I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and enjoyed talking about it. I'm the exact same way, and it's gotten me into trouble a few times. So talking to someone with the same openness is always welcomed. She revealed to me that want really gets her off is to be roughed up, commanded, and be called names. Rough sex was something I took too quite quickly. I felt pretty confident that telling her about my experience doing some pornos, and showing her a clip would get her interested me. She liked what she saw, and we kept talking and decided to meet in person to play.
I made reservations for a hotel room, and made plans for us to go out to dinner and get drinks afterwards. I told her to wear something revealing when we go out, to show off her body, and to bring a change of clothes because they might be ruined by the end of the night.
The night of our date came, and we met at the restaurant. She looked for lack of a better word, just "stunning", I actually paused for a moment when she waved to me. She had a thin black top, which just seemed to give up at the idea at trying to contain her breasts, which looked even bigger in person, about the size of large cantaloupes. She wore a black short skirt, which showed off her long, her high heels brought her up to about my height(I'm 6 feet even). I approached her, we hugged, and I stepped back to look at her again. She had on a thick red lipstick parted to show a beautiful and inviting smile, and dark eye make up which made her eyes look huge that just drew me into her dark brown eyes.
We went into the restaurant and we had a nice conversation. I mostly talked about my time in Germany, and my transition back into the states. We then transitioned into talking about the upcoming season of The Walking Dead, I promised not to spoil anything for her since I read the comics. After our meal, we walked to a nearby bar. In the bar we started off with a round of beers, and started talking about our sexual history a little bit. When we finished our beers, we started to order shots, and our bodies became closer. her hand on my arm, and mine on her waist. I told her that most of the guys were staring like a pack of hungry wolves, she asked if I was jealous. I assured her that I wasn't (This was my plan from the start, to show her off, and dangle her in front of a bunch of drunk men).
"I'm going to the bathroom really quick." I said after slamming down another shot
"You're not going to throw up are you?" She asked with a little bit of concern on her face.
I laughed, "No, not at all. It's going to take a lot more than this to get me that drunk. While I'm gone though, if any guys approach you, I want you to flirt back."
She gave me a confused look and asked, "You actually want me to flirt with other men while I'm out with you?"
"If any of them approach you, yeah. Just have some fun, we'll be going soon anyways." I replied.
"And what if you come back and find me gone?" She inquired.
"Well, I trust you...and I think it'd be fun to break you up and take you away from any hopeful guy knowing that I have you all to myself." I assured her, and with that I walked away.
I was really only in the bathroom because I knew at least one guy would approach her. So I decided to stand there after washing my hands and clear out my e-mail inboxes. After a few minutes of clearing out spam emails, and checking facebook notifications I felt like it was long enough.
Sure enough there she was with a few men competing for her competition. She looked to having a good time, and they looked quite eager to take a peek under her clothes(I know I was, I had been looking forward to this night for a long time)
I walked right up to her past a couple of guys who were taken aback from my boldness. I put my arm around her waist, and asked, "Hey babe, did you miss me?"
She smiled, and replied, "You know I did!" She poked my nose looking at me with a grin.
I leaned forward and kissed her briefly on the lips, "What do you say we close our or tab, and head out?"
"I would love that." She told me.
While getting the bartender's attention, I opened up my phone, ordered and Uber to pick us up and take us to the hotel. During our ride we laughed about the guys trying to impress her, she told me about how much fun the night had been so far, and that she really needed to get out.
We get to our hotel, and leave our ride. On our way to our room she tells me she regrets not going to the bathroom back in the bar. We get in the room, and she excuses herself to the bathroom. While she was in their I walked over to the table, picked up the "Do Not Disturb Sign", and hung it on the outside of the door. Walked around the room a bit, and emptied my pockets onto the nightstand.
She emerged from the bathroom and started giggling.
I smiled, and asked "What are you giggling about?".
"Oh...I'm just remembered all of those guys blatantly staring at my tits back at the bar." She answered.
"Well, I think now seems like a good time." I thought to myself.
I walked up to her, and didn't stop walking pushing her up against a wall.
She looked me in the eyes and said "Ooo, I like this!"
I brought my hand up to her neck getting a solid grip and in an angered tone said to her, "Oh do? Do you fucking this?" I tightened my grip around her neck, "You like to dress like a fucking slut, and tease men huh?"
She looked at me with a panicked look in her eyes, most likely from my very abrupt change in tone and mood.
"I asked you a question, you fucking slut! You fucking answer me when I'm talking to you! Do you like showing off your fucking tits and ass, and flirting with men giving them false hope?" I demanded from her raising my voice.
She nodded and eased my grip from around her neck long enough for her to gasp and reply with a short, "Yes, I do."
"You filthy whore." I said shaking my head. I brushed her long blonde hair from her face and kissed while still holding onto her neck.
I dropped my hand from her face down to her breasts, and started to fondle her breasts. She responded by grabbing my hips, and pushing her own towards me. I took my hand off her neck, broke the kiss, squeezed her breast harder, and slapped her across the face. I looked in her eyes and asked, "You're loving this aren't you, you fucking slut."
"YES!" she said with a crazed look in her eyes, her cheeks red and flustered, she was breathing heavily.
I slapped her, she moaned, and I slapped her again. "FIlthy cockteasing whore." I growled at her, "Get on your fucking knees whore!"
She couldn't have dropped to her knees any faster, and reached for belt. I slapped her hard and yell at her, "Oh so now you're not a fucking cock tease are? You're just a big titted cock hungry slut aren't you?"