Ramya: teasing until I pop my own cherry (doggie)

Tanner has been gone for a while, so I get up to stretch my legs. I stand naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, heart still racing from the incredible orgasm he just gave me with his tongue. The city sprawls below in a glittering sea of lights. I love this view. It makes me feel exposed, powerful, and strangely free.

I spread my legs a little wider and slip a finger into my soaked, tight pussy. Virginity-preserving, hymen-sparing, one-finger rule still in effect. A soft sigh escapes me.

Why am I still waiting? I think bitterly. Twenty-three years old and still a virgin because my culture says I should bleed on my wedding bed for some arranged husband I’ve never met. It’s getting ridiculous.

My mind drifts to Tanner. I clench my pussy muscles around the finger and imagine him inside me. He’s hot, confident, and my military-guy fantasy come to life. He respects me, he adores my body, and the panty-soaking penthouse dinner showed he’s willing to put in real effort. His slim cock would be perfect for my one indiscretion. A gentle pop, one great night to quiet the ache, then back to playing the perfect Indian bride-to-be.

I’d fail the virginity test, but only barely. Tanner’s slim cock might pop my cherry, yet I’d still be tight enough to pass the two-finger test. Still “respectable.” Not “habituated to intercourse.” The thought is so ridiculous and humiliating… and it makes my pussy throb even harder. He's perfect for the job.

I pump the finger slowly and move it in small circles, testing the walls with light pressure, feeling the familiar resistance of tightness and my thick hymen begging to be stretched.

Of course I won't actually let him fuck me. I'll suck his dick again and move on like I always do. I didn’t make it this close to an arranged marriage just to throw my virginity away on a white guy in his penthouse, no matter how perfect he feels.

I hear footsteps behind me but don’t turn around. I keep masturbating and use my other hand to cup one of my heavy, sagging breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers.

Let him come to me. I'm the prize.

This is a shameless tease. Tanner sees me fingering my pussy and thinks he'll get to put his cock there. I might even let him get the tip in before turning him away at the last second. I drained him earlier with my mouth and will happily do it again, so I get to enjoy teasing him guilt-free.

He approaches slowly. “Sorry. It took forever for my erection to go down enough so I could pee. Happy to see you've kept yourself... stimulated."

Before I can reply, his hand comes down in a firm, assertive smack on my ass. The sharp sting makes me gasp, then giggle. My clit throbs and my pussy clenches hard around my finger, and my cocky attitude melts into submission.

“Your ass is amazing,” he says, voice low and rough as he presses against me from behind, his hard cock nestling between my ass cheeks.

I laugh softly, still facing the window. “Your erection is back.”

"It's the incredible view," he says, and I know he's not talking about the window. He kisses my neck. Goose flesh erupts across my body. I moan softly and instinctively spread my legs a little wider, arching my back so my ass presses back against him. Tease activated!

“Are you sure no one can see in?” I ask breathlessly.

“I promise. I've tested it.”

The thrill of being so exposed as if the entire city can watch while being deliciously enveloped from behind by this hunk of a man sends fresh slickness down my thighs. I slip my finger out slowly, letting him see how drenched it is, and wipe it teasingly along his hip. “I’ve never been this wet. You are very good with your mouth.”

“Not as good as you,” he chuckles, hands sliding up to cup my heavy breasts. His cock throbs impatiently against my ass. “There’s so much more I want to do to please you if you’ll let me.”

His fingers pinch my nipples just right, and he kisses my neck again. I moan louder. Then his hands drop to my hips and tug me back gently. “I love how tall you are, but I need you to spread a little more for me.”

I have him right where I want him. I reflexively spread my legs wider and arch my back to present my pussy to him. I brace my hands against the metal frames between the window panels.

His cock nudges my wet lips. I wait, alert and ready to pull away and end the tease when he drives forward. But Tanner doesn’t push. He holds perfectly still, waiting for me, letting me decide. That unexpected patience makes my heart pound even harder.

I give a skilled, subtle wiggle and push back with my hips, and amazingly, I feel the head of his cock pass into me! I gasp at the intrusion, the openness I didn't expect. I love playing “just the tip,” but with teasing pressure, the crown always stays safely outside with bigger cocks. Tanner's slim head actually pushes past my entrance into snug tightness. The stretch is immediate and burning, my thick hymen protesting. It hurts… yet the pain somehow makes my pussy clench greedily around him.

Tanner pauses for a heartbeat, as if confirming that I really want this. Then he slowly pushes forward, careful and controlled. Tension builds against my hymen as he starts the deflowering push I both fear and crave. I scoot my hips forward playfully at the last second. The head pops safely out with a lewd, sticky sound. The burn stops, and my seal remains intact.

Sadly for us both, that's as close as he will come to getting the pussy tonight. But I don't have to tell him that. “Tanner, wait. I don’t know. Here? Like this?”

“I already have a condom on,” he says calmly. “You’re safe.”

I glance back over my shoulder and see his rock hard cock pointing up, condom on, the head shiny with my arousal. The sight hits me hard. Plenty of men have asked to fuck me, but none offered protection.

Taking away the risk of pregnancy removes a lot of my ****. And his slim size... I already took the head. What am I waiting for? The temptation is overwhelming, and my pussy clenches with fresh need.

I try one last time to hold on to my precious virginity. "But..." I moan, my feeble resistance fading fast. "I don't fuck on the first date, sorry."

“We had coffee. This is our second date,” Tanner murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His hands tighten on my hips. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. Watching you at the gym, you're so strong, and I love how real your body is. But it’s more than that. You’ve got discipline, you’re smart as hell, and you actually make me laugh. The chemistry between us is insane. I know you want this too. Don’t make me wait until our next date to fuck you, Ramya."

"Tanner..." I know he has me now. He pulls my hips back gently. I let him. My crease is now fully exposed to the cool air.

He groans appreciatively. “God, your ass is incredible… and this black bush is so fucking sexy sticking out like that.” He chuckles softly. “It’s almost hard to find the hole in it.”

I surprise myself with my quick retort. “Need me to draw you a map?”

What are you doing? You can’t have sex. You can’t do this.

But when his erection pokes against me again, he's low against my clit, and my body takes over. Even as my mind screams no, I bend more, reach under, and gently nudge his cock upward with my fingers until the tip slips into the hole again. "There," I whisper.

Tanner senses my heat and wetness against the head and begins to push.

Ow! Fuck!

The head slips in again, pushes deeper, and it hurts right away. My hymen resists, flexing painfully.

He pulls back slightly and pushes again. "Uhh!" I groan, hoping it sounds more like pleasure than pain. Progress. An inch of shaft sinks in past the head.

“Damn, girl, you’re tight,” he groans, not realizing he has to pop my cherry. He just thinks I’m exceptionally tight.

He pumps my pussy two, three more times. I feel the crown of the head each time it slides into the grip of my muscles, then through. And it hurts like hell as tissues stretch and begin to tear as he tries to go deeper. But the seal bends, flexes with surrounding tissue, giving me every chance to stop before it's too late.

The hand he's using to guide his cock joins the other one at my hips. He's securely in a few inches now, and yet I am still a virgin. He pulls back until just the head is in. This time when he pushes, I brace my hands harder against the window frame, arch my back a little more, and push back firmly against him.

There’s a sudden, sharp pop as my thick hymen finally gives way. The searing pain flares hot and bright, and the pressure is relieved and his slim cock slides all the way in, bottoming out in one smooth glide. I cry out softly, cheeks puffed, fighting to keep quiet. My heavy breasts swing freely with the impact. The strange, burning fullness is overwhelming.

That's when I notice his eyes locked on mine in the window reflection. His gaze focused and dark with lust, but there’s something almost tender in it. “That’s it,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.” He stays buried deep for a long second, letting me adjust, before he finally starts to move.