Take Belle’s virginity!

‘Are you,’ you ask, still breathing in hard, shallow intakes, ‘wearing any panties under that dress?’

Belle’s eyebrows shoot up. ‘Of course!’ she says defensively, sliding off the edge of the bed to stand beside you. ‘What do you take me for, exactly? I’m not a – a –’ She coughs awkwardly. ‘A belle-de-nuit,’ she finishes, nose in the air.

You have to laugh. ‘What’s that translate as? Lady of the night?’

Belle shoots you a dirty look. ‘You know what I mean,’ she says primly, smoothing her skirts down.

‘Okay, prove it.’ You yawn, scooting up the bed to get a better look at her. ‘Lift your dress up, there’s a good girl.’

Belle huffs quietly, but gathers the folds of her skirt anyway. ‘If I show you, will you apologise for insinuating I’m a putain?’

Now that word you do recognise. ‘Sweetheart, if you show me what’s under there, I’ll say anything you like.’

That seems to satisfy Belle, who reaches down to pick up the hem of her skirt. When she lifts it, you have to admit the costume designers did their homework; yards and yards of ruffled petticoat and lace conceal her slim legs in their sparkling white tights. Belle lifts it higher, and you see she’s wearing white satin panties to complete the image.

‘Perfect,’ you tell her huskily. ‘All right, then. For stage three, those panties need to come off. And the tights. Fucking lose ‘em.’

Belle looks down at her feet, obviously expecting this. ‘What about… what about my dress?’ she murmurs. ‘Shouldn’t I take that off first?’

You laugh out loud. ‘No, sweetheart. I’m fucking you in that dress if it’s the last thing I do.’

Belle shakes her head, exasperated, and you think you see a flicker of Emma for a moment. ‘Just be careful,’ she implores you, reaching a hand down to slip off her panties. It only takes a second before her tights are around her ankles, too, and she’s stepping out of her underwear. ‘I happen to like this ballgown, and if you mess it up…’

You wave it aside impatiently. ‘Yeah, yeah, I know, we’ll be ritually decapitated. Now climb on before I lose my patience and fuck you on the floor.’

Belle’s chest rises and falls slightly in excitement. ‘Fine,’ she says sniffily, clambering back up between your legs. ‘I take it we have to… that is, you want to put your…’

‘You’re going to put my cock inside you,’ you tell her clearly, enunciating every word. ‘You’re going to line yourself up perfectly, and then you’re going to sit down on my cock so it fills every inch of your perfect, pink little cunt. And then you’re going to ride me, like a real fucking putain. Got it?’

Belle pretends to look offended, folding her arms and tossing her hair. ‘I am not –’ she begins.

Then she squeals for real, as you seize your chance and yank her suddenly around the waist, bringing her down hard onto your cock.

You’ve timed it perfectly. Emma’s cunt was already glistening and wet – it opens up for you without hesitation, and her arse slaps against your balls as she takes all of your cock in one sudden, hard thrust. Emma gasps, looking winded – I guess she sat down pretty hard, you think, enjoying the way her boobs rise and fall as she struggles for air.

‘You – did you –’ she splutters, red-faced, looking down between her legs as if she can’t believe it. ‘Did it – did that actually all go in at once?’

‘What’s it feel like?’ you retort, enjoying this, stroking her pretty, shaven vulva. Emma’s eyes roll up slightly, and she moans, settling experimentally on your cock.

‘Feels like I’ve been fucking split in half – oh, Jesus, that feels good, though. I can’t believe you…’ She takes a few deep breaths, eyes unsteady. ‘I can’t believe you went in all the way! I must have been so wet…’

You shrug, loving the warmth, the tightness of her cunt stretching around you. ‘So what else is new?’

Emma is unable to suppress a smile this time. ‘Oh, God… this feels so good…’ Then she remembers she’s supposed to be in character, and bites her lip shyly as Belle. ‘I mean… it’s a lot nicer than I was expecting…’

You’ve always liked having gravity on your side in this position, and you roll your hips, sliding her around on your cock. Belle actually lets out a little squeal; she’s obviously sensitive down there.

‘No,’ she gasps, resting a hand against your chest and pushing down. ‘Not this time. Tonight, I get to fuck you.’