His father's obsession with me

Elara

I was nineteen and still a virgin.

For weeks I had planned the perfect night to give it to my boyfriend Kael on his birthday. Soft lights, slow music, rose petals on the bed... just the two of us finally making love.

Kael said he couldn't wait.

I was nervous, but excited.

I wanted it to be special.

But tonight, everything went wrong.

I work as a part-time waitress at a fancy upscale club in the city. The pay is okay, but my boss is a real mean man. He doesn't care how the customers treat us girls. As long as the rich men keep spending money and tipping well, he looks the other way. He always tells us, "Smile, serve, and shut up."

That night was extra busy. A group of loud, rich guys in suits sat at one of my tables. They kept calling me over, laughing too loud and touching my arm every time I brought their drinks. At first they just flirted. Then one of them pushed a full bottle of expensive wine toward me.

"Come on, sweetheart, drink with us," he said with a big smile.

"I'm sorry, I don't drink on the job," I replied politely, trying to keep my voice steady.

My boss was standing behind the bar. He looked straight at me with that cold, warning stare I knew too well. It said everything without words: Drink the wine or you're fired. My stomach twisted. I needed this job for college fees and rent. I couldn't lose it.

With shaking hands, I picked up the first bottle. The wine was strong and bitter. It burned my throat as I drank. The men cheered and clapped. I finished the whole bottle. My head started feeling light and fuzzy.

They pushed the second bottle at me. "Another one, pretty girl!"

I looked at my boss again. He gave a small nod. I drank the second bottle faster. By now the room was spinning slowly. My legs felt weak, like they didn't belong to me anymore. The laughter around me sounded far away.

Then came the third bottle. I tried to refuse. "Please... I've had enough."

But my boss walked over, put his hand on my shoulder, and whispered, "Do it, Elara. Don't make me angry."

Tears stung my eyes, but I drank the third bottle too. The wine went down heavy. My vision blurred. Everything felt warm and strange. When my shift finally ended, my boss handed me my small pay envelope and said, "Go home now. You look like shit. Don't come back drunk tomorrow."

I stumbled out of the club into the dark street. The cool night air hit my face, but it didn't help. My body felt so heavy. I could barely walk straight. The street lights looked blurry and danced around me. I took a few shaky steps and then  bang  I crashed hard into a tall man.

"Omg... sorry..." I mumbled, trying to stand up straight.

Even though I was very drunk, I could still see how handsome he was. He looked like he was in his forties, tall with broad shoulders, a strong jaw, and dark intense eyes. His clothes were expensive and fit him perfectly. Something strange happened inside me. A warm, tingly feeling grew between my legs. My panties suddenly felt wet. I had never felt anything like that so strongly before.

"Are you okay, young lady?" he asked. His voice was deep, calm, and caring. He reached out to steady me with his big hand on my arm.

I stared at his lips. They looked so soft and inviting. My drunk brain stopped working. Without thinking, I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands and pulled him down. I pressed my mouth hard against his in a messy, hungry kiss. I tasted him clean, warm, and a little like mint. My tongue slipped between his lips.

He froze for a second, then gently pulled back. "Young lady, stop. You're drunk. This isn't right."

"No... please," I whispered, my voice shaky and desperate. My hands still held his shirt tight. "I need you. Take me wherever you want. Just... don't leave me alone."

He looked at me for a long moment. I could see the battle in his eyes. He sighed deeply, shook his head a little, then put his strong arm around my waist to hold me up. "Come on. Let me get you somewhere safe."

He helped me into his shiny black car. The seats were soft leather. We drove through the city lights until we stopped at a tall luxury hotel. The building looked expensive and quiet. He parked and helped me out again.

I didn't wait for us to reach the room. In the elevator, I started undressing myself. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my waitress top. I pulled it open, showing my simple black bra. My small breasts rose and fell with my fast breathing.

"Easy," he said softly, his voice getting a little rougher.

When we finally got inside the hotel room, he carried me like I weighed nothing. He kicked the door shut behind us. The big soft bed waited in the middle of the fancy room. He laid me down gently.

I was burning up. My body needed him so badly. He leaned over me, his handsome face close to mine. He kissed my neck slowly, then my shoulders. His hands moved to my bra and unhooked it. When he took my small breasts into his mouth, sucking gently on my hard nipples, I moaned loud.

"Oh... that feels good..." I whispered.

He kept kissing lower, down my stomach. He pulled off my skirt and panties in one smooth motion. I was completely naked now, my legs shaking. I spread them wide without thinking, showing him my wet, virgin pussy.

"Please... I need it now," I begged, my voice sounding needy.

He stood up and took off his own clothes. His body was so strong and mature  wide chest, hard muscles, and a thick, long cock that stood straight up. It looked big and heavy. I stared at it, my mouth dry.

He climbed back on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit. I whimpered and arched my back.

"Are you really sure about this?" he asked one last time, his voice low and serious.

I nodded quickly, my eyes half-closed. "Yes... fuck me. Please."

He pushed the head inside me slowly. The stretch was intense. It hurt, but it also felt so deep and full. I gasped loudly and dug my nails into his shoulders.

"Oh god... it's so big..." I cried out.

He went deeper, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside my tight virgin pussy. The pain mixed with a hot, throbbing pleasure I had never felt before. He started moving slow thrusts at first, then faster. The bed began to creak with every push.

I moaned louder and louder. "Yes... oh yes... it hurts but it feels so good..."

My small body shook under his strong frame. Every thrust made wet slapping sounds. My juices coated his thick cock as he fucked me harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

"Harder... please... fuck me harder," I begged, surprising myself with how dirty the words sounded.

He obeyed. His hips slammed into me faster. His cock hit a sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I screamed in pleasure, my voice filling the hotel room.

"Oh fuck... yes... right there... don't stop!"

My pussy clenched tight around him again and again. The pain was fading, replaced by pure, addictive pleasure. I loved how full he made me feel. I loved the way his strong body moved on top of me.

I didn't want it to end.