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.

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