Cherry Brandy
Cherry brandy, just the drink for an old virgin
on her 'big night'. She laughed, lifting the bottle to her lips again. She was
over thirty years of age and untouched, as they say in the old days when men
were knights and pretended to follow a code of Chivalry. Her head was looser,
only a little off kilter, pleasantly so. Her body felt as if it didn't fully
belong to her wasn't fully under her control any more. That was probably a good
thing. After all, how long was it healthy for a normal red-blooded woman to keep
her virginity. What was the cursed thing for any way, but to lose or give away
to the first good talker?
It was a hot day. The sun beat the
humidity into her skin, filling her lungs with steam and making her want to
submerse herself in a pool of icy water. What was talking him so long
anyway?
She lifted the hair from her neck, holding it above her head,
feeling the deliciously cool air against the back of her neck. The rest of her
body was already naked, hot sweaty and nude. If she let herself think about it
she would feel very exposed and vulnerable. But of course, she had already
decided to stop thinking. No thoughts allowed until the next day when her cherry
would be officially popped.
She brought the cherry brandy to her lips
again. It was smooth and not overly sweet. The drink of virgins! She giggled
thinking of the red liquid being poured over her skin in some ancient pagan
ritual of sacrifice. Though they would only want young virgins, those with
smooth, soft skin never touched by the light of day or the half-light of night.
She wouldn't qualify; she had skinny dipped once before.
Stroking her
fingers over her breasts, she felt how numb they were becoming. She pinched her
nipples and laughed when she could hardly feel her fingers on her nipples, yet
she could feel her nipples and the tension growing in her vagina. She reached
down, stroking her belly along the way, when she found the little bud she pushed
back the hood and caressed her exposed soft clit. Now the warmth of the cherry
brandy had competition. She ground her hips into the mattress he had left her
on. Her thighs tensed and her toes curled into the sheets. Who needed a man when
she could do this herself anytime.
Still, she was here waiting, just as
she had agreed. All this planning and waiting just to have some slut of a man
stuff his cock inside her. Why wasn't the vibrator enough? She had full control
of it. She could ease it in slowly or push it in only half way until she began
to come and then feel it filling her as her body clenched around it. She could
come right now if she wanted to.
She had promised not to though. He
had insisted she come to his hotel room and make herself comfortable (which
meant nude and in his bed) while she waited. She wouldn't have bothered for any
mortal, ordinary male. He made her want to. He was all Dom, real Dom, the kind
of male who made her ache to submit to him. To have him tell her what to do,
when to do and how to do. No other man had made her need him. She was desperate
for him.
If she thought about it, while stroking her clit, she could
already feel his hot, hard cock filling her, pushing deep and deeper inside her.
Rubbing against the tender areas, pushing against the limits of her pussy,
stretching her. She squeezed her pussy tightly wanting him in there, pumping his
cock so deep inside her. Never before had any man made her need his cock inside
her.
She arched her back, pressing her ass and shoulders into the mattress. She
needed that cock. But mostly she needed him to command her to take that cock. To
let it in, let it fill her, to let it pump inside her untouched body, making her
more wet and desperate than she could imagine.
Why was he so late?
Why had he ordered room service to leave a bottle of cherry brandy in the room?
Was he being cute? He hadn't seemed the type.
Her pussy was leaking out
its juice. It coated her thighs now. He could come in the door and not even need
to say a word; she was already ready for him. More than ready, perhaps past
ready. If he took too long she could do it herself and leave, having enjoyed the
hotel room and come too soon. She laughed softly, still rubbing her throbbing
clit.
He was taking too long. She could feel her pussy awash in
juice, ready to come at the next small breeze. But it wasn't enough, she had
come here to have a cock filling her, stuffing her pussy full and pumping inside
her. He told her his cock was thick, not too long. A long cock was
uncomfortable, too much like the vibrator which pushed against her cervix deep
inside her body. She wanted a thick cock, that was all that mattered. A thick
cock to fill her, to open and stretch her. A thick cock to make her a woman and
not a virgin any longer.
Damn him for insisting she not bring any
toys. She could pump that vibrator deep inside her pussy now and be done with
this ache and the wetness flooding from her throbbing, pulsing pussy. She opened
her eyes and looked around the room for a tool. Anything to fill her to satisfy
the building, desperate ache. The only thing she could see was the cherry brandy
in her hand. At least he hadn't sent a small bottle. The neck of the bottle was
about three inches thick and long enough to fill her. The bottle was still half
full. She chugged a few more swallows and put the cap on, tight.
No need
to lubricate this puppy, she laughed to herself. The bottle fit nicely,
comfortably into her hand. She guided the cap to the lips of her inner pussy.
The wetness let it slide in almost without thought. She felt the ridges of the
bottles neck slip past her first lips. She pushed it inside, deep and deeper
still. Holding her thighs together she could feel it slide all the way in. All
the way inside her throbbing, aching, desperate pussy. It wasn't thick enough.
But it felt better. It filled the space she needed filled. Now she rubbed it in
and out, stroking all the tender, needy areas of her pussy walls. It felt so
good!
She felt the orgasm building. Her pussy was so wet! Her sheets wouldn't be
stained with virgin blood but her own pussy juice would mark them, wetting them,
making slick wet spots. She twisted her bottom over the sheets feeling her
wetness already dripped down onto the hotel's clean white sheets. She pumped the
bottle in her pussy, thinking of all the words she wanted the Dom to say to her.
His encouragement as she did things no proper virgin would ever do. Things only
a male would ask her to do.
The door opened. She came. He sat on
the edge of the bed watching her. He smiled. From his fingers he dangled bits of
chains and leather, teasing her.
"I think you are ready to begin
now my new little virgin pet." He said.