His cock is so damn big under those briefs, it's straining against the fabric, and I want to see how big he is. I want it to be so big it will hurt, so big it will make me scream. I want Brett to hold me by the hair and fuck me hard.

My fingers are slippery wet.

"I'm so ready for you. My pussy is wet for you. See what you do to me, Brett? This is what happens every time I take a shower. Sometimes I shower three times a day. I can't get enough. All I want is my pussy to be filled with your cock. I think about it so often, so much, I can't even focus on school." The words tumble out of me. He must love the sound of my voice, because he takes off his underpants, and that cock of his is longer than a mother-fucking ruler.

I don't even know what to call it, it isn't a dick. It certainly isn't a magical creature -- though it is otherworldly. This is the cock porn stars dream of having, the cock those silly girls in the college dorm think about. This is the cock that I get. For my very first time.

"Your pussy is wet, but I think it can get wetter." Brett steps toward me in his muscular nudity, a deep V leading my eyes to his cock. He strokes himself up and down as he walks towards me. "You like what you see baby?" His words are thick and hot. I stop fingering myself as he steps closer, so he can get a better view of my cunt. I lift my fingers from my pussy and press a juicy hand across his chest.

"You want me to take this top off?" I ask him, my pussy pulsing. He doesn't answer, but pulls me out of the chair, tugs the ribbon on the corset, pulling the corset apart, letting my breasts tumble out. My hand is on his cock in a moment, but I can't wrap my hand around him, his cock is too big for my fingers to meet. My eyes flutter thinking about how big it's gonna be for my pussy.

His cock is warm and soft. I stroke him as my pussy juice drips down my leg.

He palms my breasts, lifting one into his mouth as he sucks on my nipple.

"I remember one time when you walked down the hall toward my office, you dropped a piece of paper outside the door just so you could bend over. So, I could see your little ass crack and your perfect pussy. You have been such a dick tease for so long. But Ella, no more teasing."

"No more teasing," I say breathlessly. Relishing in the fact that he was watching me. All that time, all those years.

His hand dips between my pussy folds. The idea of there not being fabric where there should be is what I love that about these crotchless panties. They turn me on so much. The forbidden, the taboo. The dirty.

When his fingers graze my clit, when he slips in a finger, grinding his hand against my pussy, I never want it to stop

Apparently, I’m not very good at finger banging. Brett wraps one of my legs around his waist, and the two of us sink down, my ass finding the armchair again and him tossing my legs over his shoulder. He starts pounding on my little pussy with his finger, harder, harder, harder. My tits bobbing up and down as he moves in and out of me.

"Your cock Brett, I want your cock now."

He grins, shaking his head.

"Your pussy needs to be stretched out a little bit. I don't want you to cry, baby.”

I'm moaning loudly as he adds another finger to my pussy.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard, Ella." I hear my juicy release as it pours out of me. And then he flicks his finger against my G spot—fast, faster, and faster yet, igniting my core. I cry out in pleasure, my little pussy sopping wet, my thigh highs wrapped around him, nearly falling off the chair as he pounds me with his hand.

"Oh my God, baby, you're a gusher?"

I shake my head not even knowing what that means.

"Is that a bad thing?" I ask.

"Baby, it's not bad at all. You could be a porn star with a cunt like this."

He's right, I am gushing, spraying him, and I moan as I orgasm thunderously.

"Oh my God, Brett. Oh my God," I moan.

"Your pussy is ready now, baby. My cock is hard and your pussy is wet. Right now all I need is for you to bend over."

"Don't use a condom," I tell him, something that I've already decided. "I want you to fuck me and I want to feel it. For the first time, I want it to be something I'll never forget."

"You're on the pill?" he asks.

"Yeah, I wanted to be ready for this moment, if it ever happened."

My words must really turn him on, because he slaps my ass hard and I feel the tip of his cock grind against my pussy. Up and down over my ass hole. Into my pussy, his tip is teasing me. Grinding against me just like when we were in the ocean together. My ass against his cock.

But this time there's nothing between us. No bikini, no swim trunks.

"I'm ready," I tell him.

He is too, because he pushes his length inside of me, my hands braced against the back of the chair. I'm on my knees, my ass against him, my pussy filled with his cock.

"Oh my God, are you all the way in?" I ask.

"Oh honey, not even close." He laughs, slapping my ass again before reaching in front of me and holding onto both of my breasts. "Your tits are so big, how do they fit in a bra?" He asks with such incredulity, I can't help but smile, I can't help but love the fact that his palms can't hold my breasts in the same way my fingers can't circle around his cock.

"So you're a tit man? Not an ass guy?"

"Oh baby, your tits are gorgeous. So round and so perky. Do me a favor, stop wearing a bra. Okay?"

"Brett ... I could never," I say laughing before he runs his fingers over my nipples squeezing them hard and barreling his cock deeper in my pussy.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me now.

"Oh my God." I shake my head, my pussy thrumming as he fills me up so completely. This is better than my fingers. This is better than his fingers.

This is deeper, this is complete.

"Brett, if you keep fucking me like this, I swear to God I'll never wear a bra again. In fact, I'll stop wearing panties too. If it means you'll be inside me more."

He pulls my hair back with a hand, brings my ear closer to his mouth. He kisses me on my earlobe as he rams his cock into my cunt, again and again.

It hurts, but in a good way. In a way, my body is no longer my own.

He comes in me, hard and fast, his release so complete that it brings me to orgasm again.

I can't see. I can't breathe. My legs shake. My heart races. Our bodies pressed together in sweat and satisfaction.

Brett's phone starts ringing. My phone starts ringing.

He pulls his cock from my pussy, and I turn around reaching for a tissue on the table, wiping myself, remembering to breathe.

His reaches for his pants pocket and pulls out his phone. He is naked, his still hard cock tempting me. Without thinking, I drop my knees wanting to lick him right then and there.

Just as my mouth is about to circle around his cock, as my tongue licks a drop of semen left behind I hear him groan.

"Fuck, Ella. This is bad."

I look up at him, his shaft still in my grip. I've never wanted anything in my mouth as bad as I want his cock. His salty come on my lips. Now.

"What is it?"

"Kari. She's here, just got dropped off in a taxi. Apparently, her plane was delayed by five hours because of the storm. So, she’s coming to ride with us."

"Fuck, she's here? Now?"

"Yes, she's walking to the hangar as we speak."