The first week after losing her anal virginity

(From Sunday night to the following Saturday)

Day 1 – Sunday night (the same night she lost her ass)

Laura can barely walk straight. Her asshole is red, swollen, still glistening with lube and the thin threads of cum that keep leaking out.

Robert comes back at 23:14 “to check on the girl.”

She, still in the white stockings and crumpled satin babydoll, drops to her knees without being asked.

First she slowly sucks his cock, like she’s thanking him for what he just did to her.

Then she gets on all fours on the rug, lifts the babydoll, and for the first time spreads her own ass cheeks with both hands to show him her gaping, throbbing hole.

After that she turns around, sits on the floor with her legs in an M-shape, bites her lip, and slides her panties down to her ankles.

She pulls her knees up and, for the first time, shows Robert her virgin pussy.

It’s small, perfectly pink, plump lips sealed except for a glistening wet slit, her swollen clit peeking out.

Robert loses his breath:

“Fuck… look at that doll pussy… baby-pink, not a hair, looks like it’s never been touched… truly virgin.

It’s like a flower about to bloom… and only I get to smell it whenever I want.”

Laura blushes to her ears but keeps her legs open.

She stays like that for almost a minute, letting him stare, letting him drink it in with his eyes.

Then she goes back to sucking him until Robert comes in her mouth and leaves.

She won’t even let me get close enough to look.

“That’s still only for my future husband,” she says in a shaky voice while wiping her chin.

Day 2 – Monday afternoon

Robert arrives at 16:30, right when I leave “to run an errand.”

Laura greets him in a new outfit: white lace crotchless bodysuit, no panties, garter belt and stockings.

She kneels in the hallway, unzips him, and takes his cock down her throat in one smooth motion.

Then she leads him to our bedroom, gets on all fours on our bed, and lifts her ass.

Before he enters her, she reaches back and spreads her pussy lips with two fingers—just for him.

The lips part slightly; you can see the shiny pink inside, the virgin hole pulsing.

Robert groans and gives it one quick lick (just one second) before going back to her ass.

He fucks her anally for nearly forty minutes, switching positions: doggy, on her side, her riding him like a pro.

When he comes inside her, Laura has another anal orgasm, screaming his name.

Day 3 – Tuesday morning

Robert shows up at 10:00 with a new bottle of lube.

Laura greets him wearing only a short white apron and nothing else.

She cooks naked while he watches.

Every now and then she turns around, lifts the apron, and flashes her smooth, already-wet pussy.

She kneels under the kitchen table and sucks him off while he eats breakfast.

Then he puts her on the table, spreads her legs into a V, and spends ten minutes just staring and describing:

“Look at those perfect plump lips… made to be sucked.

That clit’s already hard, like a little pink button…

And that virgin hole… it’s begging me to open it.”

Laura moans, squirms, but won’t let him touch.

Only look and talk.

Then he flips her over and pounds her ass on the kitchen table until the plates rattle.

Day 4 – Wednesday night

Robert arrives at 21:00.

Laura is dressed in a tiny bridal set: short veil, garter belt, quarter-cup bra that leaves her nipples exposed, white open-back thong.

She kneels in the living room and gives him a long, slow blowjob, eyes locked on his.

Then she lies on her back on the couch, pulls her knees to her shoulders, and spreads her pussy wide open with both hands.

She stays like that for almost five minutes, letting him admire it, smell it, burn it into his memory.

You can see her still-slightly-swollen asshole from the previous days and, right above it, her perfect, soaked, virgin pussy throbbing.

Robert says in a hoarse voice:

“This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen… looks like porcelain.

One of these days I’m gonna be the first one to open it, just wait…”

Laura moans, touches her clit for a second, and comes just from his words and his stare.

Then she gets on all fours and begs him to fuck her ass until she comes again.

Days 5, 6 & 7 – Thursday, Friday, and Saturday

The pattern repeats and gets more intense.

Laura always greets him in new, ever-sluttier outfits, always showing him her virgin pussy before every anal session.

She kneels, sucks him until he’s dripping, then spreads her legs and presents it like an offering.

Robert no longer holds back with the dirty talk:

“This little pussy is screaming for a real cock…

Look how wet it gets when I talk dirty to you…

One day you’re gonna beg me to break it, you’ll see…”

Laura comes just from that—sometimes without even being touched, just from the shame and pleasure of being stared at and wanted so badly.

And every night I watch the videos the blackmailer sends me.

I watch my virgin fiancée turn into an anal addict who proudly displays her untouched pussy to the most repulsive man I know.

I watch her writhe in pleasure every time Robert tells her that soon it’ll all be his.

And there are still twenty-three days left in this month.

And I still haven’t managed even one single kiss on those pink lips that only Robert has truly seen spread open.