15 comments/ 118884 views/ 102 favorites Her Best Friend's Dad By: Goldeniangel Author's Note: This story could arguably belong in several categories, including First Time. It's got a sexy alpha male who is much older than the young woman whose virginity he takes, so it could have gone in the Mature category. Because they know each other outside of the situation and she balks a little at first it could be considered 'reluctant' and have gone in the Non-Con/Reluctance category. I decided to go with First Time because I felt that out of all three, that's what it was mostly about. Enjoy! ****** Peter's first thought was "What the hell?" The website wasn't precisely legal, basically an online whore-house, one that he'd frequented ever since his marriage had broken up once the kids were in high school and old enough to have a bit of their own independence. It wasn't that he couldn't get a date if he wanted, but he didn't want. Too much work without an ensured reward. The website provided him to pick out exactly what he wanted for a night – brunette or blonde, kinky or vanilla, big boobs or little – and know that they'd be clean. There were different location branches and he was lucky enough to live an hour away from one of them. The ex had the kids this week and he'd decided to check out the website and see if there was anything knew. Boy was there. He'd recognized her immediately of course – how could he not? She spent almost as many weekends at his house as his daughter had over the past year. Just turned eighteen last month if he remembered correctly; they'd been talking about her birthday party. Petite at 5'4", short blonde hair that brushed her shoulders, sparkling green eyes, high breasts that were probably somewhere between a B and a C cup, tiny waist, and the sunny smile that marked her as the cheerleader that she was. Cyana Walters, his daughter's best friend since her freshman year of high school. Selling her virginity on the internet. The bidding was open till midnight. If he'd been a different kind of man he might have bid in order to save her from herself. Save her from whatever she thought she was doing. But over the years he'd found that he didn't care what kind of stupid decisions other people made as long as it didn't affect him or his kids. Why should he? And at least he'd be a better option for her than a lot of the other guys that were on this site. He knew that he was good looking, that woman of all ages found him attractive even though he was on the wrong side of forty. Unlike his ex he'd kept himself in shape after their marriage ended, he went to the gym several times a week and ran regularly. Once or twice he'd even overheard his daughter's friends whisper that she had a hot dad. And he wouldn't hurt Cyana, not more than he had to. He'd make it good for her. Fortunately he had plenty of money since the divorce had been more or less amicable when it came to finances and they both had hefty salaries. They'd agreed to split everything up pretty much evenly and he'd never needed to pay alimony, although of course he'd be putting in his share for the kid's college but he's set up a fund for that a long time ago. So he had plenty of money to blow if he so chose... and he chose to blow it on this. Two hours and an almost absurd amount of money later he was the proud owner of a teenager's virginity. He put all the pertinent information of when / where to meet this upcoming weekend into the form that the website provided. ****** The Windham hotel, room number 415. Cyana almost licked her lips out of nervousness before she remembered that she was wearing lipstick. Was she really going to do this? Yes. And not because of the money, although that ridiculously hefty sum was a nice bonus. This was something she'd been planning for a long time, ever since she'd heard about the website that she'd auctioned off her virginity. Almost exactly one year ago she'd heard her older sister talking to one of her friends about it; her friend used it kind of like a dating service but she'd said that the best money went to the virgins. The guys who used the site were rich. Older. Mature. She'd always had a thing for older men, crushing on her teachers throughout high school, her coaches, just about anyone older. Even if they weren't hot or in great shape, she just found them so much more intriguing than the boys her age. Which was how she'd become the last virgin on the cheerleading squad. Boys her age just didn't interest her. But giving her virginity to an older man? A stranger? For some reason that got her jets going hot and ready. Maybe reality wouldn't live up to the fantasy, but at least she'd be well paid for the loss of her hymen. None of her friends were still in a relationship with the guy that popped their cherry, and they hadn't gotten anything out of the exchange like she would be. Taking a deep breath, she adjusted the neck of the skimpy white sundress she was wearing and put the hotel key into the slot. The skirt of her dress swirled around her thighs as she walked through the door. The hotel room was nearly spotless, but across the room there was a man sitting in a chair looking out the window. Since none of the lights were on she couldn't see any of his features, just his outline against the brightness of the window as he stood and turned towards her. He was tall, had a healthy crop of hair and looked to be in fairly decent shape, but that was all she could see. Excitement and anticipatory lust tingled in her body as she pasted a smile on her face and stepped forward, closing the door behind her. Was it just her imagination or could she actually feel his eyes caressing her young body, lingering over the low cut of the front of her halter dress and the hem around her tanned thighs? "Hi," she said, unnerved by his silence and doing her best to cover it. "I'm Cyana, you must be Peter." She flicked on the light switch and gasped. "Oh my god... Mr. Samuels?!" The familiar handsome face of Mary's dad was the last thing that she'd expected to see. A rather rugged face, framed by dark hair with a dash of grey at the temples and little silvery highlights scattered throughout the bit of scruff on his face. Mr. Samuels was a DILF - Dad I'd Like to Fuck. That was the running joke among his daughter's friends. Sure she'd drooled over him wearing a swimsuit in the summer. Sighed over him when he'd done something particularly nice or caring for the girls. Masturbated to a fantasy of him in her head multiple times. But not once in any of those fantasies had she been so utterly humiliated as she was right now. The fantasy of being with an older, rich, mature man suddenly seemed dirty and weak as she stared at this man that she knew... that she HAD known for years, and knew that HE knew she'd sold her virginity on the internet. She felt dirty. Ashamed. And impossibly young and stupid. If she was lucky he would only lecture her himself and not tell her parents what she'd done. And she'd have to return the money to him of course. God... how was she going to cover the percentage that the website took? Her cheeks bloomed red before paling to white several times as he stood there watching her. Assessing her. Tears of humiliation sparked in her eyes. "I can't imagine what you must think of me," she muttered, dropping her gaze to the floor, not wanting to see the disgust and condemnation on his face. "I think... that right now you look more beautiful than ever," he said quietly in that oh so sexy deep voice of his. "And that I have been looking forward to this all week." Shock suffused her and her head flew back up as she heard him began to walk towards her. The look in his dark eyes something she'd never seen before and she felt a stirring sensation deep in her belly as her body responded to it. As some primitive instinct in her brain said that the man before her wanted her... desired her... "Are you... are we..." He couldn't possibly be suggesting... "What's the matter, Cyana?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling in a way that made her insides tighten, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. He stopped moving towards her, standing at the foot of the bed, and she found that she couldn't stop looking from him to the piece of furniture that she'd assumed she'd be losing her virginity on. That she might very well be losing her virginity on if her instincts were correct. "Having second thoughts about selling your virginity?" Yes. Except that now she was wondering if he was just trying to scare her. Twisting her hands in front of her she tried to figure out his intentions, tried to think of something to say, but it felt as though she was hurtling through space at top speed and in a moment she was going to crash and there was nothing she could do to slow herself or stop it and there was no air to breath to scream much less talk. Even worse, she could feel herself becoming aroused at the idea of losing her v-card to Mr. Samuels. Heck... he was hot. Older. The difference between him and the boys her age was laughable. "You know what I think?" His voice was like a caress across her skin and he was moving towards her again. Slowly. Deliberately. Her muscles tensed, screaming at her to run, but she couldn't move right now if her life depended on it. "I think you wanted to do something a little dangerous. To lose your virginity to a man who knows what he's doing, who can make you feel things..." He was standing right in front of her and he lifted his finger to her jawline and began to run it down her neck, down the center of her collar bone and down to her cleavage. It felt like her nipples had hardened to diamonds and she felt her lungs constrict as his finger began to trace the low-cut neckline of her sundress. Mr. Samuels' eyes never left hers. "A man who can make sure that you enjoy it." When he suddenly cupped her breast in his warm palm, Cyana moaned and nearly collapsed in front of him. That felt so... good. He wasn't the first male to touch her breast, but he was definitely the first MAN. Having Mr. Samuels feel her up was an entirely different experience. The suddenness of his grip on her soft flesh, the heat in his eyes, his utter confidence as he touched her was nothing like the panting, greedy boys that she'd made out with in the backseats of their cars. They groaned with excitement just from a feel of her breasts, they groped without finesse, and she hadn't felt one tenth as excited as she did right now. His eyes locked on hers, Mr. Samuels brought his other hand up so that he could gently squeeze both of her breasts and she panted as she felt the fabric of her dress rubbing against her nipples. The sundress didn't really allow for a bra so she hadn't worn one. The expression on his face didn't change although she could swear that his eyes were looking hungrier and hungrier. Then, suddenly, his hands were gone and she was left standing trembling as he turned his back and walked away. Sudden panic assailed her. What had she done wrong? Mr. Samuel's turned and sat on the bed, facing her. "Take off your dress Cyana, I want to see what I paid for." A flush heated her entire body, along with a healthy dose of anger. He was talking to her like she was a... her cheeks paled. Like she was a whore, like she had sold her body for money. Which is exactly what she had done. He waited patiently, watching her with that blank expression as she lifted shaking hands behind her back to undo the zipper. Her mouth felt incredibly dry and she realized that she was nervous. Because she wanted him to find her desirable. How strange that she suddenly felt so incredibly unsure of herself, but he'd put her off balance talking to her the way that he had. So her hands trembled even more as she tugged down the straps of her dress and revealed her almost entirely naked body to her best friend's dad. The man who had paid for her virginity. "The panties," he murmured, his eyes sweeping over her curves and she found herself wanting to curse at him. Wanting more of a reaction from him. And yet her nipples kept throbbing, her pussy was creaming her panties as if she actually liked being treated like this. Almost defiantly Cyana pushed her panties off of her hips and let them drop along with her dress, revealing her neatly trimmed mound. It only had a small triangle of blonde pubic hair covering it and she'd completely shaved her pussy lips beneath them. Unable to meet Mr. Samuels' gaze in her naked and vulnerable state, Cyana lowered her eyes as gasped as she realized she was looking at a very sizable erection at the front of his pants. Not embarrassed at all, Mr. Samuels' only laughed when he realized where she was looking. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll be gentle." It should have been cliché. It should have sounded silly. Instead she just felt herself shiver with anticipation. With heat. "Come here." Closing her eyes for a moment, Cyana gathered her courage. When she opened them again Mr. Samuels was still sitting on the bed staring at her, a small and somehow intimidating smile decorating his lips. Her legs quivered as she took a step forward. Mr. Samuels' smile broadened and she felt her breath stutter. Feeling as though she was walking towards a cliff, readying herself for freefall, Cyana kept walking until she was standing right in front of Mr. Samuels. The sound of her heart beating filled her ears. She gasped as he thrust his hand between her legs, his eyes on her face as he stroked his fingers between her plump, virginal pussy lips. Unable to bear the look of triumph on his face as he found her soaking wet, Cyana closed her eyes and shuddered as his fingers found the entrance to her body. "Please..." "Please what?" he asked, one long finger pushing inside of her and making her gasp. She covered her face with her hands, unable to stop a low moan from falling from her lips. "Please... this is so embarrassing... can't you just do it?" Mr. Samuels' laughed, the sound so dark and rich that it made her shiver as she peeked through her fingers at him. She didn't realize that her reluctance, her modesty, the very innocence of her request was turning him on even more. All she knew was that she had never expected her best friend's DAD to be the one waiting for her in this room, to put his hand between her thighs and penetrate her chaste body with his finger, preparing her for a much more intimate penetration. "Oh sweetheart... I'm not just going to DO anything. That's what a boy with no control over his hormones does, and you wanted a man." Although he realized that he was perilously close to losing his own control. After all, he wanted to make this good for her but right now his body was yearning to just lay her out on the bed, spread her creamy white thighs, and plunge into the sopping wet orifice that his finger was currently occupying. There was really only one solution and it made him grin with anticipation. Pulling his finger out from between her sweet thighs with a sloppy wet noise, he put it in his mouth, watching the heat rise in her face as he sucked her juices from his finger. Cyana had never seen something so simultaneously disgusting and erotic in her life. His finger had been shiny with her juices and yet he was slurping on the digit like it was coated in something delicious. Then he popped the finger out of his mouth and reached down to unbutton his pants. She swallowed convulsively, realizing that she was going to be getting her first look at the penis that was going to take her virginity. "Oh god..." She couldn't stop the exclamation as his erection thrust out of his pants, long and thick, impossibly hard with a purplish head that was already oozing pre-cum. And THAT was supposed to fit inside of her?! Maybe it was just because of the circumstances, but she felt sure that it must be larger than any other dick she'd seen before. "On your knees Cyana." Part of her screamed that she should protest, that this wasn't part of what he'd paid for, but with Mr. Samuels' dark gaze boring into her she found herself falling to a kneeling position in front of him. With her shaky legs it was surprisingly easy. "I don't want to hurt you, I'm going to make this good for you," he said, threading his fingers in her hair and pulling her reluctant mouth towards the tip of his cock. "But I need you to take the edge off first, otherwise I'm liable to take you too fast and too hard." The young beauty moaned at his words, allowing him to thrust of the head of his cock between her pretty pink lips. Cyana looked up at him with wide blue eyes, half anxious and half sexually excited, the mushroom of his cock already in her mouth. Instinctively she flicked her tongue against it, tasting the salty pre-cum, licking the velvety soft head as though it was a scoop of ice cream. He tasted like salt and musk and male, and she only had a moment to adjust to what was happening before his hands were pulling her inexorably downwards, sliding more of his cock into her mouth. This was not her first time giving head, but it was definitely the first time that she'd felt out of control while doing it. Normally performing oral sex made her feel both feminine and powerful. Right now she felt feminine and exquisitely vulnerable in a way that she'd never experienced before. Mr. Samuels had a firm hold on her head and was thrusting his hips upwards every time he forced her mouth down on him. She grasped the base of his cock to keep herself from gagging as he fucked her mouth. Because that's exactly what he was doing, fucking her mouth. It was rough, it was hard, it was humiliation piled on top of humiliation... And it was making her hotter and wetter than a rainforest. Her body was throbbing, aching, wishing that he would just touch her anywhere but her head. The space between her legs felt empty without that long finger inside of her, the tops of her thighs were becoming slick with her juices as she rubbed them together in an effort to relieve the needy compulsion. As her head bobbed her breasts bounced, hard nipples wanting to rub against something. She desperately wanted to touch herself but she couldn't even imagine how much more degraded that would be to her pride. The spurt of creamy froth in her mouth took her off guard as he forced her head down so far that her lips met her fingers, his cock pulsing against the back of her throat. She whimpered and squirmed, trying to pull away as hot fluid poured into her mouth and she swallowed desperately. Something else she'd never done before, but it was swallow or choke. The head of his dick was too far back in her mouth for her to be able to spit it out, it was spraying the back of her throat and sliding right down into her belly. When he finally released her head she came up sputtering, furious. "That wasn't part of the agreement!" She glared at him. "I'm done here!" He just laughed. "Not if you want the money you're not." He chuckled, putting one finger under her chin and tipping her head up to look directly into his eyes. The hot flame in his gaze made her shiver. "Besides, if you really didn't want to do this you wouldn't still be here on your knees in front of me. You like this. You could have walked out of this room at any time, I know you don't actually need the money, but you're still here on your knees with my cum in your belly and a sopping wet pussy that's just aching for its first cock. Isn't it?" Red and white splotches covered her face as she flushed and paled, wanting to deny his words but knowing that all he would need to do is look at the evidence coating her thighs to know the truth. The taste of him was filling her mouth and even though it made her slightly nauseous it also turned her on. Studying her expression, Mr. Samuels smiled. "You can leave if you want to, Cyana. No one's forcing you to stay. You can go back to your regular life, go out with some nice guy and eventually let him pop your cherry after a safe number of dates. Or you can get your sweet ass up on the bed and let me find out what a virgin's pussy tastes like before I fuck it." Her Best Friend's Dad Common sense said she should have been out of that hotel room twenty seconds after she'd walked in. Her feminist side declared him a misogynist asshole, a dirty old pervert, and said she should slap him and storm out now. But it was her body, her libido, that won out and she found herself crawling onto the bed and lying down on her side with her legs together, watching through half-hooded eyes as he stood and stripped off his clothes completely. Despite the fact that she had just sucked him off, his cock was already hardening again, his eyes never looking away from her as he let his clothing fall to the floor. His body was well muscled, his shoulders broad, and the hair on his chest and the line down to his groin was dark with wiry hair, only a few grey hairs sparsely scattered throughout. Sucking in a breath, she couldn't help but picture his hard, muscled body covering hers, hairs rubbing against her soft skin. Mr. Samuels didn't look anything like the guys her own age; he was older, harder, and more dangerous. Next to him they all looked like eager puppies. As he approached the bed, his eyes flared with appreciation as her own widened. She didn't know it, but the expression on her face was a mix of apprehension and excitement, a complete turn on for him. Seeing her young, delectable body laid out for him had already been arousing enough, but knowing that she had chosen to stay and give up her innocence to him, that she was excited by the prospect, made his blood roar. "On your back," he ordered, grinning at her in a way that made her entire body tingle. It wasn't a nice smile, it was an arrogant one. The kind that said he had no doubt that she would do exactly what he told her to. "And spread your legs." The act of laying on her back and opening her body to him made her feel both incredibly sexy and incredibly vulnerable. Both of which she was becoming very used to feel in his presence, here in this room. It almost seemed like those were the only things he wanted her to feel. "Beautiful," he murmured under his breath and he looked her up and down, and she flushed with pleasure. She felt beautiful when he looked at her that way. Desirable. Invincible. And scared out of her mind as he crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, his arms creating a cage for her upper body while his knees rested between her legs. She could no longer close her thighs to him even if she wanted to. As if realizing that looming over her was frightening her more than it was turning her on, Mr. Samuels pulled back so that his weight was no longer resting on his hands. Of course, that just meant his hands were free to touch her. Cyana moaned as he cupped them over her ribcage, just beneath her breasts. She closed her eyes as he began to slide them up, cupping her breasts in his palms. The only sound in the room was her ragged breathing and his quick intake of air as he squeezed the ample mounds. Arching her back, she stifled her moan, for some reason not wanting him to know how incredibly good it felt. As if that would give him more power over her, when he already had all the power in the world. Then something wet and hot engulfed one of her sensitive nipples and her eyes flew open. The bristles on his chin scraped against her flesh as he suckled at her breast, and her hands flew down to hold his head against her. He nipped, pulled, licked, and gently bit down on the tender nub. Beneath him her body was moving, writhing, unable to remain still as the sensual need between her legs began to grow and grow with every seductive pull of her nipple. When he moved his mouth away she cried out in disappointment until his lips closed around her other nipple. The abandoned one was left chilled and wet in the cool air of the hotel room, a sharp contrast to the moist heat that was surrounding her previously neglected on. Cyana found herself running her fingers through his hair, over his shoulders, over his chest and back, wherever she could reach. She'd never felt the compulsion to touch a man like this; normally she just allowed them to touch her, to pant over her body, while she remained in control. No chance of that happening here. Mr. Samuels was playing her senses like an instrument, with all the finesse of an experienced musician. She was completely OUT of control, a slave to the sensations he was awakening inside of her. Even when she'd masturbated and made herself cum on her own she hadn't felt this cacophony of sensations, this aching, throbbing need to be touched. Before it had always been a kind of clinical exercise; certainly not the heart-pounding, breath-taking, pussy-spasming indulgence she was now experiencing for the first time. The way Mr. Samuels was manipulating her breasts wasn't with the eagerness of a guy who thought his toys might be taken away at any moment, no it was with the arrogance of a man who was going to play as long as he liked because he knew that it would turn the woman beneath him into a pile of melting lust. "Oh god... Mr. Samuels..." Cyana gasped as he bit down on her nipple again and released it. "Yes Cyana?" his voice practically purred. He squeezed her breasts hard, watching as she arched and writhed. "Touch me," she begged. "I am touching you." "More... please... more..." She spread her legs wider, hating his chuckle and, at the same time, not caring if he would just touch that aching wetness that was becoming the entire center of her world. "Tell me to touch your pussy." "PLEASE touch my pussy." His body weight shifted, moving downwards, and then his hands had left her breasts and were pressing on the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide open so that he could gaze onto the glistening wet lips of her pussy as they parted. Cyana's face turned bright red. She had wanted him to touch her, not look at her. Somehow his rapt gaze on her most private body parts made this entire situation so much more real, giving her time to collect her thoughts again and realize that her best friend's father's face was inches away from her virginal feminine flesh. About to protest, her words came out in a garbled yelp as he leaned forward and pressed his open mouth to her pussy, tongue flicking out and licking up the center of her slit. It felt heavenly as he applied all of his oral skills to her, taking the time to slowly lick and taste her. This was normally something guys did to try and get into her pants and she realized wildly that this time she would be following it through to the conclusion. With Mr. Samuels. Burying her fingers in his dark locks, she bucked against him as he pried her pussy lips apart and began a concentrated assault on her extremely sensitive inner lips, working his way up to her swollen clit. The rasp of his tongue was like a firebomb inside of her body, sending her spiraling towards the climax that she was aching for. "Oh god! Mr. Samuels!" To her utter dismay he moved away, licking the shiny gloss of her honey off of his lips. The expression on his face was pure masculine smugness. "Virgins taste sweet." "Please, I'm so close," she begged, running her own hands down to touch her swollen flesh, groaning as he grabbed her wrists and planted them down on either side of her head, the long, hard length of his body coming down on top of her. Her heart stuttered as she realized that she could feel the head of his cock nudging against her virginal flesh, her pupils dilating in excitement. "Oh no," he murmured, kissing her lips so that she could taste herself. Something she'd never allowed any other guy to do. "You're going to be creaming yourself all over my cock when you cum, Cyana, and not before." The crude words made her moan as her body yearned for the completion of the visual he painted. Yes... she wanted him inside of her while she came, wanted to feel him moving, splitting her open. Cyana had never masturbated using anything that penetrated her body because she'd always wanted to feel that moment of her hymen giving way to a man's insistent cock. And now that moment was finally upon her. Mr. Samuels pulled back, his eyes intent on her face as he shifted her hips and she could feel him at the entrance of her body. Green eyes went as wide as they could when he nudged against her, his own dark eyes taking in ever flicker of her expression as he began to press inwards. The barrier to her body wasn't thick, but he could feel the resistance, feel it tear, watch her wince as he broke through that flimsy barrier to the paradise between her legs. "FUCK." He'd never felt anything like it. Not just the way her body gave beneath him or the inner roar of triumph as he watched her pained expression when her hymen broke, but also the exquisite tightness of her untouched channel. He was the first to touch her in this way, the first to make her experience these sensations. As much as he'd cherished that slight moment of pain as he'd broken into her body, he would treasure her pleasure even more. "OooooOOOOoooo!" Cyana writhed beneath him, her legs parting and coming together as her innocent body tried to decipher how best to deal with its new circumstances. "Mr. Samuels you're too big! It hurts!" He bet it did... she was so exquisitely tight that it felt like she could break his cock off with her muscles. "Shhhh, sweetheart, it will start to feel good," he said, caressing her body as he slowly settled his cock into the clasp of her heat. It was the slickest, most velvety glove imaginable and it took all of his willpower not to rut inside of her. Of course he could if he wanted to; after all, he'd paid for the use of her pure body, paid to corrupt her. If he'd wanted to just fuck her into the bed without a care for her pleasure then that was his prerogative, and the power made his cock swell even more. But she'd done this because she wanted a man. Not some out of control idiot who would take his own pleasure without considering hers. And so he held himself immobile inside of her as he kissed her passionately, looping her arms around his neck so that he could caress her, rocking ever so gently with his hips so that his groin would press against her clit. He could feel her inner muscles tighten and loosen as her virginal sheath slowly accustomed itself to its new dimensions, accommodating the length and girth of his cock. When she began to rock back against him, her arms tightening around his neck, then he knew she was ready. Clasping her hips, he began to withdraw, carefully and gently, before slowly sinking back inside of her. Cyana was beside herself with all of the overwhelming sensations. Although the slight humiliation of her begging, the initial pain as her virginity had been claimed, and the sore ache of her muscles stretching to allow Mr. Samuels to invade her body had somewhat lessened her arousal, the older man was well on his way to building it back up again. She couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have him moving inside of her, to feel him so deeply in her belly that with each gentle thrust she was sure he was deeper inside of her than anything was supposed to go. Her whimpers were hushed by his lips as he tongue delved into her mouth, and she kissed him back because at least that was something familiar that she knew how to do. And yet she discovered that she knew how to have sex too. It was instinctive, easy, as her body responded to him greedily, wanting him harder, faster, deeper. Suddenly she understood all the pornos where women begged for just those things. Her body was beginning to ache, deep inside where she'd never felt such a need before, and his thrusting cock was pushing that ache higher and higher. Moving against him, purely by instinct, Cyana could feel him begin to loosen some of that iron self-control he'd been using with her. He groaned into her mouth, plundering her with his kiss as his pumping hips began to move harder and faster. It hurt as his huge dick split her open, moving so roughly, so forcefully inside of her, scraping the inner walls of her body... and yet it felt so damn good too. He hooked his arms under her legs, pulling them upwards so that she was almost bent in half and every thrust had his body pressing hard against her clit. Now every thrust felt so deep inside of her that she had the wild thought she could actually feel him in her throat. "OH! FUCK!.... OH MR. SAMUELS!!!!" Cyana screamed, hanging onto his neck, as the most intense orgasm of her life slammed into her like a freight train. It was hot bliss, ravaged ecstasy, blinding fireworks. She could feel her insides squeezing him, rippling around him in convulsions that she couldn't control and didn't want to. Every hard thrust had her climbing higher and higher on a wave of pleasure that seemed unending. When he bellowed out his own climax and thrust hard, she could actually feel him throbbing inside of her, feel the pulse of his cock against her tight tunnel as she began to milk the jets of cum from him. They were pressed so tightly together and she was cradled in his arms. He surrounded her, inside and out, and she'd never felt so alive, so feminine. "God... Cyana..." Mr. Samuels' voice was husky as his weight came fully down on top of her, pressing her further into the bed. She liked that, closing her eyes she snuggled her face into his chest as she felt herself contract around him in quivering little shudders of post orgasmic bliss. "That was amazing," she said, in a tone of pure wonderment. She was suddenly so, so glad that she'd done what she had. Not only had she gotten something useful and substantial for her virginity, but Mr. Samuels had made it a heck of a lot more enjoyable than she knew a lot of first times were. Sure he'd been crude, almost cruel, with some of his words, but that had only turned her on more if she was being honest with herself. And the actual sex... mind blowing to say the least. "Mmm..." He pulled himself up off of her, gathering her into his arms before she could protest. "I'm glad you thought so," he said, looking down at the young beauty in his arms with her tousled hair and the reddish sticky evidence of her virginity between her thighs and staining his cock. "Because as soon as we get cleaned off in the shower, we're going to do it all over again."