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He'd been told to wait so many times that the words were starting to lose meaning. He'd heard every story about just finding someone, and how the "magic" would take over, and everything would just fall into place. That would somehow make everything more special; it would change his life forever.

Monroe was so tired of hearing those same old lines, but he couldn't get them out of the back of his head, even as he stood at the front turnstile of a place that sure to relieve him of his lifelong problem.

"Miss Jubilee? Yes, she's...available for the next three hours. How much of that time would you like to book, sir?"

His pawtips were shaking, but Monroe refused to back down, even when his body was telling him that he wasn't ready to make such a commitment. His jaw was tense, but he had to unclench his teeth, even if it was just to answer the woman on the other side of the glass and steel.

"T...two hours," he stammered. "I think two hours should be plenty."

"Most people are walking funny after just one hour with her, but I'm sure that she'll be glad to accommodate you for that time," the front desk attendant replied, unable to help teasing him about what he was getting himself into. "I'll let Cherry know that you're on your way upstairs; she's in room 203. The door should be unlocked when you get there."

Monroe wasn't the first man to buy the end of his virginity, and like so many others, it wasn't a lack of attraction or a lack of attempts that left him holding onto his chaste nature into his twenties.

For the number of attempts he made, the rat had an equal number of reasons that things ended up going wrong for him. He'd only ever gotten as close as feeling the natural warmth of a woman against his paw, but things never went any further than that; a single feel of it was all he needed to become addicted, and ever since he came so close, thoughts of crossing that final, sexual line dominated his mind.

Naturally, he didn't tell anyone what he was doing or where he was going, that evening. He didn't call or text any friends or family members, and even though he passed all sorts of people on the street walking to the well-disguised brothel, he didn't greet any of them. There was a seedy overtone to the meeting he'd planned that night, and the closer the moment of truth came, the more if felt like he was suffocating.

His throat was so dry that he could scarcely manage a reply to the kind woman at the front desk. "Thank y-you," he finally said, but she only giggled and waved her fingers at him with a practiced, dainty gesture.

She'd seen his type come through the front door more than enough times to know something about him...something he still believed was a secret.

"203...second floor, then," he whispered to himself as he looked to his left. There was an entry to a lobby that was decorated with old, ornate marble and limestone fixtures, all the way from the black and white floors to the pillars that scraped the ceilings, but to the side of all that opulence was an old case of wooden stairs, leading up to the second floor.

There was an elevator just to the side of the staircase, but customers were almost never granted access to it, and Monroe didn't relish the idea of asking about them when he saw a tall, thick Doberman standing next to the doors, right in front of the buttons.

"Yup, s-stairs will work just fine!" he muttered, making his way up them with such a pace that you might have thought the canine was chasing him.

He went up far more steps than he remembered a single flight ever being, but when he came to the top, he heard a quiet, mechanical buzzzz , and the door in front of him swung open, much like the common area of an apartment.

He stepped through, and felt another wave of heavy reality wash over him. Each step down the hall was like pulling his legs out of deep, sloppy mud, and every breath he took failed to fill his lungs to a point of comfort.

It was less of a knock, and more of a lean against the door to room 203, when he finally came to it. He knew the sensation of panic, and as it dawned on him, he did his best to stand up straight, smile wide, and look presentable for the woman on the other side.

He heard footsteps coming closer and immediately flattened out his grin, knowing it looked too cheesy. He fussed with his headfur one last time and tried his best not to ruin it, but he couldn't stop second guessing himself; only the sound of the door unlocking broke him from his ministrations and brought his paws back to his sides.

Monroe still looked stiff as a board when a fellow rat opened the door, standing about a foot shorter than he was...but from his perspective, she had so much more presence than he could ever hope to.

"Monroe, right?"

He nodded quietly and pretended that his throat wasn't bulged with a gulp.

"The quiet type, I see," she joked. "I'm Cherry Jubilee. Come on in."

The pun in her name only then dawned on him, and he realized that it must have been a stage name, rather than the one she was given. Silly as he felt for that, he felt sillier still for standing in place for a few seconds after she swung the door open and cleared a path for him.

Her brow was just starting to cock when his legs finally took that first, daunting step into the room where his supposed destiny was waiting for him.

"You look kinda like you've seen a ghost, Monroe. I know I didn't have all the time in the world to freshen up, but I hope I'm not that off-putting."

He didn't find the words to answer until she closed the door behind him. He was standing and staring straight ahead, but the words still poured from his mouth before he had a chance to look back at her. "N-No, no! That's not it at all, Cherry. You're...h-honestly, you're beautiful."

She smiled, but it was a bit of a tired smile: one that told a story of how many times she'd heard that from men who didn't mean it, much less those who did.

"Well, I'm glad you finally found your voice," she teased. Her lips of ruby curled into a wry grin as she watched him closely, wondering if he was going to throw himself on him, or tremble in place for the next two hours. "And your tongue is awfully sweet, to boot! Something tells me we'll be getting along just fine, stranger."

Even though Monroe knew she was setting him up for an easy pun, he couldn't find a way to grab the low-hanging fruit.

Unlike every other attempt he'd ever made to lose his virginity before, this time, it was a guarantee : Cherry was paid for this kind of work, and as soon as he gave the order for her to do it...whether that meant her climbing on top, kneeling in front of him, or laying flat on her back, she'd comply, and he'd be a virgin no longer.

This time, if he didn't lose it, he had no one to blame but himself and his own indecisive nature, and she could see that mental battle going back and forth behind his eyes.

"Back to being the strong and silent type, eh?"

Monroe blinked.

"It's okay, sweetie. A lotta guys have hang ups about this kind of thing, the first time they try it," she explained. "How about I pour you a drink and we loosen up a little bit?"

Just at the mention of getting loose, she hooked a thumb under the strap of her brassier and began lowering it over the side of her arm. Gray fur was contrasted beautifully by the scarlet fabric of tight, gripping lingerie, and down below, a panty and stocking combination left her dolled up in such an outfit, Monroe felt as though he'd been given a present to unwrap.

She was still waiting for him to embrace that childish initiative and tear off the wrapping paper, but he was a polite boy, and a timid one: she knew she'd have to coax him into taking action, but she didn't begrudge that fact.

Just judging by the way that he carried himself in that moment, she had a feeling she knew what was keeping him at bay.

"That...t-that sounds lovely," Monroe finally admitted. He wanted to kick himself for tripping over his words at all, but even when he joked about his first time with his friends, they always chatted about it like it was a conquest; that left him convinced that it would be mostly the same for him, with his entire body reflecting the confidence that he should have felt.

Instead, he was trying not to clench the tight spot of his chest as he looked at the hotel inspired set up: a large, king sized bed was sitting against a wall with an entertainment center and a television just to the right of it, but there was dust collecting on the screen. The only part of it that saw any use was the mini fridge that sat near the bottom, and as Cherry fished her way through the ingredients, Monroe took a casual seat on the edge of the bed, the best that his body would allow.

Her use of grenadine in the glass was no mistake: everything about the personality she'd picked was a shade of red, from the sheets on the bed, to the fabric that scarcely covered her body, to the very nature of the drink she'd mixed him. "I've never heard someone say that they'd hate a drink," she joked as she handed it over to him.

With a more experienced customer, she would have plopped right down next to him, but instead, she took a gentle lean against the low shelf of the entertainment center and rested her palms flat against it as she watched him enjoy the first refreshing sip of the adult beverage.

"I don't think I've ever had something so sweet," Monroe admitted. His confidence wasn't immediately boosted by the drink, but having something else to think about was helping to calm him, in the face of the scantily-clad woman that sat just inches away. "This is really good!"

"I get that a lot," Cherry admitted. Behind a slowly lifted paw, she giggled and watched as he took another full swig. "Both parts of it, actually..."

"I can't imagine anyone complaining over something good and sweet," Monroe replied. He hardly realized that he was flirting, until Cherry perked an ear to his words, and with a more genuine smile, she crossed her arms over her chest.

That gesture was just enough to keep the loop around her arm from falling and giving Monroe a show that men like himself literally paid to see all the time.

"If they were dumb enough to complain about it after paying for it, that's their business," she mentioned. "But you don't seem like the dumb type to me, Monroe. Just quiet...shy...maybe a little inexperienced?"

He was so close to denying what she'd implied, until he watched a single digit coming toward him. Flowing through the air like a gracefully dropping feather, he was paralyzed, believing it would reach him no matter how he moved.

His whole body shivered when that pawtip crooked under his chin and gave it a delicate tickle.

"Maybe, j-just a little," he gave that much easily, but he didn't want to say the word that she was reaching for. "Not as experienced as my friends, anyway."

"But your friends aren't here right now," she reminded him. "It's just you and me, and trust me, sweetie...honesty is always the best policy in the bedroom. Doesn't matter who you're sleeping with."

That she was taking a guiding role without being asked was helpful to Monroe. The younger rat was already starting to melt in her skillful touch, and as of yet, she hadn't exposed a single thing to him; her lingerie was just the right fit that the outline of her most sacred areas was pressed, but not completely given away.

Monroe would have to work for it if he really wanted the full monty, and she could see that desire in his eyes, even if he was too bashful to properly express it.

"Well, h-how...how honest is too honest?" Monroe asked. He wanted to gaze away from her as he spoke, but her soft, constant touch on his lower jaw was just the comfort he needed to remain trapped by it, without knowing he already was. "What if I tell you too much?"

"They wouldn't have let you in with drugs or a weapon," Cherry checked a couple things off the list right away. "And our services are only provided to the cleanest customers, so I know you don't have any diseases...what else could you have to hide from me?"

They were dancing around the word so expertly that Monroe could only imagine she knew his little secret.

Instead of the look of judgment he'd always wrongfully expected, she was giving him a look that rested somewhere between the paid worker that she was, a genuinely caring woman who knew the gravity of what that moment meant to him.

"About the inexperience-

The single, hooked digit that was stroking his chin drifted right up the front of his muzzle and settled on his lips, cutting him off. "If it makes you uncomfortable to say it, you don't have to," she offered. "Trust me, Monroe...you're not the first one I've bagged, and I'm sure you won't be the last."

His lips hung open for a moment as she gave away her own secret, but her look was only mildly smug. She couldn't help having a hint of that appearance as she applauded her own perception, but she still gave him a minute, seeing that what she'd revealed was a lot for him to process.

"Does everyone know or something?"

"No," she replied calmly. Her voice, even then, was so soothing that it kept him from spinning into the emotional turmoil he was trying so hard to hide. "This isn't a jab at your ego, so try not to take it that way, but...not every person you pass on the street is thinking about fucking you, and even those that are have no way of knowing if you're a virgin or not."

"And what about my friends?"

"Well, if you told them, then of course they know...and given the little bit of information I've got about you...I know your friends know, and I sure hope you're not doing this to impress them."

Monroe gulped.

"Because," she continued, "That would be a huge waste of a very special moment, and frankly, while I'm paid to do this for a living...I don't want you going into this thinking about them, or how they feel about your status."

"You don't?" Monroe asked, but immediately after, he rolled his eyes at himself. "Well, of course you don't. That was stupid."

"Kinda silly, yeah," she agreed, but as she did, she lifted her palm to his head and playfully ruffled his fur. "But if you're really gonna spend the next few hours with me, I don't want you worrying about anything at all, kid. I've got a job to do, and it goes a lot deeper than fucking you for money."

He started to smile, but Monroe couldn't hide how flustered he was. "Dare I ask what other job you're planning to take on at the same time?"

"A lot of the people who get into my line of work are just here for a check, and with some guys, that's what I'm here for, too...but if you're gonna trust me with your first time, I wanna make sure I'm on my best behavior," Cherry explained. "It's my duty to show you the right way to touch your next lover, while teaching you so much more about your own body than you ever knew..."

It was hard for Monroe to believe that this moment was finally coming, and the drink threatened to fall from his grasp as Cherry finally leaned up from the edge of her seat and stepped forward. Like a toppled domino, Monroe leaned back slowly at first and then fell over entirely, going flat all at once.

She hadn't even touched him, but he'd given himself up so easily that she couldn't help another giggle.

"I'm lucky that you finished the whole thing first," she said, as she reached over and took the glass from his hand. "That stuff never would have come out of the sheets."

"Oh, o-oh...sorry," Monroe apologized, but he forced a nervous smile as Cherry stood above him, gazing at him through eyes that had seen every kind of approach he could manage. "And I'm sorry if I'm a little awkward, I just-

"Don't apologize," she interrupted. "Don't worry about being cool for me, or sexy for me, or anything like that. Just...do your best to relax, and if I'm moving too fast, tell me to stop."

What little interactions he'd had with the opposite sex seemed like bumps in the road when Cherry knelt down in front of him and grabbed the buckle of his belt. She whipped it free so easily that he wondered how such an act was even possible, but the rest of his mind immediately focused on the way that she yanked down at his pants thereafter.

There was nothing special in her technique there, and no trick to the act as she rested a palm over his covered length. There was just a warm smile on her muzzle as she admired the bulge and gave it a few delicate strokes, rolling the pads of her palm over it.

"I can't s-stop shaking," Monroe admitted. He knew she'd be able to feel it anyway, but he couldn't help voicing his panic over it as his paws trembled across the sheets, but the tremors refused to stop there: his whole torso was beginning to shudder as she tugged down at the waistline of his boxers. "No one warned me about this!"

"Everyone responds differently their first time," Cherry assured him. "Lots of guys shake before the big moment; sometimes it goes away after the first time, and sometimes it goes on for a couple of rounds...but there's nothing wrong with that, Monroe, and nothing wrong with you."

Uneasy as it was, he smiled at her confidence. "You're sure?"

"Trust me; I'm sure," she answered. "In fact, there's not a damn thing wrong with this..."

She finally pulled down far enough that his length sprung up to her. With a waver, it gently pressed into the side of her cheek, and she wrapped a paw around it, keeping it close to the warmth of her fur. Her eyes were constantly checking on him, but when she could see he was okay, she turned her attention back to the dripping length and slipped her tongue along the side of the shaft, appreciating the clean, strong scent that rested near the base. "Quite impressive, Monroe. You've been doing the ladies a disservice, hiding a treasure like this from them..."

Cherry toed a fine line between boosting his confidence and flattering him, but she wanted to be as honest with him as he'd been with her. She wouldn't say anything she didn't mean, and she'd make sure to keep encouraging him every step of the way, knowing that he'd remember this moment for the rest of his life.

She didn't quite have the words to tell him how special it made her feel to be his first, but kissing the precum away from the tip of his length and darting her lidded eyes up at him was an action that no fumbling words could compare to.

"Mnnf!" Monroe gasped and immediately stifled himself, but he could see the narrowed glare of the woman between his legs; she didn't want him to deny any of the pleasures she granted, and she knew the importance of being able to say what one really felt during the act. "Fuck, Cherry...t-that's incredible..."

"There you go," she murmured, keeping her lips dangerously close to his drooling tip as she spoke. "I'm not asking you to be a Casanova for me, but...if I can feel you straining down here because you're trying not to moan, you're trying too hard."

"Sorry," he gave a brief, and more casual apology as her tongue literally loosened him up. "Guess I'm still learning."

"All is forgiven," she replied. She chuckled against the side of his pulsing flesh as a single digit crept between his balls, tickling the sensitive, tender skin upon his sack. "Now, I can't speak for all the ladies out there, but I know in my case...when I'm doing something you like, I like to hear it, Monroe. There's nothing quite like finding your partner's sweet spots by feel and sound."

It wasn't enough for her to just tell him to moan for her; she needed to explain the virtues behind it, and she could see Monroe nodding with greater understanding as she fondled his full, heavy orbs and watched him wincing with quiet, humbled delight.

"In that case," he paused, sucking in a sharp gasp and then letting his pleasures out in a long, low moan, "That feels r-really, _really_good..."

"Good boy," she cheered him on, squeezing as gently as she could at the tender pair. "Now, as much fun as I'm having down here...I think you need somewhere to put all of that nervous energy you've got. You're still shaking."

Cherry knew he'd be trembling the whole way through that first bout, and no amount of humping or thrusting would cause him to settle...but giving him a task was one way to keep him busy while she finished warming up.

A lover of pleasure, she could find enough arousal to sleep with a man simply in fantasizing about the act, but she could already see that she'd need a little more work than that to handle the well-endowed virgin she'd been offered for the night.

"Sor- I mean...yeah. I guess it's still pretty bad," Monroe cut off his own apology, showing that he was taking her notes to heart. "What do you suggest, Cherry?"

"First of all, you can call me Mina," she gave her real name to him, showing not just her trust in him, but one of her genuine desires; she wanted to hear that name cried out in passion at the peak of their evening. "And second...I'd suggest you put those paws to good use, instead of wrinkling the sheets with 'em."

The shuddering reached new heights as Mina climbed up into the bed and crawled right over Monroe's lap. Laying flat, he didn't have a chance to do anything more than tremble with the reality that he might finally be getting laid, but it was only the covered warmth of her mound that dragged over his dripping cock, with her panties still in place.

"This corset is basically a puzzle box," she admitted, as she watched his grin widen, despite his nervous nature. "So, just this once, I'm gonna give you a head start."

The number of belts, clips and loops Monroe had to go through truly could have created a maze on Mina's body, but instead of putting him through that, she lowered the strap off of each shoulder, sucked in slightly, and lifted her arms above her head.

"Do I...?"

"Yes," she told him. "Just pull straight up, like a t-shirt. Maybe if we have a little time at the end, I'll show you how to do it the real way."

"Once I stop shaking, I'd be glad to give it a try," Monroe joked. He didn't know how serious Mina was about the idea, but the sight of her breasts took center stage, and sole focus of his thoughts as he lifted the corset away. "Y'know, if...if you want me to."

He was still just the right amount of flustered to be endearing, and that kept Mina on the offensive as she helped him toss the corset aside. She took control of his wrists in the next moment, and as she did, he felt his trembling subside, even just slightly, in anticipation of what she'd do with him.

Her rump eased back and settled on his length, pushing down with just enough weight that the silken fabric would tease his cock and allow her to feel his every throb, but that didn't begin to spell the experience that would come later. Her covered mound was rubbing forward instead, grinding against his lower torso and adding wonderful pressure to her clit, and finally, her paws lowered his own right to the delicate, cushy flesh of her breasts, covering them once again.

"What I want you to do," she paused, taking in a quiet, pleasured gasp, "Is to squeeze my tits and play with them, until you can feel how wet I am through my panties..."

His jaw dropped at that order. Even when she was beholden to her own soft moans of delight, she kept a flair about her that was just the right blend of domineering, but guiding , as well. Nothing she did was purely for her benefit, or his; she was showing him the way to mutual pleasure by being a living example of it.

She knew his first attempts wouldn't have the skill that she desired, but there was youthful excitement in his touch as he freely groped a pair of breasts for the very first time. Lacking rhythm and knowledge didn't stop him from finding the right amount of pressure, and when his digits clenched just right, she felt his pads rubbing over her nipples in a way that she could only chalk up to luck; she didn't think he'd be able to bring such a moan out of her with just his paws.

"Y-Yes, that's it!" she vocally guided him as her head began tossing back. Winced eyes pointed up to the ceiling as she loosened her grip on his wrists little by little, until she finally gave him free reign to do as he pleased. "See that, big guy? You're a f-fucking natural at this!"

Monroe wasn't a connoisseur of porn like some of his friends, but he'd seen enough to know the sounds of forced pleasure.

What came from Mina's lips wasn't the heavy, high-pitched squeals of an actor, but the softer, sweeter trills of a woman that was going through a genuine build of pleasure, rather than having it forced upon her. She was doing some of the work herself as she rocked and rolled against his hips and found purchase to tease her clit, but his help wasn't being overlooked, and it wasn't being overstated.

She was genuinely thankful, and genuinely _enjoying_herself; the subtle and startling presence of new moisture against the top of his shaft was strong enough evidence that he couldn't possibly deny it.

Whether he was bold enough to act on it was yet to be known, and she gave him a moment to do something else with his paws...but she couldn't help finding it cute that he was so enamored with her breasts.

"I know you can feel that," she whispered to him. She leaned in closer as his paws stayed right on top of her tits, keeping them in the pleasurable grip of a slow, explorative squeeze. "You don't h-have to stop if you don't want to, but...if you wanna pull my panties aside, I'll let you do the honors..."

Only once in his life did Monroe ever have the chance at something so monumental, and that chance was taken away from him by the girl that he was dating at the time when she slipped her panties away on her own.

He wasn't sure that he could bring himself to remove his paws from her breasts, given all the fun he was having playing with them, but he also wasn't sure when his next chance to do such a thing would come around.

"Just tug them aside?" he asked, with a hint of curiosity in his voice. She was leaning in so close that he immediately started to whisper, and her head was crooked right into the side of his neck as his digits slowly drifted away from her chest. "Not all the way off?"

"If you were a different man, I'd make something up about needing you so bad that I don't have the patience for that," she admitted, "But since you're a sweet little guy, the truth is...it just feels really _naughty_when they're pulled aside like that. I've always loved it."

There was a level of genuine honesty between them that created a stronger bond than Monroe anticipated when he first made the fateful decision to buy away his virginity, but he couldn't have picked a better woman for the job. She'd warmed up to him right from the start, but now that his short, soft claws were raking down her sides and moving along her hips, there was a true, natural heat building in the depths of her womanhood.

She didn't always get to enjoy herself in her line of work, but her skin was riddled with goosebumps at the slow, nervous approach Monroe took as his paws finally made their way under her backside. The tremble was back in full force, but she smiled at him the moment she felt it and reached up, stroking a paw along the side of his cheek.

"Just a little further, sweetie. You're doing great."

Her encouragement was soft and calm enough that Monroe never felt any pressure, save for the weight of her body against his length. She didn't hide the quiet, happy gasps that came each time his cock throbbed against her covered folds, or the louder one that escaped her when the cotton of her panties was finally tugged away.

She'd known the warmth of plenty of men before, but each one was unique, and Monroe had a delightful smoothness to his tip: she came to know it very well as she eased her hips back toward him, letting the moisture on her petals bathe the top of his shaft.

"This...t-this might be your last chance to slow me down," she warned him, as she felt his precum tickling down the inside of her thigh. "Once you're inside, I don't...f-fucking know if I'll be able to stop myself!"

Whether she took greater delight in the act itself, or the added taboo of laying a virgin, Monroe was the benefactor. He was still riddled with panic: his body quivered, his paws didn't know where to settle, and his length was feeling the natural juices of a woman for the first time. He was trying to find the words to describe the smooth, delicate texture of Mina's folds, even as she rolled her hips up and set those blissful petals upon his tip.

He thought he might have the words as she gazed down at him, but it wasn't her stare that stole his voice away.

It was the slow, gushingly wet descent of her passage as it enveloped the whole of his member, inch by throbbing, pulsing inch. Much as she wanted to wince, she never looked away from his eyes, and even when his own closed tight with new, unknown pleasures, she watched his every move, wanting to remember that look for the rest of her life.

"You know you can open your eyes, right?" she asked him, still speaking with a surprising amount of calm and tact. "You should watch it go all the way in at least once, Monroe. It'll be unlike anything you've ever seen before."

Pornographic films and augmented reality tried to capture the view and essence of penetration, but they would never be able to touch the real thing, as Monroe learned in a single, gasping breath.

"It's, it's...it's in there," he stuttered, seeing her body as close to his as it could physically be. The neatly trimmed fur around her pubic mound replaced the spot where his length should have been, and just behind that, he could feel himself throbbing inside of her, but he couldn't see it any longer. "H-holy fuck, it's all in there!"

If she had any doubts about him being a virgin before that, Mina was sure he wasn't lying about his status afterwards. His behavior was so endearing that, even as she began rolling her hips against his own, she reached down and stroked his cheek, wanting to capture the final innocence in his gaze.

"Make sure you watch it disappear this time," she ordered him. Right as she lifted her hips, his eyes darted to the spot and watched her petals move around his shaft. Glistening trails of liquid arousal coated his flesh, and right before she revealed his whole cock to him once again, she pumped back down with surprising speed.

The landing sucked the breath right out of him, and desperate paws clung to her ass, looking for any form of purchase.

"I just still don't believe it," he admitted. His voice was breathless already, but after the introductory course, Mina pushed right on ahead to the advanced treatment: she wanted to give him a first time that no one would be able to compare to.

She could have easily pushed herself up and down on his shaft for the next few minutes and gotten the job done, but that wasn't her style.

"Believe it, sweetie. You're not a virgin anymore...not literally," she teased. "But I won't give you full credit until you start moving those hips."

All told, Mina wanted to know if he could move his hips, or if he was too paralyzed with nerves. Holding onto her ass gave him a perfect point to lean from, and with an uneven buck, his cock lifted up into her, forcing the lucky rat to suck in a gasp of surprise.

It's like he was hiding an extra inch, Mina thought, doing her best to keep her composure. I hit the jackpot with this one!

"Th...That's the way, baby," she collected herself as she pushed her palms flat on his tummy and pumped her hips, rolling from the knee and dropping her ass whenever she felt like it. "Just keep pushing up at me, just like that!"

Thanks to the proper warmup and the eager, able male beneath her, Mina didn't have to force her moans, that night. She could simply let out a natural chorus of pleasure as she worked the young man beneath her for all that he was worth; regardless of the price he paid or his inexperience, she was going to take him around the world, and she could already see the stars in his eyes.

The shuddering of nerves was replaced by the tight, powerful clench of his paws around her ass as he felt a familiar sensation...but this wasn't the privacy of his bedroom.

He couldn't just stop moving his wrist, and Mina didn't stop moving when she felt a tremor run through his cock.

"Wait, Mina! I don't think I...f-fuck...I don't think I can stop it!"

"Trust me, I noticed...felt really fucking good, too," she assured him. "Don't fight back against it, big guy...as soon as you feel it, let it all go inside of me."

Monroe watched the poise she carried herself with, even in the midst of his orgasm; something about her seemed unreal at that moment, but the high of his released only added to her heavenly glow, as he followed her instructions.

Relaxing at all felt impossible at first, but her inner walls were skilled far beyond anything he'd ever felt, and a single squeeze was all it took to break him down. Being brought to climax by another person was a rush that he wasn't prepared for, but where she expected a howling moan from him, she watched as he only whimpered in place, and muttered something under his breath.

"What's that, Monroe? I feel something, but I don't hear anything..."

The first jolt of his cum poured right into her womb, and as she felt that new moisture inside, she planted herself firmly in his lap and watched the changing expressions on his face.

His pleasure was fully in her command, and having that trust in someone was an emotionally powerful experience; she didn't want to push him too far and ruin his first creampie.

When the second burst of seed was even stronger than the first, she knew she'd done just fine at preserving that moment.

"Fucking hell, Mina! How d-did you do that?" he finally let loose with the full cry she'd expected, and she couldn't help giggling as she rolled back and forth on his hips, squeezing his shaft without warning as it throbbed inside of her with orgasmic release. "God, you just keep doing it!"

"As long as it feels good for you, I'm not stopping," she warned him, still laughing at his unhinged reaction. "Most girls aren't quite this talented, so I wanted to make sure you got your fill before you left."

With his understanding of a vaginal passage just being that of a tunnel of flesh, Monroe couldn't fathom how it Mina seemed to be grabbing him from the inside, but he could feel every clench and squeeze as she finished him off, until she was panting with her own efforts. Her paws eased out of the way as she rested against his chest once more, and a silly grin spread over her muzzle as she looked up at him.

"If most girls aren't this talented, I'm probably gonna go broke paying for you," he admitted. There was an immediate shift in the confidence of his voice, but at his heart, Monroe was still the same person, just as Mina knew he would be. "I can't even begin to describe how amazing that felt."

As his cum pushed back out of her welcoming folds and oozed over his sack, she poked his twitching orbs and smirked. "You're doing a fine job doing it without your words, Monroe...and you've still got over an hour to find some other ways to say it."