Mitra. Her first time.

— Your first time should be special. With someone you love, so much that..." — my breath hitched. With each of her touches, it became harder to control my thoughts, let alone my body.

— What?" she asked, continuing to impatiently pull down my boxers until I cupped her small, round face in my hands and drew her close. Our eyes met.

— ...that you won't want to let go.

— Then, I guess I love you.

I met her a couple of days before we first slept together. Having just gotten out of a toxic relationship, my future prospects seemed so

distant and mundane, so I wanted to taste freedom. Something light, no strings attached, in other words.

— Wanna play some Dota?" I wrote to some random girl with a bright fake profile picture and the name Dasha on VKontakte.

— Let's go," came the reply.

Dasha played, of course, more skillfully than I did. After all, I just needed a pretext to message her. Day turned to night, and with each new message, I got to know Dasha a little better. She was eighteen, five years younger than me. She loved punk music, drinking cheap garage-brewed beer, and wearing fishnet stockings. Despite the obvious intellectual gap between us, I caught myself feeling a sense of comfort when talking to this girl. Dasha shone like the sun, illuminating the space with her ringing laughter.

That day didn't promise any adventures. As usual, I finished work late, bought some light beer, and intended to fall asleep watching some series. But fate had its own plans for me that evening.

— What time do the bridges go up?" Dasha wrote unexpectedly.

— Around two," I replied indifferently, as I wasn't really interested in chatting with anyone anymore. "Why?

— That means I won't make it home, ha-ha.

— Where are you?

— At some bar, at a friend's birthday... already a bit drunk.

— A bit drunk?" I smirked, imagining little Dasha awkwardly dancing in a drunken haze, feeling all cool and grown-up. Or maybe she was lying puked-up somewhere near the bathroom, while some random idiot who accidentally opened the stall, seeing her panties peeking out from her hiked-up skirt, was contemplating taking advantage of her? My thoughts had wandered somewhere they shouldn't have.

— Yep.

— Really? Well, then I'll come.

Dasha stood at the door of my apartment at one in the morning. I wasn't expecting anything special from her appearance, so I wasn't too disappointed. Overall, a pleasant face, short stature, and an appetizing figure accentuated by a black tight top and, as I assumed, a short skirt with high stockings. In short, Dasha was a pretty Asian girl without any distinctive features. She didn't grab attention, wasn't memorable, but I liked looking at her. Undoubtedly, this fondness was primarily because I had already grown a little attached online. Deciding to show care, I prepared a late dinner for her and suggested watching a recently released popular anime. Dasha was very nervous, saying various silly things to which I only nodded reservedly, not giving them much importance. Honestly, her infantilism was a bit off-putting, making me physically keep my distance. I was afraid of accidentally hurting or offending this girl, but, as it turned out later, still waters run deep. Dasha didn't seem as drunk as she wanted to appear for some reason, so she remained quite capable of controlling her actions. Her resolute refusal to sleep alone and the million reasons she invented for why it would be better for us to sleep together put me in an awkward position. But I agreed, fully aware of the consequences, because I actually wanted it madly: for her to lie down next to me herself, for her to touch me herself, for her to quietly ask "can I?" herself, for her to kiss me first.

And now we return to the dialogue that happened at the beginning.

— Love me? Oh my god, baby, come here," I pulled Dasha to me, greedily kissing her plump lips. "You're so cute.

— Sorry, I'm completely inexperienced..." she guiltily lowered her gaze, but then, as if thinking of something, regained her former playfulness, gradually moving lower towards my cock while sitting on top of me. "Have you had many women?

— Shh, baby, those are just numbers. Don't ask such questions," I genuinely didn't want to answer "yes," afraid it would push her away or make her insecure.

I felt my cock hardening, filling with blood, no longer able to be confined within my boxers. Dasha felt it too, placing her hand on it. She stroked my cock curiously, whispering, "It's so big."

— Are you sure you want this?" I decided to confirm the seriousness of her intentions.

— Yes, I want you to be my first." The girl nodded decisively, after which I removed the interfering underwear. Staring at my cock for a second as if it were some work of art, she awkwardly touched it with her wet tongue, drawing a line from the frenulum down.

— Baby, take it in your mouth." Dasha obediently, gripping the base of the cock with one hand, began to suck on it with pleasure. I placed my hand on her head, helping to set the right pace, guiding her down and up. She tried to take it as deep as possible, making characteristic sounds and softly moaning.

— Mmm, daddy, ahh, it's so sweet... I could make you feel good forever.

— Don't rush, baby, you don't want me to cum before I enter you, do you?" Dasha kept moving, gradually getting into it. Her mouth completely enveloped the head while her tongue continued to play with the frenulum. Dasha's big eyes looked up at me obediently, as if asking if I was pleased with her.

— Yes, good girl, now suck my balls," she continued stroking my cock, moving lower, licking and sucking my balls, trying to take in as much as possible. "That's it, my clever girl. Let's try something else.

— Sorry, she's not quite ready, I just didn't think we'd... well..." Dasha shyly covered her flushed cheeks with her hand, embarrassed by some hair around her pussy. To be fair, I didn't care at all. Here and now, she remained insanely desirable to me. So I impatiently inserted two fingers into her, simultaneously pressing my lips to her pinkened clit.

— You're so wet, baby," I whispered quietly, methodically moving my fingers, trying to hit every erogenous spot.

— Ahh, please, don't stop... mmm..." her heavy, ragged breathing and lustful moans echoed with heat in my head. My lower abdomen ached greedily, demanding more pleasure.

Rising up, I kissed Dasha passionately. She took off her top, revealing large, firm breasts. I licked and bit her hardened brown nipples, simultaneously continuing to stroke her wet pussy. The girl's slightly tanned skin became covered in sweat droplets, unable to withstand the high temperatures of our bodies.

— Baby, do you know what the Atlas position is?

— What? No. How is it?

You need to lie on your stomach and lift your butt.

Dasha obediently lay down, raising her rear end up, letting me enjoy the view of her juicy, miniature butt. I placed my palms on either side of her buttocks and slowly entered her hole without a condom. Dasha moaned immediately upon feeling my cock inside her. She was very hot and wet inside, so after a couple of thrusts, she began to get used to the new sensations.

— Does it hurt?" I asked.

— Ahh, a-a little, but it's a pleasant pain. Y-you... mm-ah... can... speed up...

Well, if the girl asks, who am I to refuse? Pressing my hands on her waist, I began to go deeper, but the further the process went, the rougher my movements became, completely surrendering to my animal nature. Dasha's moans grew louder, sometimes even turning into screams, and she didn't stop breathing heavily. Her thin voice, combined with her small body, created the image of an obedient girl ready to do anything for her master. I kept pounding Dasha's pussy without restraint. I spanked her ass, leaving juicy red marks. Then I shoved my fingers into her mouth, lightly choking her thin neck with my other hand.

— Daddy! Ahh... please, daddy, fuck me. Ah!

We changed positions. Now she was bouncing on top of me, shaking her appetizing breasts, which I insatiably massaged. "These are my tits, my body, all of her is mine. My personal property. She obeys me, she loves me." — with these thoughts, I kept impaling Dasha deeper onto my cock, experiencing the enveloping warmth. Inside her, despite the abundance of natural lubrication, it remained incredibly tight, so I was ready to cum many times but tried to prolong the pleasure.

Getting on all fours, Dasha stuck out her tongue like a puppy, obediently inviting her master to enter her. I shoved my cock down her throat, making Dasha's eyes bulge, ready to pop out of their sockets. After thoroughly fucking her mouth again, I returned to her pussy. I wanted to pull Dasha's hair, tilting her head back, but unfortunately, her bob haircut didn't allow it.

— Daddy, I'm going to... ahh... now... mmm... I'm going to cum.

Over the night, we probably fucked about three times. I completely came on her tits, ass, and face. The last time, she swallowed half the cum, smearing the rest over her lips.

In the morning, I made her breakfast, called a taxi, and said goodbye. I didn't want to leave Dasha just like that after everything that happened, so I took it upon myself to care for her emotional well-being, supporting the girl in every way when she needed it. Now Dasha comes to me once a week, tells me some of her silly things, fucks, and leaves again, each time saying she won't come back.