The Denied Virgin Goes Dogging


She'd been following the mysterious instructions for five weeks now. It had been so exciting to be told what to do, and edging was driving her wild, melting away her inhibitions. It was if he could read her mind. He knew exactly what to say to get her to do things she'd always dreamed of but never dared. She'd already done some crazy things to earn orgasms, but this was the big one. 'Dogging' he called it. She had to look it up.

She'd got a location, in an isolated slot. She was to wait, naked from the waist down to her heels, and let a stranger use her. Of course, she guessed it would be him, the anonymous stranger.

If it was him, he didn't seem to care that he knew she was a virgin. The fucking was hard, almost brutal. He didn't speak, she didn't dare turn around, in case she lost the orgasm. She'd never cum just from her pussy, but this was getting her so close, it felt so good.

And then he spoke. And she knew his voice. It was the asshole who'd bullied her all through school, the guy she hated more than anyone because she's secretly craved him and all he'd ever done was rub her face in the pretty girls he dated. It was him, fucking her, taking her virginity. 

The knowledge made her climax.

She came, all over his cock. She screamed his name. She wept, and laughed, and came again, before she felt him spasm, spurting his seed in her fertile little cunt.

'Who fucking owns you now, bitch?' he whispered as his fingers rubbed his mess into her clit and edged her again.

'You do, you fucker.'

'That's right. Now beg me to fuck your tight little arsehole to cement our relationship.'

She did.