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Subject: {ASSM} The Virgin's Favourite (MF, BDSM, prost)
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Date: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 06:10:02 -0500
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This is part of a short story collection I am writing; I would 
appreciate any feedback! This is also posted on my website at 
http://www.johndstories.co.uk/short-story-the-virgins-favourite/



Elsie smiled at herself in the mirror; the beautiful University graduate 
adjusted her shiny scarlet red corset and fidgeted on her stool in front 
of her vanity desk. She waas expecting a guest, who was a little older 
than her usual visitor, at 29. She had been communicating with him for 
several weeks, by e-mail and then phone, to set up their first meeting, 
and glanced at the clock: he was due.

She knew how their meeting would pan out, just as Graeme had planned it, 
with her help; just like all her visitors, and for a lady of the night 
was insistent that she never had any repeat custom. For Elsie was 
unique; she catered for one type of man only: virgins. And despite 
meeting many fantastic men, she would never allow them to experience her 
charms more than once: when they left for the evening, she had their 
virginity but would never entertain him once more, no matter how much 
they offered.

Sometimes her services would be paid for by the young man's friends, 
other times by the gentleman himself, but she always delivered the 
experience as the virgin wanted.

Only a few days before, the blonde beauty had been asked to dress as 
Supergirl, and was then rescued by her date, a fellow caped superhero. 
The distressed damsel was exceptionally keen to show her gratitude, and 
she massaged his virgin cock with her mouth before guiding him into her 
slick cunt.

He shuddered as his senses overloaded with new sensations, but Elsie 
guided him to a tender rhythm as his thick cock gently stretched 
Supergirl's cunt. She groaned; it felt unbelievably good for a client, 
and she pawed passionately at his flesh, desperately smothered by the 
ecstatic fervour in her pussy.

The week before, a young rap star was desperate to have a "slut to fuck" 
and Elsie donned her most revealing, cheapest outfit before meeting him 
at a hotel where he wasted little time in throwing her onto his double 
bed, pushing up her skirt and plunging his sheathed cock into the 
lubricated young woman.

"You're a fucking slut," he cried. "Disgusting little slut." Elsie 
groaned and faked her arousal as the misogynist rammed his cock deep 
into her. She missed the foreplay, but he was adamant that he wanted to 
fuck her and go, and she happily allowed him to bore his manhood into 
her slick pussy. "You're a fucking whore," he cried as she felt him 
reach his point of no return.

And only the week before that, a desperate romantic wanted a candlelit 
meal and slow sensual massages; Elsie gleefully donned her cooking apron 
and dished up a three course meal to the nervous nineteen year-old.

He was sweet; slowly massaging the escort with massage oils as she 
directed his supple, inexperienced hands around her back, pressing 
firmly on her flesh with the heel of his hand until she could feel her 
stresses melt away. He was soft and gentle, slowly building up their 
arousal with two hours of sensual foreplay, and bringing the beautiful 
woman to several orgasms with her array of sex toys.

She liked him, and her legs parted easily; her aching pussy desperate to 
be plundered by the overly romantic novice. Her sanctuary purred with 
intense heat as his fettered cock glided effortlessly into the young 
woman, slowly rocking his manhood into hot sex.

She needed more. "Fuck me," she begged, her choice of words unoriginal, 
but swore loudly when the teenager jack-hammered into her dripping 
snatch, simmering with pent-up desire. His eyes flashed wildly; the bed 
springs squeaked with the ferocity of their intense fucking.

Her satisfaction was marked with a guttural squeak and an explosion of 
deep, intense vibrations that squeezed the young man's cock and caused 
him to fill his condom with his cum. She smiled, wrapping her arms 
around the tender gentleman, before spending most of the night naked and 
talking to the shy man as they shared a bottle of wine.

She loved her job: she enjoyed most of the sex, she liked most of the 
young men, and she adored the hours and pay. In short, if the man could 
pay her fee, he could lose his cherry any way he had dreamt of and 
business was good; she had a never-ending stream of men eager to have 
sex for the first time and Elsie would accommodate.


With a last check in the mirror, Elsie strode out of the room, and 
answered a knock at the door, to see a suited gentleman holding a rose. 
"Elsie?" He asked with a nervous smile, although her specific attire 
should not have left him in any doubt that he was in the right place. 
The corseted lady beckoned him into the small studio that was her 
working flat, and took his coat.

"Thanks," he muttered, ogling the wonderful prostitute and gave her an 
envelope containing her fee, that she quickly counted and slipped it 
discretely into the kitchen safe while she made her guest a drink.

Graeme breathlessly thanked her; his erection was prominent in his 
trousers as he shamelessly admired the spectacular woman, resplendent in 
her red corset, shiny black briefs, scarlet stockings and bright red 
gloves, all made from glistening latex. He simpered as she oozed 
control, towering over the 29 year old.

His hands trembled as he held his glass of water, and nervously gulped 
his drink, his eyes barely leaving the provocative lady, waiting 
patiently for him to finish. "I-I-I-I guess I better strip," he 
stammered, his excitement driving his tenseness, and she nodded, 
standing akimbo as the dominant woman tapped impatiently on her corset 
while his quivering fingers undressed himself.

"Hurry up!" She snapped, watching as the clumsy man stumbled as he 
desperately tried to remove his socks; Elsie hummed, and glared at him, 
watching as her look caused his erect cock to tense uncontrollably.

He had a fantasy. He had been hesitant at admitting it, but as he 
relaxed with their communication, he revealed his "deep, disgusting, 
dreadful fantasy" and he wanted Elsie to help him make it come true. She 
listened intently on the telephone as he bared his inner soul and while 
she had never done anything like this before in her professional life, 
Graeme was insistent in his e-mails that he wanted to lose his virginity 
in a particular way, and Elsie was sure she would accommodate. The 
Internet had given him a gateway to a promised land that piqued his 
imagination and it was important for the prostitute that her clients 
were satisfied.

He stood, shivering with nervousness, while he waited. Elsie took a deep 
breath and licked her lips at the naked man, simmering with 
anticipation. She glanced at the table and saying nothing, picked up the 
collar to slide around his throat. "You're mine," she said firmly, her 
feet padding around him and she selected a leather tawse from her array 
of BDSM toys on the table. "Aren't you?"

"Yes," he admitted, his cock pointing towards the dominatrix as she 
walked in front of him. "Mistress," he quickly added.

She dragged the leather over his bare chest, pausing to lower the weapon 
so the straps danced over his erection. He flinched, and she giggled 
sadistically as a flick of the wrist brought the evil implement to swish 
unexpectedly across his manhood.

He gasped at the shock more than the pain, and Elsie continued to walk 
around the man standing in the middle of the carpeted lounge. "You said 
you needed to be punished," Elsie reminded him. Her voice barked 
uncompromisingly from behind his shoulder as Elsie steadied her 
foot-long weapon and brought it gently across his bare buttocks, 
savouring the smack as it collided with his flesh.

He cried out in pain, rubbing his exposed flesh with his hands. "Did I 
tell you to move your hands!" Elsie yelled.

"No. Sorry," he cried and before he could add "Mistress" to his reply 
she brought the weapon firmly across his backside for a second time, 
enjoying the crack of the leather against his reddening flesh.

He whimpered, but his erection stood firm as Elsie treated his bare 
backside with a battery of firm hits; her pussy moistened in her latex 
underwear: the firm defiance as she inflicted pain, combined with 
child-like mewling reminded her of a previous and kinky boyfriend.

Her eyes narrowed, as she glanced at her handiwork: the skin was 
reddening. It was not enough, and she pulled on the collar to throw him 
onto the arm of the chair.

His eyes sparkled as she selected her wooden paddle, running her gloved 
hand over the smooth wood and little air holes. "I'm going to make you cry."

He said nothing; his erection dug painfully into his body against the 
firm arm of the chair; he waited, the silence as Elsie stood behind him; 
waiting, watching, plunging her fingers into her latex underwear to 
flick her engorged clit.

Her body danced with delight with every one of his screams, cries and 
desperate yelps. How she wanted to flog him until he yelled for mercy 
and then ram her strap-on into his virgin ass! How she wanted to make 
him cry with pleasure and pain, and yank on his balls until tears ran 
down his face! She wanted to inflict sexual misery and untold anguish to 
the poor man as her inner sadist roared into life and pawed to be released.

Instead, she kept to the script. She took a deep breath and swung the 
wooden paddle aggressively into the top of his buttocks. His toes curled 
and muscles clenched as he yelled in agony, panting uncontrollably as 
his fingers grabbed the sofa.

She smirked as her paddle thudded against his skin again and again, 
barely giving him time to breathe between hits. He simpered as his 
ruddled skin received several stout smacks of the paddle, wailing 
pointlessly in pain.

Elsie cackled, pressing her hand firmly onto his lower back and swinging 
the paddle in several hot rapid strokes across his bruising posterior. 
"You. Are. A. Dis-gust-ing. Little. Worm," she cried, marking each 
syllable with a firm thump against his agonised skin.

His desperate yells, begging for mercy, went ignored, as Elsie's crotch 
gushed with moisture. It had been a few years since she had had a man 
who pleaded with her dominant side for clemency, and she had forgotten 
how much she loved it.

The humiliating beseeching, the pain-laden thumps of her weapon, the 
pitiful cries tinged with desperate arousal and the gasping of snatched 
breaths were the sounds of his suffering, and it was making Elsie's 
pussy very wet.

She swapped her weapon to the red riding crop, lashing his red backside, 
but still Graeme refused to use his safeword, and his desperate body 
language wanted more: more pain and more submission. Elsie dragged her 
cat o' nine tails lightly across his upper back before flailing him to a 
mish-mash of red welts.

She felt her erect nipples in the corset, and lowered her latex panties: 
it was time for Graeme to do what he came to her to do.

"Stand," she ordered, and looked into his tear-soaked eyes, and rampant 
erection. He afforded her a briefest of smiles, and she traced a line 
down his body with her outstretched finger. "As you've taken all of your 
punishment, I will reward you." She unfurled a condom down his shaft, 
and as his body twitched under her touch, gestured for him to lie onto 
the couch.

Elsie's saturated cunt offered no resistance to his cock, as she impaled 
herself onto his thick manhood. He gasped as she ran her hands over his 
chest, pausing to tweak his nipples aggressively

Her mind fantasised relentlessly as she rocked on his sheathed cock, 
squeezing his skin as she rode his manhood and he gasped with pain and 
pleasure.

She knew the rough fabric of the sofa would rub painfully against his 
sore bottom: a constant reminder of the punishment inflicted on his raw 
flesh by the robust dominatrix inflicting more agony and more ecstasy 
onto his inexperienced body.

His simpering cries got louder and louder as he watched his dream woman 
in her latex outfit satisfy herself; her fierce eyes, and unyielding 
confidence was pure sexiness, and he felt his climax well inside his 
testicles.

He panted, closing his eyes as Elsie ran her hands across his chest, and 
buck her hips faster and faster; he whimpered, and mewed, his body 
tensing and desperation inside his balls as the vivid passion 
overpowered his senses, and a wave of extreme sexual relief flooded his 
body, exciting every fibre of his existence.

Graeme gasped, as his body was swept into an explosive array of 
sensations he had never previously experienced and his muscles tensed as 
his cock filled the condom. He smiled at Elsie, gently rocking on his 
cock to let him savour his aftershocks. "You were fantastic," she 
muttered; her usual reply to any ex-virgin as they finished their carnal 
antics. "Amazing!"

He bit his lip and felt his collar and his sore nipples. "It was 
amazing," he said, his cheeks blushing as the latex-clad dominatrix 
climbed from him.

"If you want to do that again, I know some dommes who are good for 
newbies and ..." He nodded.

"Please," he eagerly interrupted and leant forward as Elsie removed the 
collar. He got to his feet, and reached for his clothes.

"Let's have a drink first," Elsie muttered and touched her leather 
paddle on the table. "I'll get us both a glass of water, but if you 
spill even a drop, I'll paddle the living daylights out of you," she 
added. "And might not stop with a strap-on. You understand?"

Graeme nodded as he looked into her fiery eyes. "Yes ... Mistress," he 
replied with a smirk. He understood perfectly.

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