A Dildo Took My Virginity

It was official, I was getting married. Papa had fixed my marriage with a wealthy family in Sydney and it's safe to say, I was scared. Really scared. We're a middle class family and life has been comfortable. That is until Papa got a promotion two weeks ago. Making me a 24 year old eligible female, ready to be married to a man above my caste and Papa's current wealth. He became the VP of one of the biggest tech companies in Mumbai.

The boxes were stacked in the veranda and the brown clay arches smiled at me one last time before we moved to a larger home. The sun shone in the middle and I stood there embracing the warmth of my childhood home, the last time the heat would embrace my body.

"AMAYA, JALDI. COME ON." Papa shouted from the gate.

"Beta, let's not waste time. Your Papa is running late for his first board meeting." Mummy was irritated as she sat in the chauffeured Mercedes.

Hurrying, I entered the car and the driver shut the door behind. Saying goodbye to my innocence, my childhood. I was to be thrusted into the land of wealth and luxury. That came with an expensive price tag on my sanity.

"Look beta, a rishta has come for you. His father is the President of our competitor. Your stars align. The pundit has assured me. This is his number. Video call him eight pm our time," tone sharp, too focused on his phone.

"But, Papa. I'm only twenty four. Can I please have one more year? Please Papa?" I pleaded. My green eyes filling with tears.

"Amaya, don't you want the best for your Papa? He has sacrificed so much for our family. Can't you see the life and opportunities he has given us? Don't be ungrateful. Your new husband is rich. You won't go through what we went through." Mummy explained.

"Fine. What's his name?" I said, looking out of the window.

"Jay Kumar," Mummy said.

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This room that had been assigned to me was unfamiliar. A four poster bed dominated the magnolia walls. The large french windows sat calmly on the left-side of the room. It was a Parisian dream, but I loved my Rajasthani palace, my home. I had finished showering and lay in my silk night dress waiting for the video call. I decided that there was no point in dressing demure; seeing as this rishta was signed and sealed.

BRRRRR BRRRRR! My phone vibrated and I lay on the side, flipping my long, thick brown hair to the side so I could frame my heart-shaped face. Bringing out the glint of hazel in my emerald eyes. The grey night dress accentuated by breasts. No one would ever guess that I was a virgin.

"Amaya, good to meet you." He wasn't even looking at me. He was looking at a laptop screen. I mean, he was in his office!

"Yah, you too. So, you're Jay?" I said timidly. My voice barely above a whisper.

"Your future husband. Listen, I know you're a virgin. So I'm going to send you something and once it's here call me at eleven pm your time. I'll instruct you. I'm not marrying a virgin." His voice was abrupt. The Sydney accent intertwining with his Mumbai one.

Not marrying a virgin? Most men would be happy to know that I was untouched. What the fuck? I lay there astonished; usually I would fall asleep once I had rubbed my clit to orgasm. Tonight I was truly taken aback.

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Jay's video call had been on my mind for the last three days. His strong shoulders and dark eyes. A well-trimmed beard adorned his chiseled jaw. I could tell he was tall and large from his hands. Veins protruded as his fingers typed out something on his laptop. I was intrigued.

The post did arrive and it was not safe to open anywhere but my bedroom. Mummy had asked what Jay had sent me, but I laughed it off as 'oh they're his favourite novels.' That would shut her up.

Eleven pm rolled around very quickly and I sat in my bed ready to give him an earful for sending me this filth. How dare he? These boys think they can leave India and the-

"Hey Amaya. Glad you got the parcel. I'm still at the office, but I'll watch. No one is here." I had his full attention. He was smirking.

"Did you think I would really, really fuck myself with a dildo in front of you?" I said with absolute venom.

"Well if you want to please your husband... Plus don't lie to me you would love to be watched," he teased.

"I know you want adventure. I spoke to some of your college besties. You always want to push the boat out. Come on, come on this yacht with me babe." His brown eyes locked with mine and I truly looked at his beauty for the first time through the phone screen.

"Fine. What do you want?" I gave in.

"Move that phone back a little, spread your legs wide. Remove your panties and then I want you to play with yourself. Once your wet enough, fuck yourself with the dildo I sent. It's the exact mould of my cock." He wasn't tender. This was like a business meeting, with me conducting an interview to see if I was a good fit. Oh, I was a fucking good fit and he would see it.

I did as instructed, removed my red lace panties so Jay could see my pussy. I was waxed clean. I knew what he would like. I could see him bring his phone closer to inspect me. Licking my two fingers to lubricate myself, I began spreading my lips apart. My fingers moved up and down to coat my saliva around my pussy. I was horny, him watching me turned me on. Toying with him, I drew circles around my clit, slowly. Tilting my head back, my circles were getting bigger and faster. I was fully aware of how aroused I had become. A small moan escaped my lips and now I wanted to dip a finger inside of me. My brown hair framed my face, my eyes closed and lips parted. I looked like a wonder. I know I did. From my phone, I could hear Jay unzip his trousers and what seemed like him taking his cock out.

I sunk a finger into my pussy and gasped audibly at the feeling. I opened my eyes to Jay's cock in his hand and he was rubbing his thick shaft. It was my time to smirk, as I quickened my thrusts, my index finger slurping in and out of my wetness. I was in ecstasy. Then, for the added dramatics I decided to stop. Pulling the straps from my night gown to reveal my brown, hardened nipples. My breast were a humble 36C and they were the perfect shape and size, thanks to some olive oil massaging before bed. Pinching my right nipple and getting back to my pussy, I was fingering and rubbing my nipples now wanting to take myself to orgasm.

"Stop," Jay's voice erupted.

"Why?" my voice was a gasp.

"Because I want to see you come with my cock in you." Jay retorted.

"Say please." It was my turn to instruct.

He was taken aback, but obliged, "Please."

I took the dildo out of the box. Put it to my lips, gave it a kiss. This was to be my favourite toy till I married him and got the real deal. Opening my mouth I took the length down my throat. He was thick and seven inches. I tried my best not to gag, but it was proving to be difficult. Anyways, Tanya told me that men loved it when we choked on their cocks, it made them feel powerful. A groan slipped from his mouth, and he squeezed his cock harder. Removing it from my mouth, I held it up so that he could see my saliva glistening in the candle-soaked lighting.

"Get that in you now," he instructed through tense breath.

Not prolonging his torture, I inserted his cock inside of me. The largeness feeling like an invasion, I gasped in pain? Excitement? Pleasure? I wasn't sure. Slowly pushing the dildo so that it was half-way inside of me, I arched my back in pleasure it seemed. Thrusting the dildo in and out of me to become accustomed to feeling of being filled was heady. I needed it to be faster. Gripping the dark brown dildo from the end, I impaled myself onto it. The wetness coating the entire length as I couldn't stop myself from pushing it harder and faster into my dripping pussy. My lips were swollen from just how badly I needed a release. My hands were now working over time, fucking my pussy. Taking my other free hand and leaning against my headboard. I began rubbing above my clit to create further pleasure for myself.

I couldn't give a fuck about Jay's pleasure. This was all about me. One more thrust and this time, I fucked myself hard. I came my legs shaking from the pure orgasm that had invaded my senses. The dildo still inside me as I continued to move it in and out of me, whilst I rode out the wave of pleasure. Sweat gleaned on my forehead, and realisation had dawned on me. I had just lost my virginity to a dildo that was moulded to my future husband's cock.

Opening my eyes and looking at the phone screen, Jay had ejaculated all over his suit trousers. His mouth agape.

"I'll tell my father to set the wedding date. I need to be married to you now." Jay instructed.