**Elliott’s First Taste of Corruption**

I’d fantasized about this for months. Daisy—older, confident, the kind of woman who never even glanced my way—was suddenly in my bedroom, sprawled across my sheets like she owned them. She knew exactly how inexperienced I was, how my hands shook when she undid the top button of her blouse.

“You stare at my tits every time I walk by,” she murmured, arching a brow as she peeled the fabric down her shoulders. Her bra was black lace, barely containing the soft weight of her breasts. “You ever touch a girl before, Elliott?”

I swallowed hard, shaking my head. No point lying.

Daisy grinned, slow and predatory, before reaching behind her back to unsnap the bra. Her nipples were already hard, pink and pert against her pale skin. “Come here,” she ordered, pulling me closer by the belt loops of my jeans.

The first brush of my fingers against her nipple sent a shock through me. She was so soft, so warm, but the way she gasped when I rolled the stiff peak between my fingers made my cock throb painfully in my pants.

“Fuck, you’re a fast learner,” she moaned, guiding my other hand to her other breast. “Pinch it. Harder.”

I obeyed, squeezing the firm bud between my thumb and forefinger until she arched off the bed with a whimper. Her pussy was already damp—I could smell it, sweet and musky—and when she spread her thighs, I could see the glistening folds peeking through her panties.

“Take these off,” she demanded, hooking her thumbs into the lace and sliding them down.

Her cunt was bare, pink and swollen, her clit already poking out from its hood. I couldn’t stop staring. When I finally reached out, tracing a finger down her slit, she shuddered.

“You like that?” I breathed, barely recognizing my own voice.

She grabbed my wrist and pushed my fingers deeper. “I like *this*,” she hissed, forcing my middle finger inside her tight heat.

Her pussy clenched around me instantly, hot and wet, and I groaned at the sensation. But Daisy wasn’t done. She guided my thumb to her clit, rocking her hips against my hand. “Rub me,” she panted. “Faster.”

I did, watching her face twist in pleasure as I fucked her with my fingers. But then she reached for my free hand, dragging it lower, past her soaked cunt to the tight little pucker of her ass.

My cock jumped.

“Have you ever—”

“Do it,” she interrupted, biting her lip. “Just one finger. Now.”

I hesitated, but the way she was writhing under me, moaning my name, destroyed any resistance. I pressed my fingertip against her hole, slick with her own arousal, and pushed in slowly.

She gasped, her cunt squeezing my other finger even tighter. “Fuck, *fuck*,” she whined, riding my hand as I worked both holes.

I could feel her trembling, her thighs shaking as I crooked my fingers just right, stroking that hidden spot inside her while my thumb circled her clit. Her back bowed, her tits bouncing as she came with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.

When she finally collapsed, breathless and flushed, she smirked up at me. “Not so innocent anymore, are you?”

And before I could reply, her hand was on my zipper, freeing my aching cock—and I knew this was only the beginning.