Take Her Virginity In A Private Show

"Alexis, Veronica," you call out, your eyes never leaving Katya, "I'm sorry for how tense things got, but things are stable now. Why don't you go and do whatever it is you do? I'm going to go ahead and see how Katya does in comparison with Veronica."

You don't bother watching them leave, but you hear them exit. Your eyes never left Katya's face, delighting somewhat in how she met and held your gaze instead of squirming under it like Alexis did.

You enjoyed a bit of fire in your women.

Once her family members had exited, Katya broke the silence. "I'm a virgin. Is that a problem?"

You look at her, not bothering to hide your surprise. "With assets like these?" You ask, squeezing her chest. "How did that happen?"

"I wanted to wait for marriage, okay," Katya snaps back, looking embarrassed. "I always thought I'd find someone that loved me and only me, and we'd get married, and-"

You cut her off, pressing a finger to her lips. "That is adorable," you say smiling down at her. "So no boy has seen you naked?"

"No," she responded, subdued.

"Well, then I'll have to be the first, won't I? Best capture the moment on camera. Don't worry, showing your tits on camera is an integral part of being a whore. You agreed to all this, right?"

Katya had originally opened her mouth to object, but all that came out of her mouth was a strangled, "Right."

Getting up, stand in front of her and order her to take off her shirt. "Your tits are quite small," you titter disapprovingly, "Why don't you use your forearms to squish them together a bit. And remember to smile."

She faltered for a second, clearly unhappy about the small tits comment, but nevertheless she follows through.

She manages to do it perfectly. "Thank you for the new screen saver, my dear," you tell her honestly, "Now take the rest of it off."

With more confidence than you'd expect of a virgin, she casually undoes her bra and flings it to the side, allowing you a glimpse of her breasts. Like you suspected, she was a lot closer to Veronica than Alexis with a small areola capped off with a tiny nub.

You don't get a chance to inspect her in greater detail because almost as soon as her bra is off, she rises to her feet and turns around. Bending over slightly, she hooks her hand around the waistline of her pants and the panties underneath it before yanking them both down in one motion, exposing her privates to your hungry eyes.

She stays in that position for a second before straightening up and turning back to you. "Well," she asks spreading her arms out a bit to let you see all of her body, "Like what you see?"

"Like what I see? I love what I see. You sure seem to have the act down pat. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that you were an actual whore. Where is all this confidence coming from? You sure this is your first time?"

If she was offended she didn't show it, instead advancing on you. You didn't stop her or question her, instead curious as to what she'd do.

Upon reaching you, she moves the camera to the side so that it was no longer in front of you, allowing her to close the distance and press her bare breasts against your chest.

Looking up at you, she answers your question. "Why don't you find out?"

Taking hold of your unoccupied hand, she guided it to her virgin cunt allowing you to stroke it gently. To your disappointment and annoyance, she didn't have any visible reaction to your ministrations except for the slightest uptick in breathe.

"You see John," she says looking up at you, "It's not confidence. It's common sense. Either you like what you see, or you're gayer than a fruitcake."

Before you can respond, her unoccupied hands dive into your pants and fish out your erect member. Slowly, she starts to stroke it, hilt to tip, drawing a groan from you and cutting off your response, allowing her to continue uninterrupted.

Tauntingly, she smirks while asking, "Are you gay John? I don't think you are. I think you like what you see very much. Or at least," she squeezes down harder on your cock drawing a louder gasp from you, "Your member seems to like me and my small tits very much."

Ah. So that was what this was about.

"Aww, kitty. Did I hurt your feelings?" The pet name slips out unintentionally, but once it was out, it was out.

Katya stops stroking your dick, making you worry for a second you had said something wrong. Before you can open your mouth to smooth things over, she guides your dick in between her thighs and squeezes down on both sides.

Hands now free, she wraps them around the back of your neck. "Kitty am I? Well, what would you like to do with this... Kitty?"

Taking the invitation as what it was, you start thrusting forward. You get to thrust three, before she lets go and backs off, tutting in disappointment. "John, John, John. You have a naked virgin before you and you choose to get a thigh job? How disappointing. Well if you're happy with a thigh job, why don't you use your forearms? Same difference really. Just remember to smile while I take a photo."

You can't help it, you burst out laughing.

When you looked up, it was to the image of Katya glaring at you, her arms crossed underneath her tiny breasts, propping them up. "You done," she asked coolly.

"I discounted you, you know." You say unprompted, "You were never the prize. Your mother, well just look at her. E-cup tits, curves to die for, and a widow. Your sister was the hottest girl in the year back in high school. I figured that if I were going to be fucking them both, well I might as well take pity on you. I didn't want to leave you out, you see."

Throughout your story, Katya looks increasingly offended. That was fine. This wasn't the entire story.

"But as it so turns out, you're definitely the diamond in the rough. My very own sexy kitten. You wanted to know how I'm going to take you?" You advance on her, taking advantage of your much larger frame to physically push her back until she's pinned against the wall, despite her best efforts to stand her ground.

You kiss her, slipping your tongue into her mouth and she pushes back, both trying to push you off with her hands and trying to push you out with her tongue. For a second, the two of you duel, but eventually, you win, only pulling back when you start running out of air.

You breathe heavily, though less so than Katya who is positively panting. You see her try to argue, her attempts interrupted by her need to breathe. Eventually she has enough oxygen to make a coherent attempt, "You can't- mphh."

You cut her off again, pulling her into yet another kiss.

The pattern repeats. You kiss Katya. She tries to resist. You are bigger and stronger, so you win every bout.

Occasionally, she tries something different, like the bout where she tried to scream for help. You cut that one off immediately. In order to keep her from trying again, you give her a list of comprehensive orders.

Unlike her sister who you had mind-warped into being, effectively, a sex ****, or her mother who you intended to turn into a willing partner, you had different ideas for Katya.

"You will not go to the cops about anything I do to you," you tell your exhausted kitten in between kiss number fourteen and fifteen, "In fact, you won't tell anyone about what I do to you. Not your friends, not your teachers, not your family. Absolutely no one. If anyone that isn't Veronica, or your mom, or any of the sluts I intend to add to my harem ask, then you aren't having sex with me. If any of the sluts ask, then you are a willing whore for me. Understand?"

Still glaring, she nods.

"As far as public appearances go, you adore me. In front of strangers we're best friends. In front of your family, you're happy being my whore. We have sex in front of your mom or sister? No resistance kitten. None. You'll do whatever I want you to do, whenever I want you to do it, and you'll act like you like doing it too.

"In private on the other hand, well. I'll allow you to fight back to a point kitten," you say, still smiling, "Nothing that could alert others, or actually physically harm me. Your free to go for your token resistance attempts. They might amuse me."

"Go fuck yourself," she spits back.

"My dear, I'd much rather do you." Perhaps a bit cliche, but you don't mind, as you kiss her yet again. This time is unlike the others in that the kiss was short and sweet. Chaste.

When you pull back, you leer down at her and say, "You wanted to know how I'm going to take you?" Your hands trailed down from her side to your dick.

Taking advantage of your weakened grip on her, Katya tried breaking free, but weakened from oxygen deprivation and pushed against the wall by nearly 200 pounds of rock solid muscle, she failed utterly. In the interim, you had guided your dick to her pussy lips and had started rubbing your dick back and forth.

"Wait, aren't you going to use a condom?"

For the first time, you see a trace of nervousness in Katya's features. After challenging you repeatedly and humiliating you, you can't deny that it feels good.

"What for?" You ask, still playing with her pussy.

"I could get pregnant," she said urgently. "This is my first time. This wasn't exactly planned, so I'm not on the pill."

You open your mouth to deny her straight out before pausing. Was there anything you wanted from her? "That's fine. You're not allowed to use birth control. And as to you getting pregnant, call me master in private from now on, and I'll consider using a condom."

For a moment, Katya just glares as her pride and sense war in her. In order to remind her what's at stake for her, you cock slap her stomach, right where her uterus is a few times. She gives in. "Please... master."

You make a considering noise. "I've considered it, just as I promised. No."

And then you thrust in, drawing a pained scream from Katya as you take her virginity. When you pull out, you were surprised to find blood on your dick. The surprise didn't stall you for long, doing more to excite you than anything else.

"No. Fuck." Katya gasped, tears streaming down her face. She gave up on organized resistance altogether, instead opting to squirm uselessly against you, an act that did more to excite you than to stop you. "You- You promised."

"You forgot the master part. And I promised to consider it. I did. I opted against it." You slowed down your thrusts while speaking so that you could get your words out without groaning before speeding up before Katya could continue trying to argue, cutting off her own words with moans.

For a bit, you enjoy the feel of her against you. Of her petite, delicate body slapping against yours with every thrust. Of her tight cunt, squeezing your dick. And of the look in her eyes while you dominated her, a complete reversal of how this began.

It was perhaps to her credit that even in this position, when she did manage to speak, it wasn't to beg. It was to throw more vitriol at you. "I hope you're enjoying this," she spat, "It's the only way you'll ever get inside a woman."

"Not true," you bottom into her one last time before pulling out completely though you still keep her trapped beneath you, "Your mom was plenty happy to have me inside her. So was your sister. And soon, you'll be begging me to fuck your mouth."

"In your drea-" you cut her off by kissing her again.

"Sorry kitten," you pant, pulling back, "Just wanted to taste you one more time before your mouth takes on a more salty flavor."

She shoots you a disgusted look before asking, "And why would I beg for you to fuck my mouth?"

"Kitten," you say, "You've got two options if you don't want to risk getting pregnant with my kid. Option one is to finish me off with your mouth. If you want to rest your fate on your first blowjob, then more power to you. I'll give you five minutes to make me cum, and if you finish me off, then I won't be able to cum in your pussy will I?"

You see the cogs in her head turn as she realized the truth of your words, "And option two?"

"Option two would be climbing onto my lap and riding me to the finish line. See, you'll be on top, and you'll be able to feel it when I get close to cumming, so you'll be able to pull yourself off of me. And you're not using master. Better use it from now on."

She contemplates her option, but eventually her mind goes back to 'you'll be begging me to fuck your mouth.' She might not be able to resist physically, but she can certainly rebel more subtly.

"I'll take option two," she says. Neither of you miss that she doesn't call you master.

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You decide to relocate things to her bedroom, just to add a bit more humiliation to the mix. You wanted her to think of this while she laid at bed at night.

With her 'willing' agreement and your power acting as an enforcer, she doesn't try anything.

It takes less than two minutes to enter her room, and as you look around, you note with some level of surprise that it was surprisingly bland. Off white decor, a fairly large bed with white covers and a black headboard. Nothing girly.

Your attention was garnered momentarily by the only pink thing in the room. A bright pink headband with attached kitten eats that was laying on the black nightstand by her bed.

"What are these?" you ask her while picking them up.

"It's a snapchat filter thing," she replied, looking a bit out of sorts.

The reply made no sense to you, but you let it slide. Instead you say, "Kitten ears dear? You shouldn't have. Put them on."

"That was not part of our deal," she said, looking defiant.

"Our deal," you snap back, not using your power, "Was a favor to you. If you want me to cum inside you, just say so. But before you do, think about whether this is the hill you want to die on. If not, put these on." You hold the cat ears out for her to take.

The two of you stare each other down for a second, neither backing down an inch. Eventually she grabs the ears out of your hands and cram them onto her head, muttering curses under her breath while doing so.

You don't let it get to you, taking the victory for what it is.

You proceed to lay down on her bed, before spreading your legs slightly and patting your lap. When you see her hesitate, you call out, "Remember our deal."

She shuts her eyes tightly and whispers to herself, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

When she does open them though, the **** is gone, replaced with steel. Rolling her shoulders back, and straightening her posture, she speaks directly to you, "Let's get this over with."

Sauntering forwards like she owns the room, she walks up and climbs over you and places her legs on either side of you. She fumbles with your cock for a second, a subtle sign of her inexperience, but eventually she manages to align it properly and thrusts down, impaling herself on you.

You place your hands behind your head, smirking up at her while she tries to suppress her scream. She had gone down way too fast for her tight twat, and was stuck trying to recover with your dick bottomed into her. Mockingly, you call out, "You just going to sit there love? Not feeling a thing down here. At this rate I'm going to go soft and then I'll have to take over."

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch," she growls back. Your warning does the trick though. Despite her profanities, she gets moving again, though extremely slowly. You do your best not to react but it was impossible to stop reacting completely.

"Your boring me love. Mommy might do better, maybe I'll have you join Veronica's lessons? Move a bit faster, will you?"

"I'm going as fast as I can," she says, while going at her snails pace.

"Some motivation then. Carrot. The faster you go, the faster I'll cum. Stick. I'll slap your ass every time you slow down."

"Wait- what," she stops bouncing for a second. A mistake.

Your hands are no longer behind your head, having crept behind her. With a ringing noise your hands latched onto her firm behind, kneading the flesh possessively before pulling back.

"Giddy up," you say, smirking at her horrified face. With her doing all the work, your hands are free to roam her body.

Every time she slows down from what you deem an acceptable pace, you respond by smacking her firm behind hard enough to leave a hand-print. When she is going at an acceptable pace, your hands are free to roam the rest of her gorgeous body, trailing up her spine, groping her small breasts, and at one point, forcing her upper body down so you could take her tit in your mouth.

It becomes a battle for control as she tries to finish you off, while you take full advantage of not having to pin her down to explore her body.

Eventually though, it all becomes too much... for her.

This was Katya's first fuck and her legs are already half jelly from your previous session. She didn't have much in the tank left, and with you forcing her to go much faster than she was comfortable with, she had brought herself to a premature orgasm, squirting all over your waist.

Perhaps you would have cum as well, but you'd already cum twice with her mother, and with the frequent pauses that you'd taken with Katya, you still had a bit left in the tank though you were getting close. That is why it was so tragic that Katya had nothing left in the tank.

No matter how hard you slapped her ass to motivate her to move, she just couldn't. She tried, but she slid back down after getting up halfway. And then a quarter of the way. And then a tenth.

Eventually you look at her with a bit of glee in your eyes, something that completely betrays the look of pity you are attempting to display and say, "I see you can't go on," you slap her ass for emphasis, "Such a shame. And you got so close too."

"W-wait. I can do it, I know I can. Just give me a second. Let me- Let me catch my breathe." Katya begs, realizing she was completely at your mercy.

Too bad for her, you had no mercy. "You had your chance love. Should have called me master. I would have let you switch and use your mouth."

Wrapping your hands around her waist, you bounce her up and down, while thrusting up from below, going from dead weight to an exceedingly enthusiastic partner.

With you driving the pace, it takes less than five minutes for you to come to your climax. With a howl of victory, you pull her all the way down while ejaculating your baby batter straight into her baby maker.

To your delight, having you cum within her sets off Katya's own orgasm. With a scream filled with both ecstasy and despair, Katya orgasms around your dick. Her most powerful orgasm yet.

Even with your vision blurry from your own orgasm, you manage to appreciate the site of her lithe, tan body shaking and spasming in the throes of her orgasm.

Eventually, she collapses onto you, pressing her body weight onto you. "I can't believe you," she pauses for a second before adding, "Master."

"If only you'd called me that earlier," you say, tsk-ing, "All this could have been avoided."

She made a valiant attempt to get up again. She failed. From her position on your chest she asks, "What if I get pregnant?"

"You're going to get pregnant," you tell, deciding then and there that it was true. "The only question is when."

She doesn't seem to have anything to say to that, which is fine by you. For a while the two of you lay there while the both of you contemplate what you were going to do next.