Interestingly my second date with Chip, who proved to be my future husband, was actually more memorable than the first. On that first date I had found Chip to be quite the gentleman, charming, handsome and articulate. However, I didn't think he found me very attractive as he only offered a brief peck on the cheek as he dropped me at my door. Of course, that let down dealt quite a blow to my feminine ego. All of my past first dates had always proven to be more than eager to at least "make out" if not bed me.
As I went to bed that evening I supposed that while Chip had promised to call he most likely wouldn't. And in all honesty I didn't care too much. While Chip seemed to be very nice I had found him to be a bit boring, and somewhat self centered. So I was really surprised when he did call a couple days later and asked me out for dinner the coming Saturday evening. I had decided before hand not to go out with him again. But, there was something in his tone, in his request that intrigued me. Chip wasn't asking as much as he was "telling" me. I can't deny that the "motor" between my thighs sputtered to life as we talked. At any rate, I agreed to a second date.
As the week progressed I concluded to get some attention from Chip on our dinner date. As it turned out I got much more attention than I ever planned for.
As I opened the door that Saturday evening I was dressed to thrill in my most revealing black mini skirt and pink blouse. Chip's look as I opened the door utterly stunned me. "I knew you were a hot babe the first time I saw you." He was nearly drooling as he scanned my body up and down, stripping me with his eyes. I smiled warmly as he beheld my mini skirt the hem of which hit three inches above the middle of my thigh. Chip spent several seconds ogling my long legs up and down. My top had a built in bustier with spaghetti straps, which you don't wear a bra with. Its neckline was cut into a deep V revealing ample amounts of my more than ample cleavage and just barely concealing my nipples. The crowning touch was the four-inch open toed high heels I wore. To accent my outfit I wore a pair of pearl drop earrings, gold ankle chain and toe ring. "You're horny aren't you baby?" Chip stated rather dryly. I swallowed a lump in my throat as he spoke and couldn't help but think 'am I that transparent?' I was relived when he didn't pursue his rather rude question.
Anyway, after Chip gathered his senses he whisked me away to a very fine restaurant in his expensive sports car. Dinner went well and soon enough we were sipping after dinner drinks. We chatted as Chip continued to ogle my chest. Believe me I liked the attention, indeed, I had all but begged for it.
After our date Chip drove me home and I invited him in for drinks. I put some soft jazz to playing on the stereo and mixed us drinks. Soon I found myself on the sofa beside Chip. It wasn't long before he was groping the hell out of me. His hands made their way under my top and were squeezing and playing with my titties. At the same time he began to french kiss me stabbing his tongue half way down my throat.
It wasn't long before Chip's free hand found its way under my skirt and began rubbing against my clit through my thin panties. By then I was purring like a little kitten. I pressed my hips against his probing finger as he slide my panties aside and slipped a finger straight into my quaking pussy. As his finger fucked my pussy he used his thumb to massage my stiff clit. My motor raced as it shifted into high gear..
"Are you going to make me cum," I purred shyly. My need for release was quickly overwhelming me.
"Is that what you want, baby," Chip asked sincerely as his velvety fingers continued to work their lovely magic between my legs, "you really want to cum?"
"Ohhhhhh, god ysssssss," I whimpered meekly as my body quivered with lust.
Chip smiled at me as he said, "Well ... I never make anyone cum before they suck me off."
God I was so fucking hot my whole body trembled. "That can be arranged," I cooed eagerly. I slipped off the sofa onto my knees. Soon I was positioned between Chips open thighs.
As I reached to open the fly to his pants Chip spoke again with a chuckle as he slapped my hands away, "No one sucks me off for the first time unless they are naked."
Stunned I looked up, "You ... you must be kidding."
"No, baby, I am not kidding in the least. If you're going to suck me off you're going to be naked doing it."
The though of stopping never entered my mind. In reality Chip's crude demand only added fuel to the demanding fire that raged between my legs. Not daring to look at him I began to unbutton my blouse.
"NO, baby," Chip snapped with a chuckle, "stand-up I want a show."
My face blushed bright red as I slowly stood. With my eyes still diverted I couldn't believe I was about to do what I was about to do. Certainly I had never been treated so rudely, so causally especially on just the second date. In all my previous relationships I had been in control. I decided what would and wouldn't happen. I decided when and if the relationship would move to the sexual level.
This reversal of roles was all new to me. Yes, new and ohhh so exciting. And Chip's attitude was certainly one that I had never been forced to deal with before. From age fourteen I had turned the heads of men. And on dates men what always done whatever I asked as they hoped to get into my panties.
After standing up I again started to unbutton my blouse. Chip grinned, "Take your skirt off first, baby." I couldn't help but think how Chip was taking control of everything, even the order in which I removed my clothes. And, what was even more remarkable was the fact that I was allowing him to take that control so easily. But, something was telling me that I was embarking upon a night of sexual excitement and pleasure that I had never known before.
I was excited beyond words as I began to unzip my mini skirt and letting it drop around my ankles. From there I used my high-heel clad foot to kick it off to the side. Chip scanned my legs up and down with his evil leer giving only a slight nod of approval. I felt more than a little silly, as I stood before my future husband half naked while he remained fully clothed.
Sexual excitement continued to build, as Chip next demanded that I remove my panties. Not pausing to think I quickly discarded my thong style panties then without being told I removed my blouse. I started to slip out of my high-heels but Chip demanded that I leave them on. So there I was standing before a man I barely knew wearing nothing but a pair of high-heels, heavy make-up and earrings. Not knowing what to do with my arms I let them hang at my side.
God how I wanted to act as coldly calculating as Chip seemed to be as if none of this was affecting me. But, my lust filled body betrayed me as my nipples began to stiffen. For several minutes Chip remained seated on the love seat and directed me to turn this way and that, spread those, open that. I was embarrassed yet excited as I obeyed his every command. After his inspection was complete Chip intoned, "You have a scrumptious playground, Barbara." I felt so demeaned that I wanted to cry; I no longer had a body, merely a "playground".
Wickedly Chip told me I could suck his dick. Eagerly, perhaps too eagerly, I stepped between his legs and dropped to my knees. The fire of lust burning between my own legs had turned into an inferno. My pussy throbbed with its own powerful needs. I unzipped Chips pants as he smiled down at me.
Sticking my hand inside Chips pants I fumbled for a few seconds before I was able to pull it free. My prize was mouthwatering to say the least. Chip's manly fuck tool was already rock hard having grown to be a full two inches thick and nearly eight inches long. My whole naked body quaked at the mere sight.
For several seconds I used the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to rub and squeeze the head of Chip's powerful looking cock. "Look at me, baby," Chip demanded. "Look into my eyes." My face burned white hot with shame as I lifted my eyes to meet his stair. "Ever suck cock before on a second date?" he demanded to know. Chip's words made me feel like some kind of whore. With my eyes still locked on his I shook my head no. "Well do it, baby, suck me."
Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip over the head of Chip's throbbing cock as my left hand rubbed the shaft up and down. "No hands," Chip snapped, "a talented cock sucker doesn't need to use anything but their tongue and mouth." I immediately pulled my hand away as I took the tip of his dick just inside my mouth. Chip's piercing eyes told me everything, as they burned into my own. They told me without a doubt what a cock sucking whore I was. He knew and what was worse he made me know it.
I softly twirled my tongue around the head of Chip's pulsing cock for several seconds before I began to slowly swallow it between my lips. With my arms at my side I swallowed Chip's thick cock until its ball sack slapped my chin. He was content to set there in the love seat and let me do all the work. Slowly I pulled my head off his shaft til just the tip remained between my lips. Hungrily I lapped my tongue around and around the head, my eyes still locked on his. Releasing the head I began to lick, nibble and kiss my way down the powerful shaft until I again reached his nut sack. Ever so gently I kissed and licked the tight bag worshipping it with my tongue. Then I began the upward trek again this time using the flat of my tongue to make broad lapping strokes upon Chip's ever hardening dick.
He groaned and flexed his hips and I knew that I was getting to him. Yet I had no idea of the boundless control that he possessed. With my lips again posed at the head of Chip's cock I opened my mouth as wide as possible and swallowed his mighty meat into my mouth. I began to pump my head up and down his swollen dick. My eyes never left his as I fucked my mouth up and down is huge fuck meat. I could feel my naked titties bouncing about as my head bobbed up and down. My own need grew by leaps and bounds as my pussy throbbed pitilessly.
Chip grabbed the back of my head with his strong hands and began to control the act. He would use his hands to force my mouth down upon his cock. Yea, he used his hands to fuck my head up and down his powerfully throbbing dick. Now and then he would pull my mouth completely from his shaft leaving just the head between my sucking lips. At those times I would whip my tongue about the head like a hungry kitten lapping up its milk. And all the time his eyes locked on mine told me what a pathetic little cock sucking whore I was. And, his eyes had a way of making me know it as well.
I sensed his growing excitement. Chip grabbed my hair in his powerful hands and pulled his dick from my sucking lips. In that split second he began to shot his hot goo onto my face. The first blast of jizm landed squarely in my left eye, the next hit my nose and upper lips, then my left cheek. Even as his dick continued to erupt Chip leaned forward and began to cock whip my, face rubbing his male goo all over my face and lips.
Standing Chip chuckled down at me where I knelt upon the floor, "With some practice you'll make a half way decent cock sucker, Barbara." My cum smeared face burned with indignity and shame. Never in my dating life had I been spoken to so plainly and in such vulgar terms. Besides, I thought I already gave good head. Certainly, I had swallowed my share of cum and taken my fair share of facials over the years. And, no one had ever complained. To the contrary I had always received high praise for my oral skills.
