I grin at the thought before stepping back. I glance down at her panties, and see that the pink fabric is now tinged with red. “Ah, your virgin blood is on these now. Your come, too. What a pretty penny we’re about to make, baby.” I lean down and kiss her lips, but inside, I’m thinking about keeping the fabric for myself. It goes against my business instincts, but then again, the world isn’t just about money. Her first time was special, and maybe we should keep a memento.
I lean down to kiss her, and her lips are burning with passion. Her tongue meets mine, desperate for it. We make out for a minute, and a thought pops into my mind. This woman is sweet – almost too sweet. I’m becoming an addict after just one time.
Our tongues twist together. For a virgin, this girl is one hell of a kisser. A born natural, if I say so myself.
Her breasts quiver as she looks up into my eyes with her big brown ones, blinking slowly. Something in my heart contracts because the image is such an oxymoron: she looks as innocent as a doe, and yet her breasts and tummy are coated in male cum. Yet, I feel the need to soothe her, and make her feel good about herself.
Smiling, I stroke Katie’s hair with tenderness. “Welcome to the life, honey. I’ll be your tour guide as you enter this world.”
9
Katie
My mind is still buzzing after the amazing time with Bruce. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my first time would be that sensual and over the top. Seriously, I’m still shaking and my knees are weak.
Somehow, I’ve managed to put my dress back on, and I’m standing behind Bruce as he sits in his office chair. My juices continue to flow down my thighs, and I wonder what to do. Of course, without a spare pair of panties, I’m forced to feel the breeze between my legs, and I must admit, it feels pretty damn good.
“Here we go, baby.” Bruce presses the ‘enter’ key before reclining in his desk chair. “Take a look for yourself.”
While we were having our fun, Bruce’s company was tweaking my website, optimizing it to ensure optimal traffic. I have to admit that the redesigned site looks amazing. My logo has been replaced with a classier one, and the lines are smooth and clean.
Within seconds, we get a hit. Then another. And another. And another.
Whoa.
I start to freak out. It hasn’t even been five minutes, and the clicks are literally pouring in. On Bruce’s second monitor, the comments are off the charts.
My eyes widen. “They’re fighting over my products!” I exclaim, leaning forward even further and placing my hand on his shoulder.
“Told you,” Bruce answers, sounding calm and collected. “We haven’t even started marketing your virgin panties yet either.”
“I know,” I murmur. “It’s insane, right?”
But then he turns towards me.
“Actually, sweetheart, I’m thinking about not selling them. What do you think?” he asks. He fishes the fabric out of his pocket and dangles them before me. The pink thong is practically a shade of magenta, it’s so drenched with my juices. My cheeks flush a ruddy rose.
“What are you going to do with them?” I ask in a shy voice.
He grins.
“Oh, just this,” he says, bringing them close to his face before running his tongue along the wettest part at the crotch. “I think this would be fun to do every now and then.”
I gasp. “Oh my god, you’re so dirty.”
He grins, flashing that perfect white smile.
“That, I am sweetheart. And you know what? I’m definitely going to keep them because I have a lot of boring meetings to go to. They’ll be a lot easier to endure if every now and then, I can pop into the men’s room and sniff and lick this baby right here.”
Again, my heart races at the absolute filth he’s talking. But the thing is that we’re two peas in a pod because I love it. And, I’m just as dirty as he is.
“Well, maybe you should put your boxers on the site then, Mr. Lockhart. You never know what’ll sell until you try it,” I quip. It’s true. Earlier, when he pulled his pants back up, I saw that his boxer briefs had a slight stain of semen. While undressing me, he must have creamed slightly, the pre-cum melting into the fabric. The thought makes my cheeks flame, but he doesn’t hesitate.
“That’s a great idea,” he muses. Suddenly, he’s up and stripping down to nothing but his tight white underwear in no time. “Grab the camera and start taking some pics,” he orders, pointing at the bottom drawer.
I bend over and grab the camera.
He smacks my bottom, causing me to jump.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” he said with a dirty smirk on his face.
