Chapter 19: The Virgin's First Time
The pizza box was still on the floor, grease staining the cardboard, when the knock came. Aidan froze, a towel around his waist, his hair damp from the shower. The scent of cheap body wash couldn’t mask the deeper, muskier smell of sex that clung to the room. Megan, fully dressed now in tight jeans and a crop top, moved with unhurried certainty.She winked at him as she passed.
“Showtime.”
She opened the door. Two girls stood there, backlit by the fluorescent hall light. Jada was tall, elegant, with a sharp, assessing gaze that swept past Megan to land on Aidan.She carried a small, expensive-looking handbag. Beside her, Chloe seemed to float in an oversized knit sweater, her delicate frame practically disappearing inside it. Her eyes were enormous, dark pools of apprehension.“Hey.Come in,” Megan said, her voice breezy. “Don’t mind the mess.”
The door clicked shut.The room felt smaller, airless. Jada leaned against the desk, crossing her arms. Chloe remained by the door, as if planning an escape route.“So, Chloe,” Megan began, not unkindly. “You know why you’re here, right?You agreed.”
Chloe nodded, a tiny, jerky motion. Her eyes darted to Aidan, then to the floor.
“And you’re cool with Jada filming?For her private collection. No faces if you don’t want.”
Another nod.“No faces,” Chloe whispered.Jada already had her phone out. “I’ll get the angles. You just… be natural.” Her voice was calm, almost detached, but her eyes burned with a focused intensity as she looked at Aidan.
Megan walked over to Aidan and tugged the towel from his waist.It pooled at his feet. He stood there, exposed, as Chloe’s gaze was drawn irrevocably downward.Her breath hitched. He saw it, the flinch, the momentary fear at his size. The familiar pang of self-consciousness twisted in his gut, followed immediately by a surge of hardness. Her fear, her innocence, the clinical nature of this—it was all fuel.“On the bed, Chloe,” Megan instructed softly.
Chloe moved like a sleepwalker. She perched on the edge of the sagging futon, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her sweater.Aidan approached, the worn floorboards cool under his feet. He knelt before her, capturing her gaze with his own.
“Hey,” he said, his Yorkshire accent softening the word.“It’s Chloe, right?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“We don’t do anything you don’t want.Okay?You say stop, we stop.” He meant it. The monstrosity of the situation warred with a ingrained need to care for the person in front of him.She nodded, her lips trembling.“I want to. I’m just… scared.”
“I know.That’s okay.” He reached for the hem of her sweater. “Can I?”
She lifted her arms, a childlike gesture.He pulled the soft wool over her head. Underneath, she wore a simple cotton bra. Her skin was the color of dark honey, smooth and unmarked.He unhooked her bra, letting her small, perfect breasts fall free. Her nipples were tight, dark buds against the lighter areolas. He leaned forward and took one into his mouth, suckling gently.A soft gasp escaped her. He felt her body arch slightly, pushing into his mouth. One of his hands cupped her other breast, thumb brushing her nipple, while his other hand slid down her stomach, over the waistband of her leggings. He found her warmth through the fabric, pressed his palm against her.She was hot.Soaking wet.
“See?” he murmured against her skin, transferring his mouth to her throat. “Your body knows what it wants. It’s ready for me.”
He hooked his fingers into her leggings and underwear, peeling them down her thighs, her calves, off her feet. She lay back on the bed, naked and trembling.He parted her legs, kneeling between them. Jada was there, phone held steady, the lens a silent, observant eye capturing the glistening proof of Chloe’s desire.Aidan ran a single finger through her folds, slicking himself with her wetness. He guided his cock, positioning the broad, purple head against her entrance. She was so small, so tight.He looked into her eyes, saw the trust mingled with terror.
“Deep breath,” he whispered.“Let it out slowly.”
She obeyed, her chest falling.He pushed forward.
The resistance was fierce, a tight, clutching ring of virgin flesh yielding to relentless pressure. Her mouth opened in a silent ‘O’, then a sharp, ragged cry tore from her throat. Jada zoomed in, the phone capturing the profound moment of violation—the slow, inexorable disappearance of his thick, pale shaft into her dark, petite body. An inch, then two, the stretch unbearable, beautiful.“Fuck,” Jada breathed behind the camera, her clinical detachment gone.
Aidan was sheathed fully, buried to the hilt in her clinging, impossibly tight heat. He held there, letting her adjust, letting her walls pulse and flutter around him. Tears leaked from the corners of Chloe’s eyes.He kissed them away. “You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his voice rough.“Such a good girl.So tight for me. Your perfect little pussy is hugging my cock.”
He began to move. Withdrawing slowly, watching her stretched, glistening lips cling to him, then pushing back in with the same deliberate, deep control.Each stroke was a conquest, a claiming. Her cries shifted, the pain melting, transmuting into something else, higher-pitched, desperate. Her hips began to meet his, tentatively at first, then with need.“Oh god,” she whimpered. “It’s… it’s so much.”
“You can take it,” he grunted, his own control fraying. The sight was obscene, the sheer scale of him pistoning into her tiny frame. The wet, rhythmic slap of their joining filled the room.“You’re taking every fucking inch. Such a dirty little virgin, aren’t you? Letting a stranger fuck you while your friend watches.”
His filthy words, instead of shaming her, seemed to unlock something. Her back arched, her head thrashing on the pillow.“Yes!Yes! Oh, Aidan!”
Hearing his name screamed in that broken, perfect voice undid him. His thrusts became harder, faster, pounding into her with a bruising force that shook the bedframe. He could feel her climax building, her inner muscles clamping down in frantic waves.“Come for me, Chloe,” he commanded. “Come all over this big white cock.”
She shattered. A raw, shattered scream ripped from her lungs as her body convulsed, her pussy milking him violently.The intensity triggered his own release. With a guttural roar, he drove into her one last time, hilt-deep, and erupted.Hot jets of cum flooded her deepest recesses, painting her insides. He collapsed over her, spent, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
For a long moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Jada lowered her phone, her face flushed, her own hand subtly pressed between her thighs.Then Megan’s voice cut through the haze.“Beautiful. Absolutely fucking beautiful.” She walked to the bed.“Alright, Chloe.Up you get. Bathroom’s there if you need.”
Chloe moved, wincing slightly as Aidan pulled out. A trickle of their combined fluids leaked onto the bed. She shuffled to the bathroom, a dazed look on her face.Jada set her phone on the desk.Her hands were not quite steady. Without a word, she stripped, revealing a long, athletic body. She pushed Aidan, who was still kneeling on the bed, onto his back. She straddled his face, lowering her wet cunt onto his mouth.“Lick me clean,” she ordered, her voice husky. “You did good with her. Now do good for me.”
As Aidan’s tongue delved into her, he felt Megan’s hands on his hips.She was guiding Chloe back to the bed. “On your hands and knees, love,” Megan told her. “You’re not done yet.”
Aidan turned his head slightly, watching as Megan positioned the wobbly, compliant Chloe on all fours. Megan took his still-softening cock in her hand, stroking him back to life with a few efficient tugs. He hardened swiftly under her touch, fueled by the degradation, the multiplicity of it all.Megan guided him to Chloe’s entrance from behind. Jada ground down on his face, muffling his groan as he pushed back into Chloe’s sore, freshly fucked, cum-filled pussy.It was even tighter this time, a slick, used heat. He began to thrust, his rhythm finding a ragged syncopation with Jada’s movements on his mouth. The room dissolved into a chorus of wet sounds, gasped commands, and the creak of the bed.He was a machine.A service animal. And as he fucked one girl and pleasured another, with Megan watching, judging, directing, he knew with terrifying clarity that the queue was only just beginning to move.The video was out there. And the door was never going to be locked again.