Tricked into Her First Breeding

I ran my hands through my hair again, smoothing out imaginary knots. I needed something to do, so I stood up from my bed and walked over to my mirror. I tugged at the t-shirt I was wearing this way and that, making it reveal the figure underneath. The hem ended just past my crotch, my legs extending beneath it. Was it too loose? What if it wasn't sexy enough? He did say I could wear the shirt, but what if he'd meant something else? It was probably too late to ask now...

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I met him online. Buried amongst the more explicit and direct postings and sex ads I browsed out of curiosity, his post had stood out for its title. Specializing in shy girls. He offered to show me all these "things" that I had only seen in movies and the internet, all at my own pace of course!

See, at 19, I no longer wanted to still have NOT been with anyone before. It was embarrassing, but I had no idea how other girls my age seemed to get strings of boys lining up for them all the time. It's not that I didn't want to, I just didn't know how. I suppose I'd stayed true to the cliche of the Asian student, and spent all my time reading or studying, limiting my time spent with what my draconian mother referred to as "shameful people"...meaning I spent most of my time alone. Now that I had moved away for college, I realized I was free for the first time in my life -- and I wasn't sure where to start. Luckily, this man I met said he could show me anything I wanted to know about!

When I'd first messaged him, I didn't really know what to say other than that I was interested. He responded fairly quickly, asking about my height, weight, where I lived, and stuff like that. He said I could call him "J", and he was 22, just 4 years older than me, and also in college. He asked about my fantasies, and I panicked a little because I didn't want to give away how little I knew, but also didn't want to come off as a complete slut. So, I lied and said I liked "petting", a term I saw used a lot on the forum. He seemed to find it funny, but said we could do that, no problem. He sent me a photo of himself -- he was kinda cute, seemed fit, and not psycho looking. Good enough, I guessed.

After that, he helped us make a plan to meet quite quickly. All I had to do was give him my address, leave the door unlocked and wait for him in my bedroom with the lights off. And, at first, he told me I should be naked, but I balked at the idea and he, being nice, said I could wear a t-shirt if I was shy. But he assured me that having the lights off would mean that he wouldn't see much of me anyway, so there was no need to be embarrassed.

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I felt a little foolish worrying about how I looked, considering we were just going to fool around a little in the dark. I reassured myself that he did say it was going to be harmless and fun, and he could tell I was going to enjoy myself. And I could always make him leave at any time if it wasn't fun anymore!

I padded out of my bedroom, and only hesitated briefly before unlocking the front door to my apartment. It's not like he was already waiting outside...right? I peeked out the peephole, and sure enough, the hallway was empty. I was just being silly.

I went back to my bedroom, turned off the lights, and got into bed. I spent the first 15 minutes almost frozen, staring at the ceiling, listening for the sound of the door handle turning, or a creak of the floorboards. I started to get nervous -- this was a little risky, right? Just about anyone could come into my room right now...

I plucked my phone off the nightstand, checking for new messages on the site from him...nothing since this morning, when he said he'd be here tonight. Unable to resist the urge, I started typing a "Are you still coming?" text. What if I was being overly desperate? Wouldn't that turn him off? I deleted it and turned off my phone. If he was coming, he'd show up soon, I told myself.

Trying to distract myself, I let my mind drift to what would happen when J showed up. I'd read more about "petting", and it seemed to range from touching, kissing, and "fingering", which I wasn't really sure about. J had promised to go super slow, though. I wondered what petting meant for the guy -- would I have to give him a handjob? I suppose that didn't seem too hard-

I was interrupted by the sound of the front door being locked. Crap! I hadn't even heard it open! I started to panic -- should I be lying down, or sitting on the bed, or should I open the bedroom door to let him in?

As I deliberated on my options, my bedroom door opened, and he walked in.

Almost by reflex, I sat up in bed, swinging my legs over the side. I didn't dare to look up at him -- in the dim light that leaked in through the curtains from the street, he seemed much, much larger than I imagined. So there I sat, frozen, staring at his boots -- "He hadn't taken them off at the door! My mum would have a fit!" I caught myself thinking, before finally registering that he had turned to shut and lock the door, and, oh, good, he was taking off his shoes...and was getting undressed!

"What are you doing?"

I hated how high pitched and weak my voice sounded.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart."

His voice was deep and low, and I could almost hear the smile. I tried to relax. I didn't want to come off as a hysterical freak.

"I'm just getting comfortable. Is that okay?"

I nod, before realizing that he probably couldn't see it.

"Yea. Sorry."

The sorry had slipped out, unintentionally.

"That's alright. You can make it up to me later."

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to imagine what that could mean. At the same time, he closed the distance between us, his clothes lying on the ground by the door.

Instinctively, I scooted back on the bed, until my back pressed against the wall my bed was against.

Chuckling, he climbed onto my bed, kneeling between my legs. He leaned closer to me, and I was suddenly aware of the fact that there was a large, naked, stranger in my bed with me, and all I was wearing was a little shirt-

"Nervous?"

I nodded. He reached forward and cupped my face, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"Don't worry, I'm going to make you feel good. That's what you want, right?"

I nod again, rendered mute by my nerves. I finally look up at him, and found him staring directly back at me. I vaguely registered that even in the dark, he seemed much older than the boy in the picture he sent me. Actually, he looked nothing like the picture, with thinning hair and scruff and...a pot belly? How old was this guy actually, 40?

Before I could say anything, he pulled me towards him and pressed his lips to mine.

I was surprised, even though I had known that we were probably going to kiss -- I had expected a warning, or something! But he was already moving his lips, and pressing his tongue against mine -- and I didn't know what to do!

He broke away, briefly.

"Open up for me, little girl."

Dumbly, I let my lips part slightly this time, and he forced his tongue into my mouth. It didn't taste bad, but it all felt so foreign as I let him explore my mouth with his tongue.

As the initial surprise of my first kiss subsided, I became aware of his hands running down my body -- my sides, my hips, my thighs...and a hand snuck its way under my shirt, pawing upwards.

I gasped at the sudden move, trying to pull away, but it was almost as if he anticipated it and moved with me, placing another hand on my back to guide me sideways instead, until I was lying on my back with him on top of me.

His hand glided across my belly, and found my breasts quickly. My eyes flew open, and I grabbed his hand. He stopped kissing me, and looked at me quizzically. This was all happening much faster that I expected.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" I sensed a hint of impatience in his voice.

"Yes, but-"

"Do you want me to make you feel good, or not?"

"I-I'm sorry, I'm just nervous"

"Trust me, it'll feel nice. Just keep kissing me, and let me take care of you, okay?"

Before I could respond, he kissed me again, now massaging my tits with both hands. I tried to listen to his advice and let him, after all he knew what he was doing. I raised my hands for him as he took my shirt off.

I tried to kiss him back, mirroring his movements, and he moaned into my mouth.

"Good girl. Kiss Daddy back while he plays with your little tits."

I couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spread over me as he grasped at my tits, and felt myself arching my back towards him. He suddenly pinched my nipples, and I let out a yelp at the sudden pain.

"Wait-" I gasped, still reeling at the pain.

This time, he didn't respond -- I felt a large hand cover my mouth, and almost immediately I felt his mouth on my breast, licking and sucking.

I squeaked in protest, but it was muffled by his hand on my mouth. His other hand was grabbing me more roughly now, and he was suckling at my nipples. I tried to wriggle out from under him, to no avail. Without thinking, I bit his hand -- not too hard, just enough that his hand left my mouth. Before I could protest, he was on top of me, and his hand was on my throat. There was a smack, and a stinging sensation bloomed on my cheek -- he'd hit me!

"Play nice, little girl, or Daddy will have to spank you. I'm being nice to you here and teaching you to feel good, so you better let me play with your body or you're going to get hurt. Understand?"

His hand is gripping too tightly around my throat, and I can barely breathe. I make the slightest nodding motion I can, and just as quickly as it happened, he releases my throat.

I see him grin in the dim light.

"Oh, yes...I love submissive little girls like you."

Dizzy, I gasp in fresh air, starting to wonder if I've made a mistake by letting this strange man into my bed. Before the thought can fully form, I feel his fingers digging into my thighs, his hands prying my legs open, the tickle of his hair on my inner thighs -- and all of a sudden, his mouth is on my pussy, licking at my little virgin hole.

I jerk from the shock, and my hands fly down to his head, trying to push him away, but he digs his hands into my ass, pulling my body up towards him as he bears down harder, and I feel his tongue poking at a forbidden place. I'm horrified at the thought of this man's tongue going inside my pussy, so I try to take his advice to be nice to him, and rest my hands on the side of his head instead, stroking his hair while subtly keeping them in place to hold him back if needed.

It seems to work, and he starts lapping at me, his hands sliding under me to grab at my ass. It feels so warm and wet down there, and I realize that it's not just his saliva, but my own juices that are pooling on the sheets beneath me. I feel a different warmth in my belly that goes down lower, and it builds steadily as he licks and sucks my pussy. Despite everything, I don't want him to stop, and find myself almost involuntarily lifting myself towards his mouth.

I'm barely in control of my own body at this point, just a wet, writhing, moaning mess that's a slave to his mouth, his hands, his tongue -- I cry out when he stops abruptly, crawling on top of me so that he's face to face with me, pinning me down with his body.

"Please...don't stop..."

I don't even care how pathetic my whimpers sound.

"Oh, my poor little girl. You want to cum, don't you?"

I nod, stupidly.

"Poor baby...don't you know? You can't cum unless...oh, you're so innocent and silly, aren't you?"

"Unless what? Please, I can do it, I swear-"

"Well, it goes a little beyond petting, and I suppose I could help you, but it may hurt a little at first..."

"I can do it! Please let me try!"

"Fine, we can try this, but you have to listen to everything I say, and no complaining, or I'll stop. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand! Please..."

"When you beg me for something, call me Daddy."

"Please Daddy...what do I have to do?"

"Feel that?"

He thrusts his hips towards me, and I feel something large and warm rub against my swollen, wet pussy.

"That's Daddy's cock. If you want to cum, you have to let me put the tip in you, so I can rub you from the inside..."

I picture it inching its way inside, and the thought almost snaps me out of the blurry haze I'm in. I almost remember how I'm not supposed to let any man put his thing inside me until I'm married. Almost.

"It's just the tip, so it doesn't count as real fucking. You'll still be a good little girl. It's just to help you cum, and it'll feel so good. Okay?"

"Okay"

I try not to think about how he said it would hurt, after all, it's only for a little bit-

I gasp as he starts pressing the head of his cock against my pussy. He has a hand wrapped around his cock to guide it in, and the other is holding my ass up, keeping me in place. I feel a burning pain as he presses it into me, bit by bit, until my lips are wrapped around the entire head.

"I- Daddy, it hurts-"

"It's okay, baby. Let Daddy rub it inside you for a little bit, and you'll be cumming in no time, okay?"

I try to concentrate on his words instead of how much it hurts, so I don't even notice at first that he's thrusting it deeper in, little by little. With every thrust, the burning intensifies.

"Daddy, wait!"

"What is it, little girl? Doesn't this feel so nice for your little pussy?"

"It's going-It's going too far in!"

"It's not, don't worry. I'm just moving the head around to make you cum."

"It's-that's more than the head!"

"Is it? Are you sure?"

"Yes Daddy, please wait!"

"Here, give me your hand."

He takes my hand, and wraps it around his cock. My fingers barely reach around its entire girth. I blabber something incoherently about it being too big, but he shushes me.

"See, baby? Just don't move your hand, and you can make sure that not all of it goes in. It's just because you're so wet down there, so it's easy for too much of it to slide in. Keep your hand there, understand?"

Almost before I can respond, he starts thrusting harder into me. I cry out as I feel more of his cock enter me, my hand doing little to stop him.

"It's your job to hold me back, baby girl, and it's not Daddy's fault if he fucks you too hard, alright?"

He's thrusting so hard into me that it feels like my little body is being pushed into the bed, then bouncing back up to receive more of his cock each time. I desperately held on to his cock, even trying to use both hands, but it was so slippery I found my hands sliding around, pressing into his belly every time he pushed himself deeper inside, doing nothing to stop him from fucking me.

I faintly registered him leering over me.

"Oh, little girl, trying so hard to keep my cock from penetrating her pussy."

I finally give up on grasping at his cock, and try to hold on to his hips instead, hoping to hold him away from me. For a second, he hovers over me, not moving. He smiles down at me, which I mistake for tenderness, and he leans down and kisses me.

I finally think I have control over the situation again, and gratefully kisses him back. I think, maybe I can convince him to go back to just the tip -- and that's when he slams forward, burying his cock all the way inside me.

I cry out into his mouth as he grunts in pleasure, and almost immediately he starts sawing his cock in and out of my torn, abused pussy.

In tears, I try to beg him to slow down, pleading for him to be gentle, that it hurts, but he doesn't stop.

"What a good girl...letting Daddy fuck you properly. Doesn't it feel good to take it all in your tight little pussy?"

"It-It hurts!"

"Don't you want to feel good? Don't you want to cum?"

I shake my head.

"Please, please stop, I'm sorry, I don't-"

He grabs me by the throat.

"You little slut. You asked for this. You begged me to put it in. You gave me no choice but to fuck your little virgin pussy"

I try to speak, but no sound comes out. My mouth opens and shuts, tears streaming down my face.

He suddenly releases my throat, and grabs me by the chin, holding my mouth open, and he spits in my mouth.

"Swallow."

I struggle for a second, before realizing theres nothing else I can do. I shut my eyes, and swallow. A wave of humiliation and disgust washes over me. I felt his cock throb inside me.

"Good girl. You belong to me now, understand?"

I nod.

"You're my little fuck doll now. Say it."

"I'm-I'm your little fuck doll."

"You're going beg to be my little cum slut. Beg me."

He thrusts harder and faster inside. I feel myself getting even wetter, and I feel that strange warmth rushing over me again.

"I-please...please let me be your cum slut."

He feigns surprise.

"Are you sure, little girl? Are you sure you want Daddy's cum squirting inside you?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Daddy's going to breed your little Asian pussy, then. Are you ready to have my babies?"

Faint, faraway alarm bells went off in my head. I'd never had sex before today, and had no use to be on birth control. What if he got me pregnant?

His breaths were shallower now, and his commands shorter.

"Beg for me...to cum in you right now."

I give in to my fate.

"Please Daddy...cum in me."

His face freezes above me, and he buries his cock inside me. His mouth gapes open, and he grunts.

I feel his cock spasm inside me, and feel his hot semen coat my walls as he ejaculates load after load of his sperm in me. Imagining my tight pussy being filled with ropes of this stranger's cum pushes me over the edge, and I cum. My pussy clenches around his cock, milking it rhythmically, pulling his sperm deeper into me. He groans, and I can't help but moan, even as I feel his cum start leaking out of my filled pussy, with nowhere else to go.

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He left without saying a word, and I lay there in a messy puddle of cum on my bed until I was sure he was gone. When I got up, cum oozed out of me, dripping down my thighs, and I hobbled to the shower to clean up. In a daze, I changed the sheets, and fell asleep.

I woke up much later, having left a new puddle of juices on the bed, and to a new message on the site from a familiar handle.

"See you tonight."