A Hard First Fucking

The master does not rest on ceremony for long. You are only given a few seconds to get used to being filled before he pulled back. You whimper as he slides out, both from the pain and from not wanting the moment to end. However, his cock is not gone long, slamming right back in. It's like a knife stabbing into your sex, your raw pussy crying out in agony. A whimper is **** from your lips, though it falls on deaf ears. Again he retreats, again he attacks, and again you wail.

Your body screams at you to push the Master off, to stop the plunder of your sex, but you restrain yourself. He had warned you that he would not hold back, that he would not be gentle. This was not your first time, this was his time to enjoy you. You resign yourself to being dominated, to being used for pleasure by a superior. Blinking away the tears welling in your eyes, you **** your legs to spread even further.

And through submission, a new feeling began to emerge.

Peeking through the pain, something warm. Every stroke still hurts like hell, but there is another sensation mixed in with the pain. A pleasurable tension building in your pussy. Every thrust into your freshly deflowered quim amplifies it, his cock dragging against your g-spot. In your mind you reach out to grasp it, holding on to each wave of pleasure like your life depended on it. Islands of bliss in a sea of pain.

The Master seems to notice your cries turning into mewls of satisfaction. The strong, older man is spurred on, speeding up his rhythm to fuck you even harder. His body audibly claps against yours as he rams into you, the slapping echoing around the room. The change of pace makes you gasp, the warm feelings ramping up even more. The angle changes just ever so slightly, and it made a world of difference. The pain is dulled, not gone but no longer overwhelming. What took center stage was the intoxicating thrill of being used.

You try and imagine what he sees right now. Your naked body squirming around on the bed, writhing in pleasure as it takes your Master's dick. Your tits heaving to and fro from the animalistic thrusts. Your eyes wanton with need staring up at him. Your muscles strained as they try and hold on to the intruding cock.

You must look like a hot mess... and you loved it.

Mere minutes ago you had been a virgin, and now you were a slut. Perhaps this had always been inside of you, a whore waiting to be released. The old you would have been mortified. Right now, though, you did not care. You just wanted more!

Your imagination only fuels the pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel yourself approaching a climax, a crescendo to your first fucking. You will yourself towards it as hard as you can, desperately bucking your hips to meet his thrusts. When you masturbated, you usually tried to delay your orgasm, edging yourself to make it feel better in the end. Now, you could not think of waiting even one extra second. It was too good, too much, too much, too-

Incomprehensible moans and groans escaped your lips as you had the most intense climax of your life. Your body tenses up as you hit the peak, shaking and spasming as you cum all over your master's cock. The man is unfazed by your violent orgasm, speeding up his thrusts as he no doubt approaches his own finish. This only heightens your pleasure, your mind going blank in a state of bliss. The feeling lasts forever, and part of you believes you'll never quite come down from this high.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end. As the orgasm leaves your body, you feel all your energy go with it. The world becomes blurry, his strokes fuzzy reminders that you are still being fucked. You can hear him saying something, growling words mere inches from your face, but try as you might you cannot make them out. You vaguely feel a strange liquid flooding your cunt, but your consciousness is fleeting by that point. Your eyelids unable to hold up their own weight, you slip into a deep slumber.