There was a light knock on the door. The person didn’t wait for me to say anything but simply started turning the door handle, and I knew someone was entering. I was scared and relieved when I saw Mr. Gold.

Wary of my attire, I quickly wrapped the robe around me tightly, and as I started to tie it, he closed the door and said, “Don’t. I can make you feel better; lay back down on the bed.” I lay back down as I wrapped my robe around me tighter.

“No, not with the robe.”

I looked at him, shocked by his request, and he simply nodded as if to confirm what he had just said.

I took the robe off and flung it on the floor. It seemed to arouse him because he said, “Nice.” His voice was husky and sent shivers through me. I should be afraid, being naked with a mature man, but I felt beautiful and powerful. It was a new sensation, and I didn’t want it to end.

I rose onto the bed slowly, fully exposing my big arse. He followed me, and as I lay with no bra and no panties, he asked, “Were you waiting for me?”

I nodded. In a way, I was waiting for him. I knew he wanted me. The way I felt right now, I needed something, especially him. I didn’t care that he was taking advantage, or that he would take my virginity, and I would never see him again because I just needed to be loved. I wanted this one thing from him. He could do it over and over and over again.

He started to play with my feet. At first, it was ticklish, and then I started to feel a different type of feeling. The one that I got whenever I’d watched porn a couple of times. I watched it to learn about sex and to learn about pleasing myself. At the time, I figured at this rate that I would be a virgin for eternity. I watched him as he stroked my feet, and I imagined his hands riding up higher.

I have generously sized breasts that I hoped would stay that way as I grew older.

He sat at the foot of the bed as he played with my feet. At first, I watched him until he said, “Close your eyes.” I did everything he asked because I hoped that in all his madness, he would do the one thing that I desired, and that was to make love to me.

As my eyes closed, I felt something soft and moist tracing lines up and down the inside of my thighs. At first, I thought it was his fingers, then I wondered if it was his dick, but as it became moister, I realized that it was his tongue. It felt warm, sending tingling sensations up and down my body.

I started to arch my back slightly, and then I felt his mouth on my nipples. They were taut and straining for him. He started sucking on them harder and harder as if he were pulling on a straw. I started to feel pleasure and even pain at times. He would bite them and then mildly lick them. His movements were gentle and slow. I couldn’t fault him for anything he was doing, but there was one thing I craved, one thing I hoped he would do again. I wanted him to kiss me.

Instead, his tongue explored my body. It raced down my stomach and into the palms of my hand. I cupped his face, and he nuzzled in my hand like a baby. The whole experience was sensual. He was not simply going to have sex with me but enjoy me, too. It sent waves of pleasure and passion down my spine.

He increased the pace and changed direction. I wanted to open my eyes, but I was scared. If I did, then he might decide not to enter me. He started growling and picking up the pace. I started to moan louder as he became rougher and somewhat forceful, though I didn’t deny him any part of my body.

Fuck me! I shouted in my mind, and it was as if he had read my thoughts and knew my body, which had begun to ache as he cupped my breasts and pulled on them. He pulled them so hard that I let out a light scream.

“Yes, I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget it!”

Good was the word that entered my mind as I heard him unzip his trousers and rip the condom which prompted me to straighten my legs up in the air.

I gritted my teeth together because it hurt so much, and I found myself back in the pleasure and pain zone.

“You’re so tight. You’re a virgin—just the way I like it.”

It was sore. He was opening up my pussy, and I could feel the walls stretching as he reached further inside. I was going through pleasure and pain at the same time. As my wetness increased, the pain decreased, and the pleasure began to take over.

I was so overcome and aroused at the same time.

I felt everything in me shake and it scared me; he was so big or maybe, as he said, I was so tight that it felt like my body was ripped apart. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream so loud, so I only whimpered while biting my teeth at the same time.

I held my butt in the air so he could thrust into me over and over again. As I began to relax and arch my back more, he stopped and withdrew himself from me. He lay down next to me and said, “I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

Is that what was happening?

Was I coming? How did he know and I didn’t?

I had read about it in Fifty Shades of Grey. I assumed that was what they were doing in the two porn movies I watched. However, they were so mechanical that it was hard to determine exactly how I felt.

“That fucking ass just turns me on,” he whimpered as he lifted my leg and shoved his fat cock into me one more time. Then he rocked back and forth. I held onto his butt, and it was only at then that it dawned on me that he had not removed any of his clothes. Here I was naked, and he was fully dressed, probably so he could make a quick exit after he had finished.

His hands were hungry over my body. One minute they were gripping tightly onto my arse, the next they were fondling my nipples, and other times they were holding my breast—or as much as he could scoop in one hand. He was hungry to fuck me, and I was ready to receive him. I started to sweat, but I got the impression he was doing most of the work.

I had the same feeling overtake my body. I began to jerk as I realized it was happening again. It excited me but frightened me at the same time. I realized that for the first time in my life, I was going to climax.

I bit his arm hard, and he screamed and then laughed a wicked laugh. Just then, I felt his come. I released him because I felt all my energy draining from my body as I climaxed. I licked my lips and thought how twenty minutes ago, or maybe longer, I was a virgin—and now I no longer fit that category.

I fell asleep, too, knowing this was the best night of my life and wishing that there were more nights like this but, I think that once I become pregnant, they will stop.