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Breaking The Man

Breaking The Man

“I can’t believe you. You are one sick piece of shit Will,” I muttered to my reflection.

I squeezed my eyes shut, I couldn’t even look at myself anymore.

I pushed away from the bathroom sink and walked the few steps to my bed before flopping face down onto it. I groaned as I breathed in, my bed sheets still fucking smelled like her. I scrambled up before the twitching in my cock had the chance to form into a raging hard on.

“What the hell am I going to do?” I whispered to no one.

I couldn’t live like this anymore, getting turned on by the slightest memory of that girl. I’m a grown man for christ sake. Almost 30 years old, and here I am sporting a woody over a faint whiff of perfume.

It had been a week since I last seen or heard anything from Paige. A week since she came to my house and asked me to take her 17 year old virginity. And I did.

It made me sick thinking how easily I’d given in. I was so rough with her. I degraded her, spanked her. I was such a bastard.

‘It’s not like she didn’t ask for it,’ a little voice in the corner of my mind countered.

Well of course she asked for it, but as the adult I should’ve resisted. I should’ve sent her home. But when she slapped me so fucking hard across the face, I couldn’t help but get aroused. She had no way of knowing that I liked pain, that I wanted it rough. But she sparked something inside me, and I’d lost all control.

I needed to call her, to apologize for what I’d done to her. And to let her know it could never happen again.

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand by my bed and dialed her number. With every ring my heartbeat quickened dangerously.

I was about to hang up when she finally answered.

“Hello? Will?”

God, her voice was so sweet. Since she was so young it still had that innocent angelic ring to it.

“Will? Are you there?”

Oh yeah, I forgot to say hello.

“Yeah, I’m here,” I croaked. Hearing her say my name after what happened was doing things to me.

“So… what’s up?”

I stayed silent for awhile, trying to figure out what to say. As soon as I thought I found the right words they left my mind before I could say them. So I just stood there opening and closing my mouth.

“Listen, Will, if this is about what happened last week, I understand if you never want to see me again. I don’t want to get you in trouble with my parents or anything. But if it makes you feel any better, I am well past the legal age for consensual sex in our state. But if this is goodbye, I understand.”

I was shocked.

Partly with what she said, and how I was reacting to it. Any other rational thinking man would jump on this free ticket out and live the rest of their days guilt free. But not me. Nope. I didn’t want this to be goodbye, not in the least. I thought I did before I made this call, before I heard her beautiful voice. But hearing her again reminded me of how sexy she sounded in the throes of ecstasy. It reminded me of those cute little grunts she made right before she was about to cum.

Fuck, I needed her again.

“I want you to come over to my house,” I blurted, not really thinking about what I was saying, what I was about to start.

“Wait, what did you say?” she asked in disbelief.

“Be here no later than 3 pm. I don’t tolerate tardiness Paige, so don’t keep me waiting.”

She was silent for a moment and I feared she would curse me and hang up.

“Yes sir.”

I hissed in a sharp breath at those words, my cock instantly swelling thickly.

“Good girl,” I told her before hanging up.

I looked over at my alarm clock. It was noon, so I had some time to kill before she would be here. With a quick glance down at myself I decided I needed a cold shower before I could do anything.

I rushed through it, barely even feeling what I guessed was probably ice cold water since I didn’t have the hot water on at all. My body was so tight, hard, and ready for Paige already. The shower didn’t affect anything, I was still harder than a Chinese arithmetic.

I sighed heavily, deciding people would just have to get over my hardon. I did my best to hide it, putting on briefs and loose jeans. I decided that was good enough and headed to the store. I needed to restock my fridge, and maybe get some things for Paige.

On my way there a place caught my eye and I pulled in. It was a ladies lingerie store. I’d never been in one and really didn’t know what to expect. Walking in I was greeted to smell of spicy cinnamon and sexy undergarments everywhere. A clerk greeted me WITH a smile, she was a tall leggy blonde, a curvy thing, not fat, but had some meat a man could really grab on to.

She was my regular type, before Paige I would’ve been using every trick in the book to get this little ray of bleached blonde sunshine into my bed. But surprisingly, I was completely unaffected by her. I brushed it off immediately.

“Is there anything I could help you with sir?” she asked in a husky seductive voice, leaning over her counter to give ME a view of her cleavage spilling out of her scarcely buttoned shirt.

Again, nothing. Not even a dirty image of us rutting around after she called me ‘sir’ passed through my mind like it usually did.

“Yes, I need to find something for my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” she said, not even bothering to hide the disappointment in her voice, “Well what did you have in mind then?”

My mind raced as I looked around. Cheetah print, leather, rubber suits, sheer teddies, I just couldn’t decide.

“Maybe something a little slutty?” She prompted, wiggling her perfectly arched eyebrows suggestively.


I didn’t know what I wanted to see her in, but I knew I didn’t want her to look cheap.

“I want something in white. And maybe in lace too.”

“Are you looking for a more conservative look then? Like, virgin or something?”

I almost choked as she began hunting out different outfits that fit my request.

“Yeah, kinda.”

She laid out a few options for me. I rejected all of them.

“Maybe something a little more classy.”

She told me to wait as she went into the back, claiming she had exactly what I was looking for.

And she did.

I felt my skin tighten as I looked at the little silk number she laid across the counter. Already I could imagine Paige’s pink nipples poking out underneath the silk, aching to be stroked.

“This is it. I want it.”

Blondey beamed, happy to have finally gained my approval, “Great! What size would that be?”


“I don’t know her exact size but she’s about this tall,” bringing my hand up to the middle of my chest, “and she’s kinda skinny, probably 115 pounds.”

“Do you at least know what cup size she is? That would help.”

“Cup size?”

“How big are her breasts?”

I swallowed thickly and felt myself redden, “I think maybe a C.’’

She sighed, “Okay, I’m just going to bring out a medium and a small and you choose which one looks closer to her size.”

I ended up getting the small and spent $200 on the night gown, but I didn’t care. At the grocery store I picked up my essentials, beer, water, and TV dinners. I didn’t know what to get for Paige, so I just got what I thought teenaged girls liked to eat. Which was yogurt, cookies, grapes, and Capri Suns.

Finally at home with all my groceries put away and nothing to do with ten minutes to three, I sat on the couch and contemplated what I was going to do when Paige arrived. I already knew that I was going to fuck her. I had to, even if it would be the last time. I needed her. I really fucking needed her.

I was becoming obsessed with her. Maybe it was because she was my first virgin. This would probably pass. Hopefully soon, because my behavior was starting to get pitiful. I’d never bought any article of clothing for a woman, let alone lingerie.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I looked at my phone, it was three o’ clock. My body hardened again as I raced to the door. I took a few deep breathes before I opened it. My heart leaped into my throat when I saw her.

Her hair was its natural curliness, and was wild around her face. She didn’t have on a lick of make up, yet she was perfect without it. She had on a black tank top that said ‘West Coast’ in bold white letters across her chest. Her braless chest.

Neither of us said a word as I stood aside and let her in. As I closed the door she continued towards the living room and I almost had a heart attack when I looked at her from behind. She was wearing those short shorts she had on the first time I’d ever seen her. The ones with the hole in the back on the left side near the bottom. That showed the faintest hint of the curve of her tight little ass.

Just then she looked back at me and smiled a little, like she knew what she doing to me. Of course she did. She knew how I felt about those shorts.

“So… what’s up?” she asked, casually flopping back on my couch like she owned the place and didn’t have a care in the world.

She looked up at me still standing by the door.

I cleared my throat before speaking, “Stand up.”

She immediately stood. I held a smile back, though she tried to act like a rebel she was my obedient little pet.

“In the kitchen there’s a black bag on the counter. It’s for you. Put it on and wait for me on my bed.”

She smiled and I could tell that it took everything she had not to run to see what I’d gotten her. My chest swelled with pride. I decided to wait ten minutes before joining her in the bedroom, and on my way I grabbed a capri sun juice for her.

My cock hardened painfully when I saw what awaited me on my bed. She looked like heaven. The 50’s style nightgown was a cream color that complimented her peachy skin. And the silk skimmed across her body the way my hands wanted too. And like I fantasized, already her nipples were beading behind the silk in anticipation.

“Stand up,” I whispered huskily, tossing the juice onto a nearby dresser.

She stood, her hair tumbling down to her waist lock by lock. The lace edged gown came down to her delicate ankles, it fit her perfectly. She looked innocent yet sexual, all at the same time.

“Thank you so much, it’s really pretty. Was it expensive? It feels expensive.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You know, you didn’t have to get me this,” she said almost shamefully, lowering her head and looking at her feet.

I closed the space between us and took her chin in my hand, making her look at me. It broke my heart to see her big brown eyes tinged with tears.

“Don’t cry. I wanted to get you this, I wanted to see you in it.”


“And now all I want to do is rip it off you.”

She gasped and blushed.

I smiled before taking her mouth with mine. Her lips were so soft, softer than the silk draped on her tiny frame. She moaned against my mouth as I took her bottom lip between my teeth and gently gnawed on it. Her hands clutched at my shirt and she pressed herself against me.

“Touch me Paige, I need you,” I breathed into her mouth.

“Tell me. Tell me how to touch you, teach me Will.”

I groaned at her words, I swear her innocence would be the death of me.

“Take off my shirt, then stroke my chest, shoulder to waist. Softly.”

She complied, pulling my shirt over head before tentatively placing her tiny hands on my broad chest. I gasped when her hot palms came into my skin. She smoothed her hands up to my shoulders, massaging them a little before stroking down to my hip bones and going up again. Over and over again.

“When you go down, scrape your nails across my nipples,” I said thickly.

She did, and the pain was so sweet I groaned loudly.


She complied and a moan burst from my mouth.

“Can I take your pants off, please?” she looked up at me, her eyes searching my face.

It was the ‘please’ that broke me. I could only nod, and had to close my eyes at the sight of her fumbling with my belt. Finally my belt came loose and the sound of my zipper going down filled the room. She pulled my pants down and I could feel the cool air hitting my legs. I stepped out of my jeans and finally opened my eyes. My cock jumped in my tight briefs at the sight of this beautiful young woman on her knees in front of me. She sat there and I realised she was waiting for my next command.

“Stroke me through my briefs.”

She brought her hand up and gripped me. I bit my lip and pressed my hips into her hand. She stroked me up and down, her eyes focused on my bulge. It was feeling so good, and without waiting for me to prompt her she quickened her rubbing. Suddenly she gasped and looked up at me.

“There’s a wet spot on your underwear, did you just pee a little bit?”

I threw my head back laughed, how does she surprise me so much?

“No, I didn’t fucking pee on myself. It’s my precum, you’re turning me on little girl.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes for a second before looking up at me again, “I’m so wet for you Will. Please fuck me.”

I gasped at the bold words leaving her sweet mouth. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to get a grip on my control.

“Take my cock out.”

Slowly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of my briefs. She pulled them down, her eyes widening as my hard cock popped out and bounced in front of her face. Seeing her mouth so close to my aching rod was almost too much, and when she licked her lips I swear my heart skipped a beat.

“Take it in your hand,” I croaked.

My mouth opened in a silent gasp as she took my length by the base into the heat of her tiny palm.

“Stroke it nice and slow, up and down.”

She pumped it once, and I was surprised how close I was to the edge already. She pumped me again and again, eliciting endless moans from me. Precum began dribbling from my cock in copious amounts, and I didn’t want it to be wasted.

“You see that cream?”

“Yes sir.”

“Lick it,” I commanded huskily.

Tentatively she stuck her tongue out and touched it to my tip, tasting my precum. A moan burst from me, and encouraged by my response she took my entire tip into her mouth. I gasped and jerked away, her hot little mouth was like a wet vacuum around my tip, and the intense pleasure she gave me was nothing I ever expected.

“I want more cream,” she moaned and took my cock back into her mouth, this time taking in half of my length.

“Aw fuck!” I shouted to the ceiling.

I gathered her hair in my hands, intending to take her off my shaft but instead I found myself using her head to jack off. I moaned as she began drooling heavily, strings of her saliva dripping down to the floor.

“Use your finger, gather some saliva, and put it in my ass.”

She looked up at me in shock as I continued pushing her mouth up and down on my cock.

“Do it bitch,” I growled, I didn’t have time to explain it to her, I felt like if I didn’t cum soon my body would burst into fucking flames.

She hurriedly grabbed a string of drool and I spread my legs a wide giving her easier access. She touched my hole and I quivered.

“Yes, that’s it. Push, push it in hard baby. I need it.”

I panted heavily as her finger pressed against my aching hole, and when her tiny finger finally slipped in to her first knuckle I lost it.

“Oh shit Paige, you’re making me cum!”

I roared, literally roared aloud as I shoot my load down her throat. I guess I should’ve pulled out, but I wasn’t thinking straight. This was the hardest cum of my life. My hole clamped onto her little finger like a lost lover as jet after hot jet of sperm jerked out of my pulsing dick.

I snatched her off my cock when I became too sensitive, and she gasped for the air my cock had denied her.

Before my knees could give out I picked her up under her shoulders and placed her on the bed next to me. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed as she placed her head on my chest. I felt at peace, not yet sated, my cock was still at half mast, but I was relaxed.

“Are you like, bi or something?”

I stiffened and my eyes shot open, “What?”

“I’m just asking because you just had me put my finger in your butt. And you know, I thought only gay guys liked that. But if you are, I’m cool with it.”

“No I’m not fucking gay or bi. I’m one hundred percent straight.”

“Then why do you like fingers in your ass?”

I smiled darkly, “Here, let me show you Paige.”

I pushed her onto her back and came over her. I went down between her legs and pushed her gown up and smiled at the sight I saw. She’d gotten a wax, her lips were bare and I had a mouthwatering view of her clit. But she left a tuft of hair on her mound, and when I took her hard little nub between my lips my nose was buried in it. I shuddered as I breathed in her lavender scented curls while I sipped on the raspberry flavored cream seeping from her hot snatch.

“Oh God Will, you make me feel so fucking good,” she panted, and I looked up to see her head tossing back and forth on my pillow.

I pushed her knees up to her chest, further opening her pussy up to my greedy mouth. I tongue fucked her a few times before dipping my tongue down to her pink asshole. Like I expected, she began protesting and tried to get away from my mouth. But I tighten my grip on her and wiggled my tongue against her tightly crinkled rosebud.

“No, no, no, no…” she chanted, yet she began rocking her hips against my mouth.

I grinned and pressed my pinky against her hole. She tried to reject me but soon my finger tip slipped past the tight ring of muscle and she cried out.

“Just relax, and take it. You know you love it. I can feel your ass milking my finger already,” I said smugly.

She tried to protest but it turned to moans as I began sucking on her clit again. I pressed my pinky into her until my entire finger was inside her hot, clammy asshole. She panted heavily and opened her legs wider. I placed two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her in sync with my pinky fucking her ass. She moaned she was cumming and I redoubled my efforts. She screamed as both her hot holes bore down onto my pistoning fingers.

Before she could fully come down from her orgasm I ripped my hands from her and reared up, grabbed her hips and shoved my cock balls deep into her contracting pussy. We groaned in unison. Her body gripped me tightly, like it never wanted to let go. I withdrew and snapped my hips forward, smiling as a rush of air burst from her lungs. I did it again and again, relishing the way her tits jiggled enticingly under her gown.

I wanted to rip the gown from her body, but the sight of her nipples bouncing under the silk was even more sweet. I pumped her harder, and gritted my teeth as her hands came up to claw my bare shoulders.

“You like that,” I panted heavily in her face, “you like how I fuck you baby?”

“Yes sir, I like it,” she mewled, rotating her hips against mine.

I dropped my forehead onto hers, looking her eyes. They were glassy and wild, and she looked at me with so much wonder. I started to feel guilty again. But then she closed her eyes and puckered her lips and I fought back a smile as I leaned down to kiss her.

“Fuck me Will,” she breathed against my lips, “make me yours.”

I growled and snapped my hips into her. I was so far gone, at this point I was basically just rutting on her. I wanted to cum so bad, but I had to get her there first. I reached between our bodies and fingered her slick nub. She gurgled uncontrollably, and I rejoiced in the fact that I was the one making her like this.

“Cum for me, cum on my cock!”

She began throwing her pussy up at me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“That’s it baby, fuck me back,” I urged her, watching as my sweat dripped from my jaw onto her cheek.

She moaned, her thighs shaking hard around my waist. I could feel my balls tighten up against my body and I knew I was close to the cusp of orgasm. I started to feel her begin to convulse around me and I quickened my pace even more. I watched as her eyes took on a dazed look, and then she opened her mouth in a silent scream and came. Hard.

I stilled as my cum shot through my dick like lava into her body. I was vaguely aware of her nails piercing my shoulders and her cries of completion. I could feel my balls trembling as tingles shot up and down my spine. I realized that my eyes were squeezed shut and I wanted to open them, to look at Paige’s face as she became undone beneath me. But I had zero control over my body.

I felt like I was seizing, like at any moment my heart would burst from my chest because I was dying. I’d died and gone to heaven. I wanted to ride this wave of euphoria forever, or at least a few more moments. And I would have if I hadn’t felt tears when I leaned down to kiss Paige’s cheek.

“Paige, what’s wrong,” I reared up off her and pulled out, my cock leaving her with a slurp, and pulled her into my arms as I searched her body for injury, ” Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

She shuddered and hiccuped, a sound that tore through my heart, and turned her head away from me. I grabbed her chin and made her face me. She wouldn’t meet my eyes and I swore my heart lurched into my throat.

“Baby, please tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what I did,” I begged.

She sniffled and looked up at me, her brown eyes full of tears and I just wanted to punch myself in the gut.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she whispered, and I felt a huge weight lift from my shoulders, ” just hate this.”

I stiffened, ”Hate what?”

“This,” she waved her hand between us, ”This thing we have.”

“What… thing, do you think we have?” I knew I was treading on thin ice, and damn if this conversation wasn’t scaring the piss out of me.

“I come to your house, you fuck me, I leave,” she counted each point on her fingers, ”then you don’t call me for days. I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t deserve it.”

I sighed heavily in relief, I was scared shitless she was going to profess her love for me or something.

“Well, what do you want,” I decided to humor her.

“I don’t know,” she looked away, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks, ”I want to go on like, dates and stuff.”

I had to stifle a smile, I didn’t want her think I was laughing at her, she was just a kid.

“A date?”

“Yeah. Like, to the movies… or Applebee’s or something.”

I bit back a laugh, ”Applebee’s?”

She looked at me sheepishly,”Yeah, it’s nice there.”

I smiled and shook my head in amazement, Applebee’s. I pulled her closer to my chest and chuckled when she nuzzled her cheek against me like a lost kitten. I leaned down to kiss her head and groaned at the sweet smell of her orange scented mane.

“I’m sorry I’ve been treating you like shit. You’re right, you don’t deserve it. How about I make it up for you on Saturday? But maybe we’ll go somewhere a little more sophisticated than Applebee’s,” I spoke into her hair.

She giggled sweetly, ”Alright, I’d like that. But what do I tell my parent’s?”

“Tell them you’re going to a sleepover or something.”

She remained quiet and began tracing tiny circles on my chest. I fell back onto the pillows with her and closed my eyes to catch a quick nap.

“I’m going to have to leave soon,” she whispered, ”My parents are going to wonder where I am.”

I sighed, I kind of wanted to cuddled. Whoa, where the fuck did that come from, I don’t cuddle.

“Alright, but first let’s take a shower.”

“Oooh,” she giggled, jumping up from the bed, “My first shower with a man!”

She skipped into the bathroom like I just told her I was giving her a million bucks. I shook my head and rubbed my hands down my face. Where the hell do you take a 17 year old girl to dinner?
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