Breaking His Virginity [MF cons Fdom 1st] 1/1
Breaking His Virginity

I see him. Little and frail. His desire for me. He doesn't know what to
say. I can see the lust in his eyes, it is like all the lust I see. Lust
for me. My nipples harden slightly with the thought. But he must not see
that, not yet. It is funny how dumb they can be. How awkward.. Shit, it
takes my best effort to get him to buy me a drink. He is scared.

He tries to put on his best mask of confidence. He tries to talk about
the weather, and computers, and other subjects that have no true
relevance. It is obvious he is a virgin. I have learned to tell the
signs. I can tell by his boasts of sexual prowess that not only does he
not have a clue, like most men, but he has no basis to talk. That is ok.
They all start that way. I help them. I teach them. I take them in my
arms, and I break them, and their hearts. I strengthen them, like water
tempers metal.

So he is trying to carry on this conversation with me. I can tell that
he wants to run away a few times, but his desperation keeps him there.
His eyes are those of a jackals in the headlights. He is not scared of
me, he is scared of himself, scared of his own doubts. I just represent
those fears. But I am that whom they can find salvation from those
fears. I grow slightly wet with the thoughts of the future.

How old I wonder is he.. He must be at least 24. Hmm.. Still a virgin at
24.. I wonder about people like that, is it a sign of strength or
weakness? I wonder what lie he tells himself.

So I show a little flesh to him, as he tries to babble something about
Pentium Processors. I can tell he notices, because his pants bulge
slightly.. He does a poor attempt of pretending not to notice his
hard-on, or that I noticed.. I hike my dress up a little more over my
thighs, then I whisper in his ear. “You want to blow this joint and come
back to my place?” So my pickup line isn't original, but they always go
for it.. Glad their men, men are easy.. If I tried to pick up a woman
with that....

……

I can see him shaking. “Don’t you turn off the lights or something….”

“Why, what is your fear? Don’t you want to see my full beauty.. Don’t
you want to see every detail?”

“Yes, I would love to see you, I mean.. I ..” He stammers something
stupid.

“Look here, stop that bullshit! You don’t know what the fuck to do? do
you?”

At this point they usually break down and cry, or they try to put on
some macho act.. I like when the cry… Maybe because I just get this
power trip off of it.. Or maybe I just like people who are more true
about themselves…

He broke down and cried.. “No, I don’t.. I’m sorry.. Your so.. I am
lost..”

I knew what to do next.. I had done this millions of times.. It has
become an art.. I moved close to him, and held him, like a mother.. They
all want their mother deep down in side.. Some type of Freudian thing.

“It’s ok.. Your ok.. You just have never done this before..” I laid his
head on my breast, which as his head lain down I could not help but sigh
slightly.

He had gone limp. “Yes, thanks. I’m sorry for crying like that.’

“You better damn well be sorry!” I scolded, “Do you think your ever
going to get a woman to bed like that?”

“No.. I’ve just about given up..”

“Look here. I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to take your virginity. I’m
going to make a man out of you. But you got to follow every thing I say.
No questions. And if you do so, then you’ll learn to be a good lover.
And if you don’t.. ”

When you got them by the balls, they will do anything.. I don’t know if
it is out of pleasure or pain.. I don’t always know the difference.

……..

He had left that evening. I didn’t sleep with him them. I gave him my
number, and I told him to call me the next evening right at 9.

“Hello?”

“Hello? It’s me…” I hear him answer on the other end. “You told me to
call you at 9”

“And how long have you been thinking of me?”

“All night.. All day.. I kept getting close to the phone to call
earlier, but then when the time came I almost couldn’t pick it up.”

“Good.” I said knowingly. At this point, I let them try to make the next
move.. So I’m silent.

After a moment, which I’m sure to him was an eternity. He says “So..
What do we do now?”

“The correct question is. ‘What do you want me to do now?’”

“What do you want me to do now?”

“That is better.. Come over. Wear those tight jeans you had on last
night. And wear boxers.. I don’t want any tighty whities in my place..
Also bring plenty of condoms.”

“Yes… I’ll be right over… Thank you..”

I always have them buy the condoms.. It isn’t that I’m afraid of getting
pregnant. I’ve had that taken care of.. Also, since their virgins, I’m
not afraid of sexually transmitted diseases.. But I want them to have to
face buying them, as they bring them up to the counter at the drug
store, I know they will be looking at the cute gal behind the counter,
and be embarrassed and horny at
the same time.. They got to get over that embarrassment. Plus they got
to learn to humble themselves in a woman’s presence.

…….

He arrives… And knocks on my door. I answer with some trite phrase, and
he enters.

“Come close to me.. And take off my blouse.”

He moves towards me, still unsure of himself. By the end of the night,
he will not fear any longer.

His hands fumble with my buttons, as my body starts to get the warmth of
fire. His hands brush my breasts. I love that feeling. I let my blouse
glide off of me, on to the floor, showing my sculpted mounds. No bra.

I can tell his lips are aching for his mothers milk.. “First Kiss me..”

He hesitantly moves forward, and I grab his ass. And bring his face into
mine, as I suck on his lips.. His fear gives in to desire, and naturally
he starts to run his tongue in my mouth.. I suck and play on his warm
tongue, twisting it with mine inside my warm mouth.

I jerk his head back, and pull his famished thirsty lips away from mine,
and move him down my chest. “Lick me here, gently” His tongue moves out,
and he starts to lap quickly on the nipple. “No!, Start above the
nipple, go slow, kiss my flesh softly. Make your way. Touch it gently.”
Per my instructions he moved down from the areola to the nipple, then
circled slowly. My
nipples became harder, and my desire was growing. I moved him to the
other side. He was catching on, but I could not think too many thoughts
at this point.. “Now bite lightly, don't hurt me more than I can bear..”
His white teeth came out, and nipped my areola, and then my nipple.
Tremors run through my body from the slight pain.

“Now move lower, and take off my skirt.” His hands moved down, more
confidently now. And the cloth pulled off.. While doing this, I gently
force his head to keep kissing my flesh, as he moves down. I have only
thin panties on.. And he clearly sees my dark bush through them..
Keeping him in contact with me, I lie down on the couch.

“Pull them off with your teeth at first.. And then your hands.”

He obeys.. Still kissing my flesh, as I won’t let him stop, he tugs down
with his teeth. His mouth is not yet well trained, so his teeth touch my
flesh at a few spots. I jerk slightly at these touches. After a little
work he pulls my silken panties down to my thighs

“Now lick my sweet juices.” I was definitely wet. Of course he didn’t
know where to go, so when he finally hit my clit, my hips naturally
thrusted, and I pulled him close. “There” I hissed ”Keep licking there”
He did so, and soon caught on, with his tongue thrushing around my lower
lips, hitting the hood, and underneath, as I would gasp.

My first orgasm came through, rushing like a wild river. A hot spring.
My body shook with pleasure.. He still kept licking. I pulled him up,
towards my lips, as I unbuttoned his shirt and pants.. As my
instructions he was wearing a pair of boxers.. Plad, wool boxers.. Warm
on my flesh, and his hard-on below, sticking nearly vertical..

I gently move him off of me.. I have him stand, and I now move down, and
pull off his shorts.. He is about 6 inches in length.. Nothing huge, but
I know that cock desires only one thing right now, me.

I lick around his shaft, and his balls. Taking them into my warm mouth..
“Now pull me. Pull my mouth into you..” He is hesitant. “Don't be a
fucking wuss.. Pull me in t…” He got the drift, as he pulls my head over
his shaft. I suck down.. The his skin is smooth and I move my tongue
around the shaft. He keeps his hands on my head, but I have the control.
I lick and tease, and get him close.. Then I pull off a little.. He
can't take it any longer.. He ejaculates, filling my mouth.. A little
bit of his cum
dripping out the side of my mouth.

I then push him on the couch, and move up, and force him to kiss me… It
is his own juices, and if they are going to ask us to swallow, they
better know exactly what they are doing.. He struggles at first, but my
pussy touches his manhood. He gives up the fight, and looses himself in
the moment, tasting his own juices. I can feel beneath my hips, his limp
cock start to grow again, and he tries to enter into me.

Not wanting to take any chances, even from a virgin, I slide off. "And
what are you forgetting?" I reprimand. I pull out the box of condoms,
and slowly inch one of the latex sheaths over him. He is pretty hard
again, and he gasps a little as each inch of the plastic rolls on to
him. I then lie on the couch, inviting him to join me.

He straddles over top of me, and inserts his manhood. He is now in me,
and we are thrusting back and forth. Virgins have so much pent up sex,
that it usually isn't hard for them to go again.. In either case, they
better learn to do things that they might not want at first.. It does
take him time, and I can feel his stamina is waining, as he keeps
pushing into me.. So I start to do more of the work for him, and twist
over to put myself on top.. He lasts longer this time, I can tell his
balls are straining to put out the white juice. He climaxes, I can feel
him go limp. At this point I always orgasm, and the soft feeling ripples
under
my skin.

“Now hold me.. Hold me a little longer.. Don't just leave.. Caress and
kiss me.” I keep him held tight as we snuggle.

After a bit, and I feel good… I order “Get off! Get out of here!”

“What.. I thought.. We had..”

“What you think is irrelevant.. This is your beginning.”

“But I think I love you”

“Shut up, you still don't know what you love.. No.. Leave.. Don't come
back.”

He leaves out into the night, his clothes halfway on.. Leaving his
rubbers behind..

Sometimes I feel a little sorry for them, they think they love me,
because they screwed me. But they don't understand, not yet at least.

He might try to call in the next few days, or try to find me. I'll be
gone. To some other town, in some other short term rented apartment.
Taking on my next student… Each of them knowing I was their first and
that I taught them. Each of them will have my brand upon their soul
forever.