Thrustin And Lustin Ch 01

Emily isn't on Bumble long this time before finding a match she can click with. After some steamy text conversations with Devin, they're ready to meet, and Emily is nervous yet excited. She sits in the coffee shop in her baby blue dress, playing with her green putty as she drinks her pink drink. They had been cuter than she was expecting; they were 6'4 but had a gentleness to them in their voice. They're blonde and blue-eyed, assigned male at birth with big hands that she has imagined wrapped around her throat more than once. They dressed nice, too, in skinny jeans and a button-down mushroom shirt. They're 10 years older than her ripe 22, with more kink experience than her brief college submissive dalliances.

"You do have pretty eyes," is the first thing they say to her.

She buys them a chai latte while they use the bathroom, and then they're off to the beach. They walk along the shore, dipping their feet in the cold water. Then, they sit on the warm rocks while the waves breathe in and out, seagulls flying up above. It's evening so the beach is mostly empty. It's chilly, so she huddles up to them for warmth as they wrap an arm around her shoulder.

There is a moment of silence between them after talking for so long, about music, politics, their parents, and everything in-between. As she analyzes their eyes and mouth, she decides to be bold. She pulls away a little so that there is space between them. "I kind of want to kiss you," she blurts out.

"So why don't you kiss me about it?" they shoot back.

"Can I kiss you real fast then pull away? So I can recover?" It's weird, but she's had a guy trap her into a longer-than-wanted kiss before.

But Devin is a gentleman, and when she closes the gap between, they let her pull away when it suits her, watching her as she grins and rubs her hands together on her lap. They kiss a few times more, each time longer than the last with more and more teeth.

They go out to eat after, and upon buying her dinner, of course she wants to suck their dick. For a virgin, she's sucked an awful lot of cock, but that was because she enjoyed it. She likes creating a rhythm, and using her body to please another person.

After eating their burritos on the beach, she's on her knees in the back of their car, beneath a blanket for some privacy. She pops their large cock out of her mouth with a wet sound. "You can cum down my throat if you want," she murmurs, batting her eyelashes up at her date from beneath her cover.

Devin is more than a little frazzled. "'Kay," they say with a shaky nod.

Emily smirks. She knows she has a certain amount of power over people in sexual situations like this, and is content in knowing that now is no exception.

She goes to work on their cock like a girl possessed. Her soft, full lips rub up and down the shaft, stopping by the tip once in awhile to swirl her little tongue around their slit. Her hands go down south, one down her panties and the other to gently rub their balls.

"I'm close?" Devin says after a minute, sounding confused. They must never have cum from oral this quick. "Fuck. I'm close."

Emily really gets into it, then. While her right hand rubs circles in her clit, she moans around their dick, deep-throating as much as possible. Whenever she comes up for air after gagging around their thickness, she makes sure to get a lot of spit on them. Drool drips down her chin, and she doesn't wipe it, making sure to look up at them and make eye contact with her messy wet mouth, lipstick likely smudged onto her chin, too.

"I'm gonna cum," they eventually admit.

She continues to use her fist to pump their cock. "Cum for me, daddy," she says before shoving herself down onto their dick once more. When they explode in her mouth, she makes sure to swallow it all like a good girl should.

Once they finish their orgasm, her pussy is pulsing in her soaked panties. But she doesn't ask to cum, knowing she can't lock her knees in a space this small.

"Good job; good girl," they say, breath heavy. And hearing the praise is a reward within itself.