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By *adence OP Woman
over a year ago
North Lincolnshire |
First meet…. Finally!
If you came across her in the street or at a function, you’d see an intelligent, confident professional, able to converse with anyone…. From talking with her, she’s sarcastic and a tease, supported your career interests, talked openly about past loves; she’s playful and has an amazing outlook, she doesn’t suffer fools… She works with children. She has high standards. In short, she has all the attributes a good woman should… But fuck, if they only knew her as you’d begun to uncover. She rocks your mind… And damn, she wants to share it with you. She trusts YOU.
She shouldn't tease though- you’ll up your game and see it through. It’ll be fun seeing her drenched, your cum matted in her hair, enticing and manipulating her senses, enabling her to swallow your seed, filling all holes at your leisure… wherever. Whenever… Claiming her and releasing the secret wanton slut she is, with you. The thought of opening those glistening pussy lips, wet with desire, purely from seeing you, has played on your mind. Stretching her wide to inspect her pink folds. Running your finger around the outside of her labia… of that cunt she claims is so tight, making her wait even longer. And that’s just the beginning. Her patent desire for you, her openness, her mind... is too good an opportunity. It’s reached that point you know you just have to meet. Can't not. You’d always wonder… Is that life really for real? Is she? Or is it all just ‘talk’?
Cruising up the motorway, you glance at the sat nav. 10 miles.
Most guys wank behind a screen, happy to just imagine and daydream. Not you. Mentally you flick through shared interests: cuckolding; induced lactation; deep throat; pony play; playing with another girl- you’d want Cheryl involved with you; going to BDSM clubs; the taxi ride; fucking abroad and oh the training…. A personalised slut, so keen to please you… And only ever giving you, exclusively, her all. Owned. Game to follow your guidance to improve for you. Ready and willing to learn your wants and desires…
And no-one will ever fuck her like you will- you’ll make sure of that. Your cock twitches beneath the fabric of your trousers as you picture plunging your full length deep into her body for the first time- wet, slick, fucking tight as a vice, gripping you as you take her, then her voluptuous arse cheeks rippling as you build your rhythm, taking hold of her hair to arch her back and raise her arse for you, in better presentation… so you can penetrate her deeper. Wholly.
2 miles. Her sexy voice replays in your head- “David, I want you to fuck me. I have never wanted anyone to fuck me more”. She knows she’s got under your skin. Sassy little minx.
A moment of nerves. You hope she fancies you. Hope you’ll perform well. Hope she still wants you after… You’d enjoy turning that sultry smile into a sweat-drenched messy slave-girl, training her to satisfy your every whim and helping her to live out her fantasies. ‘She’d look good in leather’, you muse. Need to think of a good slave name for her.
The radio breaks into your thoughts. “I’m Yours” by Jason Mraz. Smiling at the lyrics you imagine her ‘giving her bestest’… ‘scooch on closer dear and I will nibble your ear’… ‘I won’t hesitate no more’… ‘open up your mind and you’re free’… Well, she’s not yours yet… but you’ll give it a bloody good try! She’s met her match in you. She’d better be dressed as you’ve instructed… First punishment on night one if she’s not.
Sauntering into the hotel foyer, you see her before she sees you.
Cheryl.
She IS short! Very curvy and voluptuous, with rich chocolate dark brown hair, glasses… A mixture of pleasure and indignation provokes your senses. Perched on a high stool at the bar, your eyes travel the length of her body, drinking her in from a distance… The black heeled shoes, your eyes travelling up to the nylon enclosed calves and thighs with black skirt only just betraying the lacy stockings you requested. The high waisted skirt and corseted waist belt staging her… “fuck me… huge tits”! masked by a white blouse. “Who the fuck is she with?!” She’s talking animatedly to some businessman in a suit.
I sense your approach and look up… The man follows my eyes, smiles politely at you and turns back to me. A smile breaks across my face, just from seeing you. The confirmation you need. I half turn to the guy in an attempt to be polite. Ignoring the guy you approach us and look straight at me.
“Are you ready, slut?”
A flush of embarrassment reddens my cheeks and you smell my heady perfume for the first time. I wonder what this business guy thinks… He certainly looks surprised. The conversation had been pleasant. Flirty. He saw me as a desirable but well educated, ‘good girl’. Now he’s just heard me addressed as “slut”! I mutter a platitude “Nice to have met you” and turn to you. “Yes David”… Catching your eye, momentarily… a private look that says “I can’t believe you just did that!” ?
Taking me by the hand, you lead me out to your car. The air is cold, hardening my nipples. Pushing me against the passenger side, holding me still, you look down into my eyes. A cheeky smile plays on my lips and you instantly want to wipe it off. Stroking my hair, you take a handful firmly, taking hold of my face with your other hand. “Tell me now in person”. “Tell me you want me to fuck you more than any other man”. My bottom lip quivers. I’m excited but nervous at this immediate demand for honesty; my heart racing. I feel a bead of sweat down my back and my cunt betraying me as I slicken. “David. It’s so hot you just did that. There’s no man who’s ever had the effect on me you do. Believe me, I have never wanted anyone to fuck me more”. I try to look away, slightly embarrassed at my admission, to look down but you hold my head firm. Quick as anything, you change gears, releasing your hold. Bending down, your lips search for mine, grazing mine so softly, delaying first contact. Then I feel the warmth of your lips, mine soft on yours. My tongue tentatively searches for yours as I part my lips, offering you entry to my first hole.
It’s soft and seductive at first. My hands creep up to your chest then down to squeeze your arse. Your hands running through my soft hair, settling me, reassuring me, relaxing me… Searching and exploring with our mouths… building up, snogging deeply and passionately. Pulling back my hair, you kiss my neck, then pulling down my top, plant your lips firmly on the soft skin just below my collarbone and suck deeply. Hard. Forceful. It’s half term; it’ll be gone before she’s back at school. You want me marked. There and then. Within minutes of meeting. I draw breath and gasp, a slight, undefined noise escaping my mouth with the sudden pain. I press against you, feeling the hardness of your cock at my stomach, my juices running freely now, soaking my knickers, just creeping to lubricate the tops of my thighs. Releasing me you walk to the drivers’ side, thinking about reclaiming me from other men. Bettering their efforts. “Get in,” you instruct.
During the meal, we’d teased, discussed, chatted, flirted. The perfect build up. Noticing your eyes rest on my lips, or my eyes, or my breasts, while sharing normal 'get to know you' chat, I couldn’t help but picture seeing the smooth masculine length of your cock for the first time. David’s cock.
I wondered if I’d be scared, on seeing the size. Wondered what you’d taste like, how your 'muscle' would feel like in my mouth. Hard and uncompromising... Wondered how you’d respond to my lips and my tongue. Whether I’d be good enough for you. That last thought made me nervous. I’d settled myself thinking well, we don’t know each other physically…. It’s about learning. With him. For him. For me. Multitasking talk and thoughts, I pictured softly caressing your balls, trailing my fingertips down the insides of your thighs… Seeing you naked for the first time. Knowing your mind but not knowing quite where it would go this first time in this journey between man and woman. I wanted to leave the restaurant there and then. Didn’t want to wait anymore. I just… wanted you. Wanted you to take me. To consume me. To begin to open me up. I’d never really let another man in… Never met the guy who could unlock this side in me. I love your confidence. Your disdain for those beneath you; your sarcasm and your unrelenting demand for the best from your slut. It was such a turn on, sitting opposite a man with that much personality and charisma.
Now, entering the room, I’m a bit nervous. I look up at you. You take me in your arms, kissing deeply. I love kissing. So intimate and erotic. Kissing me all over, you remove my corset belt and part my blouse, unbuttoning each one slowly, revealing my underwear, your mouth on my skin. I move to kiss your lips. “No. I want to inspect. To explore.” My skin is cool and soft to your touch, goose pimples raised as you graze my skin, your lips on my soft, cushioned belly. I begin to remove your shirt, desperate to see you naked. Your bare chest. To kiss it. Feel it. My hands run up your arms and, parting your shirt, I breathe in the smell of you. I really have never wanted any man, ever, more than right now in this moment. Knowing my desire, you smile, thinking “this is how I want you. Pliable. Willing. A lady in the street. Slave in the sheets. Wanton and free. Serving me. Doing as you’re told. Let’s see, shall we?”….
“Unbuckle my trousers. I’m uncomfortable.” My small hands do as instructed, excited to see you. I’ll never forget releasing your cock for the first time. Nor how later, every time I touch you to let you know I’m horny and need you to take me, you’re always ready. Your cock springs from it’s confinement. Fuck me, now I’m nervous. (I know where you want to put it!) There’s some serious training going to be required! But I’m so turned on at the thought. I want to please you. I want to be able to take you in every hole. To feel you stretch me. Carefully so as not to damage your property… but firmly. 'She WILL accommodate me', I imagine you thinking... I can't wait to take you in my mouth. To taste you. Lick the pre-cum from your tip. You see me staring at your cock, entranced, reading my thoughts.
Good girl.
“On your knees”. Looking at my wet, red, soft lips, you know you need your cock pleasured by them. “Suck me off, ‘shag’.” I roll my eyes and can’t help grinning and pause, looking up at you, about to take you in my mouth.
Then the warmth of my mouth floods the head of your cock. My tongue swirling the head of your member and you feel your blood pulse...
(Haha; no more details. No planning- whatever happens in that first meet, happens!!    )
This is the first time I've posted a story publicly. Any feedback welcome.
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