Last night I went for drinks with a man I've matched with a few times but never made the leap to meet. Sliding into the booth he had chosen, I sized him up. He was handsome, taller than any man I'd met yet, and the scent of his cologne was understated and pleasant. I already liked him. Ordering our first drinks we immediately delved into conversation, going over the basics. Conversation flowed from there, and ten minutes in he suggested a toast over me being even cuter than my pictures. We really shouldn't have waited so long to get together.
We talked for over an hour, finishing two drinks a piece (concluding at the end they weren't the best) leading him to smoothly suggest he could make a better one at his place. I agreed, knowing exactly what he wanted but going on about how I was excited to see his amateur bartending skills. He paid the tab, and a few minutes later we were riding the elevator up to his apartment, me teasing him a bit about only living steps from the cocktail bar we had been at since the traffic downtown was crazy and I struggled to get there.
He had a beautiful place, with lovely views of the city. I tried to pretend I wasn't impressed as I gazed out the window, transfixed by the skyscrapers lit up against the night sky. "So what do you want me to make you? Anything in particular?" He asked, coming to stand beside me. I thought for a minute, then shook my head. "Surprise me. Anything sweet." I grinned at him, wondering if he'd pick up on my unspoken 'like me'.
"Anything hm?" He mused, his eyes going to my lips. He leaned down to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me against his body. "Mmmm sweet. Ok". With a wink he pulled away, gesturing for me to sit at the island. We made small talk as he poured and measured different liquors and mixers to create what he called a Tokyo Tea, something I'd never heard of. The end result was a slightly cloudy emerald green drink he topped off with slices of lime for effect. Once finished, he took a seat next to me, setting my glass down and pulling my chair flush with his so he could settle between my legs, forcing me to spread them to accommodate him.
"So you mentioned you write stories, but you never told me what kind." He broached, looking at me intently. I lowered my head, busying myself with my drink, which was as delicious as he promised. It was one thing to act like a slut, another completely to tell this near stranger what I actually did. I liked him, and was a bit afraid that if I let on about everything I did he would see me differently. I took another sip, enjoying the flavor, before answering.
"Yeah, mainly science fiction and some erotica. It's really all for fun" I hedged, trying to pretend that it was just something I did as a hobby and not an entire side of me that I reveled in. "Tell me more about the erotica. Where do you get your inspiration?" He asked, his hands now moving to my thighs, running up and down in steady motions, squeezing occasionally.
I hesitated. I could either be honest and hope he didn't judge me, or lie and let him think I was still the bubbly, giggly woman with some dirty fantasies he thought I was. But I hated lying about it. "They're actually all based on experiences I've had. Real life is better than fiction and all that" I said with a slight laugh, trying to play it off. It didn't work however.
The hands on my thighs slowed. "So tell me about one. Maybe a favorite?" He pressed, clearly interested in hearing more. Somehow, I'd already finished half my drink in my nervousness, and combined with what I had already had at the bar, I finally threw caution to the wind. Let him think what he wants. "Maybe the time I gave a blowjob at a movie theater and he came on my face." I looked him in the eyes as I said this, unashamed. Instead of responding right away he got up, walking behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders.
"I love movie theater fun" He whispered in my ear, moving my hair so he could place soft kisses on the back of my neck. "Tell me more." Without hesitation I replied, "I also had sex in a roomful of people at a sex club. There were men stroking themselves and I even let them touch me." Hands circled my waist, grabbing the hem of my sweater and pulling it up until my bra covered breasts came in view. "Look in the mirror" He ordered. There was a full length decorative one directly across from us. I obeyed, making eye contact with him in it as he ran his hands over my stomach, then down my thighs again, circling closer to my pussy. I was only wearing thin leggings and could feel the heat and pressure of his caresses perfectly. With my legs spread open and sweater still bunched around my neck I looked as lewd as I felt at that moment.
"It sounds like you're a dirty girl. Is that right?" The feeling of his hands on my body and lips on my neck left me nearly panting. I don't why I tried to resist what was so natural to me. "Yes, I am. I love being used." I answered, feeling almost relieved as the truth flowed from my lips. It seemed my admission was what he had been waiting for. One of his hands slid up again, squeezing one of my breasts before moving down and into my leggings. I whimpered, feeling his fingers part my pussy lips and begin to make small circles on my clit. I spread my legs even wider, watching in the mirror as he touched me and I shook against him.
My pants turned to moans as I grinded slightly against his fingers, only the solid presence of him behind me keeping me seated on the bar stool. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to see how dirty you can be. Will you be my good slut tonight?" I nodded at his words. "Say yes. Tell me you'll be my dirty slut," he demanded, his fingers moving faster, slick with my arousal. "Yes, yes I'm yours, I'm your slut" I gasped. "Good." He stopped his torturous circles nearly instantly, sliding his fingers from between my legs. Stepping away, he headed down the hall, disappearing into a darkened doorway. Shaking slightly, I waited for a beat before following him to the bedroom.
Dim red lights greeted me, just bright enough to make out a king size bed, and a tasteful but simple room. I paused a few steps in, unsure what to do. My mind had already switched to being submissive, waiting on orders on how I would be used. I wasn't left waiting long. Pulling me against him he started kissing me, one hand going into my hair to hold my head still and the other going to grip my ass. "I can be rough. Can you take it?"
I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes before replying "Yes Sir." It had slipped out unbidden and I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. He smiled. "Yes Daddy. You will call me Daddy." He accentuated his words with a smack, making me gasp. "Yes Daddy!" Nodding in approval he stepped back, eyes taking me in again before he ordered, "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." As though in a trance, I stripped until I was bare, flinging each piece of the outfit I had carefully chosen to the floor. I paused, letting him see every inch of my naked form before sitting on the bed, sliding back until I was propped against the pillows.
The sight of me nude and in his bed seemed to remove any reservations he had. His clothes were off in seconds and he joined me, pinning me against the bed and fisting a hand in my hair again. A painful yank made me cry out, a small part of me wondering just how rough he meant. I held still as he moved down, capturing one pierced nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling quickly over it. The feeling of his teeth pressing down a bit too sharply a moment later forced a choked gasp from me from the sudden pain, and sent a pulse of pleasure between my legs. Switching to the other nipple he gave it the same treatment, the grip he had on my curls making me hesitant to squirm too much under him.
He finally moved on, releasing my hair to trail kisses down my stomach until he arrived between my legs. It seemed like he was trying to drive me crazy, because instead of delving his tongue between my wet folds like I desperately wanted, he instead pressed more kisses to my thighs. I waited, every brush of his face against my wet and sensitive pussy pure torture. Abruptly, he pushed my legs up, my bottom half hovering a bit over the bed. Holding me in that position he began to lick, starting at my ass and running his tongue all the way to my clit before beginning again.
