A New Short Story | Andy’s First time

Andy tapped the pen against the clipboard twice as she doubled-checked the boxes she’d marked.

Yes to temporary masks.

No urine or feces.

No guns or knives.

Yes to any form of penetration.

Yes to unsafe sex.

No breathing constriction. 

No drugs and alcohol. 

Yes to belts, ties, crops, and floggers…

She’d checked more yeses than she’d planned, but before she second-guessed herself, Andy signed the box at the bottom and gave her consent.

The receptionist asked her to wait. Her consent wasn’t enough. She had to be checked out by a staff doctor, who was all business as he spread her legs, poked around her pussy, and took swabs. All she wanted him to do was hold her down and fuck her.

A snap of new gloves made her toes curl around the stirrups, and the doctor spread a new glob of lube over his index finger. “I need you to move down a few more inches.”

Andy’s ass hung off the end of the exam table, a draft tightening her taint as his warm hand pushed her knees higher.

The cold jelly rubbed against her rear, popping into her ass and making her shudder. It was enough to make her come.

She pinched her nipples through her sensible top as he wiggled another finger inside of her. But after a little thrusting and tapping, he pulled back out. Her core burned for more.

The doctor wheeled from between her legs. “We’ll call you tomorrow with the results, and they’ll set up a preliminary appointment.”

Sitting up, she gripped the end of the table. One more day of suppressing her need to be submissive; she could manage, even if she didn’t want to. Folding away the stirrups, the doctor walked out of the exam room.

Glancing around the room twice, she straddled the corner of the exam table, rubbing against it until a sharp, brief orgasm pierced through her.

The pleasure pounded in the base of her skull and quieted to a headache as she dressed. It wasn’t enough, and she’d simply have to wait.

***

The phone call came during her lunch hour, and the extra enthusiasm and confidence won her a new client and three new exhibits. And then, she went out to celebrate.

Grabbing her go-bag, packed with an extra set of clothes and the necessities for her business trips, Andy breezed past her employees with a sense of purpose. The clicking of her heels bounced off the office walls and sent goosebumps up her skirt and between her thighs.

Once in her car, she popped open the top two buttons on her shirt and traced the tight flesh between her breasts. Andy couldn’t get to the club fast enough.

She didn’t have to sit long in the waiting room before the receptionist escorted her down a plain-looking hallway and opened the door to a bare hotel room. “Nikola will be in shortly to meet with you.”

Anticipation jarred her at the name, and she nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed to wait. But after a few seconds, Andy was on her feet again, examining the sparse furniture—an armoire, a desk with a mirror, a dresser with a large television, a bathroom, and a closet. In the nightstand drawer were packages of condoms, lube, cock rings, and smaller marital aids.

Andy bit her lip. What other treasures were hidden about the room? It looked so normal.

The mystery of it sent her to the mirror instead. Bra and breasts exposed, she pulled her hair free of its sensible bun. The waves made her more attractive, but she refastened it. What if Nikola wanted to take it down himself?

The door opened as she slipped in the second bobby pin.

Drenched in leather and dark hair slicked away from his face, the man she assumed to be Nikola entered. Their gazes met, and he smiled—small and naughty. He perfectly matched her fantasies.

The door clicked closed behind him, his deadly sway made her grip the edge of the dresser.

“Andrea.” The sound of her name covered in his accent sent her knees wobbly. “I am Nikola.”

“I prefer Andy.” Her voice whispered out of her, timid and almost unrecognizable.

“Andy, then.” Nikola closed the gap between them, took her hands, and tugged her away from the mirror. “We will begin slowly. Get to know each other.”

Did she need to get to know him? The way her pulse ricocheted in her ears and flamed her sex, she just wanted him to take control of her.

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Andy  is sick of being the boss. It leaves her with no time to soothe her frustrations.

When she hears about Club Pleasure, she books an appointment and is surprised by how perfectly Nikola fits her fantasies.

Will she be able to fully give up her control to a stranger or will she leave unsatisfied?

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