Claire: No Dildo Deflowering Tonight

Ramya holds the big black "Outlaw" dildo, eyes dark with hunger. “Let me do it for you. Share this with me.”

I swallow, heart racing. “I… I want to hold on a little longer. Might have met someone.”

Ramya raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “Someone worth waiting for?”

“Maybe,” I say, cheeks burning.

She sets the dildo aside, but her smile turns wicked. “Then tell me, how far did the last guy get in?”

“At least the head,” I whisper. “Maybe more. A few inches, I think.”

“Did you bleed?”

“No,” I say softly. “It stretched, hurt a bit trying to get more in. No blood.”

"I'm going to check if your cherry still needs to pop. If you aren't still sealed up tight like a good girl, I'm going to use this monster on you anyway. No point holding back if your flower is already open."

My eyes widen. “No. Wait, can you… tell that? Just by looking?”

Ramya laughs softly, low and teasing. “Indians are obsessed with virginity, remember? I know exactly how to check.” She puts a possessive hand on my waist. “Turn around, Claire. Bend over. Spread your cheeks for me. I need to see for myself.”

I laugh nervously. “You’re really making me do this?”

“Yes. Spread them. Don’t make me wait.”

I turn, bend at the waist, and reach back to pull my cheeks apart. The cool air hits my exposed pussy and ass. I feel both ridiculous and turned on. “I can't believe I'm doing this. Happy now?”

"Bend more. Arch your back. There." She kneels behind me, and her fingers gently tug at my outer lips, parting them slowly. “That’s it,” she murmurs. “Look at that pretty little hole. Still so tight.”

I bite my lip. “Okay… you’ve seen it. Can I stand up now?”

“Not yet.” Her voice is low, commanding. “Let me make sure it’s still there. Just a quick check.” She tugs my lips out and up. The flesh expands around my opening, revealing it for inspection. "You still need to pop, girl," she says. "You have the crescent-shaped hymen. Still waiting to be claimed.”

I shiver, thighs trembling. She finally lets go, and I straighten up, face on fire.

Ramya picks up the dildo again. "If you ever decide to pop it yourself, I want you to use this monster, and I get to watch. Front-row seat. Every gasp, every stretch.”

I laugh, nervous. “You’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” she says, voice low. “I'm your mentor. This is payment I demand. Also… if you let some lucky man do the honors, you owe me every filthy detail. No holding back. I want to know how it felt when he finally broke through.”

I bite my lip, heat flooding me at the thought. “Deal.”

She leans in, breath warm against my ear. “Good girl. Either way, I’ll be there, one way or another.”

And so I turn down what could have been one of the hottest nights of my life, a non-traditional deflowering for the ages. but I'm just not ready for that level of sharing with Ramya. What we have is perfect right now. I'm scared to change that.