The s*x Journey of A Virgin

Season 2. The Guard On Duty, Again

I groaned, throwing my head back as I stretched, giving my raging wood a moment to calm down before preparing for the next session.

Today had been a wild crazy ride for me from the beginning of my evening shift up until now. There had been s*x scenes ranging from deflowerings to hard-core b**m.

Yet no other deflowering had gotten me quite as riled up as Leah, the innocent eighteen-year-old virgin who had been in the 'Newbie Center' just last week.

She’d lost her virginity to Troy, who had taken peculiar care in making her first time unforgettable, even for me. I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was, in her simple words, amazing. It made me surprised yet equally glad that she had chosen to come here instead of losing her V card in some drunken college fumble in the dark. She’d come without expectations and left with an experience– a taste of real pleasure from a man who was a few years short of being twice her age.

Damn. Troy had taken his time, roamed over every inch of her body, and made her feel like she was worth every minute that he spent with her. It was as though their bodies were magnets with an undeniable attraction and the longer they held each other, the more powerful it became.

No wonder Leah had asked Troy if they could meet again. However, I knew it was simply his job, so I fully expected him to laugh it off and bid her 'good luck and good night'. But he didn’t. He actually agreed, and since then, I've been waiting, anxiously looking forward to their next encounter.

I smiled at the memory as I grabbed the next client's file. The door to room 5 opened at the same time, causing the bottom left square on the screen to light up.

I barely got a glimpse at the note 'as per request' scribbled at the top corner of the paper, when my eyes looked up.

Instantly my focus was drawn to the activity as I clicked to enlarge the image. Then my eyes widened, pleasantly surprised as Leah stepped in and closed the door behind her.

I silently chuckled to myself as my eyes drifted back to the note on the file. I'm glad my request was considered and granted. I definitely wanted to see her again. It was only Wednesday. Who knew I wouldn't have had to wait until the end of the week to see her again?

She walked over and sat on the corner couch, much like she did the first time she came.

However, she’d traded her jeans for a sundress that left me gawking at her. So much for trying to calm my raging hard-on.

Two locks fell on either side of her face, framing the round shape while the rest of her curls were pulled up in a neater bun than last week– though I wondered just how long that neatness would last.

She waited, her feet nervously bouncing on the floor, while occasionally wiping her palms on her dress as she chewed on her bottom lip.

Since Troy had said yes, I had no doubts he'd show up and soon her wait was over because the door opened and, as expected, Troy walked in. Leah's face seemed to light up with excitement and relief as she practically shot up to her feet.

“Hey.” She tried to act cool but her greeting was more of a nervous whisper and her wave, a little awkward.

Nevertheless, Troy smiled warmly at her as he shucked out of his coat. He threw it over one of the chairs before walking over to where she stood. “Hey,” he replied, his smile never faltering.

The moment they stood together it was like watching polar opposites in the same force field. He was calm, while simultaneously exuding an air of confidence whereas she just looked like a ball of nerve. But you know what they say about opposites.

He appraised Leah from head to foot, the few seconds of silence seemingly putting her on edge causing her to fidget with her fingers behind her back.

"Amm..." She cleared her throat. "Should we– should I–"

"Oh, sorry, sorry." Troy chuckled. "I was just admiring you in this yellow dress. I didn't think it was possible for you to look even sexier now than you did in those jeans.”

“Oh, thank you” Leah blushed, clearly caught off guard. “I guess I tried something different."

"For me?"

She nodded, probably admitting more than she needed to. "I’ve um, I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Troy seemed amused “You mean the s*x or seeing me?"

"...both"

"I bet you have." Troy chuckled, a deep throaty sound. "So how was your first week as a non-virgin?”

Leah grinned. “It was... it was pretty great, actually. Sent my ex a picture of my Defloration certificate."

"Should have been a voice note." Troy whispered as he stepped close to her, their fronts almost touching. "One where you were screaming my name as I claimed your pus*y over and over again." Leah's body shuddered as Troy gripped her waist pulling her more flush against him.

She looked up, dryly swallowing as his heated gaze bore into her.

For a moment, it looked as if he was about to kiss her and hell she thought so too. Her eyes fluttered close, waiting, but instead, he ran his nose from her jaw down to her neck. “You smell good.”

Leah's breath hitched in her throat as his lips schemed across its surface. “I um, ah… thanks.”

Troy smiled against her skin before bringing his mouth up to hers, his breath ghosting over her lips. “I’m not sure if I should mention this, but I’ve also been looking forward to this too.”

It was hard not to chuckle at Leah's bewildered expression.“Really?”

Troy nodded. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you– what I could teach you. Gosh, just thinking about it now makes my di*k painfully throb.”

Instinctively, Leah looked down, her eyes widening at the beast still trapped within Troy’s jeans.

She reached down between them, her palm sliding against the bulge. "Let me help rub the pain away."

I couldn't tell if she was truly that innocent or merely playing the part, but it didn't matter. Troy groaned as he cupped her face, instantly capturing her lips. I swear I could feel the heat and passion radiating through the screen.

Leah closed her eyes as their tongues seemed to dance with s****l energy. He inched closer as if touching hadn't been close enough, squashing her t**s flat against his solid chest while pressing that caged beast more firmly into Leah's stroking palm. A deep, lustful moan escaped Leah's lips involuntarily as their lips finally parted. Then Troy, with a heaving chest, looked down at Leah, his gaze dark and intense as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Undress me."

He walked over to the bed and sat on its edge as he beckoned Leah over. "Show me how much you remember from last week.”

Leah took slow strides that seemed almost purposeful as she approached him, their eyes locked on each other.

I was already inching to the edge of my seat as I watched Leah kneel at his feet. She dutifully took off his socks and shoes, before running her hands slowly, sexually up his calves and resting them on his knees.

She was now directly in line with the co*k she had been rubbing only moments ago and her pebbled nip*ples did very little to hide her excitement.

"Do you remember how you did it last week?" He asked, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb.

“Remember? It was pretty much all I thought about all week.” Leah admitted, seemingly in a daze as her eyes never left Troy’s covered co*k.

She remained transfixed, even after her tongue, voluntarily or involuntarily flicked out to moisten her lips.

“And did you ever pleasure yourself to the memories of what I did to you?” Troy asked casually, though a hint of genuine curiosity lingered in his tone.

She nodded, almost absentmindedly, her body seemingly on autopilot, easily yielding up the truth without a second thought. “Every night.”

Troy smiled, smugly. “Well seeing that I took care of you last week, it's only fair to make it your turn this week, how does that sound?”

"Fair." Leah nodded again, though I doubt her brain fully registered what she was getting herself into. “Is it so you can have memories of me to jerk off to?" The second the words left her mouth, her head jerked up pulling her from her stupor as her eyes instantly widened. She swallowed hard, probably fearing she had overstepped her boundaries. “Oh gosh, sorry, I didn’t mean to ask, I don't even know what I was thinking– I'm probably not the only one– not that I ever thought I was the only one. You probably see tons of girls like me all the time, this is your job, heck you've probably been here already for the week, or maybe even live with someone... gosh, I don’t know why– I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

"Leah, breathe" Troy chuckled, finally cutting off a very panicked and embarrassed Leah as he leaned forward. He hooked his finger under her chin forcing her to look up at him. “Yes, this is my job, and I've seen my fair share of girls and women over the years, but I haven’t been here all week. Honestly, I’ve been waiting and looking forward for tonight. I couldn't seem to get away from the memory of f*****g your sweet tight pu*sy and trust me, I jerked off to the mental images of your pretty little mouth around my c**k,” he whispered, “... Probably twice a day."

Leah seemed to calm as he gently slid his thumb over her lips.

"So how about you remind me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do, huh?”

Maybe his confession was just what Leah needed and though his revelation shocked me, I was eager to see just how drastically the news would affect the two's dynamic.

Leah licked her lips and nodded, finally reaching up to release Troy's c**k from its restrain.

He leaned up slightly, allowing her to pull his pants completely off before he sat back down. He had opted to wear no briefs which would explain how his di*k protruded so forcefully against his slacks.

With his legs planted on either side of Leah's kneeling frame, his heavy sac rested on the bed, his thick c**k jutting out proudly. He leaned back on his outstretched hands, spreading his legs a little wider, giving himself a perfect view of what Leah was about to do to him.

Leah slowly leaned in placing her hands on his thighs as she kissed the head of his c**k. Then she licked it, tasting it, before she sunk her wide, opened mouth right over the mushroom tip and sucked him hard.

“s**t,” Troy groaned, staring wide eyes at her. “You’ve been practicing”

I couldn't tell if it was a statement or a question, but it gave me a pretty good idea of how her mouth felt.

Leah released his d**k with a lewd pop, a faint smile on her already glistening lips. “Maybe with a few bananas and a little reading... but not with anyone, I promise.” she quickly added as though being with someone else would have been an offense.

Troy smiled warmly, her confession clearly what he hoped to hear. Then placing his hand against Leah’s cheek, he gently guided her back to his d**k.

Leah opened wide and took him willingly, further this time.

“f**k that’s good,” Troy murmured, tossing his head back.

She held her mouth down for a few seconds before sliding back up to the tip. Then she licked down the shaft to his balls, swirling her tongue around them before sucking one into her mouth.

Troy’s eyes clamped shut as he leaned back onto his elbows and widened his legs, his breaths more ragged than before. His head fell back for a moment, then his eyes opened as he looked back down at the girl between his legs. Leah was putting whatever she had read to serious work.

She went back to Troy’s c**k and ran her flattened tongue over the head before taking him in again. Her head began to bop to a steady rhythm, her hands leaving Troy’s thighs to hold onto whatever else hadn't fit into her mouth.

Soon Troy was groaning louder, his hands gripping the sheet as he fought the urge to thrust his c**k further down her throat. The pained expression on his face had revealed his inner turmoil.

Finally, an out of breath Troy, placed his hand on Leah's shoulders and gently pushed her away. “Gosh, you’re killing me. I wanna c*m already,”

By the look of his rigid c**k, he wasn’t exaggerating.

“Stand up.”

Leah stood, and Troy lifted Leah's dress until it pooled around her waist. Then grabbing the fabric with one hand, he used the other to peel away her lace black panties.

Damn, she looked sexy in it yet she was just as sexy out of it.

Troy looked up at her briefly with a smile before fastening his eyes back down to her sweet pus*y. "Hold this."

She took her bunched-up dress from his hand and held it just like he had. Now with freed hands, Troy ran his fingers up and down Leah’s thighs, going close to her quiver pu*sy but never fully touching it– not yet. Her legs shook slightly from the teasing as she bit her lips, though unsuccessfully stifling her moans.

“Touch is important,” Troy whispered his mouth not far from her pu*sy. “It often helps to set the mood.” Then Troy took hold of her hips and pulled her closer. Meticulous ignoring the sleek pu*sy in front of him, he pushed her dress higher and kissed her stomach, and each hip bone, before licking a trail down to the valley.

Leah's body shuddered as she squeezed her eyes shut, bucking her hips forward. Troy smiled, parting her folds with his fingers before slowly licking a line up to her cl*t.

Leah gasped, grabbing the fabric tighter as she bent her legs, widening her stance.

“I think... I think I might c*m soon,” Leah moaned breathily as Troy sucked on her cl*t, while his expert fingers danced in the slip of her juices.

Troy kept licking and sucking for a moment before slowly releasing her. “How many times do you think you can come tonight?”

“Um… I dunno." Leah panted, shrugging her shoulders.

Troy smiled salaciously. “How about we aim for four or maybe even make it more.”