"Put on your sluttiest outfit and come over, now." That's all he had to say and I was ready to surrender to his nastiest fantasies.
I set down my phone as an outfit quickly came to mind: my short, black, high waisted mini skirt with my lace, black corset top, knee-high stockings and pair of stilettos I've been dying to break out. The only thing left to decide was whether or not to wear panties.
I fantasized about how he would greet me once I arrived. Would he pull me straight in the door and take me there? Would he guide me to his room, throw me on his bed, and fuck me senseless? I could feel the fluids building between my legs as I desperately tried to predict what may happen.
I got dressed as my mind wandered through the possibilities of what tonight might bring. My hands lingered as I slipped into my corset top, caressing my C cup breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples as I fantasized about his hands all over me. Before allowing myself to get carried away, I moved onto slipping my toned legs into my sexiest pair of stockings, sliding them past my knees. The warmth of my pussy was hard to ignore as my hands slid up my thighs. I took a moment to feel myself and was graciously welcomed by a slimy mess. I slid my fingers across my slit, indulging for a moment in my natural juices before sliding into a skimpy, red pair of panties. I figured he may want to rip them off of me, so why refuse him that opportunity.
I quickly threw together my hair and makeup, knowing full and well they would be a mess by the time he was finished with me.
"I expect you to be wet when you get here"
Fuckkk....little does he know I'm already sopping.
I slipped into my heels, grabbed my purse, and headed to the car. My heart and mind raced the entire ride as I anticipated the fucking he had planned.
I know I should be scared, I mean, we've never even met. He could be crazy, he could be dangerous.....or he could be the best thing to ever happen to me.
As I pulled onto his street I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. Was I really going to go through with this? Just as that doubt crept into my mind, I could feel my wet pussy soaking into my panties. That was all the confirmation I needed. Heading out the door and up the sidewalk, I straightened my skirt before ringing the bell.
This is it, I thought.... I'm so fucking wet.
I heard footsteps approaching as he neared the door. It swung open and I was not disappointed by what I saw. He stood about 6 ft tall and with thick, broad shoulders. He gazed fiercely into my eyes before continuing down, doing a once-over of my outfit before returning my gaze. A slight smirk emerged on his face, as if to show his approval, before he finally spoke:
"I've been waiting."
I stepped inside as he shut and locked the door behind me. He turned me around and spoke with a voice that made me melt.
"On your knees" I knelt without wasting a second. "From this moment on, you are my filthy slut to do whatever I wish to. Do you understand?" I nodded, my puppy dog eyes gazing up at him longingly, eagerly awaiting my next command.
"Good girl."
Without breaking his gaze, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He started towards me and, in one smooth motion, slid his hands down my arms, guiding them behind my back, before effortlessly securing my wrists in the cuffs. My pussy pulsed as his touch met my skin, sending chills throughout my body. He stepped back, taking in the full picture. I knelt there silently, desperate to know what he had in mind for the evening. I met his gaze and he smirked.
"I promise you won't look this pretty when I'm done with you. Now, up."
I jumped to my feet and he led me to the couch. I assumed he'd throw me onto the couch and fuck me, but he had other plans. He led me to the edge and forced me over the arm rest. My ass in the air, face buried in the cushions, I expected him to rip off my panties and shove his thick cock inside me, claiming me. Instead, I lay there bent over alone, desperate for his touch. He was behind me, admiring the view in front of him.
Finally, he stepped forward and pushed himself against me, his hard cock pressing against my wet pussy through my thin panties. He grabbed the handcuffs and pulled me up to his chest with one hand and wrapped the other around my throat, his thick hands almost entirely covering my neck. Heart racing and pussy soaked, I was melting into his touch. He leaned in, hand securely on my throat, and used his free hand to move my hair from my neck. Leaning in, he took a deep breath of my hair before moving down to my neck. My pussy ached as he bit and sucked on my neck, groping my breasts with his free hand. I reached my hands back and used what range I had to feel his lower abs and top of his cock through his pants. With that, he spun me around to face him, and slapped me across the face.
"I say when you can touch it. Do you understand?"
Taken aback I nodded, assuming my fully submissive role. Hand still tightly gripping my hair he led me to the rug.
"On your knees"