My heart was racing as Tony led me into his house. I wanted this, I most definitely wanted this, and I was ready to do anything Tony wanted. But what did he want? Obviously Tony was a lot more experienced than me, with men and with women, and even though I would definitely prefer if he treated me like that tter, I had no idea what to expect. More kisses would be amazing, and being held in his big strong arms, and maybe, my breath quickened, maybe it would even be nice to see him with his shirt off…

  “This way, babygirl,” Tony said, and my heartrate kicked up a notch. Yep, yep, definitely wanted to see him with his shirt off, and maybe with his pants off too, and if he wanted me to touch it, well, it might be a bit scary but I would see what I could do.

  Tony led me into a dimly lit room and I gasped. It was his kitchen, which must also be his dining room because there was a dining table set out, with a tablecloth and everything. The room was lit by dozens of little candles, filling the room with soft, flickering light and sweet scents. There was music pying from a speaker, too, a slow love song I had been too lost in thought to notice on the way in. It was the most romantic sight I had ever seen.

  Not that there was a lot of competition, to be fair.

  “Tony!” I hugged his arm tight, “Is this for me? How?”

  Tony smiled proudly, “My roommate. And his girlfriend. Okay, probably mostly his girlfriend. They don't really believe in Valentine's Day, but when you said you didn't want the date to end, I figured you deserved something a little special.”

  “Oh!” I blushed, “Um. Should we go thank them?”

  “Oh, uh,” Tony looked sheepish, “I asked them to clear out, too. I'm gonna owe them a few favors.”

  “Tony!” I giggled, “You must have been feeling very confident.”

  “I just wanted some privacy!” he protested, “I still figured you were kind of a straight guy, and I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable with a bunch of strangers hanging around. I figured we would have dessert, or I would make you some coffee or something, then I would drive you home. I just wanted you to have a special night.”

  Okay, that settled it.

  I grabbed Tony’s shirt and stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes, “Where's your bedroom?”

  I was definitely gonna touch it.

  “Emmy, I swear, I didn't–”

  “Tony, this is so sweet, and so lovely, and you are so, so amazing,” I said, “But I think if I try and sit down and eat right now I'm literally going to explode, so please, please, take me to your bedroom right away.”

  Tony blinked.

  “If that's what you want,” I added quickly.

  Tony didn't even bother answering, he just scooped me up and rushed out of the room. I clung to his shoulders, giggling with giddy anticipation, feeling hot and squirmy and happy, until he tossed me down on the bed and whipped off his shirt.

  “Yay!” I cpped excitedly and Tony ughed. Well, how was I supposed to react? His body was as amazing as I thought it would be, so big and strong, with little traces of abs, his deep tanned skin glowing with a faint sheen of sweat after our vigorous make-out session in the car. I was still wearing his jacket, so I wriggled out of it quickly while Tony helped me with my shoes. I sighed happily. Now that I was giving into the girl thing, I really liked being treated like a princess.

  “So eager, Emmy,” Tony grinned, “Someone’s a little bit of a slut.”

  Oh my god. My heart leapt in my chest. I was very okay with being treated like a slut, too. Did Tony have access to my search history or something?

  Tony cmbered onto the bed and climbed on top of me, leaning over me with a hungry look in his eye. I whined needily and pulled him close, clutching at his broad, muscur back. God, I needed to be kissed! Couldn't he see that? Why was he making me wait?

  “Poor little slutty Emmy,” Tony teased, “So desperate to be kissed, but too shy to ask.”

  I whimpered and pouted up at him, silently begging him with my eyes. Of course I wanted to kiss him! I had literally just been kissing him! But he couldn't expect me to actually say that, could he? What would people think!

  He finally took pity on me and gave me another kiss, and I moaned blissfully into his mouth, eagerly accepting his hot, strong tongue between my lips. Mmm. Soooo good. I ran my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feeling of his shirtless body, and wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him in closer.

  “Mmm,” I cooed, “My big strong man…”

  Tony stopped kissing me and I blushed. Too much! Too soon! “Sorry! Sorry, sorry, I don't know why I said that.”

  Tony smirked, “You want me to be your man, Emmy?”

  I felt hot and anxious but I nodded shyly. Tony grinned.

  “I’ll be your man,” he said, “But then you're gonna be my woman, Emmy. You're gonna let me take care of you. You're gonna do everything I say.”

  I gasped with arousal and nodded eagerly. Tony's eyes gleamed.

  “Fuck, I love how submissive you are,” he said, “It's so fucking hot.”

  I melted at the compliment. He liked that I was submissive. I wasn’t screwing up or disappointing him, he thought it was hot. He kissed me again, hard and hungry, his tongue thrusting deep into my willing mouth. That's when I felt something hard pressing against my butt.

  My eyes widened and Tony pulled his hips back a bit, but I tightened my legs and pulled myself back against him. Oh my god, he was hard! His cock was hard! For me! Tony Pérez wanted to fuck me!

  Tony broke the kiss and started to say something, but my hands were already diving for his fly. I wasn't sure what I would do once his dick was out, but that was for Tony to worry about.

  “Damn, Emmy, you don't fuck around,” Tony ughed.

  “No sir,” I grinned. Something dark and hungry fshed in Tony’s eyes and I felt a happy, horny little shiver through my body.

  “Good idea, Emmy,” Tony growled, “Let's get those pants off.”

  I nodded quickly, until I realized Tony wasn't talking about his own pants. Before I could even blink, Tony was pulling down my tight jeans, exposing my bare legs and my tiny throbbing bulge. I blushed. This was the closest anyone had ever come to seeing my dick, and I knew it was nothing to be proud of.

  “So cute, Emmy,” Tony smirked, “It's a good thing you're a girl.”

  “Yes, sir,” I smiled up at him. He tossed our pants off the bed then kissed me again, grinding his thick, hard bulge against my little one. He squeezed my ass hard and I gasped and whimpered as we made out, rubbing desperately against his cock, wanting more and more and more. A million repressed fantasies were running through my head, hundreds of half-remembered horny stories with Tony now pying the male role. I didn't even know where to begin, I just knew that whatever Tony did to me was going to be incredible.

  Tony pulled away, cruelly, wickedly, and flopped onto his side next to me.

  “I'm really gd you came over,” he smiled.

  “Me tooooo,” I whined.

  I tried to inch my fingers towards his bulge, but it was just a little too far out of reach.

  “And I'm really happy I got to help you discover something about yourself,” he said.

  I sighed happily, “Yeah.”

  I wiggled closer on the bed and reached out again. Tony caught my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. I swallowed a frustrated whine.

  “And I know this is your first time doing anything like this,” he said, “So we can take it as slow as you–”

  “Can I suck your cock please?” I blurted out.

  Tony’s jaw dropped and I cpped my hands over my mouth in horror. He started ughing and I rolled over and buried my head under a pillow.

  “Emmy!” he said, “What did you just say?”

  “Nothing!” I squeaked.

  “Oh really?” said Tony, and I could hear the smirk in his voice, “Didn’t sound like nothing.”

  He pulled the pillow away, and I quickly covered my face with my hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was too much. That was so bad. That was not letting Tony take control.

  He rolled me back towards him. I desperately hoped that I hadn’t grossed him out. I peeked out through my fingers and saw him smiling. That was a good sign. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, against my thigh. That was a very good sign.

  “Well, well, well,” Tony said, “Shy little Emmy doesn’t wanna take it slow, huh?”

  I whined anxiously, but when he reached for my hand I let him take it away. He stroked my cheek gently, his eyes warm and compassionate.

  “It’s okay, Emmy,” he said, “You can tell me what you want.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whimpered.

  “Hey, hey,” he soothed, “It’s okay, baby…”

  He kissed me softly on the forehead and moved my other hand away too. I tilted my head up hopefully and he kissed me on the lips, nice and warm and soft. I made a little happy murmur and reached for his shoulders, pulling him weakly towards me. He rolled on top of me, resting his weight on his forearms and knees so I wouldn’t get squished. I wouldn’t have minded if he squished me a little bit, though. It felt so nice being underneath him, being surrounded and covered by his big strong body. I felt safe and cozy down here, with Tony still stroking my cheek and giving me little kisses. I should’ve known it would be okay. He was my man, after all. The thought filled me with joy and comfort and relief, even as I was still shaking with nerves.

  “Did you get embarrassed, Emmy?” he said quietly.

  I nodded shakily, “Mhm.”

  “How come?”

  I shook my head, too ashamed to speak.

  “Is it because you felt a little slutty?” Tony said.

  I whined softly and nodded.

  “Because you want my hard cock in your mouth?” Tony said, his voice a breathy growl in my ear.

  Oh, god! I let out a desperate moan, unbidden from my throat.

  Tony grinned, “What’s that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

  I whined and bit my lip, but Tony was unyielding, smirking down at me with great pleasure.

  “If my cute little slut wants a treat, she’s gonna have to ask for it,” he said.

  I whimpered and squirmed, gazing up at Tony’s handsome face. He smiled back at me, a wicked cocky smile. There was an edge in his voice I had never heard before. Not at work, not on our date, not even when he was teasing me. A few times before, I had seen Tony be doubtful, worried that he was doing the wrong thing, treating me the wrong way. There was no doubt anymore, not now that he knew I was just a silly little slutty girl.

  A thought hit me suddenly. Did Tony always suspect? Subconsciously, he had been treating me like a girl tonight. Was there another part of his subconscious that already knew? Is that why he really asked me out? Because he could tell that I was just a soft submissive slut, no matter how hard I tried to be a real man?

  I must have seemed so stupid, trying to pretend I was something I wasn’t. It was so clear now. Being a man was always so hard, because it wasn’t what I was supposed to be. I was supposed to be a girl. I was supposed to be Tony’s cute little slut. It would be so easy. All I had to do was ask and I could get all the hard cock I needed from my big, strong man…

  “Please..” I whispered

  “Yes, Emmy? Please what?” Tony smirked, but despite the cockiness there was still kindness in his eyes, and I knew that if I asked him to, he would stop right away. He would drop the teasing and lie with me and give me cuddles and tell me everything was gonna be okay.

  But I didn’t want to stop.

  “Please can I suck your cock?” I whispered.

  Tony grinned and kissed me again, then pulled back, resting on his knees. He cupped his bulge in his hands, showing off the thick, hard cock inside his boxers, ready and waiting for my eager little mouth. His eyes burned with cool, hungry dominance.

  “Yeah, baby, you can suck my cock,” he said, “Why don’t you come and get it?”

  I felt giddy and light-headed, grinning like an idiot as I scrambled up and joined him on my knees. There it was, pressing against his boxers, leaving a dark stain of wet precum at the tip. Tony’s cock! Tony’s big, hard, delicious cock, all for me, dripping and ready to be sucked. I could feel myself salivating at the thought of having it inside me.

  I tugged down his boxers and gasped at the sight. Tony’s cock was gorgeous, long and smooth and perfect. I never thought a cock could be gorgeous like that. Mine wasn’t, it was small and ugly and useless, nothing like Tony’s. His cock was as manly and powerful as the rest of him, and I realized now that this was the only cock I was ever meant to use. This was the only way I was ever meant to use a cock, not to fuck someone else with, but to take inside me, to pleasure with my body until it filled me with delicious creamy sperm.

  “Easy, Emmy,” Tony said, “Deep breaths.”

  I hadn’t realized how quickly I was breathing, but god, I really was. Tony took my hand and helped me steady myself. I couldn't help but feel impatient. God, I had never been this horny before. I had thought I would be nervous, and I was, but I was desperate to start pying with his cock as soon as possible. Still, it soothed me when I saw his beautiful smile, and even more when he kissed me again.

  “You can take this slow,” he reminded me.

  “I don’t wanna,” I whined, “I need it…”

  Tony shook his head in amused disbelief, “Such a little slut, who would’ve thought? Shy little Emmy, so eager to choke on my cock.”

  I blushed hard. God, Tony! I should've known he would be good at dirty talk. His filthy words were like music to my ears. Were there really girls who didn't like this?

  “You really wanna suck it, Emmy?” said Tony, “You want my cock between your lips? Thrusting deep into your tight little throat? You want my cum inside you?”

  “Yes, please!” I smiled up at him adoringly. Even on our knees he was so much taller than me.

  “I dunno,” Tony mused, “We had such a great night, I’d hate to ruin it with something you don’t really want.”

  “Tonyyyy!’ I whined, “I want to!”

  “What do you want, Emmy?” Tony teased.

  “I want to suck your big cock, please!” I begged, “Please let me suck your cock, Tony. It’s so big and so hard and you’re so hot and I like you so much and I really really want you to cum in me please, please, please!”

  “Shit, Emmy,” Tony ughed, “Thank god my roommates aren’t home.”

  I blushed bright red but the truth was I didn’t really care. Any embarrassment would be worth itif it meant getting to suck Tony’s cock. I just wanted to make him feel good, I needed it. He was so sweet to me tonight, so kind and patient when I didn’t deserve it, when I was being stupid and annoying and sulky, even when I was just a stupid ugly boy whining about girls not liking me. He was there for me, reaching out to give me what I didn’t know I needed, and now I just wanted to repay him in some small way.

  And also, just for my own benefit, I really wanted to suck his cock. It looked really good.

  I slipped my hand down, and my delicate fingers grasped around his thick, throbbing cock. I gasped. It was so hot, boiling hot, and as hard as steel. I could feel a hot, slippery, sticky liquid against my palm. His precum, oh my god, his precum was on me, leaking out from his beautiful cock onto me, touching my skin, marking me as his.

  “Please, Tony?” I whispered, eyes wide, lips trembling.

  “Of course, baby,” he said, “Whenever you want.”

  Oh my god, my heart felt like it was going to burst. Whenever I want? His whole big cock, just for me, whenever I wanted it! I knew what he really meant, and that he wasn’t actually saying I could have it whenever I wanted, that if I wanted to drop to the floor in the middle of the cafe tomorrow to suck a big thick load of creamy cum from his cock in the middle of my shift I could just do that, but god, the thought was hard to let go of.

  But… I had never sucked a cock before.

  I had fantasized about it. Okay? I admit it. I had fantasized about it a lot. It was one of the main subjects in those stories I had read. Only, when I imagined it, I wasn’t really the one taking the lead.

  “Um, Tony?” I said nervously.

  “Yeah, Emmy?” he said, his patient brown eyes filled with nothing but affection, even though his voice was strained with lust.

  “Could you…” I shivered. This was embarrassing, gosh this was so embarrassing, even after everything we had already done. Just this afternoon I was insisting I was a straight man, and now I was about to tell Tony my deepest, darkest fantasy, the one I had never thought I would tell anyone, not even my future wife. But I needed this. And I could trust him, he was safe, he would look after me, he was my man. And honestly, the future wife was starting to look like a longshot.

  I took a deep breath, “Could you, um, could you take control?”

  Tony's brow creased, "Like.... like you want me to, uh, to move your head by myself?"

  I nodded quickly. Yes, that was it. Putting it mildly, anyway. I knew he would get it. He was so smart, so capable, so sexy. He had probably done this tons of times, but I could still see the glimmer of lust at the thought of doing it to me.

  “Like… use me,” I whispered, “Cim my mouth for yourself… fuck my throat…”

  “Fuck, Emmy,” Tony grinned, “I can definitely do that. It might be a bit rough, though.”

  “That’s okay!” I said.

  “Especially for your first time,” he warned me. His face looked conflicted, torn between wanting to protect me and wanting to fuck me hard.

  “I’ll do my best,” I said earnestly.

  “Okay,” he said, and his eyes gleamed with lust, “Tap my thigh if you need to stop, okay?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, but I was already thinking to myself that there was no way I would be tapping his thigh. Not if it hurt, not if I started to choke, not even if I couldn’t breathe. I was too excited.

  Tony shook his head ruefully, “You dirty little slut. I'm gonna enjoy this.”

  I beamed up at him, and then he slid his hand around the back of my head, hooked his fingers into my hair, and pulled me down to his cock. He got in position, resting back against the headboard, making himself comfortable as he dragged me after him on my hands and knees. I whimpered softly, my eyes fixed on his pulsing, drooling cock. So beautiful. So thick. So powerful. Full of Tony’s hot cum, just for me.

  I took a deep breath to steady myself, but before I could think straight, Tony was already pulling my wet little mouth over the head of his cock. I gasped, but my voice was muffled. It was so big, so big, so thick and strong, stretching my soft pouty lips as Tony thrusted into me. It pressed against the roof of my mouth and I ran my tongue curiously along the tip. His precum was delicious, so salty and musky, and I moaned whorishly around his cock.

  And then Tony kept going, pulling me deeper onto his cock, deeper, deeper, pressing into my mouth, popping the fat head in between my lips. Like a wedge, so easy to get in and so hard to take back out. Already I could feel him knocking at my throat, tickling my gag reflex, and my tummy kicked but I didn’t tap Tony’s leg. I was a good girl, I could take it, I would take it all for my man without making a–

  Oh god oh god oh god!

  I tapped Tony’s leg furiously and he pulled out, leaving me gagging and gasping for air.

  “Oh shit, Emmy,” he said, “Are you okay?”

  “Mhm!” I gave him a teary-eyed thumbs up.

  “Sorry, baby,” he said, “Deep-throating is really hard. You were doing amazing, maybe next time–”

  I was already diving back down, my mouth wide and tongue darting for his cock. Tony ughed and pushed me down again.

  “Good girl,” he said, “That’s my good girl, Emmy. Rex your throat. Take that big cock.”

  His cock slipped between my lips, easier this time, already lubed up with my saliva. It pressed against my throat and I gagged again, but this time I just let it happen, let my throat jolt and kick until it calmed down, then let Tony push me down further. I gazed up at him with wide, worshipful eyes, trying to show just how much I loved being down here, being stretched over his thick cock, not able to talk, just there to be fucked.

  Tony nodded and pushed me down deeper and I moaned, feeling the blunt head of his cock filling up my throat. God, it was so big, too big! I couldn’t take it, but I had to. It wasn’t my throat anymore, just Tony’s cocksleeve. I was no longer Emmy, no longer a person, just a sloppy wet toy to make Tony’s cock feel good. Toys didn’t get to tap out. Toys didn’t get to make decisions. Toys just got to be pyed with.

  I could feel a wave of submission washing over me, warm and soothing and calm. No more choices. No more thinking. No more worrying if I was doing the right thing. All my responsibilities were stripped away. There was just Tony, and his cock, using me however he wanted.

  It felt wonderful.

  Tony smacked my ass with his other hand and I moaned blissfully. Yes, Tony! Use me, use any part of my body you want, make me yours. He kept pying with my ass, spanking and squeezing and groping and his cock pressed deeper, deeper still, stretching my throat, making me gag and choke. I loved every second of it. I had been so unhappy, such a sad useless loser boy, and then Tony turned me into something beautiful. First a silly, slutty girl, and now his warm, wet fucktoy, and… and I loved him for it.

  It was too soon to say, way too soon to say, or even to think, honestly. This was only our first date, after all. God, what kind of slut lets a boy fuck her throat on their first date? But it was true, though. I loved him. How could I not? He was so kind, so sweet, and then so cocky and fierce and powerful. He knew just how to dominate me, how to use me, how to give me the fantasy I never thought would be possible. Okay, maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe ter on I would see Tony at work and we would ugh about this together. But god, whatever it was, it was pretty fucking amazing.

  These were big thoughts for a toy.

  As if he could read my mind, Tony tightened his grip in my hair and pulled me down hard. His cock pistoned deep into my throat, filling me up, stretching me out the whole way down. I moaned and my eyes rolled back in my head as a little gleek of saliva squirted out of my mouth. I felt so helpless, so wonderfully helpless.

  “Fuck, Emmy,” Tony moaned, “That feels so fucking good. Your throat was made to be fucked.”

  I felt a surge of pride, both from his beautiful, sexy, degrading words, and from the fact that I had already worked that out myself. I was such a smart little toy.

  Tony pulled my head back up, dragging his cock out of my throat, then shoved it back down again. He smmed my head up and down again and again, pounding his cock deep into my throat, bucking his hips up at me, smacking my face against his tummy. I felt dizzy, light-headed and ecstatic. I was right where I belonged. Tony’s slutty horny little fleshlight, tight and sloppy wet around his cock.

  “You can touch yourself, baby,” Tony grunted, “I want you to feel good.”

  I whined with arousal and love, but poor, beautiful Tony didn’t realize that I didn’t want to touch myself. That was the whole point, that I couldn’t do anything, that I had no purpose, no priorities except to be used for Tony’s pleasure. Making him feel good was better than anything I could do to myself, and his cock pounding into me was everything I could ever ask for.

  Tony picked up the pace and for a moment I really couldn’t breathe, my nose pressing too tight and too rapid against his body to take in air. It didn’t matter, though. I didn’t need oxygen, just cock, wonderful cock, thrusting into me faster, faster, faster…

  And I knew Tony wouldn't hurt me.

  “Fuck, Emmy,” Tony gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”

  I squeaked with delight and clutched tight to Tony’s waist, pulling my lips tight against his body, sucking as hard as I could until finally Tony let out an adorable little whimper. I almost giggled. It was so unlike him, a little moment of vulnerability amidst all his dominance, and it made me love him even more. I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding my throat and my mouth with delicious salty creamy hot amazing cum. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned, loud and high and deeply satisfied, as my own useless little thing spurted a pathetic load between my legs.

  Tony’s cock pulsed faintly, shrinking inside my mouth, and I swallowed again and again, taking in all of his cum. It felt so good, even if the taste, okay, maybe wasn’t quite as good as a margarita. But it was warm and filling and satisfying, and it was his. I licked my lips, gathering every st trace as I smiled wondrously up at my man.

  “Holy shit, Emmy,” Tony panted, “That was fucking incredible. You sure that wasn’t too rough?”

  I cooed with happiness and crawled up to nestle into his arm. He held me tight, kissing me softly on the forehead.

  “That was seriously your first time?” he asked, “Nobody's ever been able to take my cock like that. I’ve never been able to let loose like that. Fuck, Emmy. And did you… did you cum at the end?”

  I smiled and nodded sleepily, my heart fluttering with pride. I was too tired to say another word, too tired to do anything but cuddle against Tony and fall asleep.

  “So fucking hot,” Tony said, “You staying the night, baby?”

  “Mhm,” I murmured.

  “You got face recognition on your phone?” he asked, “I’ll text your roommate so she knows you’re okay.”

  “Mmmm,” I smiled. He was so perfect. I had so much to figure out, so much to deal with after tonight, but for now I could just rest. I didn’t have to worry. I didn’t have to do anything, or be anything. Tony would take care of me. I pnted a sloppy, tired kiss against his chest and he sighed happily.

  “Good girl, Emmy,” he said, “My beautiful little slut. You cuddle up close, okay? Because I’m never letting you go.”