Well, someone has to.

“Touch it,” I commanded, dragging one of her wrists down in the direction of my aching erection. She hesitated only for a moment, before wrapping her dainty fingers around me. “Good girl. Feel all of it.” Not quite stroking, she adjusted her grip a number of times, becoming acquainted with the size, shape, and texture of my tool. “Oh,” She managed to whisper, “It’s so big and hard.” A cheesy, **** line, but I’ll admit that it was nice to hear.

“That’s all you,” I replied, whispering directly into her ear and releasing her wrist as her grip on my cock became more confident and firm, “You did that to me. And now you’re going to deal with it.” Ashley gave an audible gulp, but I could tell from her breathing that she was excited.

“How do I do that?” She asked, beginning to lightly stroke me, then, deciding that perhaps she was being too willing a participant, quickly added, “I’m scared, mister, but I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Keep being a good girl, and you have nothing to be scared of,” I reassured her, running my hand up and down her side gently, “Now take that cock and rub it against your wet cunt.”

Her cunt was, by this point, more than a little wet, and if my choice of words was a bit harsh, it only helped to further emphasize our roles. In any case, I lowered my hips and Ashley did her best to misinterpret my command, awkwardly pressing my meat against her lower lips without providing any real stimulation. “I’m don’t know why I’m so wet down there,” She whispered with a believable amount of innocent confusion, and I was enjoying her act so much that I let her continue her ineffective groping for a few minutes before reaching down and taking hold of her wrist again.

“Not like that,” She froze and held her breath, waiting as I corrected her alignment and movement, which admittedly involved a bit of pelvic motion on my part. She got the picture pretty quickly, and soon my cock was sliding along the length of her slit, becoming lubricated by her juices. I could feel Ashley’s body quivering and twitching beneath me, responding to the stimulation, and my breath was admittedly getting pretty ragged as well. After a few moments of this, I told her that she was ready, and instructed her to move me into position.

She was past the point of innocent misunderstandings or uncertainty, and soon the tip of my cock was between her lips, ready to push forward. “I’ve never done this with a man before,” Ashley whispered, and I kissed her once, quickly, before answering.

“It might hurt a little, but you’ve been a good girl, so I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

With that, I pushed in. Ashley was not, of course, a virgin, but she was still very tight. Her walls squeezed me every inch of the way, but I had no problem sheathing myself fully inside of her. Her shuddering exhale tickled my cheek as I sunk into her, and she broke character long enough for a “Fuck, that’s good,” Before remembering that she had just been deflowered. “Oh, mister, it’s too big,” She whimpered, “Take it out, please.”

I had no intention of doing so, and she probably would be quite upset if I did, but after a moment of letting her adjust, I pulled out a few inches, before slamming back in. I probably should have added in some snappy dialogue, or made a comment about the way her slutty hole was gripping me, but I honestly didn’t trust myself enough to form coherent sentences while maintaining my composure. She was really tight, and I’d enjoyed the foreplay as much as she had. So I just did my best to start building tempo, drilling in and out of her a little faster each time. Ashley was clearly a better actor than me, and managed to squeak out a few more lines about the new sensations she was experiencing. I didn’t really catch most of it, unfortunately, but I did notice when one of her hands squeezed my shoulder in a **** grip, and her walls started to convulse around me, signalling the start of her orgasm.

I was right behind her. “That’s it, good girl, get ready. Ah! Fuck!” i gave a few more deep, strong thrusts before pushing all the way in and holding myself there to unload my semen deep within her spasming cunt.

I stayed there as we both came down, and when I went to pull out, she hooked her legs around mine. “No, stay.” That wasn’t in the plan, and I was about to give a line about making a getaway but she shook her head, “Fuck, Rutabaga, stay inside me, dammit.”

Rutabaga was, of course, the Game Over word so I nodded, wrapped my arms around her, and said “Okay, Rutabaga. I’ll stay.” Satisfied, Ashley nodded, and we both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the afterglow of a very good fuck.