Josie's First Time

Marcus showed up at Josie's dorm promptly, he'd gone to classes that day but he hadn't absorbed anything, Yasmin's words from this morning echoed in his head. His jaw dropped when she walked out the door in that red dress. It hugged her in all the right places, barely covering her round ass. Her make-up was sultry, her heels made her legs look even better. He gulped and he could have sworn Daemon did too, as she approached him as nervous as he'd been in some time.

"You like my dress?" she asked.

"Love it," he managed.

Celia had lent him her car for the evening saying she owed them both for the gloryhole so he walked her to the car and opened her door for her. As he climbed in and started the car he couldn't take his eyes off of Josie who just smiled at him.

"Eyes on the road," she said, "not the curves."

He tried to focus and drove them into town, same restaurant there being no options. Marcus pulled out her seat for her and sat down across from her failing not to stare.

"Marcus," said Josie with a smirk, "are you nervous?"

"No," he said, "yes," he admitted.

"You've had sex with how many women?" she asked, "four?"

"Five," he corrected her.

"So you owe me some stories," she said, "but why are you so nervous?"

"Because none of them were you," he said.

It was corny but it was the truth, Jess had been fun, Yasmin was fun, Celia was fun, Professor Banks was unexpected fun. Then there was Anastasia but he hadn't initiated that and it had blown up in his face.

"That's sweet," said Josie smiling, "what makes me so special?"

Because if he'd never been cursed Josie would probably been the girl he pined over for four years from a distance. Because no matter what they were doing he had fun. Because she surprised him everyday.

"So much," said Marcus, "it's not just sex with you, at least not to me."

She reached across the table and took his hand, "and that's why I'm happy you'll be my first."

He relaxed a bit after that and they ordered.

"You owe me some stories," said Josie, "the mystery black girl, person number five."

"Person number five was my publishing rep," he said.

"You like the older ladies?" asked Josie.

"I like beautiful women," said Marcus.

"Did she happen to be latina?" asked Josie.

"No," said Marcus, "she's white."

"Why so quiet about the black girl?" asked Josie.

"Looking out for her," said Marcus.

"If I guess who she is will you tell me?"

"Big if," said Marcus, "but sure."

"Is it, Amelia from Intro to Business?"

"No," said Marcus.

Josie pulled another name from her ass, "is it, Alexa from the cafe?"

"No," said Marcus smirking, "you'll never get it."

"Is it," Josie drew it out for added affect then locked eyes with Marcus, "Professor Banks?"

Marcus choked on what he was eating, he tried to clear his throat so after a long minute of struggling to breathe he finally looked at Josie who was sitting back looking supremely satisfied.

"Yasmin guessed it," said Josie.

"Jesus," said Marcus putting his head in his hands, "Yas and I assume Celia know too?"

"Well they don't for sure," said Josie, "and don't worry I won't say anything."

"Thank you," said Marcus, "I was helping her get published because I'm a fan of her work and one thing led to another."

"Well you're definitely telling me more about that," said Josie, "you slut."

Marcus chuckled as Josie thought, "wait was she the one who wrote Doom Tower?"

"She was," said Marcus.

"You fucked the Doom Tower chick!?"

"Josie, quiet...please?"

"Sorry," said Josie.

"But yeah I fucked the shit out of her."

***

Anastasia sat in the library, Marcus and Josie left looking like they were going on some hot date, she'd peeked around the side of a building after telling herself she wouldn't torture herself over him. But he looked so handsome and Josie in that dress. She wanted him, she wanted to be Josie for one night, one date. Now she was sitting crying into her finance homework. Josie, she was fixated on Josie, Yasmin and Celia weren't anything serious but Josie. Her Mark, the Mark she knew would have pined after Josie from afar.

"They looked pretty hot together right?" said Tabitha throwing her bag on the table next to Anastasia and taking a seat.

"What?" asked Anastasia, "what are you doing here?"

"Studying," said Tabitha, "we're in a library."

"They did look good together," said Anastasia wistfully.

"Your friend acting like your friend?" asked Tabitha.

"He's like a whole new person," said Anastasia, where had this Mark been her whole life?

"Whole new something," said Tabitha, "enjoying the book?"

"That was your book?" asked Anastasia, "it's strange, a little hard to read. Did you want it back?"

"When you're done with it," said Tabitha, "you enjoying the chapter I bookmarked for you?"

"Wait," said Anastasia, "you don't really think Mark is one of those things?"

"What I think, or know, isn't important," said Tabitha, "you're the one who's in love with him."

"What are you?" asked Anastasia.

"A history major," said Tabitha, "did you get to the part about his true face?"

"Not yet," said Anastasia pulling the book from her bag.

***

Marcus and Josie rode the elevator up to their suite in the hotel, unfortunately one of the maids was riding up with them so they stood holding hands. He wanted her, it wasn't just lust but there was a good deal of that too. She was Josie but after her day with the girls she was more confident and Marcus was enraptured. They got to the room and he lead her in. He clicked the door closed and he was on her, one hand on the back of her head, the other on her waist. Their kiss was lust and yearning, she wanted him to be her first, he wanted to make it clear that this wasn't just sex to him, this was more important. His hand went to her dress and as he went to hike it up she caught his arm and pulled away from his kiss pressing a finger to his lips.

"Go sit on the bed," she said, "I need to freshen up."

He walked to the bed, head spinning, cock uncomfortably hard in his pants, what did freshen up even mean? Seconds seemed like hours and then he heard her heels clicking, she walked slowly, deliberately. Josie emerged from the bathroom in a red lace bra, red garters and red lace panties, there were stockings that came up to her thighs clipped to the garters and she still wore the heels serving only to emphasize her legs and her ass.

"Do you like?" asked Josie standing a few feets away from him.

"Fuck Jos," he muttered looking over her whole body.

Josie smirked to herself, this whole evening was going exactly as she'd planned it. Marcus was rabid for her and soon she'd give him everything, but he still owed her stories and he hadn't thanked her for the gloryhole video.

"Now," said Josie, "a few things before we get started."

"Uh huh," said Marcus sitting, his eyes pleading.

"You owe me a story about the publishing rep, you owe me a story about Professor Banks, and you owe me your thoughts on the gloryhole video."

"Right," he said, his mind trying to move on from what he was looking at, "the publising rep, Jess, she's like my mom's age. Red hair, nice tits, nice ass, we hooked up when I first signed with them but no sex. When she came into town to give me the check she said she wanted to go all the way. She took control for a while but then I took over, I fucked her hard, filled her up and she passed out on the bed where I left her."

"You like cumming inside of women," said Josie, "don't you Marcus, marking them as yours. Now tell me about Professor Banks."

"She's only twenty five," said Marcus, "big ass, nice fake tits, one of them is pierced. I set her up with Jess to get her published and she thanked me by taking me up to her apartment. She really likes to just be used, I fuck her throat, I've cum on her, in her, down her throat. When I'm in her apartment she's my freeuse slut. She also really likes to play reluctant while I force myself on her. The next time I see her she promised me anal."

Josie's heart was racing, hearing all of these things Marcus did and yet he was here, sitting like a puppy dog for her. It made her wet, it made her feel extremely desired.

"And," said Josie, "did you like my video?"

"I fucking loved it," he said, "sucking off a stranger, the Josie I met day one never would have. Sex with Celia was so hot, I'm glad you got to enjoy her too."

Josie slowly approached him climbing onto his lap straddling in. Her lips were barely not touching his and when he made to lean in she pulled back just hovering. She pulled his jacket off with some assistance and grabbed his tie.

"I like this," she said giving a yank, "gives me a way to control you."

"Do you want to control me Josie?" he asked holding her waist.

She smirked and leaned in for a kiss, one hand on the back of his head, the other holding his tie. Josie's heart was racing, Marcus was completely at her disposal and yet this wasn't what she wanted, she'd driven him crazy, he was clearly desperate for her so why hadn't he just taken her yet? He wants my first time to be good, she told herself, fine, but her second time he had better take control. She undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt ripping it off. Feeling his cock between her legs she started to grind on him while their kiss grew even more desperate. Her pussy ached for him, too much build up, she needed it. She frantically undid his belt and pants and Marcus seemed to lose whatever willpower he had, he threw her down onto her back, discarded her pants and he was on her.

"Yessss," she pleaded pulling aside her panties, "make me a woman Marcus."

His head was spinning, maybe it was being a horny teenager, maybe it was the curse but he needed to be inside her. He pressed himself to her slit and Josie looked up at him wide eyed biting her lip. With a push he slowly entered her and Josie gasped, her face painted with every little emotion as she experienced this new sensation.

She felt stretched, she felt him filling her, she felt completely at his disposal. Something that big, it barely made sense that it fit let alone that it did without any pain. He kissed her hard while he slowly pressed deeper. Josie's mind was on fire, he was inside her, there was nowhere for him to go, she already felt too full but he kept pushing and she kept taking him. He stopped moving and she looked down, he was completely buried in her, that giant cock was in her tight little pussy and she couldn't quite comprehend it.

"How are you feeling Jos?" he asked with a concerned look.

"Good," she said with a smile, "full."

He kissed her as he started to move and she whimpered through his kiss. Every sensation was new and incredible, it was overwhelming which was exactly what she'd wanted. She clung to him, he pulled away from his kiss, she couldn't focus on it. He kissed her neck and kept moving slowly, she was going to cum and he'd barely gotten started, her first orgasm getting fucked. Her mouth hung open and a long desperate moan escaped as she came, her whole body tensed, electric with pleasure.

"Oh my god," she whimpered shivering under him, "holy fuck."

He kissed her and she kissed him back desperately, more, she wanted more. She grabbed his waist and pulled and he went harder, deeper and she moaned. Part of her said this was too much, she was sensitive from her first orgasm, from his ridiculous size but that wasn't the part of her that was steering. He was kissing her neck, squeezing one of her tits and plunging into her, each thrust filling her completely. Anything she tried so say came out as a moan or a squeal, not that she would have been saying anything important if she could.

"Fuck Josie, you're taking it so well," he groaned.

Restraint wasn't what he was good at, not being this on edge, not with the curse gnawing at his willpower but his senses told him Josie was already overwhelmed. As she came again nails raking his arms, her eyes rolled back he decided to stop holding back, round two he'd let loose.

"Fuck Jos, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Inside me," she growled, "cum inside me like I'm one of your sluts."

The curse took over and he held her down filling her with each deep thrust. He did his best not to collapse on top of her managing to fall on his back next to her.

Josie lay shaking, whimpering, leaking. She had expected Marcus to go harder, rougher but now she was glad he'd eased her in. Rolling towards him she kissed him and looked into his eyes.

"That was good for your first time?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said with a bright smile, "amazing."

She left him after a moment and took it slow, her legs were still wobbly. When she returned a moment later she climbed on top of him and kissed him reaching down to stroke his cock.

"Damn Jos," he said, "I've barely caught my breath."

"C'mon," she said with a smirk, "you were being so restrained last time."

"It was your first time," said Marcus feeling himself begin to harden in her hand.

"Yeah," she said, "but now it's my second."

"Fine," he said, "you want me to to be rough with you?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes lighting up.

"You want me to hit you?"

She bit her lip nodding as she started to grind into his leg.

"Pull your hair?"

"Mhm," she said kissing his neck.

"And," she said pausing, "can you paint my face?"

"I can do that," he said grabbing her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.

Using her hair he yanked her off of him and down onto the bed, "I wanted a nice romantic evening," he said slapping her, Josie's eyes went wide but the smile on her face only grew, "instead I find out I'm dating a cock hungry slut," he slapped her harder this time and then kissed her hard roughly grabbing her tit.

He pulled her onto all fours and shoved his cock into her mouth. Holding her head with both hands he fucked her mouth. Josie slobbered as he pummeled the back of her mouth, if she was trying to pull away he wasn't letting her. He held her firm and pushed himself into her throat.

Josie gagged but he held her down, "what's the matter, you can choke on a stranger's cock but not mine?"

He fucked her throat as she tried to struggle away. After what was probably a bit to long he let her go and she fell back choking and gasping. He let her breathe for a second then grabbed her hair and forced himself as far as he could down her throat, then he pulled out and did it again, and again. After letting her catch her breath he forced himself deeper than he had to this point and held her down before delivering a powerful smack to her ass, she tried to scream but couldn't, then he smacked her other cheek. When he finally pulled out he thought she might puke but she held it down looking up at him, lip quivering, mascara running down her cheeks.

"Is this what you wanted?" he growled and she nodded.

He grabbed her and dragged her to a full length mirror hanging on the wall.

"Look at you, already a mess," he said, "what do you see?"

"A slut," she said, he slapped her.

"What do you see?"

"A slut," she whimpered and he slapped her again.

"What do you see?"

"Your slut," she said with a smirk.

"Good girl," he said reaching between her legs, "you really do like being treated like my slut don't you?"

"Yes sir," she whimpered as he slid two fingers into her, "I'm just getting started," he said roughly fingering her.

He grabbed her throat with his free hand and worked her pussy hard.

Josie's mind was already shattering, Marcus had never been the slightest bit rough with her, was he actually mad she was more into sex than anything else? Was he actually mad she'd gone to the gloryhole? His fingers worked her mercilessly, his hand clenched around her throat. She wasn't struggling to breathe, not yet, but she was struggling not to orgasm.

"You've created a monster, slut," he growled as her ability to resist him faded, "once I get inside of you I'm not holding back at all, this cock is going to ruin you."

Josie came hard, her legs shaking, the only thing holding her up was his hand firmly around her neck. He grabbed her, picked her up so he was carrying her as she faced him and lowered her onto his cock.

"Oh my god," she whined as it slowly stretched her.

"Fuck you're tight," he groaned as she took him in completely.

He held her waist tight and started to hammer her, she wanted it rough, she could have it.

Josie's mind screamed, she was being streched and while her mind craved it she wondered if her tight little body would be able to take it? Then again, this was her desire to ask for something she wasn't sure she could handle and see what happened, completely at his mercy.

Her pussy was fighting him, clenching but he wasn't stopping, she'd cum or tap out, those were her only two options. In short order her body made the decision, she shook and clenched so hard he popped out. He carried her over and dumped her on the bed and rammed himself in from behind as Josie squealed.

It was so deep, she'd barely gotten past her orgasm and he was already using her again. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, grabbing her throat with his other hand. A toy, that's what she was, she was his toy, a needy little fleshlight, all of the teasing that led up to this had turned him into an animal and this was her perverse comeuppance.

God she was already squeezing him, with one hand she tugged on the arm he was choking her with to no avail, with the other she tried to slow his pace or get him not to hit so deep but this also failed, no escape, just his cock, a hard orgasm and a loss of her ability to do much of anything.

He dropped her forward onto her face and she lay shivering, her pussy was insanely sensitive, her whole body was an exposed nerve and her mind was blank. Holding her arms down he lined himself up and sank back in, god he still wasn't done. New places were being hit, she was being stretched even further.

"Not so rough professor," the scene played in her mind, was Marcus being too rough or was she just not equipped to handle him?

He yanked her arms behind her back and held her wrists with one hand while he yanked her hair with another, hard and fast, deep and unrelenting. Josie's mind was shattered, she was sensations and nothing more, she came again and he didn't even slow down he just slapped her and kept pounding.

He was honestly surprised he'd lasted this long, she was so tight, so wet, so completely at his mercy and the energy she was giving off was pure submission. He rolled her onto her back and aimed at her face cumming with barely a few strokes.

There was so much cum, how did a person make all of this? It was in her eyes, in her mouth, in her hair, some even went up her nose. She swallowed what was in her mouth only for him to force his cock in thrusting as deep as he could at that angle. With that he pulled out and left her. She lay a ruined, cum covered mess. Her pussy was so sensitive she wondered if she'd be able to walk, the sensation was complete overstimulation and also unwanted emptiness. Her whole body was weak, he'd used her, moved her to his liking, her face still stung from here he'd slapped her, her throat was hoarse. Was he coming back?

She heard footsteps and soon she was hoisted off of the bed and into his arms, if he wanted more she might die. Instead she felt him gently lay her down into a hot bath. A groan escaped her as the warm water eased her aches, she felt a damp cloth on her face as he cleaned her, through half opened eyes she saw the concern on his face as he worked.

"Feels nice," she mumbled.

"Good," he said as he got the last of his cum off of her, he kissed her gently and brushed some of her hair from her face, "how are you doing?"

"Sore," she said, "weak."

"Did I go too hard?" he asked as he used the shower head to rinse her hair.

She shook her head no.

"Anything you'd want me to do differently?" he asked and she shook her head, "so you actually liked rough sex?"

She nodded with a weak smile, "like this part too," she murmured.

He kissed her softly and she did her best to return the kiss. She lay in the bath and he watched her.

"What're you looking at?" she asked.

"A beautiful girl," he said, "also a little concerned if I leave you like this you might drown."

She gave a soft chuckle and after a while he drained the tub, helped dry her off and brought her to bed, he'd barely pulled the covers on when she fell asleep.