weary of the first fuck I had promised her. What she hadn't expected was this: to have to taste her own fluids.
I had been clear about what I now expected of her. Her getting fucked for the first time was fine, every girl went through it at some point, right? But this was the first true test of her submission. Had her acceptance, her promises, her blowjob-signed contract meant anything? Could she truly submit to my will, forgoing her own sense of decency and humility?
As I watched her struggle with her indecision, I remembered the last time I'd been down this road.
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Callie looked back at me with angry eyes. Her beach blond hair hung oose around her shoulders as she held herself on all fours. I ran my hands down her spine and back up again, idly hoping it would relax the tension from the situation.
"You want to what?" She asked incredulously.
I held the tip of my cock still within her soaked cunt, hoping with alll that I had that this hadn't quickly become the last time I'd feel it's pleasure. What the hell had I been thinking?
Callie was the hottest girl on campus and she liked to fuck as much as I did. Here on a volleyball scholarship, she was fit, flexible and down for anything - or so I thought. Any position had been open to us. Morning wood satisfied by a throat-swallowing blowjob every morning she stayed over. Handjobs under the desk in the library during study breaks or shared classes. Nudes, videos, photos of her making out with other girls on nights out - I was a lucky shit and I knew it, so why the fuck did I have to ask for this? The one thing she said she'd never do.
Fear gripped me and in that one moment I realised that what I feared wasn't losing the best fuck on campus. It wasn't even losing everything I loved about her on one stupid, arrogant request. It was that I actually, in my heart of hearts and deepest soul, loved the woman in front of me and I had just lost her forever. Fuck! I was in love. Genuine, deep, love.
Her question hung in the air, her stare tearing me apart. My brain whirred and buzzed with options. Should I tell her I was joking? Say it was a mistake? Drop to my knees and aologize?
