First Date

I had been horny for weeks. I was a day or two away from posting a nude on my dating profile when I matched with Joe. We spoke a little bit online, mostly about our tastes in movies and music. We set up a date for a movie at his place. I'm a short girl, a bit thick, with wide hips and decently big boobs, and I couldn't decide what to wear. I finally decided on a backless summer dress that showed a generous bit of cleavage. I dithered on whether or not to wear a bra, but my leaking pussy got the better of me, and I left the bra at home.

He greeted me outside his place. He pulled me to him and hugged me when he saw me, and guided me into his living room with an arm around my waist. He offered something to drink, and I declined. Foolishly. We settled down on the couch to watch the movie. I was trying not to be obvious or slutty despite the fact my pussy was dripping, so I sat at a tiny bit of a distance from him on the movie. He started the movie, and turned to look at me up and down. While I blushed and gushed, he wrapped an arm around my waist again and pulled me closer to him.

Once I was close enough by his standards, his hand slid down from my waist to casually cup my butt while we watched the movie. He kept squeezing my butt, and to this day I can't tell you what the movie we watched was about. His hand eventually made it under my skirt (such as it was) and cupped the bare flesh of my ass. At this point, it was all I could do to not moan outwardly, though I expect it was what he was going for. While I was pretending to watch the movie, his hand slid itself into my ass crack and began toying with my ass hole. I don't particularly like anal but the fact that he was casually playing with me ass while watching a movie made me gush a little bit more.

About halfway into the movie, I couldn't hold back any longer. I began to fondle his dick over his pants, and it felt like a dam burst. He abandoned all pretense of watching the film, and swiftly put another hand under my butt to hoist me onto his lap. I ground against his penis over his pants while he kissed me deeply and well. He kept his hands on my waist and squeezed it for all it was worth till I had red hand prints on either side of my hips. I couldn't stop kissing him, but he put his palm on the back of my neck and forced me to stop, looking into his eyes.

With one hand still on the back of my neck, he lifted up my dress, and I hastened to help him, stripping entirely out of the dress, leaving me only in my panties. Using his hand on the back of my neck, he forced me down to kiss him, and just as I was losing myself in his mouth, he stretched and snapped the elastic on my panties. I moaned at the slight pain and continued to kiss him and grind against his dick. He kept on snapping the elastic on my panties till I shed them. I was going to toss my panties over his shoulder, but he caught my wrist in the middle of the act -- without ever breaking the kiss -- wrenched my panties from my hand, and stuffed them slowly and deliberately in my mouth. I produced a muffled scream in protest, I was not ready to be parted from his devouring mouth, but the more I protested, the harder he shoved my panties in my mouth.

He then began to pay some much-needed attention to my titties. While I was grinding on his cock, he sucked on my nipples, twisted them around, and flicked them to his heart's content. He then kept one hand on my waist, and the other one squeezing both of my boobs at the same time, so he could bury his face in my tits. I was so wet and horny at this point that I pushed my tits into his face, willing him to suck and bite them. I was more than pleasantly surprised when he took each nipple in a hand, and looking directly into my eyes, proceeded to twist them in opposite directions. I couldn't wait any longer. Taking my life in my hands, I removed my panties from my mouth, undid his pants with a lot of fumbling, and pulled them down around his ankles along with his underwear. I knelt to take his dick in my mouth, and felt him kicking off his pants and underwear.

The fact that there was a strange dick in my face made me just the slightest bit hesitant. I licked the top of his head to begin, and I was hooked. I licked it as if it were a melting popsicle. I twirled my tongue around the head, and without warning took his entire cock into my throat. I kept it that way in my mouth for a few seconds while cupping his balls. I continued to lick his head as if it were going to disappear, punctuating the licks with occasional deepthroats. I have a gag reflex because I'm not a porn star, but I took him into my throat a few times.

I then ceased to attend to his cock with my mouth -- I kept stroking it with my hands, but I decided to focus on his balls. I wet my tongue and traced little circles around the place where the dick meets the balls, and was rewarded with a groan and a 'good girl'. I went lower and sucked his balls into my mouth while stroking his dick, earning me another 'good girl'. As you can guess, I try and accumulate 'good girls' and his comments were driving me wild. I licked his balls thoroughly and took his entire length into my throat, earning me several more 'good girls' and adding to the growing flood in my pussy. He forced my mouth off of his cock, making me worried that he didn't enjoy it as much as I thought he did.

With both hands on my waist, he dragged me up from my knees, flipped me over with what seemed like nothing more than a flick of the wrist, and thrust his full length into me doggy style. It took me entirely by surprise and I screamed out loud. He kept his cock deep in my pussy without moving until my scream died out, and began to go to work on my ass again. He slapped one cheek and then the other so hard that my rear end shook on all fours, and the movement made his cock feel even better in me. He slapped me a few more times till my dazed brain finally got the clue and I started fucking myself on his dick. He remained still, with one hand squeezing and slapping my ass as the other reached under to diddle my clit, making me gush even more around his cock.

After a few minutes, he lost patience. With one last stinging slap on my ass, he firmly grasped my hips and began to fuck me. He held me in place and rammed me hard and deep, again and again. I screamed myself nearly hoarse as he used me like the set of holes I am, with no regard for my pleasure anymore. He may have been playful until now, but now he was fucking me in earnest, not caring that my legs were shaking or that my ass was red. As his dick hit my G-spot repeatedly I couldn't hold back anymore and went over the edge. My pussy convulsed around his cock as he kept his steady pace, my orgasm making not the slightest bit of difference.

It seemed to last ages, or maybe it was multiple orgasms gloriously fused into one continuing experience, but I became more and more shaky. I would have collapsed, but he removed his hands from my hips, putting one hand under on my lower abdomen to hold me up, and the other pulling my head up by my hair to make sure I maintained the position without ever slowing down or speeding up the pace. As he dug his fingers into my lower stomach, the pressure added an entirely new dimension -- my waning orgasm began to rear its head with a mighty roar and I not only became more stable on all fours, but started thrusting back at him even harder.

However, as I became more stable, he removed his hand from my stomach. I was too much of a blubbering mess to form the words to beg him to put it back, when he did something else. He released my hair as well, and reached under me to grasp one of my tits in each hand so that my nipple was against his palm. He held on to my swinging tits like they were handles, using the grip to adjust my position and hold me in place. He then sped up the pace. The fact that he was using my tits as objects made my nipples even more sensitive, and along with the increased pace, it sent me over the edge a second time. This time, he joined me. I felt his cock convulsing in me and did my best to milk it.

He came for what seemed like a long time, and when he was done, he flipped me around on my back -- again with a flick of the wrist -- and collapsed next to me, glistening in sweat and breathing deeply. As we both recovered from our orgasms -- though I had considerably more recovering to do -- I turned my body into his and kissed him deeply. He chuckled at this sudden display of affection in what was our first meeting, and with a final casual slap on my ass, got up and headed to the bathroom.

I'd have to do something about his orgasm deficit.