A Riot Of Sensations

The line between have and have not was so fragile. One moment he was outside of me and the next, the next he was in.

Like a cork popping but falling into me instead I felt him squeeze his way inside and there was a mix, an absolute riot of sensations, as I was penetrated for the first time.

It wasn't sex, not proper sex. Still it was oh so much more than a blowjob. This one felt so much more intimate and so much closer to the real thing and it felt like I was getting fucked, felt like he was taking my cherry. It felt like I could start to imagine what it would be like to have a real cock inside of my pussy, with only one question in my mind about the whole thing.

When it happened, when it really happened, would it hurt this much?

A pained cry strangles out of me and it sounds like a wounded animal before it's muted by his hand clapping over my mouth to silence me.

"Can't let anyone hear you," he whispers to me, by way of explanation, "Wouldn't want someone to come looking and see you like this, now would we? You dirty little girl."

It hurts. Oh god it fucking hurts.

This sharp burning behind me, this sensation that is far too close to tearing to really feel like anything but that. My ass throbbing and pulsing around his cock and his cock feeling like a red hot iron poker bearing down on me. The shock of it making my body go cold as sweat beads on my forehead and I wince and whimper in his arms, feeling nothing but the pain of that moment.

Because god it hurts. It hurts so goddamn much.

And my body reacts automatically, tensing against the intrusion of him. All of the progress we made wiped away in an instant as I seize up against him and lock the tightness of my asshole around the head of his cock.

Behind me Blake groans and I feel him throbbing, somehow, through the pain. Oh god, he's getting off on this.

On an objective level I knew it was probably just the physical stimuli. Just the tightness of me around him, the warmth of my body, the slick wetness of the lube.

But a part of it had to be the sheer and utter humiliation of putting me in this position and the glee of getting off on giving me pain. Blake didn't like me. He wanted me, but only to use me now.

"I said relax," he tells me again through gritted teeth, "Jesus fucking christ, Em. You're gonna cut off my goddamn dick if you keep tensing like that."

My reply is muffled but wailing so loud that surely he hears it.

"It's just so much. It hurts so much. You're so fucking big."

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