Job reached between his legs, rolling back his foreskin before placing the tip of his throbbing cock against her soft folds.
Again, he hesitated. “This… this might hurt. I’ll try to be gentle, but…”
Emily couldn’t help but laugh. “You think I don’t know that? Don’t expect that? I’m no stranger to pain, Job. Don’t worry about me.”
To emphasize her point, Emily reached out and grabbed one of the still lit prayer candles, removing it from its holder.
With a wicked grin, she moved the candle over her breasts. Hot wax dripped from it onto her nipple as she tilted it, running down her breast, congealing quickly on her skin.
Emily pointed the candle over her other breast and repeated the move, showing no signs of discomfort at all.
“I’ve been preparing myself for this, Job, even if I didn’t know it at the time,” she smirked. “I want the pain, I ache for it. Because the pain will mean I’m finally free.”
Emily took his hips, desperately pulling him towards her. She inhaled, a long, deep breath, as his cock head again pressed up against her needy sex, slipping past the protective folds.
She let the air out slowly as he inched his way into her, gasping only slightly as he pushed against, and then past her hymen.
A sharp but fleeting burst of pain struck her, followed by the feeling of fullness as his thick member stretched her tight, slippery vaginal walls.
And then he was inside her. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep.”
Despite her assurances, Job took a moment to make sure she was okay. And to enjoy the pure, blissful feeling of her warm embrace.
Then he began to pump.
Emily lay back on the altar, looking up at the cross hanging above her. She’d always hated that cross; the eyes of the crucified Jesus seemed to follow her everywhere and now, even at this angle, it appeared to be watching her as she sacrificed her chastity.
The brief irritation of the last of her hymen being torn away by Job’s massive intrusion now faded, Emily could feel every ridge, every thick, engorged vein of his organ as he slowly slid in and out.
Too slowly.
Emily sat up, frustrated. “You’re still treating me like some delicate flower. If you’re gonna fuck me! Fuck me like you did Suki Starr.”
Job stopped his movements. Suki Starr was a beautiful young woman of Japanese / American mix; the same general height and body type as Emily. Although of course her hair was a dark black as opposed to Emily’s blonde.
Suki was famous for two things; her stunning deepthroat capabilities, and her absolute love of wild, rough, often nasty sex.
“Are you sure that’s what you really want?”
Emily almost growled in frustration. “If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’m seriously going to regret not letting you burn in Hell.”
Job had to laugh. “Okay, fine. But we’re gonna need a Safe Word.”
“A safe word?”
“Yeah. You know, something you say as a signal that I need to stop whatever I’m doing immediately. Because if we’re going to do this, I’m not gonna hold back. And I won’t know if I’m truly hurting you or making you uncomfortable unless you’re very specific about it.”
Emily nodded. “Of course. How about… ‘prohibere?’ It’s Latin for ‘stop.'”
“Works for me.”
Grabbing her legs, Job threw them up over his shoulders, then bent forward, pinning her slight frame down by her arms. He no longer restrained his efforts as he began again, pounding her relentlessly with his full length, their flesh slapping loudly.
“Oh, fuck YES!” Emily cried. Her back arched over the altar that shook noisily beneath them, threatening to topple over with their efforts. “Take me! Fuck me! Make me your slut!”
Their coupling was raw, unbridled. And Emily thrilled to every second of it, releasing years of repression with loud cries and bellowed obscenities, egging him on, begging, pleading, demanding.
She’d become accustomed to giving herself orgasms by this point, but was not used to being at someone’s mercy for her pleasure.
With Job’s strong arms holding her down, she was unable to do more than squirm beneath him, trying to meet his thrusts, to somehow open herself up wider to accommodate his massive member. She’d experimented with the candles a few times, but never too deep, and they certainly weren’t as thick as the living, pulsing phallus currently stretching her vaginal muscles to unaccustomed limits.
Her orgasm started deep within her belly, the waves spreading quickly through her abdomen, up through her breasts and chest, down through her trembling legs and curled, clenched toes.
Her aching pussy erupted in spasms around his shaft, her juices flowing freely, the air in the small, enclosed space now thick with her scent.
Job never slowed or eased his pace, even as her eyes rolled back and a guttural wail escaped her lips.
Up until that point, he’d been running on pure instinct. Of course he had control of his own orgasm, able to time it so he could cum whenever he wished.
Seeing her lay below him, flushed, sweaty and trembling with orgasmic aftershocks, he no longer held himself back.
He pulled his slick, cream covered cock from her just in time for his first blast of cum to shoot across her tiny body, leaving a long, thick trail from tits to navel.
Still more landed on her glistening pussy, mixing with the sticky mess of her own juices.
Letting go of her arm, he took his cock in hand and quickly stroked the rest of his seed out, shaking it over her, splattering her in white droplets.
Her hand now free, Emily smeared the sticky mess into her skin.
Job smacked her hand away. Gathering a glob of spunk on his fingers, he shoved them into her mouth. Emily sucked at them greedily, savoring her first taste of cum.
Her pale blue eyes met his, a mix of innocence and harlot. “I want more,” she whispered.
Job smiled. “Good girl.”
Grabbing her hair, he pulled her up from the altar. She didn’t fight him as he guided her firmly to a kneeling position on the floor.
His cock was, of course, still rock hard, glistening with her juices. Emily eyed it hungrily. Her tiny hand reached for it eagerly.
Job again smacked it away. “No! Wait here, don’t move.”
He quickly retrieved his pants and pulled the leather belt from them. Dropping behind her, he bound her arms behind her back. Emily winced but didn’t complain as he cinched the loop tightly around her wrists.
Moving again in front of her, he grabbed a fistful of her disheveled blonde hair and guided her face towards his cock, placing the swollen glans against her lips. “Lick it clean,” he commanded, slapping her cheek firmly with his free hand.
Emily’s tongue darted out from between her lips, first flicking the underside of the tip, then extending fully to lick along the full length of him, from balls to tip and back.
Job gasped in pleasure as her tongue danced in circles over his shaft, lapping up the sticky mess that coated him, mewling in pleasure as she tasted herself on it.
“Don’t forget the balls, angel,” he directed. Emily complied immediately, her lips and tongue slurping noisily at his scrotum.
Satisfied with her tongue bath, he again pulled at her hair, tilting her oval face up towards him. He slapped his cock across her cheek three times in rapid succession. “You ready to suck your first cock, angel?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she responded softly.
He slapped her face with his hand this time. “I didn’t hear you. Say it louder!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
Another smack. “Louder! Beg me for it, angel.”
“Daddy, please! Please let me suck your cock!”
“Good girl.” Job pulled her in, her mouth opening to accept him.
Emily took the first four inches easily, but found herself gagging on the fifth. Job’s grip on her hair was insistent, pushing her deeper despite her struggles.
Her gag reflex engaged again and her eyes bulged widely as she fought to control her retching.
“PHHHFFFMMMUM!”
Job pulled his cock from her mouth, strands of saliva drooling from her lips. “What?”
“Prohibere!” Emily cried, struggling for air.
“Oh! Shit, sorry! I guess we didn’t really work out a signal for when you couldn’t speak.”
“It’s… okay,” Emily said, finally catching her breath and getting her gorge back under control. “It’s just… I’ve only ever practiced on, well, vegetables. I thought I could take more, but…” Her freckled face flushed with embarrassment.
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