So, I was asked for a follow up on how my date went. Before I begin, a little further backstory. You should probably understand what has led me to this point in my life that I'm about to strip naked for you.
D*** has been a persistent itch in the back of my brain for weeks. We met on a dating site and he contradicts himself in his very first correspondence. His username is not DTF and some numbers. My profile says quite plainly that's all I'm looking for.
Since I harbor great disdain for contradictory people, I decide to take a new approach with D***. I'm going to play extremely hard to get. I'd ignore his texts for days, and then respond hours after he finally texts again with the kinkiest shit my imagination can muster.
He tells me he's a dom. How wonderful. I'm a chameleon, and I like to think I turn submissive with flawless grace. I tell him everything his wettest dreams could never imagine and then I cut him off again.
I'd made up my mind that I wasn't going to meet him after about three weeks, and so I began the separation phase. I told him I didn't want to be a whore anymore ;P and I was sorry I wasted his time.
He was not very accepting of this. He wanted to argue with me about it. He was very stern, honestly, more than comfort should allow. He demanded an apology. I called him and his deep voice all but commanded I reconsider.
This piqued my curiosity, and I did reconsider. I canceled the day of, however, to make sure he was as desperate for me as I wanted him to be, though I used the guise of cold feet.
Also, should mention that we had discussed fucking in his shop before, hence the fantasy that preceded this, but decided to go with the coffee shop down the street to make me more comfortable/frustrate the fuck out of him. It truly was a delightful surprise when he took charge and changed the venue last minute.
Enjoy my Friday night, ladies and gentlemen.
D***
I'm driving to a coffee shop near his work where we'd agreed to meet and I'm maybe just ten minutes from my destination when he calls.
"Where are you?" His deep voice rumbled into my phone.
"I'm almost there. I'm on xxx."
"Great," he says, "ignore your GPS. I got you from here."
I turn my GPS off and follow his direction like a good, obedient submissive. I don't ask questions. I have to see where this goes.
I pull into the parking lot of an automotive shop. The thrill of what I expect will happen... what I hope will happen, is reflected between my thighs. I'm wet before I get out of my car.
We'd spoken together at great length what he expects of me. I am to be a good girl. A perfect little fuck doll. I am to wear a simple dress with nothing underneath, and heels. I am to walk in quietly and follow his lead. He is quite demanding.
I pull the door open and close it behind me. In my fantasy I'd imagined a filthy little shop adjacent to an alley. This place was very large and immaculately clean.
"Lock the door behind you." He says firmly, standing behind the counter across the well decorated and furnished lobby.
I am an obedient submissive. As I was told, I clicked the lock into place. I stood still awaiting my next command.
"Come here." His deep voice rang clear and commanding.
Again, I am obedient.
My heels click loudly in the silence that surrounds me. My favorite little black dress sways just above my knees as I approach. I walk around the counter I notice there's more grey in his beard than there was in the pictures he sent me. He looked thinner as well.
I stand quietly before him. He moves at me fast, and with a firm hand behind my neck he kisses me hard and fast. He forcefully press down on my shoulders and I fall to my knees.
His hand fluidly moves his zipper down and retrieves his hard, smooth cock just a quick lick in front of my face.
"You going to suck my cock, like a good little girl?" He asks firmly.
"Yes, daddy." I moan looking up at him. I grip the pockets of his slacks and pull his dick into my mouth. I waste no time at all being enthusiastic and sloppy. I take all of him on the first swing, and then begin to tug lightly on his balls while slurping just the first couple of inches of him while swirling my tongue around his tip.
His hands are in my hair. I love that. It makes me wet. He angles my face up toward him ever so slightly so as not to pull his dick from between my lips but draw my full attention to his eyes. He instructs me firmly, "Swallow all of my dick, and do it as long as you can."
I am obedient once more. My nose presses firmly into his flesh.
