EroticReverie

Anastasia Adwell

Miles holds out one of the flutes and I sheepishly take it with a forced smile. 

“Cheers. To me making your dreams come true Anastasia.” He smiles and clinks our glasses. 

To HIM Making them come true? I’d done all the work to get here, hadn’t I? I take a tiny sip anyways and then set down the glass. 

“You could’ve gotten more comfortable than that.” He says and looks me up and down. 

“Nobody’s here, it’s just us, there’s no need to be shy.” He says and I just nervously laugh and he sets down his glass. 

He walks over the few steps to me and I swallow, looking up at him. He’s probably a little under six foot or so to my five foot five. 

He smiles at me and reaches his hand to the hem of my shirt. 

“Why don’t we we make you more comfortable” he says and I open my mouth to protest but it dies on my lips as he dips his mouth down quickly and crashes his mouth to mine as his hands lift my shirt and I gasp. 

“Miles-i…I don’t think” my protest dies again as he lifts my shirt right up and I lift my arms. 

“Are you on birth control?” He asks me as he tosses my shirt. 

“Wh-what?” I stammer. As he pulls me to him and locks his mouth back to mine and his one hand is behind my head and in my hair and his tongue is in my mouth and his other hand unsnaps the clasp of my bra at my back. 

“Birth control, are you on it?” He asks and then my bra drops and I shake slightly as he looks down at my tits and groans. 

“Y-yes, but I-“ 

You can’t stop him.  You’ll piss him off. You’ll ruin your chances. You can’t tell him to stop Anastasia. 

“Mmm, good to hear” he says. “Not only are you sexy, but you’re smart too” he groans and I gasp as he pushes my pants down. 

Would having sex with Miles be the worst thing in the world? No. But , I hated how it felt , it didn’t feel right. Not like this. Not with my teacher. And not with him just helping himself to removing my clothes without even asking if I want this.  

“I…I’ve never done this before” I say as he strips my pants and underwear down to my ankles and he groans. 

“Are you a virgin Anastasia?” His asks. Looking up at me. His eyes flaring. A hungry look in his eyes. A slight grin. How do I answer that ? No because I was raped by a man three months ago ? 

I nod. Because fuck the psychopath. He didn’t get to claim that from me. I hadn’t wanted it. But here I was , about to LET another man take something from me that I never expressed wanting to give. 

“Mmmm, I’ll be good to you Anastasia, don’t worry” he asks and I whimper and he kisses up the patch of hair between my legs and back down. 

“Have you ever had a man lick your beautiful cunt?” He asks and I shake my head. Legs shaking in another way as he spreads them apart slightly and I reach out behind me to the  ledge of the balcony as he swipes his tongue up between my pussy lips and my breath jumps as his tongue flicks my clit. 

“Would you like me to eat your pussy Anastasia? I want you wet for your first time.” He groans and licks me again without taking an answer and I moan. Because. Yes. It felt good. No. I wasn’t sure I wanted this. And no. I didn’t want to tell him no. Because I didn’t trust he wouldn’t toss me out of the school for rejecting him. 

He licks and licks , groaning against my pussy. My arousal coming from my body whether I want it to or not. Biting my lip as I watch Miles lick my pussy. My lip slipping from my teeth as I give in and my head goes back as I cry out when I feel his lips suck at my clit. 

It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all. In fact, nothing had ever felt this good before. Would it be so bad to just let him keep going , to let him have me?

“Your cunt is fantastic” he groans and sucks my clit again and then stands as I pant.

“Turn around.” He says and I shiver , but do as I’m told and I hear the shuffle

Of his boxers. My eyes going down to the floor as I see him kick them off to the side. 

“Hands on the ledge Anastasia , bend over a little” he says and I do as I’m told. 

“Be gentle” I whisper and he groans. 

“Of course” he says and then pushes the head of his cock against where it aches, against where my arousal is the most obvious and he thrusts into me. It’s not too hard. But it’s deep. He fills me entirely in one thrust , making my knees buckle slightly from the impact of his cock hitting deep inside of me. I let out a yelp and he groans. 

I wouldn’t call it gentle. 

“Your virgin cunt is so tight Anastasia” he groans and I whimper as he thrusts again. It’s harder. And the next thrust is harder than that.  Tears fill my eyes as he grabs my hips and groans. 

“You sexy fucking ballerinas just love to tease my cock” he grunts and thrusts harder and I yelp. Hissing as he grips my hips and pounds harder. I let out scream, my voice croaking as tears spill down my cheeks. 

I’m crying. And he doesn’t care. 

He keeps going , groaning my name as he fucks me faster. My hands pushing at the ledge and bracing myself. My tits bouncing and my heels of my feet leaving the ground with each thrust as I cry. 

It hurts. Maybe not as much as it did the first time that my virginity was stolen from me. But it still hurt. And he wasn’t being gentle. 

I wince from the pain , and tears streak my face as I sniffle and cry as quietly as I can. But little sobs break out from my lips. He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. 

And after he cums inside of me. He doesn’t apologize for my tears. 

“I’ll need that, at least once a week, if not more” he says and kisses my shoulder and slaps my ass as I stand there fucking crying , naked , with my hands on the ledge and his cum dripping out of me. 

“Get some rest. I might want to fuck again in the morning. Not bad for a first time. You took it well.” He says and ignores my crying and sniffles and leaves me there on his balcony to go to his room.