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So I wasn't in a rush to find you. But there you were, Sitting, literally, on the edge of your seat. I have to say that your outfit was very flattering: white, dressy but not overdressed, revealing of your cleavage and legs in a way that was sexy but not trashy. I pretended not to be looking at you as I walked toward your chair. I saw your eyes linger on me for a moment, then continue scanning the room when I didn't make eye contact. But when I got closer I couldn't bring myself to tease you any more; I was too happy to see you. Our eyes met and we exchanged big smiles. I wasn't sure how to greet you. What is the protocol for a blind date when you both expect to sleep together? But when you stood up we naturally hugged. "You're even more beautiful in person," I said. "God, you're so handsome," you gushed. Normally I'd say that was more than I deserved, but I though, "She doesn't think she's beautiful in my eyes, but she is, so maybe I should just accept that I'm very handsome in her's." Even though we were so many miles away from my home, I was still a little nervous about being seen with you, so after exchanging a few words, I suggested that we continue talking up in my room. So we went up in the elevator, arm in arm, looking like nothing so much as a father and daughter on vacation. My room had a lovely view, so we sat down and chatted by the window. You seemed happy, but more nervous than when we had "chatted" online. What I'd come here to do was pretty naughty, but there are lines even I don't want to cross, so after a few moments, I said, "Sweetie, I just want you to know something. I realize that this may all seem a little weird and scary to you now that we've actually met. A fantasy is often less intimidating than the reality. So maybe we should just go out and you can show me the sights of your town, and we can get to know each other a bit better in person. And, honestly, nothing has to actually, you know, 'happen.' It's really just great to meet you in person after all this time. I'd feel like I was a very lucky guy if all we did was get to spend some time together as friends." Suddenly, your face looked like you were a little hurt. "Oh," you said, "is that all you want to happen, now that we've met?" "Oh, no," I explained, "that's not all I really want. It's just that, you seem a little tense, and the last thing in the world I want is for you to do anything that you don't want to do." You laughed and said, "Uhm, I guess I am a little tense. But it's not because I don't want to do what we came here to do. Actually, well, I'm tense because I'm waiting for you to start. In fact," you said, looking at me intently, "I'm dying for you to start." I could not have been happier! "Okay then," I said, smiling. "There's just one more thing. Are you sure you really want it like we talked about it? Most girls don't want it that way their first time." "I'm not most girls," you said, smiling coyly. "Albright, but you remember our 'safety word' if things start to scare you and you wanna stop, or even just slow down." "I will," you promised. With that, I nodded, stood up, and sat down in the easy chair in the corner. "Close the curtains," was my first command. I enjoyed the view as you turned your back to me and stretched to pull them shut. Like every woman I've known, you worry that your butt is too big. But it's shapely, and feminine, and very sexy. You looked very expectant when you turned around. I tried not to disappoint. "Take your clothes off," I cooly ordered you. You daintily slipped off your dress and hung it over the chair, then looked at me to see whether you should continue. You looked so sexy in your bra and panties that I was tempted to have you keep them on, but I needed to see everything, so I nodded for you to continue. Soon you were in front of me, with your curvy body, your pussy with soft wispy hairs over it, and nicely budding breasts. You were breathing fast already. I admired you for a moment, telling you to turn around slowly so I could see everything, enjoying how beautiful you looked, and also enjoying my power over you, and the knowledge that your were being aroused by being made to serve my pleasure. Then I stood up in front of you, unzipped my fly, pulled my hard cock and my tight balls out, and said, "Kneel in front of me and suck me off." You quickly complied. You were inexperienced, but eager to learn. I decided to teach you, rather than punish you for your mistakes. "That's it, put your lips over your teeth. Now, just barely touch the cap of my cock with your lips and tongue. Uhhh, yes, that's it. Really gentle. Some guys like it firmer, and some guys want you to really maul their cock, but it makes me really hard if I can barely feel your lips and tongue on it. Now grasp the shaft with your right hand -- just with the fingertips, sweetie. Now slowly move the skin on the shaft back and forth. See how it slides? Yeah, that's it. Now put your left hand around my balls. Feel how big and tight they are? That's cause you turn me on so much. Oh, god, you make me so hard for you. Rub my balls with your hand. You can do it a little harder than that. Yes. Now squeeze them. Mmm, yeah, even a little harder than that. Uhhh, yeah. Do it all, baby. Suck me, jerk me off, play with my balls. Mmm, yes, suck me, jerk me off, play with my balls!" I was surprised how quickly you were picking this up! I could hear you starting to moan, and your hips were starting to twitch and buck in excitement. I thought about saving my load, but I knew we'd both be cumming a lot today, so I let my excitement build with yours. I started talking dirty to you. "You're sucking me off. You became a cocksucker today, and I'm gonna shoot my load in your sexy little mouth." You were moaning even louder, and my hips were bucking, so I was fucking your face. Before we met, I wasn't sure I'd be able to say and do all the things we'd chatted about online, but the words started coming out: "Suck my cock, you slut! That's it, suck it, you whore!" You head started bouncing up and down on my dick even faster, but I grabbed your hair, and forced myself into your mouth just for the sake of forcing you. I felt the pre-cum slowly rising up inside the shaft of my cock, like a thermometer rising on a hot day. This was it! "Suck it, slut! Suck it!" And with that I felt my cock start to pump my cum into your mouth. You started swallowing hungrily, but I pulled my cock out so I could shoot cum on your face and tits too. I looked down at your flushed face in front of my crotch. You were panting, with sticky patches of cum on your cheeks and chest. I continued your education: "Check out my balls," I said. You chuckled when you noticed how loose they were now. "Don't worry," I smiled. "They'll be tight again pretty soon." I pulled you up in front of me. "Are you enjoying being my little whore?" I asked. "Oh, god, yes," you nodded. "Not too rough?" I continued. "Uh uh." I paused. "Do you want it rougher?" "Yeah," you whispered. That was the answer I both craved and feared. The feeling in my gut then was a combination of desire and disgust. I snarled as I said, "Lie down on the bed with your legs over the edge." You did it, but as I took my clothes off, you started to reach for a tissue to wipe some of the cum off of yourself. "Don't," I said. "You deserve to have cum on you." And you lay back, awaiting what I would do to you next. I kneeled in front of you by the edge of the bed and worshipped your pussy for a moment. You were obviously very aroused. Your pussy lips were engorged and slick with your juices. I could easily see your sweet little clit. I thought about how you had rubbed it all those times we had cybered, and now I was right in front of it. I leaned forward, so close that you could feel my breath on your cunnie. You moaned and writhed. "Do you want it?" I teased. "Yes. Oh, yes." "Ask for it." "Please. Please lick my pussy." "Beg for it. Beg for it, and talk dirty while you do it." "Oh god, please lick my pussy. Lick my cunt. I'll do anything you want, just fuck my cunt with your tongue. Oh, please, fuck my dirty wet cunt with your tongue." I knew just what kind of things turn you on, so I said, "Who do you want to lick your pussy? Tell me who you want to lick it?" "Oh, no, please don't make me say it!" But you sounded very excited while you pleaded. "Whose tongue do you want in your wet pussy?" I demanded. "Daddy. Please lick my pussy, daddy!" This was so sick, but so hot. You jumped when my tongue finally touched your pussy lips. You tasted so good. I was in heaven as my tongue when up and down your pussy lips. Your shoved your pussy up toward my face, dying for me to touch your clit. When I did touch it I was so gentle you actually whimpered. After letting you writhe under my mouth for a few minutes, I said, "If you want me to lick your clit harder, you have to fight for it! Grab my hair, you bitch!" You did as you were told, but you were too gentle. I laughed at you: "Is that all you've got?" "Fuck you, you bastard!" you grunted. Your fingers were really digging into my hair now, and your arms were straining to shove my face into your crotch. I was glad, not only because the passion was so exciting, but also because I needed to dive into your cunnie almost as much as you needed me to do it. Oh, god, you were so delicious! I loved every drop of your pussy juices, and every curve of your lips, hole, and clit! At the urging of your hands, I worked your cunt more and more passionately. You were really close to cumming now, but I wasn't through with you yet. I wrenched my head out of your hands and got up on top of you. Without warning or permission, I shoved my cock into you. I looked down and saw the tears on your face: tears of joy and anger, of loss and delight. We kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could still taste my cum in your mouth, and you could taste yours in mine. I lifted myself up over you for a moment and ordered, "Lick your pussy juice off my face." You ate it hungrily. "You like pussy juice don't you? I'm gonna bring a whore in here and make you suck her pussy till she cums." "You shit bastard!" you yelled. "Are you mad, you little slut? Show me." You knew what to do. As I held myself over you, you slapped me across the face. In response to your first tentative slap, I spat at you, "Cunt." Your second slap was more authoritative, then your third, and your fourth. I grabbed your hands and pinned them over you head. "Bitch," I grunted, as I started slamming my cock into you pussy. This was it. We were both on the edge of cumming. I remembered how we had talked about the strange play of opposite feelings in this kind of sex: how you can care for someone at the same time that you hate them. "You twisted little slut. I'm making you a whore forever. (I love you pussy!) Every time you fuck another guy, when he's gentle with you, you'll want him to ream you like this." "Fuck you, you perv. (Oh, fuck, your cock is good!) Does it make you hard to cheat on your wife by fucking teenage girls?" "I make love to my wife. I fuck you because you're my whore. (Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot my load into your cunt.)" Your moaning reached a crescendo as I felt your pussy tighten around my cock. If I hadn't already been about to cum, that would have put me over the edge. I couldn't believe how long my cock kept pumping cum, and I kept on holding you down and fucking you while it did. We lay quietly, except for our panting, for a few minutes. Your first words afterwords were, "Oh, thank you." "No, I should be thanking you, sweetie," I answered. You just hugged me. Then, as an afterthought, you asked, "You're sure you've had a vasectomy?" I laughed. "Yes, absolutely." And I added, "So we can do this as many times as we want." |
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