I have never been one to do a lot of online dating, but lately I've needed to really indulge in my kinky side, and oral domination is a huge part of it. Or rather, oral submission on my part. There's just something about oral control that keeps my pussy messier than a slip n slide, and I can't get satisfied gagging myself anymore. I need a man to do it to me, and the more ways, the better.
So I placed an ad and after 4 or 5 ho hum dates, I met a guy who was pretty fun, pretty open about discussing sex, and he told me I had a beautiful mouth, and the way he looked at me just clicked.
"Do you have a slightly dominant side?" I asked, and bit my lip a little.
"Why slightly?" he asked.
"Well, from what I've seen in 'the movies', it's pretty easy to go overboard and get, just, really disconnected from each other. I always end up wondering why anyone buys into that. The things I like are not violent, mean, or even really painful, but to me they're super sexy."
"Tell me," he said, moving in with adorable intrigue. I looked around. Too many tables too nearby. You know how you can sense being picked up on other people's radar? I had that times 5. I leaned into his ear.
"Don't touch me ok? Just listen. I really want to wear mouth gags, and be drooling, like all over myself, really messy sexual situations, where you have power over my mouth, and you use it, like, to make me be your little slut. Maybe it's a humiliation thing, I don't know, but I just really want you to play me hard that way. Cock gags make me drool a lot. I've never bought a ring gag so I don't know what they're like, but it's sexy that you'd have access to my mouth with one. Dominate my mouth with fingers, toys, cock, ugh it all makes me so wet. Oh and if you tie my hands behind my back? And slap my tits??? I do really like having them slapped around, so if you need to be aggressive, that's like turbo for me. Also, I'm sure I'd beg for your cock, but if you don't fuck me the first few times, ugh, I'll be dying, dying for it, it will be so good. "
I leaned back. He stared into my eyes. My heart was racing. I'd never told anyone that, and it was humiliating, yet pleasurably exhilarating.
"WOW," he said.
That was a fun date.
I told him that I'd like to go on another. And we went out several more times, and each time we played a game I called Rate That. Everything was 0 to 5. Ballgag: 5, collar: 5, calling him daddy: 2, sitting on his lap: 4, lingerie: 5, spanking: 2, tit slapping: 5, of course; being called stupid: 0, being called a slut: 5, and on and on. I wouldn't let him touch me at all. I liked feeling in control as we discussed him being in control. We discussed STDs, when we'd last been tested, when we last had sex, what we'd picked up, what we were cured of, what we weren't, what was ok to do. It's always weird to talk herpes, but most people have them in some form, and better not to pretend that you don't.
Finally one night we went out, had a great time, and he walked me to my car and said, "Sofia, if you don't let me kiss you I'm going to go crazy." I pulled his hand behind my back, and he leaned into me and kissed me with a surge of electricity. It was a huge rush to feel his mouth taste mine, touch mine, then begin to devour mine. I moaned into his as he took my tongue and sucked it in gently, firmly, then pushed it aside and thrust his in and all around my mouth. He put his hand into my hair and closed in on it, drawing my head back.
"Do you want to come home with me tonight," he asked, moving his hand to my neck and gently running the backs of his nails down the length of it.
"Yes, so much," I said. We were in a dark parking lot. He put his arms on either side of me.
"I won't touch you," he said into my neck, his breath hot and deep. "Pull your panties down your thighs."
It was like he'd just thrust into me, it was so hot. My face and neck flushed as I reached under my skirt and peeled them down just below the hem of my skirt. He pressed into me, his arms still locked on either side of me.
"You're such a hot little slut," he breathed into my ear. His lips found mine, kissed them, then poured words into my mouth.
"Push your feet apart...good girl...press your tits on me...are you a slut...are you a dirty little slut, getting wet in a parking lot"...I nodded, whimpering almost in pain, it was such a turn on. "I like it when you do as I say. I think you do too, don't you..." I moaned yes, panting. "Put your hands on your ass, under your skirt...squeeze it, you little parking lot slut...look at you, begging for it in public...open your lips, put your tongue out, like you're begging to suck cock..."
He pulled back and said, "let's go." I pulled my keys out and handed them to him. I pulled my panties up most of the way. I was shaking all over. I could feel a thick, hot string of pussy juice connecting my panties and my cunt. He drove me to his house. I opened Maps and pinned the location and sent it to my bestie. "Here tonight". I could barely type it. She texted me back three eggplants.
We went inside and I sat down on the couch. He brought me a glass of water. I chugged it, set the glass down, and leaned into him. He smiled, and put his finger to my lips. I kissed it.
"Would you like me to gag you?" he asked.
"On our first time?" I asked, nervous.