Page 52 of Dirty Little Virgin
I’ve taken excellent care of how I’ve kept it cleanly shaven this whole time. But I guess never having it on display has me a bit shy about it all. He pulls the rope, moving me to where I’m on my side, my front facing the audience so they can get a good look at him as he goes to town on me. Then his tongue flattens on my pussy and the thoughts I have seem to blur as he manipulates my sex with his skills.
It’s hard for me to take, as I know Pierce will stop just as I’m at the edge. He’s never explained to me exactly how he knows right when I’m about to climax and how he can stop just before I do. But he does know, and I’ve become accustomed to it. As a matter of fact, he’s shown me just how much more intense the orgasm is at the end when he does things this way.
As his intimate kiss takes me closer to the edge, my body bucks against my will and I beg, ‘Please don’t stop!”
His mouth moves to kiss the inside of my thigh and then he moves my body around, making me face up, instead of sideways. As the blood in my body moves, little prickles fill my backside, much like when one’s leg falls asleep. And when I feel him removing the leather strap that covers my nipples, I tense up.
Those nipple clamps are the devil. But the endorphins they make my body release are the angels that come after that devil, chasing it away and leaving my body in a euphoric state.
Pierce kisses a circle around one tit then runs his tongue all around it, drawing the nipple up and erect as far as it’ll go. With one long tug on it, he kisses his way up my neck, making me moan with lust for him. He bites my neck as he clamps my nipple and I scream. The audience claps as if they’ve just seen something great. I’m panting as the pain fills me, stabbing at me. Then his mouth is on mine and the pain changes to a dull ache that makes it’s way right to my crotch. When his mouth leaves mine, I whisper, “Fuck me, please, Pierce.”
“As you wish,” he replies and kisses his way down my body, then moves his body between my legs and thrusts his hard cock into me.
I shriek with pleasure, making the audience clap. Pierce learned that hurling insults at me doesn’t work well, so we cut that part out. Instead, he focuses on fucking the crap out of me. In and out he goes with savage thrusts. I gasp with each one and wonder if he’s going to let me cum this time.
That’s the only wildcard in this scene. I never get to know when he’ll let me cum. He won’t strike me again, but he can stop what he’s doing and go on to something else for a while. It’s always a surprise. And I’m finding him going on and on, even as I begin to pant heavily.
We’ve been messing around with a little ass action too, and I find him gripping my ass instead of my waist, his fingers closing in on my asshole. Amazingly, it begins to ache to feel his finger inside me.
“Color, Jade!” he shouts at me to gauge where I’m at, physically and mentally.
“Green!”
I moan with delight as his finger moves into my asshole, pumping away at the same pace his cock is pumping into my cunt. The noises I’m making have the audience clapping and some are moaning too. I bet there are more than a few of them masturbating to what they’re watching. A pornographic play of sorts.
His cock goes stiff and I can see he’s going to let me cum. When his hot semen shoots into me, my body has a chain reaction and I find us both moaning as our bodies give in to what he wanted to happen.
The scene isn’t over, though. He stays inside of me until we’re done. Finally, he moves away from me, coming back with a small, discreet cloth to clean me up before he lets me down.
Pulling the ropes, he eases my body to the floor, then unties me as I lie on the cold marble floor. Once he’s done, he pulls off my mask, and I find him beaming at me. “God, I love you, Jade!”
With a smile, I run my hand over his bearded cheek. “And I love you, Pierce.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, then he picks me up and places me on my feet. Taking my hands, Pierce makes me hold my arms out. Then he goes to one knee. “Take a bow, my princess. For you are now a woman.”
Doing as he’s said, I hear the audience go into a frenzy of cheering and clapping. When I pull my body back up, I find the lights going away and Pierce’s hand on mine, pulling me along with him.
We go into a side door and I find Pierce’s body pinning mine to the wall as he kisses me deeply with a hunger I’ve never felt from him before. “Jade, I love you. I love you so damn much. Never doubt that. Please.”
Brushing my hands over his shoulders, I find myself crying as he says what I want to hear. It’s obvious how much he’s fighting himself. But then he stops and pulls me out of the room. We enter a long hallway that has a light at the end of it. He takes me to the room we changed in earlier. “We’ll shower, then put on our clothes and go to the airport.”
I nearly fall apart with his words, hoping he’d want to spend one more night together at his place. Before I can fall completely apart, he starts pulling the leather contraption off me, then drops his pants and carries me to the shower.
All I can do is lay my head on his broad chest and hope he changes his mind before he puts me on that plane.
Pierce
Adull ache fills my heart as I walk with Jade to the jet that’s parked on the tarmac. The stairs are in place, the engine is warming up, and my body feels so damn cold.
It’s occurred to me more than once that I might have some kind of an episode when I walk away from Jade, or when the jet takes off, taking her away from me forever.
I’ve never felt so much for anyone, and this is fast becoming the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life. But it must be done. That’s what I keep telling myself.
Our fire burns too bright. Our love is too encompassing. It can’t last. It probably isn’t even real.
She and I were thrown together into a relationship that was doomed from the start. The plan was to teach her things, not fall in love with her or her with me. But it happened, or so we think it did. I think of what we had much like a dream. It’ll stick with me until the day I die. But it wasn’t real.
Nothing like that could ever be real. We fell into the fantasy we strove to create. Like amazing actors, we grew into the parts we were playing. I’ve discussed this with Jade a lot these last few days. She disagrees, of course.
