Chapter 1: The Lineup of Lust
The neon sign flickered above the nondescript alleyway door, casting a sultry red glow over the words 'Virgin Futa Booth: First Time Free.' Inside, Riley Voss ran her empire of desire with an iron fist and a wicked smirk. At 28, she was a force of nature—tall, curvy, with raven hair that cascaded over her shoulders and eyes that could strip a soul bare. She wasn’t just a woman; she was a goddamn institution. Her booth was a sanctuary for the shy, the inexperienced, the futas who’d never felt the heat of a real pussy wrapped around their aching cocks.
Tonight, the line stretched down the block. Riley leaned against the counter of her dimly lit booth, a converted storage room turned carnal confessional, inspecting the nervous faces through the one-way glass. Her rules were strict: virgins only for the free ride, max five inches hard, and no bullshit. She could spot a liar from a mile away, and her tongue was sharper than a switchblade.
The door creaked open, and in shuffled Mia, a petite futa with trembling hands and a blush that could light up the night. Her hoodie couldn’t hide the nervous energy radiating off her, and Riley’s lips curled into a predatory grin.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Riley purred, crossing her arms under her ample chest, pushing her cleavage up in a way that made Mia’s eyes dart away. “First time, sweetheart? Or are you just lost on your way to a knitting circle?”
Mia stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I-I’m… I’ve never… you know. I heard about this place. I’m… eligible.”
Riley arched a brow, stepping closer, her boots clicking on the hardwood floor. She towered over Mia, her presence commanding. “Eligible, huh? Let’s see about that. Drop the hoodie, darling. I don’t play games, and I don’t fuck liars. Show me what you’re packing.”
Mia hesitated, then unzipped her hoodie, revealing a slender frame and a bulge that strained against her tight jeans. Riley’s gaze dropped, assessing with the precision of a jeweler. “Alright, let’s measure up. Five inches max, or you’re out on your cute little ass. Whip it out.”
With shaking hands, Mia complied, freeing her cock—already half-hard from sheer nerves. Riley pulled out a small ruler, her touch clinical yet somehow electric as she pressed it against Mia’s length. “Four and a half. Perfect. You’re in, baby girl. Now, tell me, you ever even touched a pussy, or am I about to blow your fucking mind?”
Mia swallowed hard, her cock twitching at Riley’s words. “N-never. I… I’ve only dreamed about it.”
Riley chuckled, low and throaty, stepping back to peel off her leather jacket, revealing a tight black tank top that clung to every curve. “Dreams are for kids. I’m gonna make you feel something real. But first, ground rules: you listen to me, you don’t touch unless I say, and when you cum—and trust me, you will, fast—I want every drop inside me. Got it?”
Mia nodded, her eyes wide, already sweating with anticipation. Riley smirked, sauntering over to the plush velvet bench in the center of the room. She slid her skirt up just enough to flash a glimpse of lace, her voice dripping with challenge. “Then get over here, virgin. Let’s see if that little cock of yours can handle a woman like me.”
Mia stumbled forward, her breath hitching as Riley spread her legs just enough to tease, her panties already damp with her own arousal. The air was thick with tension, the scent of lust making Mia’s head spin. Riley’s eyes locked onto hers, fierce and unyielding. “Don’t just stand there gawking. I’m wet, I’m ready, and I’m not a fucking charity. Make your move before I kick you out and call the next horny futa in line.”
Mia’s hands fumbled, her cock now fully hard, throbbing with need as she positioned herself, guided by Riley’s firm, commanding grip on her hips. The heat of Riley’s body was intoxicating, and as the tip of Mia’s cock brushed against her dripping entrance, Riley let out a low, taunting laugh. “That’s it, baby. Let’s see how long you last before you’re panting and spilling every bit of that virgin cum inside me.”
The moment was electric, poised on the edge of explosion, as Mia’s breath came in ragged gasps, and Riley’s smirk promised a ride neither would forget.
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