Vestal is the Canadian who walks the submarine museum, giving tours, checking tickets, and describing with pride her nation’s spy efforts during the Cold War. But not too far from her daily fervor in depicting the inner workings of the decommissioned vessel to veterans of the Royal Canadian Navy, is her phone, with even more vivid depictions of what she desperately wants to be done to her adult virgin body.
Head to toe. Every hole. Every way. Rough. Passionate. Angrily executed.
Her phone triggers another notification from the fake relationship she has come to grips with is not going to happen. This time, she ignores it.
“Ugh, seriously? I’m working.” And she hopes it goes away.
“Fuck. I’ll deal with it later.” Her shift is over and she proceeds to go change into her street clothes from the naval museum garb.
Clicking on her messages. A few more dings coming in. She reads the line “You look sexy in jean shorts, but naval blue would have been just as nice. Don’t expect either would’ve stayed on long.“
She looks over to see the man from the pictures standing by his rental SUV. He lives over 1,000 miles away, in the States.
Her height reminiscent of a runway model, the tall drink of water proceeds through the glass doors to meet him in the parking lot with questions and butterflies and more questions and more butterflies with each step closer.
“God damn this fucker is hot,” she thinks. He is thinking the same thing about her.
“When did you…ugh? Wait? Ugh? How long? Ugh? Wait? Are you fucking serious?”
He just laughed. He already knew that her schedule was free because he’d been asking bizarre questions all week.
“Just shut up. Get over here. And kiss me like you fucking mean it.”
So she did.
A virgin in every sense of the word. Their conversations were interesting to him because she was pure as white snow, never even knowing the mental commitment involved in giving a blowjob. She was new to it all.
Not for long. He was going to fuck her. He was going to fuck her face. He was going to be who he is; a Dominant male. He would have never pursued this if he thought she was mentally immature. She was far from it. She was ready. She would embrace the anger fuck.
In no time after getting her wet and horny and he getting equally turned on, they hopped in his car and drove 200 meters to the edge of a dead-end road near the marina.
That’s when she crossed her first hurdle. Pulling his cock out, eyeballing him in the process, she slipped her tongue and lips right over the head of his cock and tasted precum for the very first time.
He remembered thinking when she pulled her top off with so much excitement it was a combination of an adorable quality mixed with pure, raw sexiness.
The consistency was new to her. The taste. The gagging. The moans she heard. The way she practiced giving blowjobs on inanimate objects and recognizing in her real-life person the reaction was different when she tongued the tip, shaft, balls.
Each practiced action from her earlier days in her thoughts. Each porn image circles through her mind, telling herself not to forget to look up at him, gag, use lots of saliva, stroke the shaft constantly.
Her confidence is shaken when he doesn’t cum right away.
“Oh my fucking god, Kitten you are amazing,” he says. It’s just the verbal reward she needed to get even more into it. Deepthroating him, holding there, and with her fingers, counting as if she were underwater, for him to see.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 and a quarter, 9 and a half, 9 and three quarters, 10.
It’s almost adorable to witness. She is in love with sucking cock.
“Cute. She has no idea what is about to hit her.”
He throws down the seats and they climb in the back and takes her bottoms off. He has been with a virgin before, about two decades earlier, and he remembers thinking that he would handle it differently if given the chance. Well, here is the chance.
He allowed her to climb on, grab his hard cock, which he covered in spit along with her lips, and then she felt the feeling she had been dying to feel.
Well into adulthood, she just never took that leap. Here she is, in the back of the car, having sex in public, for the first time, and it could not be more perfect. No, she wasn’t going to marry him. No, she wasn’t even going to see him next week. But the cock inside her made her feel a feeling that could not have been better.
It hurt, but a good hurt. And soon the hurt was gone. And he starting pushing into her harder and harder and she started bouncing into him more and more.
“That’s it. Now I am gonna fuck this little bitch. She has felt Mr Romance so far. Time for Daddy Dom. Time to feel my passion.“
Grabbing her by the hair he throws her on her back and opens the hatch. He fingers her good until she is soaking.
He slaps his cock right up against her newly christened cunt. Leans forward. Grabs her neck, squeezes, until he sees the fear forming inside her eyes. Then he drives his cock deep inside her and with fury.
Wet as a woman can get, he pounded her pussy and rubbed her clit until her legs because jerking and he saw the orgasm within her begin the crest.
“What you are feeling is a vaginal orgasm about to wipe you out. Run with it. Trust me.”
Slapping her pussy and tits. Grabbing her neck and hair. And driving himself into her, she begins to hit her peaks. First a clitoral orgasm wipes her out and just as she is feeling the effects leave her body she cums again, although this feeling is entirely new to her.
“Cum Kitten. Cum for me.”
Pulling his wet dick out he sees her to the ground and shoves his cock in her mouth.
“Oh Daddy, I taste so good.”
He loved seeing her embrace the sexual tigress within herself. A slut is emerging. A slut, pure as white snow.
A car drives by to see, as it approaches, a naked woman, at her knees, bending down as he cums all over her mouth and face. She hears it pass, giggles, and hears the double-honk in appreciation for the job well done.
“Good girl, Kitten. You did good, baby girl. See, even the people in the car think so.”