Lorraine felt as if Griffin’s seduction had begun long before she dropped her dress to the bedroom floor. Griffin had been dressed with elegance and dash—a perfectly tailored Armani suit. He’d been courteous and attentive; his hotel room was seen to in every detail.

Griffin stood behind Lorraine, his strong hands on her smooth, naked shoulders. The lights of Denver twinkled beyond the window, stretching out like an electric sea. His voice was low and grainy, his cologne rich in her lungs. “You’ve waited a long time,” he said, and the words rang in her ears, in her heart, and in her soul. It was only at that moment that Lorraine realized just how long she’d waited, and just how terrible that wait had been.

But it was about to end, and Lorraine trembled to imagine what that would be like. She wouldn’t have to imagine it for long, and her mind ceased to wander. She was fixed on Griffin, following his every cue. She knew he was a master—he radiated that confidence, that strength. He would guide her and she would follow, the two stepping into an adventure that would change her life forever, even redefine it. Lorraine couldn’t wait for Griffin to wave that magical wand over her and begin the transformation.

But he was in no rush, and she could sense that Griffin was delighting in her anticipation, teasing her with his patience.

“You’ve been afraid, Lorraine, but you don’t have to be afraid anymore; you never have to be afraid of anything again…unless you want to be.” A little gasp leaked up out of her throat—involuntary, surprising even her.

Lorraine’s senses felt keener, sharper than ever, as if they were just coming to life. She took a deep breath, leaning back against Griffin to feel his reedy muscles stretched across his perfect physique, muscular arms strong and powerful around her.

The sound of his voice rang in her ears and even deeper, shaking her to her core. “You’re about to begin a journey, Lorraine, to a place and a time and a person you’ve only imagined. And it begins with you, Lorraine, it begins…and ends…with you.”

But she knew it began with him, with this amazing man who she managed to bring to herself—a reward for her risk, and a whole new set of risks. But Lorraine felt no fear which followed her interaction with every man in her life. She could scarcely walk in front of a man on the street without flashbacks and worrying that she’d be rushed from behind. But Lorraine felt no fear in Griffin’s arms, only a rush of excitement and anticipation—a trembling of lust.

Though she wanted what was about to happen—needed it—there was something in Lorraine that stirred up uncertainty and a flash of hesitation. She took a step away from him, remorseful for her choice but unable to do anything else.

He seemed to read her desire to stand by her virtue. But she was not about to lose her virtue, she knew that; rather she was on the cusp of a world of new virtues and new vices.

New love.

When Griffin pulled Lorraine back, she spun and let herself fall right into his arms. Their lips pressed together, tongues introducing themselves—soft and warm and probing. Breath collected around them, hot against her cheeks and chin, Griffin’s rumbling voice growly and sexy in his throat.

“I want you to be relaxed, Lorraine. I can feel that you’re nervous; I know you’re excited. But the first thing you need to know is that I’m going to take care of you, Lorraine. And I’m going to make you cum. You understand me?”

She nodded, her lips moving as if to speak, but there were no words.

“I know you can cum, Lorraine; I know you cum so hard when you’re alone, working that tight little pussy. I know you came last night, when you were playing with yourself, thinking of me like I told you to do.” He slowly unbuttoned her sheer, midnight-blue blouse, exposing her cream lace bra, and wrapped his hand around her back as he unhooked her bra with ease. Lorraine hungrily moaned into his ear, her hot breath against his neck, goosebumps appearing instantly.

A little “yes” wriggled out of Lorraine’s mouth.

“I know there are times you can’t keep away from it—you can’t stop touching yourself, rubbing it just right…”

Lorraine nodded as she bit her lip in heated anticipation. She needed him. She needed his touch all over her. Griffin moved in and pulled his lips to hers—kissing passionately, his tongue diving into her mouth, gently sucking her bottom lip. He unzipped his pants and kicked them off as they dropped to the floor. Lorraine clumsily started unbuttoning his white dress shirt to reveal his muscular chest, protruding out like two boulders. She ripped it off his body in lusty impatience.

“Ohhhhhhhhh wow,” she breathed softly with utter delight. His body was one of a sex god, immaculately sculpted into perfection.

“I want you so much right now, baby.” His hands slid down the toned curves of her body to her thighs, slowly pulling down her skirt to reveal a pair of matching lace panties. The cool air touched her skin, and she moaned into his mouth as she felt his rock-hard erection against her thigh. The two of them ground against each other, naked in his hotel room, his hard cock brushing against her hips, her hairless crotch already dewy.

She reached down, wrapping her pale fingers around that pulsing girth, squeezing it hard. He was big, nearly too big, and Lorraine was almost afraid that she wouldn’t be able to take it all in. But she also knew that Griffin had been right, that Lorraine had been overwhelmed with sexual impulses which she had suppressed for a long time. She was long ready to step into her sexual power.

“Oh yeah, you’re so fucking hot,” Griffin said, his voice a quick rasp. “You’re a virgin and I know you are; I knew before you told me. I could sense it; I could feel it. I’ve felt this resonance, this intuition with you, Lorraine; I feel like I know you on such a deep level. And I love it! And so should you, sweet Lorraine, because it means that you know how good you are, you know what a hot little secret slut you are. And you’re too good for the boys you’ve met; there’s nobody in this town good enough be inside you, Lorraine, not one of them!”

Griffin’s hand found her breast, slick with her sweat as his fingers traced the curves and the undercarriage. Her nipples were hard, rising out to meet him, and his strong but supple fingers gave that nipple a little pinch and a flick that sent a wave of lusty passion through Lorraine’s chest, and then deeper—into her heart.

“But you’re gonna be my little slut, aren’t you? You’re gonna give up this mousey librarian lie you tell the world and release that hot, horny bitch who haunts you in your sleep, in the shower, when the hot water pours between your thighs, in that gorgeous little pussy of yours, just waiting for me…”

She nodded, but again she simply could find no words, and she didn’t need any. Her soft, breathy moan was her only response, all the promise either of them would need.

“Tell me you were waiting for me,” Griffin said. “You know that little pussy was meant just for me.” Lorraine nodded, and Griffin said, “Tell me…”

“Just for you, Griffin,” Lorraine whispered, “it’s just for you.”

“And I’m gonna have it,” he said with a special zeal, a flex of strength in his voice that was already inspiring Lorraine’s orgasm. “I’m gonna have all of it, Lorraine, and I won’t leave anything behind.” After another long, lusty kiss, Griffin lowered Lorraine back down onto the bed, her legs spreading as he knelt down, hands commandingly running up from her knees to her hips, sending waves of pleasure into her crotch and deeper still.

“You’re beautiful,” Griffin said, his voice hovering above her, settling in her crotch, sinking in, stirring and mixing with her own natural impulses. Griffin’s tongue ignited an electrical charge that shot through her as his hands wrapped around the outsides of Lorraine’s upper thighs.

She spread her legs as his tongue flicked and fluttered around her wriggling lips, her clit already unfolding before him. He covered every bit of her exposed tissue, different areas reacting to his scrupulous attention. Back and forth, in and out, Lorraine’s body rocked with pleasure, the backs of her legs contracting and goosebumps rising on her breasts and the backs of her arms.

Lorraine’s loins were burning, her hips shifting and rolling beneath Griffin’s masterful tongue; bolts of sexual ecstasy shot through her, her groin churning and clenching. Her pussy and his tongue were interacting, conjoining. Lorraine had never felt so in control of her own body, or more closely connected to it. Nothing was as it had been before, not even her own pussy. Griffin was revealing Lorraine to herself so she might be able to reveal herself to him, and to herself, and to the world.

Lorraine was fostering an orgasm, and Griffin was intent to help in any and every way. Griffin lowered his face onto Lorraine’s abdomen and hummed into her body. The vibration ran straight through her body, racing down her legs and up her torso, her lungs vibrating with his low, rumbling tone.

“I know you know about your G-spot,” Griffin said, “what about your U-spot, or your A-spot?” His tongue investigated Lorraine’s clit, revealing more about her own body than she’d ever imagined. “That’s right, you can feel it, you can feel your body coming to life, opening up like a beautiful sunrise, a force of nature!”

Griffin’s hand crept behind and under Lorraine, pressing against her ass cheek and giving it a good, hard squeeze. Lorraine’s muscles flexed, the small of her back arching as he squeezed again.

Griffin’s hand slipped farther, deeper, his finger finding her tight, virginal anus. She gasped in bewilderment. She was surprised, even confused, but that only added a sense of mystery, intrigue, danger. His finger slipped in; the pressure was terrific, a sensation Lorraine had never expected.

When Griffin pushed his finger in, Lorraine’s body erupted with orgasmic delight, vibrations humming through Lorraine’s wet pussy, nearly shaking her to the point of passing out.

Lorraine’s head lolled on the mattress, her own fingers finding her nipples and pinching them hard, relishing the sting. Pleasure below, a bit of pain above, and Lorraine found herself lost in the moment—no fear, no worry, not even anticipation. There was no more time for anticipation. As Griffin shifted above her, looming like some ancient hero, she spread her legs wider.

He placed the head of his throbbing cock at the dewy gates of her labia and let it rest there a moment. Griffin wanted her to know how big he was, how long and thrilling their lovemaking would be, and she could sense that. She had never imagined that her first experience would be with such a big unit, and one in the control of an absolute master. Lorraine’s imagination had been filled with terrible images of useless, nervous teenagers or brutal thugs and monsters.

Instead she felt as if she was in the shadow of a god.

“You feel perfect,” Griffin said, a gravelly rumble. “So tight, sooooo good.” He pushed it slowly in, his velvety head making contact with her wet opening, the width and length inspiring Lorraine to clamp her eyes shut, her face flushed. Her heart started beating faster and her breathing was sharp and laboured. Her senses focused on that singular point of contact, dancing on the edge of pain. The mixture of pain and aphrodisia that swirled together like a dark delicacy.

He went in just a few inches and paused, Lorraine’s lips clenching to wrap around him. She squeezed, teeth clenched, body already trembling with her blossoming orgasm. Griffin looked down on her from above, leaving his huge cock in her, immobile, before slowly drawing it back.

“That feel good, baby? You like that?” Lorraine swallowed hard, her eyes closed, nodding and sweating. “Feel it, sweet Lorraine, feel that cock inside your tight, perfect pussy. It’s the one you wanted, the one you needed!”

She nodded in agreement.

“It’s the only cock you’ll ever want, Lorraine; it’s such a perfect fucking fit, you know it’s what you’ve wanted… You wanted it so much, Lorraine, and for so fucking long!” Griffin slid in again, very slowly, caring and loving and just warming up. “You’re not going to have to wait anymore, Lorraine. No more waiting…no more…”

She shook her head to agree as Griffin began a regular rhythm, slowly moving in and out—just the first few inches. He increased his speed, thrusting faster, digging deeper into her aching, heated chamber. Moving his hips side to side with perfect precision, the pressure of his massive cock against other parts of her clit sent sparks of electric lust through her while her own hips matched Griffin’s for even more gratifying conflict.

Griffin went deeper, Lorraine’s jaws clenching as that thick girth pushed into her, slow and even. Griffin pulled back a bit, then began another regular rhythm as he drove his huge cock into her, in and out in a blinding flash. Circular patterns broke the rhythm to a terrific effect, Lorraine wanting to cry out as that huge hammer excited her every sense until she could barely breath and hardly move.

Griffin gave her tit a little slap, only enough to surprise and delight her, and a second slap fell just a bit harder—a delightful little sting.

“Now you’re gonna cum for me,” Griffin said. “I know you are because I can already feel you cumming; I can feel that cum streaming through your pussy, your legs, your whole body. But you’re only beginning to cum, Lorraine, and now you’re gonna cum like you’ve never cum before, like you didn’t know you could ever cum on your own!”

“Yes,” Lorraine barely managed to say, “please, God, yes…”

“All right then,” he said as he started pumping harder, easing her leg up to give him even more access. “You let that cum roll, Lorraine, feel it building up, stronger, more than you can handle. It’s too much, Lorraine, bigger than you’ve ever had before. And I know the lonely nights you’ve spent, how many times you lay there cumming all over yourself. But that’s nothing, Lorraine, now you’re gonna be a fountain of cum, an ocean pounding and churning and crashing.”

Lorraine felt as if Griffin were narrating her body, describing it and commanding it, making it happen and describing it in the same moment. His voice was inside her, mixing with her orgasm to possess her, control her, devour her.

“You love it, you little sexy slut; you love my huge cock inside you.”

“I do.” She trembled in utter sexual bliss.

“And you love how I make you cum, better than you’ve ever cum before.” Lorraine nodded, and Griffin said, “Tell me.”

“I’m…I’m gonna cum…better…than…ever…”

“That’s right, baby. We’re gonna make your fantasies come true; whatever you want is gonna happen, isn’t it…? Isn’t it?”

“It will, oh, God, yes it will!”

“And what you want is for me to cum inside you right now, isn’t it?” She nodded, and Griffin shouted, “Isn’t it?”

“It is,” Lorraine struggled to push out, “I want you to cum inside me…cum so hard…”

“Yeah, baby, yeah, gonna cum so hard in that tight perfect little cunt, cum while you cum…”

“Yeah…”

“Cum together, our hot cum inside you, so fucking hot inside you—”

“Oh, God, please!”

Words became shouts—hollers of passion that filled the hotel room, the bed shaking beneath them as their bodies clashed, banging and clapping and slapping and grinding, a cloud of musk around them, frenzied thrashing and bucking until both bodies were frozen in spasm. Even through the tide of her own salty sea, Lorraine could feel Griffin’s seed racing down his flinching cock and spitting into her as his muscular tool delivered its precious, pearlescent package.

Lorraine’s lips clamped down, milking that massive cock with an otherworldly hunger, trying her best to copycat the motions and techniques she’d previously seen online, her body trying to devour his, consume it, become it.

Their bodies relaxed and Lorraine fell into Griffin’s embrace. She laid her head on his muscular chest, a deep breath of their mutual musk filling her lungs—dizzying, intoxicating.

Lorraine couldn’t help feeling overrun with emotion; a tear ran down her face as she revelled in the aftermath of the moment she had been waiting for her whole life. She felt alive and awakened to the connection of her divine feminine energy.