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.

He kept thrusting harder, his thick cock stretching my tight pussy with every powerful stroke. I screamed louder, my voice breaking as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

"Fuck me, daddy! I want it fast... oh yes, I love it!" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. I didn't even know why I called him that, but it felt right in the moment.

Damien groaned deep in his throat. His hands gripped my hips tighter, pulling me against him as he pounded into me faster. The wet slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the hotel room. My small breasts bounced with every hard thrust. I arched my back, pushing my body up to meet him.

"Yes... just like that... deeper!" I begged, my nails digging into his strong back. My virgin pussy clenched around his big cock, soaking wet and throbbing. Every time he slammed in, he hit that sweet spot inside me that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back.

"You feel so fucking tight," he growled, his voice rough and low. He leaned down, sucking hard on my nipple while he fucked me even faster. The pain from my first time had completely turned into pure pleasure now. I loved how full he made me feel. I loved the way his heavy balls slapped against my ass.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him as deep as he could go. "Don't stop... I'm so close... oh god, yes!"

My whole body started shaking. The pressure built higher and higher until I exploded. My pussy squeezed his cock hard as I came, screaming loud enough for the whole floor to probably hear. Waves of intense pleasure rushed through me again and again. I had never felt anything like it.

Damien kept thrusting through my orgasm, his breathing getting heavier. "Good girl... take it all," he whispered hotly in my ear.

A few more deep, hard strokes and he groaned loudly. His cock pulsed inside me as he came, filling me with hot spurts of his cum. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard and covered in sweat. My body felt weak and satisfied. We stayed like that for a minute, his cock still twitching inside me.

Then everything went black as we both fell into a deep, exhausted sleep.

I woke up the next morning in a soft, expensive bed that wasn't mine. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. My head pounded from the wine, and my body felt sore between my legs. When I turned, I saw him the handsome older man from last night  sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in a clean shirt. He looked at me with calm, dark eyes.

"Good morning," he said softly, his voice gentle.

Shame hit me like a truck. I was completely naked under the sheets. Memories started flooding back  the way I kissed him first, how I begged him to fuck me, how I screamed "daddy" and asked for it harder. My face burned red. I sat up quickly, pulling the sheet tight around my body.

"You raped me!" I accused, my voice shaking with guilt and panic. "I was saving myself for my boyfriend's birthday. This wasn't supposed to happen!"

He sighed and looked at me seriously. "I didn't rape you, Elara. You were drunk, yes, but you threw yourself at me. You kissed me first in the street. In the elevator you started undressing yourself. You begged me to take you to the hotel. You spread your legs and said 'fuck me' more than once. You even told me to go harder. I asked you several times if you were sure. You said yes every time."

I remembered everything now. The way I pulled him into that kiss, how wet I got just looking at him, how I screamed in pleasure and asked for more. Tears filled my eyes. I felt so ashamed.

"I... I have to go," I whispered.

I grabbed my clothes from the floor, dressed as fast as I could, and ran for the door. He stood up quickly.

"Young lady, wait  what's your name? At least let me send you some money for a taxi or"

But I didn't listen. I slammed the door behind me and ran out of the hotel, my heart pounding with guilt.

When I got back to my dorm, my best friend Selene was waiting, sipping coffee on her bed. "Elara! Where were you last night? You didn't come back after your shift."

"I... I stayed at a friend's place," I lied quickly, avoiding her eyes. "It got too late."

She raised an eyebrow but didn't push. I showered fast, trying to wash away the smell of him, but I could still feel his thick cock inside me. Every movement reminded me of how he fucked me so hard and good. I brushed the feeling away, telling myself it was a mistake.

Today was Kael's birthday. I dressed up nicely  a cute short dress that made me look innocent again. I tried to smile as I headed to the big apartment where the party was happening. The music was loud, people were dancing, there was plenty of food and drinks everywhere. The party looked lit and fun, but my stomach was in knots.

Kael saw me and grinned wide. He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "Baby, you made it! I want you to meet someone special."

Before I could say anything, he turned me toward a tall man walking into the room. My heart stopped. It was him  the man from the hotel. Damien.

"Elara, this is my dad, Damien Rivera," Kael said proudly.

Damien's eyes locked on mine. Recognition hit him too. For a second, everything froze.

"Hi... nice to meet you, young lady," Damien said calmly. He stepped forward and pulled me into a quick hug. His strong arms wrapped around me, and I felt his warm breath near my ear as he whispered softly so only I could hear, "So it's you."

My body reacted instantly  that same heat between my legs. I tried to stay still, but my heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. Panic flooded me. I had hooked up with my boyfriend's father. I had screamed for him, came on his cock, and let him fill me up.

"Excuse me," I mumbled, pulling away. "I need to use the washroom."

I ran to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My legs felt weak. My mind raced. What was I going to do now? How could I face Kael? How could I ever explain that I had already given my virginity  and screamed in pleasure  to his own dad?

I didn't know what to do.

I locked the bathroom door and leaned against it, breathing fast. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. How could this be happening? The man who took my virginity last night  the one who fucked me so hard that I screamed "daddy" and begged for more  was my boyfriend's father. Damien Rivera. I felt sick with guilt and shame. My legs still felt weak from remembering his thick cock stretching me.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Elara," a deep voice said quietly. "Open the door. We need to talk."

It was Damien. My stomach twisted. I didn't want to see him, but I also didn't want anyone at the party to notice something was wrong. With shaking hands, I unlocked the door just a little. Damien pushed it open gently and stepped inside, then closed and locked it behind him. The bathroom suddenly felt too small. He was so tall and close. I could smell his cologne  the same one from last night.

He looked at me with those dark, intense eyes. A small smile played on his lips, but it wasn't kind. It was teasing.

"Does your boyfriend know you fucked me last night?" he asked softly, his voice low and calm.

The words hit me like a slap. Anger rushed through me. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face.

"You're an asshole!" I whispered angrily. "That's your son! How can you say that?"

Damien didn't even flinch. He touched his cheek where my hand had left a red mark, then looked back at me with the same calm expression.

"I know I have a son," he said. "But before you met Kael, you were busy fucking a stranger last night. You pulled me into that kiss. You begged me to take you to the hotel. You spread your legs and screamed for me to fuck you harder. You even called me daddy while your tight little pussy was clenching around my cock. It was no mistake, Elara. You wanted it. You loved every second."

Tears filled my eyes. I remembered everything so clearly now  the way I undressed myself in the elevator, how wet I got when he pushed inside me, how I moaned and begged for more even though it was my first time. My face burned with shame.

"Please... don't tell him," I whispered, my voice breaking. "It was a mistake. I was drunk. I was saving myself for Kael. Please, just forget it happened."

Damien stepped closer. His tall body almost touched mine. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and serious now.

"I won't tell him... for now," he said quietly. "But you need to know the truth about my son. Kael is not the good boyfriend you think he is."

I pushed past him and unlocked the door. "Leave me alone," I said, my voice shaking. I quickly stepped out of the bathroom, leaving him standing there alone.

The party was still loud. Music blasted from the speakers. People were laughing and dancing. I looked around for Kael, but he was nowhere to be found. I checked the living room, the kitchen, even the balcony. Nothing.

"Are you looking for him?" a familiar deep voice asked from behind me.

I turned around. Damien was standing there again, holding a glass of water like nothing had happened.

"Can you please leave me alone for once?" I snapped, trying to keep my voice low so no one would hear.

Damien didn't move. He looked at me with that same serious expression. "Or maybe he is busy hooking up with some girl right now."

My mouth fell open. "What? How can you say something like that about your own son? What kind of father are you?"

"I'm just trying to warn you," he said calmly. "I know who my son is. He's a playboy. He uses girls and throws them away. You seem like a nice girl, Elara. You deserve better than that."

I felt so angry. My hands shook. "If your plan is to deceive me just so you can sleep with me again, then you're lying. I don't believe you."

Damien gave a small, sad smile. He didn't argue. He just nodded once and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

I stood there feeling confused and mad. Part of me wanted to believe Kael was different. We had only been dating for one week, but he seemed sweet. I took out my phone and tried calling Kael. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. I sent a text: "Where are you? I'm at the party."

No reply.

I thought about what Damien had said. Was Kael really with another girl right now? On his own birthday? I shook my head and brushed the thought away. Damien was probably just saying those things to get close to me again. He was the bad one here  not Kael. I was sure of it.

The party continued around me, but I felt completely alone. My body still remembered Damien's touch from last night. Every time I moved, I could feel a dull ache between my legs that reminded me of how hard he had fucked me. I tried to ignore it and smiled at some of Kael's friends, pretending everything was normal.

But deep inside, I was scared. The secret was already burning inside me, and I didn't know how long I could keep it hidden.