As I pull into my driveway, I feel like the king of the world, and no, I’m not Leonardo DiCaprio or one of those rich pricks with a Ferrari from the mansion I just drove away from either. I’m just the guy this spectacular beauty said yes to. I’m the guy about to claim her as his forever.
It didn’t take a Ferrari or a Porsche or a Rolls Royce either. All it took was something about me to get her to say yes.
I’m entranced by her beauty as she steps out of the car and I lead her up the steps to my house. Sure, it’s not the mansion we just came from, but something about the look on her face tells me that she’s okay with that. And I’m more than okay with her.
Just look at those legs, those hips, those curves, the way she sways when she walks and causes every male impulse in me to go crazy. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. Now this is what a guy should be feeling when he’s picking up a girl. Not that fake, performative crap I’ve been doing while I’m out at the bars with the boys.
“Come on in.” I smile, opening the door for “Sapphire.” She’s still making my mouth water as she looks like a perfectly wrapped candy in front of me. She smiles, causing me to think of all the terrible things I’d love to do with her perfect lips, then passes in front of me and steps inside.
Yet again, her scent fills my nostrils. This time, I take a deep breath and force the smell to imbed itself in my lungs. If only I could have her scent follow me around all day. Then I’d be a happy man. A happy man with nothing but her on my mind, unable to get anything else done
She looks like a fucking meal prepared by the gods as she steps into my house. It’s like her entire presence takes over and bathes the entire structure in her wonder. I could donate everything I have here and keep just her and the couch and be more than happy. She would be like a piece of art – a sculpture created by a master artist designed to show off the glory of the female form.
My cock is absolutely pulsing with lust and desire beneath my pants as I watch her move. This is what true desire feels like. I thought that after Cheryl left me for Barry that I wouldn’t want a woman for a long time, and eight months is a pretty long time for most men, but this girl has kickstarted my libido like gasoline being thrown on the ashes of a fire.
I may be thirty-five, but I feel like a teenager again. Every impulse in me is screaming to tear her lingerie off and devour her. I want to spread apart her legs and slide my tongue up her slit and taste her while she screams my name in ecstasy. I want to drive every inch of my manhood inside her and watch as I claim her for the very first time.
And it’s not just her physical beauty that’s doing this to me either. It’s something more. There’s something buried deep inside this woman that’s causing me to go wild. Something unspoken that’s hitting me hard, and I don’t know if I could even explain to the guys if I they were to ask me. But it’s there.
She turns around to face me, and although she was filled with fire and confidence back at the mansion, I see a slight glimpse of hesitation in her eyes now. She’s nervous, which makes sense, this being her first time and all.
My arms and legs move on their own volition. I slide right in and grasp her waist and pull her to me so our bodies are pressing together. The feeling of her hips is wonderful, delicious even, and has me feeling suddenly animalistic. I can see that something about us touching has her slightly more relaxed too, as there’s a change in her eyes.
“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” I tell her, grinding my manhood between her firm yet juicy thighs. I pull her tighter and can feel the flesh from her young, perky tits pressing against my chest. Christ, she’s absolutely perfect.
My pulse kicks up another level like I’ve just been running on a treadmill.
I slide my hands down her back and cup her firm ass, thinking about every man back at the party wishing he was able to have a grip on her like this while they just sat and watched her dance. Just like my buddies are content to sit and watch me run silly pickup lines on girls at the bar.
“Russell,” Sapphire says softly. “Are you sure you want this?”
Her question is so absurd I’m almost not sure I heard her right. “Excuse me?”
“I mean…I’ve never actually gone all the way before,” she says. “And you paid a lot of money for me. What if I let you down? Disappoint you?”
“Nonsense,” I laugh, running one of my hands up her stomach and taking hold of her breast. “Look at you, gorgeous. How could you ever disappoint me?”
She looks down, hiding her eyes. “I just–”
But I lift her chin and force her to look at me. “And don’t you worry. I’ll do all the work, okay?”
This seems to please her some, and a slight smile forms on those perfect lips of hers. That does it. I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and kiss her and it’s like my entire body comes alive again from hibernation. It’s like touching magic. Christ, I need to be inside her so badly. I didn’t realize it until this moment, but every second since I saw her back at the mansion has been a massive buildup – a monumental tease – and I just can’t take it any longer.
With a growl, I snatch her into my arms and mount the stairs to the second floor. She squeals and clutches on to me in a way that makes me feel like she’s been mine forever and this is just a little game we’ve played many times before. Her hair spills over my shoulders as she hangs on, and I smile at how little she weighs as I take the turn into my bedroom.
“Here we go, baby,” I say as I set her down on her back beneath me on my bed. She lets her legs spread comfortably and bites her lip as she looks up at me. She’s not as nervous as she was when she first got here. On top of that, I can see the dark, moist spot on her panties indicating her arousal. God, if only I had a picture of this. “You are so goddamn sexy, baby.”
I lean down and grab her panties and pull them off, exposing her beautiful pink pussy, completely bare and shining with her wetness.
“You’re a virgin and you shave?”
“Laser,” she replies, instantly blushing. “I go with my bestie Alyssa. She has two-for-one coupons, and I just…I dunno. I like it.”
I tug at my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. “So do I.” I nod, pulling my cock from my briefs. Sapphire’s eyes go wide at the sight of it.
“Oh my God, Russell…” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can–”
“You can take it, gorgeous,” I assure her as I lean down on top of her and position myself. The tip of my cock presses against her dripping lips, and that’s just enough to give me a taste of what’s in store when I enter her.
I slip off my shirt and lift up her bra, exposing her perfect tits. She truly is flawless, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to have her.
“Look at you,” I groan, rubbing my cock up and down her soaking slit. “You are so fucking sexy, baby. Just take a deep breath, and I’ll make you mine.”
Just as she’s told, the gorgeous treasure I paid for tonight inhales a lungful of air, causing her breasts to swell and rise, enhancing their already shapely beauty even more, and at the same time, I press my manhood into the unclaimed treasure between her legs.
We gasp at the exact same time. She moans, and I groan as I drive my inches into her. She’s so unbelievably tight that I actually have to apply some force to slide into her warm, wet walls.
“Russell!” she cries out as my cock stops at her cherry.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, cupping her breasts and kissing gently up her neck. “That’s your cherry. It will hurt just for a second. But only a second.”
I thrust hard and feel it give way. She lets out a slight moan and grabs on to my shoulders, but I stop moving for a moment and give her a second to get used to it again before I start pumping again. And when I do, she starts to moan in my ear in a way that lets me know she’s loving this just as much as I am, if not more.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” I whisper. “You did it. You’re mine now.”
“I – I can’t believe it,” she stammers. “I can’t believe I’m taking all of you.”
“And you’re doing such a good job too, baby.” I smile. “You’re such a good girl and you feel so fucking good.”
“So do you,” she giggles as I pick up the pace. “It’s amazing.”
I moan like an animal. It’s not the fact that I haven’t gotten any in eight months that’s driving me wild; it’s her. She’s turned me completely crazy, and maybe I should be going a little gentler on her right now – holding back a bit – but I just can’t.
I pick up the pace and start fucking her faster and faster, squeezing her ass hard, kneading the supple flesh like a man possessed. I kiss her all over, lost in her beauty, her scent, her body, the heat and the wetness of her pussy. It’s all just overwhelming, and I can already feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Her body begins to stiffen beneath me. The grip she has on my shoulders begins to tighten. Even her back begins to arch off the bed, changing the angle of my cock inside her. Is she about to come too? Just the thought of that gets me closer, and I have to clench my jaw down to keep myself from exploding. If she’s close, then I’m going to keep myself from finishing first. Even if I’m an animal right now, that doesn’t mean I can’t be a gentleman too.
“Are you going to come, baby?” I ask. She moans and nods at the same time. Jesus, this is almost too much for me. I’m on the verge of exploding. “Good girl. Come for me. Come on.”
I snatch a fistful of her hair and tug with just enough force to be rough with her but not hurt her, and that seems to do it.
She goes off. Her body thrashes beneath me, and her juicy little cunt clamps down on my cock like a soaked fist, holding me in place right where I am.
“Oh God!” she cries out as her nails dig into my shoulders. I feel each contraction of her orgasm – each wave as her pussy grips me – coaxing me right up to the edge of my own climax. At the very last second, I’m able to tilt my hips back and pull out of her.
“Stick out your tongue, gorgeous!” I growl. “I’m gonna come all over your beautiful little face.”
She obeys without question and opens her mouth as I jerk my cock and spray my seed down all over her, shooting white ropes all over her cheeks, lips, and tongue. She’s even smiling as it happens, like she loves every second of it. It feels so fucking incredible that I have to use one fist to brace myself against the bed to keep from toppling over.
“Good girl,” I groan through clenched teeth. “What a good girl you are.”
I collapse onto the bed beside her, my chest rising up and down as I suck in deep breaths. I glance over at her and realize she’s more than a bit messy, so I go to the bathroom and come back with two hand towels, one wet and one dry.
“Here.” I smile.
“Thank you.” She smiles back, giggling softly as she begins to wipe her face clean. “You know I heard this stuff’s good for your skin. Is there any truth to that?”
“I’m not sure,” I chuckle. “But report back to me, and if you see any improvements, you can come back and I’ll give you another treatment.”
Sapphire smiles back at me, but I can see something in her eyes as she dries her face. “What is it?” I ask.
“I…maybe I shouldn’t ask you this, but…”
“What?” I reply. “It’s okay.”
“It’s kind of been bothering me all night,” she says. “But there’s something…familiar about you, and I think I may have just put my finger what it is.”
“Familiar?” I ask. For a moment, I feel like she’s just messing with me, but then a strange feeling comes over me like I might actually be recognizing something in her too.
“Yeah,” she says slowly. “You’re a…teacher, right?”
I freeze. It’s like one of those moments in the movies where a sudden rush of memories and images comes flooding through you in high speed. I instantly realize who it is I’m looking at – who I just has sex with.
Sapphire is one of my former students.
She was just a child the last time I saw her, seven or eight years old. But it’s definitely her.
“You’re Mr. Hartford, right?” she asks.
I nod slowly. “And you…your name’s not Sapphire, is it?” I ask. “It’s Nikki.”
