Ramya: Reiker pops my cherry

Reiker stands beside the bed, looking down at me with that patient, hungry stare. My body is still buzzing from the last orgasm, thighs trembling, pussy open from his fingers and aching for what's next.

I sit on the edge of the bed, slide his boxers down, and behold the most perfect penis I've ever seen. It's bigger than I imagined. Long, veined, with a thick, flared head mostly covered by a generous foreskin. The skin is a darker shade than the rest of him, and it looks powerful, intimidating, almost arrogant in how much space it demands. Angling toward my face, heavy and huge, completely shaved. A bead of precum already glistens at the slit. He's as thick as the black one I almost let fuck me once, and he's longer.

I know I'm built for this, and it will fit. But I won't truly believe it possible until he's inside me. He's huge!

"It's beautiful," I breathe. He smiles and tucks a strand of my hair out of the way. I lean forward, wrap my hand around the middle (my fingers don’t even meet), and slide the foreskin back to reveal all the shiny head. I guide it between my lips. The taste is clean, slightly salty, masculine. I bob slowly at first, then deeper, letting my tongue swirl behind the thick head, feeling the weight of him on my tongue.

I’ve always had this weird gift: put a man's cock in my mouth and I can tell if he is good or rotten, like tasting his aura or seeing into his soul. It could be nonsense, but it’s never been wrong. I just clear my mind, feel the pulsing flesh in my mouth, and let my intuition sense whatever comes up. Reiker gives off zero malice, just honesty, protection, and respect. He is a good man who wants to make this beautiful for both of us.

I slide my lips lower, taking as much as I can and not at all close to the base, then I have to pull back with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting us.

“Fuck, Ramya,” he groans, one hand gently resting on the back of my head. “I thought I was the pro here."

I smile up at him, lips swollen, pride swelling in my chest. "I wanted to impress you with something before you put the kiddie gloves back on."

He exhales, then reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a pack of condoms. “We will use one if you want. Or you can trust me to pull out in time to keep you safe. It will feel much better for your first time if you feel only me inside you.”

I look at his bare cock, glistening from my mouth. The idea of anything between us feels wrong. I want him raw, real skin against skin, filling me completely. It's a safe time in my cycle, so the very real risk seems okay.

“No condom,” I say, voice steady despite the butterflies. “But when you're close… pull out and come in my mouth. I want to swallow your load.”

Reiker’s eyes widen slightly, surprise flickering before heat takes over. “Wow, I'd love that. You're sure?”

I nod. “Other men have finished there. I want you to be the one I remember most.”

He's moved by that, I can tell. I'm chipping away at the escort's stoic resolve to guard his feelings.

He just nods, then eases me back onto the bed in missionary, my legs spreading wide as he settles between them. The pillow and fresh towel are still under me. He feels wonderful between my legs. I am strong and tall and easily support his weight. But I also feel deliciously enveloped and petite under the strongest and tallest man I've "dated."

Reiker kisses me, long and deep while his cock impatiently bumps around at my inner thigh near my pussy. My outer lips and the channel are coated generously with lube from his fingering. But he doesn't cram it in. It's a subtle game, played by a master. He's going to make me to beg for it.

"Reach down. Guide me into your pussy," Reiker commands. "Show me what you need."

My heart pounds—not from fear, but from something bigger. I think I'm already in love with this man, and I'm about to let him break me open forever. This is what I've been saving myself for, not some awkward marital bed with a husband who barely knows me.

I reach down my belly, and Reiker lifts slightly to make room for my hand. I grip his erection just behind the head, and bring him to my pussy. I feel the tip slip between my lips at the bottom of my crease and dilate my opening. I draw back my knees, spreading more for him as my mouth curls to a grin through our kiss. He pulls back, meets my eyes. "This dick is mine now. Fuck me, Reiker," I breathe.

I pull him forward, and the head presses in, stretching me slowly, just the crown sitting outside waiting for his push.

His cock slides through my fingers and into my pussy. The thick crown passes, and there's a sharp burn with a sudden give—a pop that makes me gasp, eyes squeezing shut. It stings, deep and raw, but I breathe through it, fingers digging into his arm. He's prepared me well with his fingers, but his cock still pops my cherry at the perfect moment, as it should be. More of him enters me, inch after filling inch until he stops against the back of my grip with a few inches to go.

“Good girl,” he whispers, "the pain will pass quickly.”

I move my hand off his cock and run both hands along his strong back and look into his eyes. I nod and say, "It hurts. I felt it pop." I smile through red eyes, then grimace as my canal continues to adjust even when he's still. "I'm yours now, Reiker. Take me completely."

Another inch sinks in, stretching and opening, then he pulls back, my ruptured entrance hurting more as he slides out and tugs at torn flesh. He begins slow, rhythmic strokes at first, letting me adjust.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he breathes. "You feel incredible."

"Good," I grin. It's my virgin fuck, and already I'm concerned I show him a great time, too. I'm a mess of light kissing and moaning as Reiker breaks me in.

The pain dies down faster than I expected, melting into a full, throbbing heat. In and out, Reiker strokes my pussy. I hear every squishy sound from my hungry pussy, every moan and gasp from us both.

Then just when he was beginning to go fast, he slows, pushing deeper, careful. I gasp as the last couple inches he was holding back sink in, until I feel his scrotum against my perineum. New pleasure centers light up like crazy as he truly fills me completely, my core stuffed, his long cock bumping gently against my limits.

Reiker is balls-deep in my virgin pussy.

He seems as surprises as me. As if scarcely believing it, he pulls back until the head pops out, then pushes all the way back in, leaving himself buried as he kisses me deep.

My body spasms around the deep shaft, hugging, caressing him, greedily owning him.

"Holy shit," I mutter, "I can feel it in my throat."

"You're perfect,” he murmurs. “Most women can't take me all the way… but you… you're deep, Ramya. So fucking deep and tight. I've never had anyone like you.”

His words hit me like lightning. Special. In this moment, with him buried inside me, I feel it. Not just the physical stretch, also the emotional one. Something cracks open in my chest and grows. That feeling I had with his cock in my mouth is amplified ten times when he's bumping against my cervix. I feel like his soul is laid bare, and I know the truth. This is love. This is the man I am supposed to be with. Not just tonight. Forever.

Even as my heart swells with the realization and tears of joy mix with the ones from pain earlier, I know it's insane. I've known him for a day. He's a paid professional… and I'm already falling like a clingy virgin who just got popped.

I open my eyes and look into his as he pulls back from my kiss. He's feeling it too. "And I will never have anyone like you again," I reply with a touch of sadness. "No man will ever touch me this deep."

Those warm feelings flooding over me evaporate any pain. All that's left is a dull ache I can easily ignore. I grip him with my pussy muscles and newfound confidence. He arches a brow, feels the added sensations I'm giving him. I grin mischievously. I want to shout out that I love him, but I hold back, because there's no way it can be true. "It doesn't hurt anymore. You can fuck me harder," I beg, wrapping my legs around him.

He thrusts inside me slower at first, since he's going balls-deep now. I stay locked eyes with him, no kissing as we concentrate on the pleasure below. His pace picks up fast, his face strained with pleasure. He comes up to his forearms, taking weight off my chest. Just as I start to hear the slapping of his balls against my upturned butt-cheeks, my breasts begin to heave and flop, the sag making them bounce wildly on my chest. The distended flesh folds in on itself on the upswing, turning into crinkly, undefined globs and shapes. On the downswing, the ligaments show under the stretched flesh, and the swollen nipples point hard and aggressive to our feet.

Reiker’s eyes drop to them, a satisfied grin spreading. I love that my body is doing this for him.

“There they go,” he groans. “Fuck, Ramya—your tits bouncing like that… it's even better than I imagined. So natural, so perfect.”

The sight of him watching, combined with the deep, filling strokes, sends me spiraling. I arch into him, my inner walls fluttering around his cock. He's deeper than I thought possible. My pussy is taking all of him, gripping him like it was made for this. I run my hands along his back, then up, caressing his strong arms. I relax my legs, feet spread on the mattress. The new angle aligns my clit perfectly, and the first orgasm hits with little warning.

"Coming!" I shout as my body convulses under him and around his cock.

"Yes, Ramya!" Reiker loves it, the man who will always put my needs first.

It hits different with penetration. I got a glimpse with his fingers, but this orgasm is on a new level. I'm left a quivering, giggling mess. "That was... holy shit... amazing!"

His thrusts slow, he peppers me with light kisses, lifts a breast and sucks on a nipple as I recover. I'm open now. The orgasm has unlocked space, and I fit him better.

"Thank you," I breathe. There are so many wittier and profound things I could say, but that comes out. "Get yours, you deserve it."

He settles his weight on my, his chest flattening my saggers, squishing them out to the side. He kisses me as his heart pounds in his chest against mine. We're both sweating now, and his scent permeates all of me. His thrust are slow now, even though I'm much more open than when he started. He's appreciating the tightness, the depth that I offer him. I grip him, fluttering around him, trying to return some of the gift he's giving me. He gives a subtle nod.

"I'm close. Been fighting it since the first push," he grins. "You still want to taste it?"

I get another minute of wonderful, slow sex with the best eye contact a girl could want, with the most handsome man in the world staring into my soul.

Reiker groans with his cock buried to the hilt in me on the next push. “Ramya, fuck, I'm there."

He pulls out with a wet slide. I lean up on my elbows as he moves up my torso, knees straddling my chest. My mouth opens with the tongue out, and the first high-pressure gush hits my upper lip, with the rest coating my tongue. He moves closer, and the second spurt finds the back of my throat, perfectly on target. I've done this so many times, I can tell from the first spurt that it will be an enormous load. I cover the crown with my lips so I can swallow what's already in my mouth without spillage. I inhale, letting his spunky taste and smell waft over me.

I replace his hand with mine, milking him, leaving just the head inside my mouth with my tongue twirling against that sensitive part behind it on the underside, coaxing the rest of him out. I faintly taste the blood leftover from when he broke me open, and it makes this moment even hotter.

I let the rest of his load pool up in my mouth as I finish, then let him plop out. I grin as my tongue moves inside my mouth, spreading it around, coating my cheeks with his essence, savoring him as long as I can. I swallow, but there's enough left. I part my lips, running my tongue along my bottom lip to coat it in his semen. The large glob from his first spurt that landed high is dripping down. I twirl my tongue across my upper lip, coating it and pulling the rest into my mouth.

I squeeze hard from the base to the top and milk out one final glob. I grin and lap it up. Reiker is staring down, looking into my eyes with immense affection. I could spend the rest of my life swallowing this perfect man's seed.

He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms. I nestle against his chest, the afterglow wrapping around us like a blanket. I feel changed—stretched, claimed, loved. Even if it's just for tonight.