First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost (2 page)

He shrugged. “Depends on who you end up with. Sometimes they just make you eat their pussy, but some of them like to hurt girls like you. Makes them feel better about being ugly toads in prison for the rest of their lives.”
 

I shook my head. “This is a mistake. That weed isn’t mine. I swear to God.”
 

He sighed again, sounding almost fatherly. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law. It was in your car, it’s yours.”
 

“One of my friends must have dropped it,” I said.
 

“Who?”
 

I bit my lip. I couldn’t tell on Michelle.
 

“See?” he said. “The judge is not going to hear that. It’s not like people put it on the dashboard for all the world to see. Do you know how many times we here ‘it isn’t mine, I swear’?”
 

I looked down. “A lot, I guess.”
 

“So we’re in a bit of a pickle here. By the way, my name is Officer Franks, but you can call me Jack. Okay?”
 

I nodded.
 

“Now, here’s how this can work.” He rolled up a chair, and sat on it backwards. “You do something for me, I do something for you. Quid pro quo, you know?”
 

“Like that movie?”
 

His stern lips spread into a subtle grin. “Sort of. What you need is for this,” he shook the baggie, “to disappear. Then you could go home, and forget this ever happened. I haven’t made a record of anything yet, so it’s not official.”
 

“You haven’t? So you’ll let me go home?”
 

He sighed. “Have you been listening? You want me to do something for you. Destroying evidence. That’s a big deal.”
 

“So… I would have to do something for you?”
 

He nodded. He just looked at me.
 

“Oh,” I said, softly. “I can’t… please, don’t make me do that.”
 

“Why not?”
 

“I’m… I’m a… I’m a…”
 

“A what?”
 

“A v-v-virgin,” I croaked, looking at the floor.
 

He touched my leg, tracing his fingers lightly over my thigh, and as I felt my arms and legs prickling I wondered what possessed me to dress this way.
 

“Even better,” he said. “Pretty little thing like you needs a real man, not some drunken frat boy to give you three pumps and done.”
 

He had both hands on my legs now, running them up and down my thighs.
 

“You’ve got tight legs, Kacie. You a cheerleader?”
 

I shook my head. “Softball and field hockey.”
 

“So you like to run,” he said, running his hands up, closer to my hips. “I could tell when you got out of the car. You’re all muscle. I like girls that way, nice and lean with a tight little ass, just like yours. You’re a virgin, eh?”
 

I nodded.
 

“Just technically a virgin, or the real thing?”
 

“Technically? I don’t understand.”
 

“You ever taken it in the ass? I bet all the boys think about your tight little ass.”
 

“No, sir,” I said. “I couldn’t do that. It’s dirty, and it hurts.”
 

“Who told you that?”
 

“My mom.”
 

“Ah. What about a blowjob? You ever sucked a boy off?”
 

I shook my head again.
 

“Don’t tell me you’ve never given a handy.”
 

As I shook my head, he laughed at me.
 

Standing up, he slipped a phone out of his pocket. “You’re too precious. Look at the camera for me.”
 

In the darkness of the abandoned weigh station, the flash hurt my eyes. I wondered how I must look, with my now tousled hair and my red-rimmed eyes. I could feel my mascara starting to run. All folded up on myself, with my hands behind my back. Something about knowing that my image had been captured in the camera made it worse, and I whimpered.
 

“Now, now,” he said, tracing his hand lightly over my shoulder, “Let’s not get upset. You’ve been a bad girl, and you need a punishment. What would you rather have, a little fun time with me, or a few months in lockup with lesbians from hell?”
 

I sniffed. “I don’t want to go to jail.”
 

His hand snaked under the hem of my shirt, and felt up my stomach, towards my chest.
 

“Feel that nice, tight belly,” he said. “What do you weigh, one twenty?”
 

“One fifteen.”
 

“A skinny little rail of a thing,” he said, moving his hand up.
 

I shuddered as his warm, rough fingers closed around my breast, pressing my nipple against his palm. To my surprise I felt it stiffen, tightening to a hard point under his touch.
 

“Oh, I think she likes it. This is just a perfect handful. Not too big, not too small. Don’t let anybody ever tell you they’re little, honey.”
 

“Okay,” I said, weakly. “What are you going to do?”
 

“I’m going to fuck
 
you, sweetie.”
 

I jerked. “But it’ll hurt.”
 

“Not too much. I know what I’m doing.”
 

I looked over. “Do you have a condom?”
 

“No,” he laughed. “What would I need that for?
 

“But if you…” I trailed off.
 

“If I what?
 

“Do it. In me.”
 

“Do what?”
 

“Um,” I said, “ejaculate.”
 

He snorted. “Listen to you. What do you want to be when you grow up, missy? A nurse? A doctor?”
 

“I want to be a teacher.”
 

“Really. I think you’ll make a good one. Let’s see how you learn your lessons. I want you on your knees.”
 

He didn’t wait for me to reply. He took my arm and pulled me off the desk, and lowered me down. I would have fallen if not for his vice grip on my arm. The floor was cold and hard under my knees, dirty old linoleum. He wheel the chair around and sat down, and scooted up to me. Then he pulled down his zipper, and undid his duty belt and his regular one, and spread open his pants. A little adjustment, and he parted the flap on his boxers and pulled out his cock and balls. I’d never seen one in person before, so I gasped, feeling my cheeks burn. It was bigger than I thought it would be, and it wasn’t even hard yet, just laying there curved over his heavy balls. I felt a weird impulse to touch them, test their weight in my hand and squeeze. He had his phone in one hand.
 

“What do you want me to do?” I said.
 

“You’re going to suck my cock.”
 

“With my
mouth?”
 

He rolled his eyes. “Of course, babe. It won’t be so bad. Just remember, good girls swallow, and you’re a good girl, right? Swallow everything that comes out.”
 

I trembled, looking at his member. My hands were still cuffed behind me, so I had to lean forward and use my lip to lift up the tip of his cock and open my lips around it, pulling into my mouth. He let out a soft groan, and it started to swell and stiffen, spreading open my jaws. When I sucked a little it got even harder, and when I ran my tongue around the tip, even harder still, until it rose to its full size, and hot and heavy. If felt completely different from what I expected, soft but rock hard inside, and the skin almost like velvet.
 

“Look at the camera for me, honey, and suck real hard.”
 

I did as he said, sucking until my cheeks hollowed as he snapped the picture of my lips spread around his cockhead. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed, forcing his erection deeper into my mouth, until it tickled and I squirmed, twisting my head under his grip. He liked that a lot, and moaned softly. Somehow, that excited me, and I felt a stab of need run up from between my legs, a cold shiver that he must have felt, because it brought a grin to his face.
 

“That’s right, baby. You’re doing a great job.”
 

I must have, because he stopped talking after that. The phone made a noise and he kept it pointed at me. I realized he was taking a video of my head bobbing and his shaft sliding through my lips as I sucked him off. I couldn’t help but look at it, stare right into the lens on the back of the camera as I sucked him, drawing his cock to an iron hardness that I barely believed was possible. I felt a quick, salty rush on my tongue and blinked, looking up at him. His head leaned back and his stomach clenched, and he spilled his seat in my mouth, thick and hot. I swallowed, gulping it down while I watched the camera. His cock throbbed in my lips and more spurts filled my mouth as I gulped it down, until finally let out an agonized sound and pushed me back. I could feel a hot string of it clinging to my chin and licked it off.
 

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Quick learner, aren’t you?”
 

Rising, he pulled me to my feet. His now soft cock, shiny with my spit, dangled in front of him. He pushed me back up onto the desk and tugged my arm.
 

“Turn around, and bend over.”
 

“Wait,” I said. “Do you have to?”
 

“Shut up. I won’t hurt you.”
 

As I lay on the cold desk, he reached under me and undid my belt, and tugged my shorts down over my ass, and pulled my underwear down, too, until they were both around my knees.
 

“Look at that ass,” he said, running his hand over my soft skin. “Nice and round. You’re a little peach, aren’t you?”
 

For emphasis, he gave my backside a slap, and I whimpered.
 

“Relax, hon. Not going to leave a mark. Hold still for me, okay?”
 

I heard the scrap of plastic on metal, and felt something cold press against my asshole. I jerked up, shocked as he held me down, one hand on my back, and pressed the tip of something hard, thick, and smooth against the tight knot of flesh. He pulled it back, spat on it, and pushed it inside me. Not very far, he just slipped it into my body, up my ass, and watched me squirm. The camera flashed in the gloom, and I felt the object withdraw. He set his nightstick on desk beside me with a
 
heavy plastic thump, and showed me the picture on his phone screen, of his nightstick up my ass, my cheeks closed around the hard black plastic.
 

“That doesn’t feel too bad, does it?”
 

“It feels weird,” I confessed.
 

“Now that’s hot,” he said, pulling the camera back. “I’d like to fuck your tight little butt, but I forgot my lube.”
 

I thought for a moment that he would anyway, and tensed up. Instead I could almost feel him sinking down to his knees. His hot breath spread over my pussy, and I realized with a start how wet I was even before he dragged his tongue over the slit. I shuddered and he licked me again, slowly this time, pressing his tongue firmly against me and dragging its warm slickness over my intimate folds.
 

“Look at you,” he said, his breath tickling me. “Tight as a drum. Carpets match the drapes, I see.”
 

He licked me again, even harder this time, then opened his mouth against me and pressed his tongue against my entrance, over and over, sliding almost into me before drawing back. He slipped his finger under me and found my clit, tracing lightly over it, making me arch up and clench as I moaned softly, feeling the flush spreading on my neck and chest, the heat building until it started to pop sweat on my back and chest. How could it feel so
good?

“You’re my little whore,” he said. “Say it.”
 

“I’m your little whore,” I croaked, the last word fading into a moan as he tongued me again.
 

Slowly, he started to work his finger inside me. The feeling of something entering my body was strange, all squirmy and alien. His finger moved inside me, and suddenly drew out.
 

“You’re tight as hell,” he said, and stood up. “I’m going to undo your handcuffs, now, and you’re going to be a good little girl for me, aren’t you?”
 

I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
 

“Good. Are you ready to take my cock?”
 

“Yes, sir.”
 

“Tell me how much you need it.”
 

“I need it. I need your cock.”
 

I did. I needed it so bad, I would have done anything for him. His fingers and tongue left me in a frenzy, overcome with need.
 

“Ready to become a woman?”
 

“Make me a woman, sir.”
 

He undid the cuffs, and I immediately brought my hands to the desk top and rose up, turning over. He took my arm and pulled me so I rolled onto my back, stepped away, and pulled my panties and shorts all the way off. I felt exposed and snapped my legs shut on instinct, watching him filming me with his phone. He pushed my shirt up, sliding it up over my chest, exposing my breasts, keeping the camera trained on my face as his fingers danced lightly over my skin, almost tickling, watching me squirm.
 

“I need both hands now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you.”
 

I bit my lip.
 

“I need you to hold the camera. I want to record your face when I put my cock inside you. Can you do that?”
 

I nodded, and he handed it to me. I lifted the phone and pointed the camera at my face, and focused on it as he spread my legs apart, running his hands over my thighs. I could feel the slickness of my arousal wet on my skin, cool now that the air touched it. I glanced down and saw his cock, rock hard and arched up against his stomach. He had to push it down to press the head against my entrance. I gasped and looked into the camera, feeling my face twist involuntarily as his cock spread open my sex and slid inside me. It was slick and easy for him to enter me, but it hurt. It stung, and
 
burned a little, especially as he pressed deeper inside. I bit my lip and felt my eyes watering as he pushed all the way in, burying himself to the root, and finally let out a gasping, pained squeak as he pressed against me, his cock an iron hard, red hot rod filling me up.