“DP’d at 18”: A Fantasy
By L. Turnbull
I met Derrick Pierce when he began working out at the health club where I spent most
of my spare time teaching aerobics and flirting with sexy, older men. I asked him
to spot me, which he did, and apparently he enjoyed hovering over my 5’1” 95-pound
body. I imagine the thought of terrorizing an 18-year-old near-virgin crossed his
mind as he watched me struggle on the bench press. He flashed that sexy and seemingly-innocent
smile and asked me out. He brushed his lips against my cheek as he kissed me “good-bye”;
sweet as it was, I felt from that moment forward like he owned my body—inside and
out, every square inch.
Fast forward a couple of dinners to the mind-blowing part: the first time I fucked
him. I believe it was on our 3rd date when Mr. Slave Master (as I would come to
call him) let me tag along to an industry party. It was a Jacuzzi party, and by
the time we got there, it was beyond raging—Don Julio shooters going off left, right,
and center. Ever the extrovert, I socialized with the rest of the professionals (unaware
of their occupation) and, as the youngest in attendance, I lost every drinking game
and got inescapably wasted.
The way to an 18-year-old’s pussy was clearly through tequila… I was unbelievably
horny. From nowhere my tattooed tiger grabbed me by the arm, dragging me into one
of the upstairs bedrooms. He picked me up like a rag doll and threw me onto the bed.
Then he began to literally devour me with his unbelievably sensual lips. I remember
kissing his smooth skin—slightly moist from the July humidity—and getting wet myself
the moment he exposed his well-toned, exotically-inked chest. The sight unleashed
a “wild side” I never knew I had. I wanted to taste him head to toe, and thus began
the expedition—starting with his lips and traveling south at a frenetic, chaotic
pace. When I began sucking at a few soft hairs at the bottom of his abdomen, he
pulled from his Levis the biggest dick I’d ever laid my young eyes on and ordered
me to “kiss it”. So I did.
When I started licking his cock, I realized I would need some leverage because I
was petite and inexperienced, and this was way more cock than I had ever had in my
mouth before. I got up on my hands and knees, and he firmly pulled my hair so that
my head was facing the end of the bed. He stroked my inner thigh with his fingernails
(now that he had easier access). I guess you might say that this was the “aha!” moment:
I had the distinct impression I was about to be dominated like never before. Was
I getting nervous? Are you fucking kidding me? I was blushingly naïve, had zero
inhibitions thanks to Don Julio and, most importantly, I was getting naked with Derrick
Fucking Pierce—the hottest man I’d ever met.
I was already juiced up from sucking his beautiful cock, but his feather touch on
my sensitive thighs made my pussy literally ache. When I arched my back, he grunted,
“Oh you like that?” before flipping up my black cotton mini-skirt. I was on all fours,
so he slipped a couple fingers in with no problem and began finger-fucking me with
a vengeance. I started sucking furiously at this point. He commented on my wet my
pussy then put his fingers up to my mouth and demanded that I taste it. I hadn’t
tasted my pussy before and was pretty apprehensive, but he literally stuck his fingers
deep in my mouth, so what could I do? I licked his fingers like a good girl and went
back to his cock.
He grew increasingly hard and pushed my head down into his groin. He had powerful-looking
hands, and his palm covered nearly half my head. He lifted his hips, forcing that
thick, hard cock to slide nearly down my throat. I couldn’t help but gag just a little.
He did this repetitively. With one hand on the back of my neck, he called the shots—and
he wasn’t about to let me stop him. Once he forced his cock down my throat so deep
that my natural reflexes took over, and I expelled most of it in a split second.
What was his response, you ask with a shudder? Not surprisingly, he slapped my ass
hard so quickly and with such force that it sucked the breath right out of me. I’d
never been spanked, slapped, or even looked at sideways before. I was terrified that
someone might hear it, plus—well, I just didn’t know what the hell to think. Wasn’t
that kinky?
He didn’t give a shit about the noise and slapped me again even harder. My eyes started
to tear up from the burn—but boy did I suck harder and faster. Just when I thought
I was going to have his tent pole in my mouth the rest of the night, he pulled my
head off his dick and turned me around. He kissed my mouth hard (which was dripping
wet with saliva) and directed me to sit on top of him. I looked uneasily at the long
cock sticking straight up before me—but I didn’t want to seem inexperienced so I
climbed right on top of it like a matador mounting a bull. I eased down on it as
slowly as he’d let me.
I moved my hips around until I had worked that beast in. His cock was mind-boggling.
I was only half way down and it felt like it was going straight through me. But little
by little my pussy adjusted. He was getting harder by the minute—and crazier. He
grabbed my tight t-shirt up and hiked it over my barely-developed tits—working immediately
on my nipples.
No guys I’d been with (all two of them) had been down-and-out rough. But Derrick
liked rough sex, I quickly learned, especially when he wanted to teach a girl a lesson.
It didn’t seem to matter to him that I was tiny. If anything, he seemed more determined
to dominate me, which at this moment meant getting my nipples as rock-hard as possible.
That was the moment I learned about the dynamic of pain and pleasure. The other guys
I’d slept with would back off the minute I seemed in any discomfort, but not this
man. If I winced from him pulling at my nipple, he would take it in his mouth and
suck it or gently bite at it while twisting the other nipple with his other hand.
I learned quickly that my reaction, positive OR negative, set him off.
He grabbed my hips with his large hands and forced me rhythmically onto his crotch—fast
and deep. He did this for a few minutes then lifted me by the hips off his cock and
flipped me on my back, so all I could see was an ominous shadow of his perfectly-muscled
body hovering above me. He yanked my shirt over my head and somehow (to this day,
I cannot figure it out) managed to tie it around my wrists over my head. He held
them down forcefully all the while penetrating me with his throbbing cock. Although
I whined a little, he remarked matter-of-factly that he’d “give me as much cock as
he damned well pleased” (which was a lot, of course).
I started to make yet more noise--sort of half-moaning, half-protesting. He slapped
a hand firmly over my mouth and calmly whispered in my ear to fucking control myself.
Then he pummeled me with thrusts over and over until I could hear nothing but a rapid-fire
of thuds of the headboard against the wall.
A good half-hour later, he pulled out, sat upright, and commanded me to sit on top
of him. I apprehensively started to do so, but he grabbed my shoulders—turning me
so that I faced away from the wall. His dick felt extra long this way. I struggled
a little, so he pushed my hips forward and pulled my shoulders back so my back was
slightly arched and my head was resting near his wide, rock-hard shoulder. It did
adjust the angle and the depth started to feel incredible. He told me to stay still
(officially, it was more like, “Settle the fuck down!” followed by “That’s better,
Little Whore.”)
I did as I was told as he thrust his body upwards, burying his cock as deep as my
pussy would allow. His whole body flexed, and he started to moan. He pushed me off
him and said I wasn’t a good enough slut; I could have his cum in my little pussy
when I was worthy and not a minute before. His alternative was to yank my head back
onto his cock. I sucked furiously, sliding my tiny hand up and down his shaft while
stopping occasionally to lick his balls. I ran my tongue up and down his thick, throbbing
man-cock. His hands were on my ass (which was in the air) and the closer he got to
an orgasm, the harder he grabbed. I winced from the pain and stiffened up. “Please,
Derrick,” I begged as I tried to wiggle out of his grip. He twisted my hair in his
fist that much harder and ignored my pleas, of course. But luckily, he was close
to erupting at that point.
Just as he was about to cum, he slipped his thumb deftly into my pussy which felt
so electrifying that I just about swallowed his cock. He let out a guttural groan
and quickly removed his hand from my crotch so that he could grab my head with both
hands. He shoved my head violently onto his cock as he began squirting hot cum deep
in my mouth. It was the first time I’d tasted cum; a rush of fear swept through me.
What I didn’t know was there was more, lots more. He kept on cumming. And I kept
on swallowing. He must have unloaded a fucking pint of cum down my throat. When at
last he was drained, his entire body seemed to melt from its tense state. He slid
a couple of obligatory fingers back in my pussy and gave me a few deep thrusts, then
ran his thumb lightly over my clit. It took all of one minute of his expert fingers
to unleash in me a volcanic orgasm. As I started to scream, Derrick grabbed hold
of my throat and brought his face down to mine. When I began coughing, he released
his hand—but just so he could use it to silence me. “Shut up, Little Bitch,” he said
under his breath—his cheek touching mine. I convulsed uncontrollably. “Good girl,”
he whispered, brushing my long hair away from my neck.
I collapsed, my head buried in the center of his chest. It hurt to lay my throbbing
head on the tangled, knotted mess my hair had become. My ass glowed neon pink as
well—and burned clear down my legs. I had so underestimated the “nice guy” with the
“sweet smile” that I had met just a couple of weeks before. Here I was just 18 years
old—a virgin, for all intents and purposes—and Derrick Pierce had drilled me like
a wicked little whore. What shocked me even more was that I had loved every fucking
minute.
