First Date Fuc

My gelato is half eaten and melting in the little plastic cup. I love the sweet and cold mango but first dates, especially dating app dates, make me nervous as hell and I'm never able to really take advantage of the free meal.

It's good, as far as first dates go. Really good. The flower he bought me sits wilty between us on the bench, and he gestures with his hands about something or the other. I'm not paying attention, watching his tattooed arms (sleeves running from both wrists and disappearing under the capped sleeve of his t-shirt) and his huge hands as he makes some point.

"Right?" He asks, grinning.

He'd probably be into it if I said "Oh, I'm not really sure because I was too busy imagining your hands gripping my hips while you fuck me from behind". But I don't say this on the slight chance he wouldn't be.

"Right." I smile back. A brief pause, where neither of us are sure what to do with our eyes or hands. "Do you want to get out of here?" I ask, talking too quickly and trying to sound more casual than I feel.

"Yeah, I'd love to." He's smiling and looks relieved, as if he thought I would never ask.

As we're walking towards the car, he tells me more about his life, baseball as a kid and army as an adult. I'm barely listening, my thoughts something along the lines of don't think about fucking, I'm thinking about fucking, can he tell that I'm thinking about him fucking the shit out of me? Smile and laugh!

Right as I'm about to turn away from him to open up the car door, he places a hand on my waist and shifts me gently back towards him. His thumb rests on my bare skin just above the waistband of my jeans and the rest of his hand spreads out under my hip, fingers curled towards my ass. His hand is so big that with just a little pull he shifts my hips, and then my whole body, towards him.

Without saying anything, he leans down and kisses me. One of my hands covers the hand that's already holding me, grabbing at the warmth and pushing him closer to me. The other hand hooks around his ear, then falls down his neck. I'm desperate for him to keep kissing me, and more than that, a lot more than that. He pushes me roughly backwards so that I'm pressed up against the car.

Now both of his hands are wrapped around my waist, grabbing hard at the bare skin, then letting go and traveling down to my ass.

He kisses my neck, bites, then moves off to look down at me.

"Let's go back to the hotel."

He's in town for training and God bless the USA, the army has him holed up in a fancy-ish hotel with the promise of a big bed, a big shower, and the sort of fucking that doesn't require planning with a roommate beforehand.

Even before he can tap the hotel key on the lock, I'm all over him in front of the room door. I can't keep my hands off him, pulling his neck down towards me to kiss me even as he's fumbling around in his wallet. I run my hands down his chest, and since I don't hear anyone in the hallway I keep going, pressing my palm across the zipper of his jeans where I can feel him hardening. After this move, he curls an arm around my waist, pulling me closer in while one hand unlocks the door. The arm across the small of my back pulls me closer to him, pushing my open palm more firmly against his hard on. Even through the thick jean material, I can feel the length and width and I would've given away anything to fuck this man.

The door to the hotel finally opens and he yanks me into it. I stumble with the sudden movement but I don't have to decide where to go next. He slams the door and presses me back against it. His hands shove away my flimsy tank crop top, grabbing at my tits.

"God, I just really want to fuck you." He mumbles against my ear.

I pull his head away from my ear, making him face me and look in my eyes.

"Please."

I start to claw at his button and zipper, anxious to see his cock. He steps out of his jeans. His cock bulges long and hard in his blue boxer shorts. He kisses me again, and I can feel him hard and thick on my stomach. I reach down his boxer shorts and grab his pulsing cock.

I don't bother with the routine of kissing down his neck to his hips. I drop to my knees. He pulls down his boxers. His cock is 8 inches long, thick and hard and pink. Seeing it makes my mouth water, which is good because I spit in my hand and start running it up and down. Pre-cum forms a little pearl at the tip of his cock. I lick it up, running my tongue up the curved indent on the head of his cock. He shudders.

I place the head of his cock in my mouth, lightly running my tongue in circles around the head while my hand keeps jerking him off. He groans and steadies himself with a hand placed flat on the top of my head. I take him all the way in my mouth. Or try to. The first time I almost choke, a problem I've never had blowing other guys. But he tightens his grip on the top of my head and pushes his cock all the way in.

After seeing his cock disappear in my mouth, he grabs my head with both hands and starts fucking my face. I look up at him with a mouthful of cock. His brow is furrowed, eyes small and intense as they look down at me. Both hands are gripping the side of my head as he pulls in and out of my mouth, shoving his cock to the back of my throat each time I go to take a breath. The porno gulping choking noises are coming from some part of me I didn't know I had. I can barely breath but the face fucking turns me on more. I slide my knees apart and stick my hand down my panties while he keeps fucking my face.

"You like it when I fuck your face? You like it when you choke on my cock?" After this he pulls my head closer to his hips while shoving his cock deeper into my mouth and a gasping choke comes from the back of my throat. He keeps his cock there, buried in my mouth for a couple moments until he pulls all the way out. His cock drips with pre-cum and saliva mixture, and he rubs the length of it on my cheek. He taps the tip of his cock on my bottom lip, then on my cheek, then on my bottom lip. It's hot and wet and pulsing against the cool skin of my face.

"Open up."

I do, barely recognizing that I've just met this man and already I'm prepared to swallow his cum. He goes back to fucking my face, thrusting and grunting while I choke and gasp and rub my clit.

"I'm gonna cum in the back of your fucking throat... I'm gonna cum." He pushes his cock further in and my mouth fills with warm, salty cum. I swallow. He pulls out his cock to jerk off the rest onto my face, splashing across my eyes and cheeks and lips.

I rub it in like it's lotion, softly smearing it into the skin of my cheeks with my fingertips, across my bottom lip like it's gloss. It's hard not to get this way during sex. It's like I want to absorb the other person into me, all the way, any way.

He pulls me up and kisses me, cum and saliva smashing between our mouths and lips. He moves his head away to look at me and stroke the same place on my cheek with his thumb moving in slow circles.

Room service is better when it's naked. Trash from fruits and chocolates and gatorades litter the hotel room and how refreshing it is to know that neither of us, but especially not me, have to clean it up.

When I straddle him on the hotel couch, he tastes like fake berries and chocolate. He grips my hair tightly, a fistful at the back of my head, and pulls it down so my chin stretches up. I watch the hotel ceiling as he bites and sucks on my neck. I grab at his shoulders and press myself down on top of him even further. I lift and readjust, lower myself down again. I can feel him grow hard under his boxer shorts and although I can't see his face his breath gets quick and hot on my neck, his kisses less rhythmic. I move up and down again, still forced to look only at the corners of the ceiling with his fingers grasping my hair. His other hand curves into my panties, rubbing my clit as I hump his hand and lap. My own hands move from his shoulders up to his neck, trying to grab some sort of stability while I can feel myself growing hornier and hornier. His fingers slide along my slit, up to my clit. But he teases and moves away from the clit, forcing me to move my hips to put the pressure of his hand where I want it. One finger moves inside me easily. Curled and quick, until it pulls out and presses again on my clit. I gasp and grind harder into his hand.

Finally, he releases my hair with one hand and pulls the other one out of my pussy then out of my panties. He pulls his boxers down, shifting me easily with one hand while he pulls off one leg and then the other. His cock is rock solid, erect and pulsing right next to the opening of my pussy.

He grabs his cock and lines it up with my pussy as I hover above him. He strokes the slit with the head of his cock. I'm dripping wet and the head of his cock slides in easily. He pulls out and runs his cock along the entrance again, pausing to push on my clit. But when he pushes in again, he goes all the way in, hard, pulling my hips down while guiding all of his cock into me. I gasp and instinctively lift up because it hurts like a motherfucker.

"No." Both hands pull me down again and he starts thrusting into me while bouncing me up and down his cock. I wrap my arms around his head- I'm still straddling him, my tits directly in his face while he moves inside me.

"Come on."

He lifts me up easily, still inside me, and my legs instinctively wrap around him so I don't fall. He carries me to the bed and lies me flat on the bed. He pulls out and we both look at his cock, glistening and hard. He guides one of my legs above my head before pushing in all the way again.

The force of his cock and his pounding moves me on the bed, back and forth, and he grips hard onto my ankle, forcing it closer and closer to my head while his body gets closer to mine and his cock pushes deeper and deeper. My instinct is to close my legs because of the pain, but at the same time I don't want it to stop and he's got too good a grasp on my leg.

He pants in my face, grunting and straining against me and inside me. He pounds hard and fast and rough and I see stars.

"Turn around, I want to cum in you from behind."

He pulls out and I obediently flip onto my hands and knees. I can feel him right behind me. After all the fucking he pushes into me easily, but doggy style allows him to reach straight to my cervix. He pounds the shit out of me from behind, placing a hand on the top of my head to smash it into the mattress. With my head like this, completely covered by the pressure of his hand, I can feel myself about to cum. He's hitting right near my cervix, over and over. All I can hear is his pants and groans as he fucks the shit out of me.

He echoes my thoughts. "I'm gonna cum."

He pumps a few more times and then grunts and I can feel himself buried inside me, exploding deep in my pussy. I cum at the same time, moaning and gasping through the mattress. He pulls out quickly and jerks the remaining cum onto my ass, finally letting my head off the mattress.