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 Teasing Me

Season 4

Episode 25

She moans faintly.

I slide a third finger in, stretching her to her limits. She groans now, a desperate, keening sound. “Come on, Pamona. Beg for me. Tell me you need me.”

I expect her to deny it, as she has every time before. But this time, something seems to have changed, switched a flip she didn’t dare before. Pamona lifts her leg over my head so my fingers remain deep inside her pussy. She locks eyes with me, and fuck, the sight of her naked and splayed out before me, my finger buried in her, is enough to drive me wild.

“I need you,” she whispers, barely audibly.

I smile.

Because this is it. This is Pamona Badiary, right where I want her.

“You need me to what, Pamona? Speak up, I can’t hear you?” I ask, because I’m going to make her say it. I’m going to make her beg.

“Fuck me,” she says, her voice low, ashamed.


“I need you to fuck me, Farrow,” she repeats, and the sound of that, plus my name in her mouth, makes my cock pulse with red-hot lust.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me, Farrow.”


“Please,” she moans, her eyes desperate. Finally. “Please fuck me, I need it, I need you to fuck me.”

Only then do I pull her roughly down to the edge of the massage table and grab for the condoms I hid behind the bottles of oil. I push one on, even as I continue to roll my thumb across her clit.

Then I spread her legs, lift her ankles over my shoulders, grab her ass and pull her to the very edge of the table, open and waiting for me.

And finally, finally, I thrust my cock deep inside her wet, hot, tight virgin pussy.

The sensation is unlike anything I’ve felt before. She contracts around me, groaning, half in pleasure and half in pain as my cock stretches her tight walls wide.

“God, your virgin pussy is fucking amazing.”

Her eyes widen at that, but she clenches her thighs around me, watching almost nervously as I draw out of her once more.

I take it slow at first, thrusting fully inside her and drawing out slowly, enjoying the view as she writhes on the table in front of me before I thrust deep inside of her again.

She moans, her head falling back, and I reach up to flatten my palm across her chest, pinning her to the table as I thrust into her once more.

“Tell me how it feels, Pamona. Tell me how losing your virginity, being deflowered and fucked on this table feels.”

I speed up my thrusts, my hips pounding against hers, as she struggles to catch her breath enough to answer.

“Fuck… It…” Her eyes find mine, widen. “Fucking amazing.”

I smirk, and start to fuck her in earnest. Her pussy tightens around me, and I reach between us to stroke her clit. Only a few strokes sets her off, and before long she’s crying out, bucking against the table as I continue to pound my cock into her, loving her expression when she comes, when she lets down her guard and I can fully claim her.

“That’s it. Come for me, you know you fucking love it,” I growl.

I keep fucking her until I can’t stand it anymore, until I stroke her clit to orgasm twice more, and she’s so fucking hot writhing on the table, coming on my cock, and the need to finish is overwhelming and urgent. I grip both of her hips in my hands, hard enough to leave a mark, and thrust into her quickly, over and over again.

I finish with a loud groan, sparks flying behind my eyes as I come so hard that I’m afraid I’ll break the condom. I pull out of her in one smooth motion, but my legs are limp, my breath coming hard, and I just need to feel her naked body against mine. I slide onto the table beside her, pull her in close against me. I tell myself it’s about the hot scent coming off her, sex and her scent mingled with mine. I tell myself that I just want to feel her smooth skin against my body, her soft curves melding into my muscles.

I tell myself it’s normal to hold someone after you fuck them, especially when it’s their first time.

I tell myself this is all normal. This is fine. I’m not in danger of anything.

“Do you feel different after that?” I ask her, catching her eye.

She’s smiling, damn her. Actually smiling, a real one, and it’s fucking dazzling to watch. “I do, actually…” She shakes her head, then buries it against my chest, in one simple gesture that throws me completely off-guard. “I can’t say why, though. I mean, I never thought being a virgin was a huge deal, just an experience to have, but…” She kisses my chest lightly, and my chest clenches, painfully. “Are all first times as good as that?” she whispers.


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