I met him only earlier that day. While we had talked for quite some time online, but I wasn't prepared for how intense he would be in person. When his eyes gazed down at me I could feel the heat in my cheeks; I was blushing heavily. Thinking about how red and silly I must've looked only made me blush more. He commanded me to look at him and I was having a hard time with this. I was so nervous. I flinched as he moved closer and his hand reached up toward my face. He put his thumb on my chin and curled his fingers under, gently lifting my face up toward his, all in one swift motion. My breathing quickened as I stared into his eyes and smirk spread across his face. For a brief moment he resembled a wolf about to tare into its helpless prey. Then he spoke, "You know that if you disobey me, you will be punished, don't you, my little slut?" His voice was deep and strong and sent a shiver through my body. As my lips quivered his brow furrowed. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, WHORE!" He growled and suddenly his hand was on my throat, squeezing hard, though I was still able to breathe.
"YES SIR! I'm sorry, sir! I know!" the words poured from my mouth quickly, but not smoothly.
"I don't think you do. I think you need me to show you what happens when you're a bad little slut."
"Please, sir! I'm sor-"
My pathetic plea for mercy was cut short as his hand struck my face. I winced and whimpered for a moment until his hand was on my throat again. "Shut up slut and I never told you to stop looking at me!" I immediately locked my eyes with his again all while I could still feel a faint tingle in my cheek. I was nervous and honestly a bit scared, but despite my apprehensions my panties were getting more wet by the minute.
I whispered very quickly,
"Yes sir," and pushed my lips together, trying to make it very obvious I wouldn't speak out of line again.
"Good girl," he growled, smiling down at me. He placed his thumb back on my chin and pressed, causing my lips to part. He leaned down and suddenly his mouth was against mine, his tongue invaded my mouth like he was hungry for me. After a moment of shock and surprise, I probed back, our tongues dancing against each others. The heat rose up in me again and I mewled into his mouth. He grabbed my hair firmly and pulled my head back. Grunting into me, my mouth was now more accessible to him and he kissed harder, deeper. I moaned and wallowed in the feeling of his strength over powering me, feeling so small under him.
As suddenly as it had began, he broke the kiss. As he pulled back a thick strand of our combined saliva stretched and broke between us. He smiled down at me with that devilish smirk. I stood there panting, my knees feeling weak, my lips quivering. "Now, my little whore," he began, "get down on your knees. It's time you get what you deserve." I dropped to my knees almost instantly. I knew what he had in mind for me and while I was nervous, I couldn't stop smiling up at him in anticipation. "Beg me," he commanded sternly. I could see the outline of his hardness bulging in his jeans and I wasted no time submitting to his command.
"Please, sir! Let me suck your cock, sir!" I pleaded him eagerly. He began to unbutton his jeans and freed his throbbing cock from its denim prison.
"Of course, my lady," as he tossed his pants to the side and also removed his shirt. Looking up at him and admiring his toned body, I tried to lean forward and take his cock into my mouth. He laughed lightly as he held my hair and rubbed the tip against my lips. I moaned and pushed my tongue out toward him, trying to taste him. "Such a little slut," he said as he shoved his length into my impatient mouth. A satisfied groan escaped me as he began using his grip on my hair to fuck my mouth. He tightened his grip and I did my best to relax. I knew what he was going to do.