Sophia

After she was naked, I removed my uniform as well. I was straddling her, and she couldn't help but stare at me. I let her take a good look, before leaning down and getting my face right in front of hers.

"Have you ever kissed someone? On the lips I mean."

She shook her head.

"Wow, I suppose I should have started there last time. Would you like to kiss me?"

"Y...yeah..." she mumbled.

"Well then. Do it."

I smirked at her, and closed my eyes. I expected a soft peck on the lips. Instead, I felt her grip my shoulders and shove her tongue down my throat. It was so clumsy and sudden that I almost started choking.

I could feel her thrusting her hips involuntarily. If I kept teasing her for much longer, she might have exploded. I was pretty excited myself. The smell of her was thick in the air, and I too had been anticipating this for a while. So I pulled my face away from hers and stared down into her eyes.

"Is my mouth what you want? Or is there something else?" I asked, rubbing my rear against the long shaft behind it, "We can do anything you want. You're the boss."

She squirmed a bit.

"I wanna... put it in."

"In where, my queen?" I purred.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled her inhibition.

"Your pussy!" She shouted, eyes shut tight, "I want to fuck your pussy!"

I couldn't help but giggle at her sudden display of desperation. Nonetheless I immediately complied.

She gasped and covered her mouth. I, of course, couldn't fit the whole thing. I slowly coaxed myself down the first few inches. Her body quaked beneath me.

"There's no need to keep your eyes closed," I said, "Why don't you take a good look."

She gently opened them, and stared at the place where we had become connected. I tried pushing myself down further. She thrusted up into me.

"It feels good, huh?" I teased.

"Y-yes! It feels so amazing..."

"Me too. Your cock is incredible, madam."

I picked up the pace a bit. Sophie's face contorted, and I felt her throbbing. I felt so full that it kind of hurt, but somehow I enjoyed it. I might not have been able to take it for too long, but I could tell I wouldn't need to.

After a few more moments, she began panting and gripping a pillow tightly. I felt a sudden increase in pressure, followed by the sense that something thick and sticky was flowing out.

Soon, her penis was laying limply against her thigh, shimmering with my nectar. Her seed was forming a puddle beneath me. I laid down beside her and held her in my arms, with her head on my chest.

"You did very well madam. How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?"

"I feel... dizzy."

I giggled and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'll go get a towel and clean all of this up."

She gripped my arm and stopped me.

"Wait. Did you finish yet?" She asked.

"Huh? Oh, I... Well not quite. But it's ok. I had fun."

"Are you sure? I want to make you feel good too. Was I... not very good at it?"

"I wouldn't say that, no. It did feel good, but with that size it would start hurting way before I reached an orgasm. It felt like it was tearing me apart. I'm sorry to say, the girls in the porn you watch are probably faking it."

I considered for a moment, and slowly made my way back to the bed.

"Here, let me show you a few things. That is, if you really want to make me cum."

She nodded vigorously and beckoned me back to her side.

7

I was straddling Sophie's face and holding her head with my hand. She was gripping my thighs with both hands and shoving her face between them.

I whimpered softly.

"Good girl! That's it. Keep going just like that."

I could feel something hot and damp rubbing up against my back, almost reaching my shoulders. She was thrusting her hips, entranced by the sweet scent which surrounded her.

After a bit more coaxing, my legs began to shake. Sophie kept working diligently and looking up at my face. I gripped her head in both of my hands, until I couldn't remain upright any longer.

I laid down beside her, panting and sweaty. She turned toward me, and we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her closer. She laid her head against my chest, and I stroked her scalp.

"That was wonderful. You did a great job," I told her. She smiled and snuggled up closer to me. I felt that volcanic heat between her legs, as it rested on my thigh.

I reached down and grabbed hold of it. She gasped, and gripped my body more tightly, clinging to me for dear life. She whimpered and whined into my chest as I picked up the pace, sliding the silky sheath up and down the length of that magnificent weapon.

I felt her tense up. She begged me over and over in a breathless voice. It erupted, and she covered her own face and body in an ungodly deluge of strong smelling fluid. It just kept coming, and by the time I felt her go limp in my hand, she looked like a glazed donut.

She was whimpering, sobbing, shaking like a leaf, and sopping wet with her own bodily secretions. She was the most pitiful sight I had seen in a long time, and also the most beautiful. I had done this to her, I kept reminding myself of that. I think that was probably the moment I began to fall in love.

With my past clients, I had just done my duty and waited for it to be over. This young woman was different. I wanted to cradle her in my arms and soothe her, but I also wanted to push her even further, and see how vulnerable and pathetic I could make her look.

She looked like the brain fog was wearing off, and she was beginning to feel the discomfort of being covered in semen. She squirmed awkwardly, looking down at herself. I rubbed her scalp with my fingers.

"Good girl, you really made quite a mess. I think its time for a bath."

I lifted her up in my arms, and walked us into the attached bathroom. I sat her down on the rim of the tub and began filling it. As we waited, we kissed. As the tub was getting full, she slipped and almost fell in, but I caught her and gently lowered her into the water. Then I climbed in beside her.

She sat in my lap as I scrubbed and massaged her body. After we were clean, we just clung to each other and soaked in the warm water. She looked simply angelic. For the first time, I took notice of her breasts and her hips. I had never thought much about such features when looking at other women. It was also that first time that I had admired a woman's twelve-inch penis before.

It was shocking and intimidating at first, but now I just saw it as cute. The contrast between this savage beast and the demure young lady it was attached to, was very charming.

The next day I reported my progress to her father, with sparse details. He was pleased that I had gotten through to her, and that we had enjoyed each other's company so far.

From that point on I slept in Sophie's bed most nights. Even when she finally moved out of her family's manor to make her own life, I remained by her side. She became a confident and successful woman, often gossiped about in tabloids. They eventually discovered her big secret, but it wasn't anything like the scandal that her father had been afraid of. The papers were far more scandalized by her marriage to a woman almost twice her age.