Story 12 #3
“Oh my God, Sir. I’m so sorry. Mommy didn’t tell me anything other than to print the reports and hand them to you here. I didn’t know…,” she swallowed hard. “And I have gymnastics practice after this, but now I’m late.”
“Then this itch happened, and I know I had to get rid of it before gym. But now my unitard is ruined and I didn’t bring a spare. And you say I must go to the meeting…”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Daniel Everett shouted. “What papers?”
Cassandra pointed to the table by the door.
“And who’s the mommy that sent you?” he asked.
“Rebecca Miller, Mr. Everett. Becky, your secretary and personal assistant. She missed her flight and couldn’t make it on time, remember?” she answered, her innocent eyes swimming with tears.
“Fucking shit,” Daniel cursed softly as it dawned on him that Cassandra wasn’t the escort who he had ordered to be with him tonight. This was Becky Miller’s daughter!
“Shit, we need to stop this,” he uttered and started pulling his hand off her crotch.
But Cassandra held onto his forearm tightly.
“No,” she said vehemently.
“No what?” he asked.
“Don’t stop,” she softly intoned.
“I mean, it feels nice. And… I never had sex before. It seems you’re erect and ready to have sex. Can we? Mommy made me take pills even if I told her I wasn’t into sex but she didn’t believe me.”
Daniel Everett hesitated. The thought of being a hymen-breaker made him horny.
He wasn’t sure if he had ever fucked a virgin before.
And from the terror he saw in her face earlier, he was sure that this girl had never even taken to second base...
and maybe even first base, for that matter. But then his secretary was her mom…
“I’m 20 years old and still a virgin,” Cassandra blurted out.
Daniel glanced at the pile of papers that she had brought in and looked seriously at the girl.
“I won’t tell anybody if you won’t tell my mommy,” she breathed desperately, fully conscious that she was keeping him from removing his hand and his finger was still wedged between her fat pussy lips.
Daniel didn’t reply and just continued to stare at her. This made Cassandra feel shy and she looked down as she blushed. Then she felt his hand begin to move between her legs, sparking excitement back into her tiny sensitive nub.
“Tell me, what do you know about sex?” Daniel said a bit brusquely. “So I shall know where to start.”
“Well…” Cassandra didn’t know where to begin.
“There’s sex ed from school – the reproductive system, sexual intercourse, fertility and pregnancy, safe sex…” she started to enumerate.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Daniel interrupted the young woman. “Do you mean that you only know theories?”
“Yes, Mr. Everett, that’s right. I was so busy with studying and keeping up with my gymnastics scholarship. And besides, boys and sex didn’t interest me at all.”
“But now… I want to...try it... Lately my body has been changing and I’m starting to feel different… here,” Cassandra said in a whisper, at the same time pressing Daniel’s hand onto her pubis.
Daniel looked at the beautiful young woman with big brown doe eyes pleading with him to deflower her.
Cassandra’s body called for him to divest her of the tight black sheath she was wearing and reveal her beauty.
He wanted to tear it off of her just as easily as he broke the seam between her thighs.
His cock was pulsing out of his bathrobe, aching to be touched.
She was warm beneath his hand, her juices slowly trickling out of her lips. He thought that she was so fresh, so hot… so fuckable.
Daniel withdrew his hand and Cassandra tried to cling onto it.
He hushed her then traced the low neckline of her unitard.
She took in a deep breath. She fixed her eyes on his face as he stretched and lowered it.
Daniel’s finger continued drawing circles on her skin while his other hand pulled down the tight unitard.
Her tits popped out like two inflated balloons released from being confined. Cassandra exhaled as her breasts were freed of the tight fabric. She was relieved but at the same time, she felt shy at her nakedness. Her protruding nipples only added more to her embarrassment.
“You’re so beautiful,” Daniel whispered as he swirled a finger at her tip.
The unitard slowly came off, revealing her flat belly. Lower it went and Daniel paused before pulling off her pubis. He could see that Cassandra was becoming nervous and shy at the same time. She needed to be primed.
“You know, you were right not to waste your innocence on ignorant young boys who don’t have the slightest idea how to pleasure a woman, much less pleasure themselves,” he remarked seriously as his eyes panned the length of her torso,
down to her legs then back to the jewel between her legs that glistened and moistened despite her obvious anxiety.
Daniel took her hand and led to her smooth labia.
“Mr. Everett, I don’t…” she protested.
“Daniel. Call me, Daniel. I want you to touch yourself for pleasure. You have a beautifully-shaved pussy,” he rasped while his hand ran over the fat flesh that covered her sex. “So, at least you’re not a stranger to your private parts.”
“I, I d-do that in a s-salon. We need it t-to be that way for our leotards in g-g-gymnastics,” she breathed out.
“And, do you like it when the people at the salon touch your private parts?” he asked with a grin.
Cassandra could only close her eyes.
“Don’t be shy,” he coaxed.
She opened her eyes and looked away.
“Yes. I do like it. I try hard not to because I get wet down there and get an itch afterwards. I would have to touch and scratch it with something later on to relieve myself,” she blurted out then sank into the soft mattress.
Daniel was now parting her pussy lips and running his thumb at the dark pink fringes of her vulva. She arched her back and opened her legs, opening up like a flower before Daniel’s eyes.
“It’s not an itch, Cassandra. It’s called being horny,” he said.
His touch returned to the button on top of her slit.
“You have a beautiful clit,” he said as he pressed on her sensitive nub.
“My button?” she asked.
“Your clit. Say it, Cassandra. I’m horny Daniel. Rub my clit,” he commanded.
Cassandra hesitated. Daniel immediately withdrew his hand and looked teasingly at her face which was full of protest from the deprivation of his touch.
“Daniel, I’m … uh… horny. Please rub my clit,” she stammered.
“And please eat me,” Daniel added, holding his hand dangerously close to her wide-open pussy lips.
“And please eat me,” she breathed.
Daniel immediately pressed his thumb back onto her button and Cassandra cried out and arched against his hand. She looked anxiously as he bent down and his face went closer to her cunt. She wanted to evade whatever was about to happen but he held her left thigh down with a strong hand.
“Oh!” she gasped as his lips touch her mound.
Daniel could her the little “O’s” coming out of her lips as he sucked her clit in. Her thighs began to jiggle. He removed his mouth then took her hand again. This time she didn’t resist. Daniel guided her fingers up and down her pie.
Cassandra felt the warm wetness and for the first time, it didn’t feel icky. She glided her fingers as Daniel’s hand taught her how to touch. Soon, she was strumming her clit on her own.
“Push on it,” he growled and pressed his palm on her fingers.
Cassandra’s legs opened instinctively as she pushed down.
“God, this feels so good,” she thought to herself and increased her speed and pressure.
“That’s it, baby girl. Strum it hard,” he instructed, taking his penis into his palm. Daniel stroked his cock as Cassandra plucked her clit.
She looked at him in awe at the size of his cock. It didn’t look menacing now but something in her desperately wanted it. She could see that his strokes were long and slow but she couldn’t emulate his pace. Instinct dictated that she should move her hands faster… and faster…
Cassandra’s face flushed and her eyes darted to his as her frigging became furiously fast. She was almost out of breath. Daniel saw that she was on the brink of orgasm and let go of his meat and placed his hand on hers and guided her.
“Oh, shittt,” Cassandra moaned as the initial tremors crept in her belly.
Her hand left her crotch and she clutched at the sheets with her palms as the spasms increased in intensity.
If she was by herself, with her spoon or the handle of her hairbrush, she would have stopped and reeled at the aftermath.
But now, Daniel had taken control. He caressed her clitoris with strong and steady strokes.
“Oh,” Cassandra exclaimed each time her body jerked and shook, the next one stronger than the previous.
“Noooo,” she cried thinking he should stop.
“Yes, Cassandra. Don’t be afraid to cum as much as you need to,” he remarked.
“Mmm.. mmm.. mmmmmmm,” she bit her lip and clamped her legs together on his hand.
Cassandra’s body had a mind of its own. On her side now with Daniel’s finger still wiggling on her button between her closed thighs, she was shaking with an uncontrollable pleasure. Reeling over and over, climbing and falling, soaring and dropping. Then Daniel stopped and pulled out his hand.
She was breathing hard with her body covered by a beautiful glow.
“That was a beautiful orgasm,” he commented, looking at her boobs which were now covered by a flush of pink, making her glow.
She processed what he said in her mind. Yes, orgasm. They talked about this in sex ed. The climax of sexual stimulation. May be achieved during coitus or other forms of stimulation. Cassandra furrowed her eyebrows and shut her eyes.
“Is this really happening?” she wanted to get up and run.
But that was only a fleeting thought. Her body undeniable wanted more. It instinctively knew there was more than just the orgasm she just had.
Then she felt Daniel’s hand on hers again. But this time, he didn’t bring it to her body. Instead, he placed his hard cock in her palm and closed her fingers around his girth. Cassandra took a deep breath intake. She gingerly opened her eyes and saw the look of pleasure on Daniel’s face.
He was kneeling in front of her, his eyes closed at the warmth of her hand.