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PROLOGUE
“Fantasy is one thing – reality is something completely different.” – Anonymous
Coming of age was a slow process for Carly. She was a late bloomer, and her school years were definitely not kind to her. She did not get her period until she was 14, was completely flat chested until the age of 16, and hell, even her hourglass figure didn’t start to show until she was nearly done with high school. As a result, boys paid her no mind, and her peers did not really include her in pretty much anything. She excelled at academics and solo sports like running, swimming and even chess. Team sports, however, she never even tried out. Locker rooms were places she much rather avoided.
Being mostly a loner, Carly ended up loving to read. And she read a LOT. Her divorced parents hardly took any notice of her, and could not be bothered with her spending hours on end on a couch or a nook reading away on her Kindle. She brought home straight A’s and never got into any trouble. If only they knew the literature that she preferred. At first it was fantasy novels with delicious descriptions of wenches and scrumpets and the odd sex scene here and there, then, before she knew it she was consuming proper smut on a daily basis.
Her mind was constantly absorbing a tremendous amount of deviant and vile sexual content. Trigger warnings were her checklists for what she wanted to read next. Eventually she did try watching pornography, but this did not hit home the same way that living herself into a story and using her imagination could. Carly could not wait to start experiencing anything and everything, and these thoughts were starting to envelop her completely.
She wanted to try it all. Vanilla romantic lovemaking. A fling with a girlfriend in college. Fucking anonymously in an alleyway. Being used by strangers in an adult theater or a dogging location. Hell, if she could find herself kidnapped and used by rich mafia members in a cabin she’d die smiling. Taboos, abnormalities and things considered disgusting by many got her blood pumping. The depravity of her mind knew no bounds whatsoever, and she had her mind set on becoming a creature of sexual exploration.
But, fantasy is one thing, and unfortunately reality is something completely different…
CHAPTER 1 – INCEPTION
It wasn’t the biggest gathering you could imagine. One surviving grandmother (from her mother’s side), her older cousin Lillian, husband Joshua and both of Carly’s parents made up the entirety of the cast of the satirical drama otherwise referred to as her 18th birthday. This was the one day of the year where her parents actually got along and acted civil, so she wasn’t going to spoil that by even giving the slightest hint that she wasn’t ecstatic about the party they were throwing her. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, a Saturday, and the traffic in the usually busy street next to the park was reduced to only a few cars passing by every now and then. The year was coming to a close, school was almost over, and as of today she was finally of legal age to start living life. In New Zealand you can drive, vote, drink and even become a legal escort at the age of 18. Carly was planning on taking a gap year, focusing on herself rather than going to University directly after graduating high school – she was still undecided about what she wanted to become one day anyway, so why waste such a decision on a youthful impulse. Besides, her mind was filled with desire, and she figured it was a good idea to get that out of her system before embarking on something as important as studying for her future.
‘You have a glow about you, what’s his name?’
‘Fuck off Lil.’ she spat with a smile. The two of them always had an unconventional close bond.
‘Ooh, some spice too. Seriously, what’s his name?’
‘There’s no him and you know it. I swore to you I’d ring you first if there were.’
Lillian smiled at her younger cousin ‘Good girl’. If only she knew what that expression released in Carly every time she heard it. Lillian ran one hand over her very pregnant belly, then continued ‘and if you ever need any tips, apparently I’m the expert.’
‘I don’t know Lil, with the price of living nowadays I think swallowing would be the smarter option.’ Lillian punched Carly on the shoulder playfully. Carly couldn’t help but notice that as she rocked to her side, that her breasts swayed along. Without explanation they developed nicely in the last 6 months, going from barely an A cup to nice full C’s. Even her grandmother made the odd inappropriate comment, asking if she got knocked up in highschool.
The banter continued between Carly and Lillian, and every now and then Carly couldn’t help giving a sheepish smile. ‘There’s definitely something up with you. Are you sure there isn’t a guy? Oooh, is it a girl?’
‘Fuck off’ Carly said once more, this time punching her pregnant cousin on the shoulder. If only her cousin knew what was going on though. Carly’s little secret. A gift she decided to give herself on this very special day. Not 24 hours earlier Carly did something she’s never done before. She visited a sex shop – not the local one near her house, she was not going to risk being seen – she hopped two buses, hired an e-bike and went to the absolute other side of the city. The sign on the door read “Strictly bursa escort Adults Only” but she rang the bell anyway and much to her surprise and relief, she was let inside without so much as a remark about how young she looked. The lady behind the counter in fact paid her almost no mind at all. This suited Carly beautifully, as she wasn’t in the mood for awkward conversation anyway.
Her eyes were wide seeing everything this pleasure palace bestowed, but nothing was weird or unexplainable for her. She knew the ins and outs of anything that store could possibly sell, and most probably a plethora more that the store would not even dare keep on shelf.
Carly shifted on the bench next to Lillian, trying to distribute her weight to one cheek at a time. When she woke up that morning she was giddy with excitement. She took her back pack from under her bed, zipped it open slowly and took out a small black box. She opened it slowly, and proceeded to pick up the metal butt plug inside. It was heavy for its size, with a bright pink crystal decoration on the flat end. She looked at it, examined it and became aroused at the idea of using it. She wasn’t planning on just using it, she was going to insert it and wear it the whole day. It wasn’t just her pussy she wanted to start exploring in more detail, but her asshole as well.
She laid back on her bed and pulled down her shorts and panties. They were quite moist as she spent most of the night before fantasising about this moment. She was hairy between her legs as she has never had any reason to shave, and she kind of liked the feeling of running her fingers through her muff. The fact that it kept her scent and became rather musky after skipping a shower for a day or two also drove her wild. Sex in her mind was all about the senses. Not just how it felt, but tastes and smells and all sorts of interesting textures. She ran her fingers through her slit a couple of times, all the while licking and sucking on the metallic plug.
Eventually she spread her legs wide, resting her weight on her ankles and lifted her ass ever so slightly off the bed. She positioned the plug against her still clenching ass, thinking about nothing else but shoving it inside. This task was slightly harder than she imagined. Her asshole after all has never had anything larger than her index finger inside of it before. She rolled over on her side, pulling her top leg to her chest, figuring this would be a better position to allow for rear entry. After a couple of minutes she nearly gave up, her ass just would not let the plug inside, and, much to her disgust it also hurt. Not the pleasurable kind of pain she was anticipating, but a dull, thumping agonising pain shot through her backside. Nevertheless, she was determined to see this through, and in a moment of clarity she managed to unclench her sphincter, angle the plug perfectly, and slowly started pushing inside of her. It felt enormous, completely stretching her open as it inched its way inside. She gasped. She clenched. And in an instant she swallowed it whole, only the pink jewel sitting beautifully where a moment ago her little brown star was showing. Her breathing was heavy, her pussy was wetter than she could imagine, and everything felt just a little uncomfortable. A good kind of uncomfortable.
Getting dressed, walking, sitting – there was nothing she could do that did not remind her of what was going on inside of her panties. Every giggle made her clench. Every movement was a pleasurable reminder. And fuck, that one sneeze was one of the strangest sensations she has ever experienced.
‘Fuck off’ Carly said again, this time in response to Lillian making mention of the fact that she has never seen Carly wearing makeup before. Again Carly gave a sly smile, not only because of the secret in her panties, but also because of the lie she was keeping to herself. There was indeed a him. A much older ‘him’ who she was planning on meeting in person after her party was over.
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‘I want you wearing nothing but panties and a butt plug when I walk into the room’ read one of his texts. ‘I’m going to fuck you bloody like the good little whore you truly are’ read another. Edwin was a 42 year old married entrepreneur with a dark side. Carly met him on a fetish website where she had a lovely profile stating she was a Princess by day, slut by night looking for a rich Daddy to take care of her. She did not have any photos of herself on her profile, not wanting to actually post until she was of legal age. Her profile went live a week before her birthday, so she told herself it was semantics and did not care too much about the details. She was 18 today, and everything was on the up and up. After chatting to Edwin for a day or so, she made it abundantly clear what she was after and that he fit the bill. Naturally she had DM’s for days and just attending to her inbox was proving to be impossible. The world has no shortage of horny men it would seem. Edwin however was different. He was articulate but very direct. Dirty, deprived and absolutely fucked up, but worded it in beautiful prose.
Their arrangement was simple. One thousand NZ dollars for her virginity. He would get a hotel room, she’d check in first under his name, and then follow his instructions. Strip down bursa eskort to nothing but her panties, a plug in her asshole. She would lay down on the bed on her stomach, and wait for him to enter the room. He would place the money on the bedside table, have free reign of her body, and then leave. Carly’s excitement was through the fucking roof, and the birthday party could not drag on any slower if it tried. She ran the scenario in her head over and over. Her panties were absolutely drenched. ‘You aren’t allowed to play with yourself prior to our meeting. No coming unless I say so’ was another one of his instructions. Carly was excited, but not stupid. She was on the pill, and not taking any chances had Edwin prove to her his STD status in the form of a clinic report. He sent her an email with said results the Friday night.
Carly had one close friend, Stacy who lived next door to Carly’s mother’s house. Stacy was one year older than Carly, and also a proper closet slut. Carly trusted Stacy with her plans, and Stacy being the good friend she is acted not only as her alibi, them having told her parents that she would be spending her birthday evening at Stacy’s place, but would also be giving her a ride to the hotel and make sure that she was never in any real danger.
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Carly opened the door of the hotel room. Everything went swimmingly thus far, she merely had to give Edwin’s name at reception and without any questions asked she was handed the keycard. She switched on the light and had a look around. To her right was the bathroom, spacious with a generous shower. Passing the bathroom was the bedroom with a queen sized bed and white linen.
She placed her handbag which contained her cell phone in the tiny cupboard of the one bedside table, then proceeded to slightly pace around the room. Her nerves were finally catching up with her, but her excitement was so intoxicating that she was not about to chicken out. She could barely keep herself contained, and were it not for her wanting to follow instruction to the tee, she would have reached into her panties right then and there and proceeded to give herself at least one orgasm before Edwin would arrive.
Carly proceeded to pull her shirt over her head and place it on the chair which was opposite the bed. Next she kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slid them down to her ankles. Her pants were then also folded and placed on the same chair, followed lastly by her bra. Standing there, looking down at herself she could have sworn that she could see her heart beating in her chest. The thought was soon interrupted by a slight ding coming from the bedside table. She opened it, took out her cell phone and saw it was a text, not from Edwin but from Stacy. Stacy really was the truest of friends – she made herself comfortable at the hotel bar and would inform Carly the moment that Edwin got to reception. Carly quickly put her phone back in her handbag and returned it to the cupboard. This was suddenly very real, and she knew that Edwin was indeed there and on his way up to the room that very moment.
She got on the bed as instructed and laid down flat on her stomach. This was to be her first actual sexual experience. She wasn’t a virgin in the technical sense, having had a myriad of objects grace the inside of her vagina over the years, but never an actual cock attached to an actual person. The first minute felt like a lifetime. She envisioned him touching her. Reaching between her legs and touching her deliciously. Spreading her lips and finding her clit with ease. She was imagining having orgasm after orgasm as this older man ravished her, taking her body and giving it the sexual release she so desperately craved. Another minute went by. And then another. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour and she could literally feel her pussy pulsating in anticipation.
A beep. A handle. A door opening. She breathed deeply. Her face was looking in the other direction, again, as instructed. She wanted to give a sheepish hello or get up and start babbling nonsense, but she kept quiet and stayed in position as he told her to do. The door closed shut. He was inside the hotel room. A footstep. A second. A click. The room goes dark. There’s only a little bit of light entering the room from the lit bathroom. More footsteps. Uncontrollably she finds herself grasping tight on the white linen on the bed. Is he beside her? Is he watching? Is he contemplating leaving?
A figure suddenly fills her vision, right in front of her, next to the bed. All she sees is his silhouetted body. He’s naked. Her eyes immediately radiate towards his groin, but she can’t make out much detail. She has seen photos of his manhood, but craved to see it in person. He was big, but not enormous, or at least that’s what it looked like in the picture he sent. He places something on the nightstand, and before she can check to see if it was indeed the agreed upon cash, she felt his hand on the nape of her neck. He ran his hand over her back towards her bottom as he moved out of her line of sight towards the foot of the bed. His hand moved over to her right hip. Then a second hand, on her left hip. Gently yet firmly his hands instructed her to get her ass up in the air. She obeyed. ‘Good girl’ he whispers – the first time any words were spoken.
Carly, at this moment, wants it all. She wants his tongue. She wants his cock deep inside of her. She wants to feel his hands on her breasts while having her nipples pinched. She is going crazy with desire and feels like screaming at the top of her lungs. He reaches under the elastic of her panties and starts pulling them down to where her knees are meeting the mattress. She feels exposed, knowing he is looking directly at her plugged asshole and dripping hairy pussy – even in the dimly lit hotel room she knew she was on full display. His one hand takes its place on her right hip once more, and with the other he runs his thumb through her slit, from vaginal opening to her clit. She feels like she is going to explode as his thumb moves away. She collects herself momentarily, realising how loudly she was gasping at his touch. She feels something pushing against her pussy. His cock is right up against her. He traces the same steps he took earlier with his thumb, running the head of his cock from her opening, through her slit to her clit and back up again. He does this about three or four times before he stops right against her pulsating tunnel. She breathes deeply. He says nothing. His hands take position on her ass cheeks, thumbs pointing inward. He stretches her cheeks apart. She can feel her lips parting as he does this, his cock right there. He gives a massive exhale he pushes forward with his body weight, the tip of his penis entering her. He goes slowly but at a constant speed. Pushing more and more until he is completely inside of her. The sensation of being filled, combined with the plug still in her ass makes her grab the sheets once more, tightly. Her eyes close instinctively. The feeling is overwhelmingly amazing.
He pulls back, sliding out of her until only the head of his cock remains inside of her, then slams back into her, fast and hard this time. She moans. Back again. And in. His hands tighten around her waist and he starts pounding her, giving a couple of audible grunts as he does. She can’t control the sounds coming from her mouth. Simply put this feels phenomenal. And the thought of how terribly wrong this whole situation is is just adding to her building ecstasy. He slams into her a few more times, hands gripping tightly. This is it, this is what sex actually feels like. She is loving it, and her entire body is telling her that she was made for this. ‘Please fuck, more, more’ she thinks to herself. He suddenly stiffens, stops, grabs her tight. She can feel his cock pulsating inside of her while staying in one place. He groans loudly. ‘No, please fuck no’ she thinks to herself. I need more.
He pulls out and gives her one slap on the right cheek as he does. ‘Good girl’ he mumbles as he steps away from the bed. She is flabbergasted. She can’t move or say anything. A click. Light. A handle. A door closing. She’s alone.
She turns over on her back and sits up in the bed. He’s really gone. Just like that. Carly has no idea what to make of this situation. She reaches between her legs and runs a finger down her slit into her pussy. She is leaking what seems to be an enormous amount of cum. She’s never seen, smelt or tasted cum before, and now her first encounter with it is much the same as everything else. Alone.
She lets it coat her fingers before she brings it up to her face. It’s sticky yet runny at the same time, probably because it is mixed with her extreme wetness. Her heart rate again shoots up as she decides she wants to taste it. She licks it. Then sucks on her fingers. More. She wants more. She sits forward on her knees, lifting herself off the bed. She reaches a cupped hand between her legs and tries to push what is inside of her out into her palm. It’s a lot. Thicker than she imagined. Some of it is left dangling from her lips as she brings her hand to her face. She looks at it. Then smells it. Before she knows it she starts lapping it up, wanting to experience all of it.
Carly is besides herself, overwhelmed with sensation. She keeps his cum in her mouth, not swallowing yet. She wants to taste it for as long as possible. She lies back down, and reaches between her legs. She starts fingering herself, covering her fingers in what is left of his cum in her pussy. The thought of a fluid which was created inside of another person, now inside of her drives her insane. She runs her fingers over the length of her pussy to her clit, using the slimy residue as lubrication as she rubs her clit vigorously, all the while sploshing the cum in her mouth around with her tongue. She is salivating, filling her mouth even more. She can feel herself getting extremely close to orgasm. With her other hand she pinches a nipple, hard. She starts feeling her pussy pulsate, a release shooting through her body, emanating from her stomach, running down through her uterus and exploding at her sensitive clit. She convulses with pleasure, her pussy pulsating along with her asshole, which is clutching tightly on the plug inside. As these sensations overwhelm her, she swallows what she has in her mouth, adding to her full body orgasm. She’s left shaking, panting, sweating. Her knees are actually weak and she is literally seeing spots. The first thought that enters her mind, the moment she can actually start forming thoughts again, is why does she have to experience this on her own. Why couldn’t he still be here? Why couldn’t he be the one to give her this orgasm so that she can collapse in his arms afterwards. ‘This fucking sucks’.
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