Ariana looked around the bar again nervously. This was her first time meeting a man from the internet with the intent to have sex, and she was feeling equal parts terror and lustful anticipation. She'd spent two hours trying to find the right outfit for the occasion, one that said "sexy and available" without straying into "trying too hard". She's settled on a stretchy pencil skirt that hugged its way over her generous ass and a silky red blouse that draped luxuriously over her breasts. She felt sexy. And nervous.
She'd also arrived almost an hour early, leaving her too much time to scope out the scene at the bar he'd suggested. It was an upscale whiskey bar, with dark wood paneling and black leather booths in the dimly lit space. The booths were enclosed, so it was like every party had their own little room. She wondered what was happening in each one, imagining couples teasing each other in the semi-private spaces.
With a little shake of her head, she tried to bring her imagination back to earth. She was already turned on enough by the anticipatory fear and excitement she was feeling without straying into her mental spank bank for other favorite scenarios. He should arrive any minute! She wondered if it would be cooler to already have a drink when he arrived, or to wait for him before ordering? She couldn't believe she was even asking herself this question. She was accustomed to always knowing the right way to act, and it was thrilling but also confusing to find herself so flummoxed by this situation.
While she was considering this, an absolutely gorgeous specimen of man came down the stairs into the bar. He was sturdily built, broad across the shoulders and through the middle, but in a strong, solid way that she instantly admired. His dark skin set off his bright blue eyes vividly, and he carried himself with an air of comfortable assurance. She felt her pussy clench involuntarily, and she squirmed a little in her seat. This was him!
She felt her heart pounding and the blood rush to her face as the anticipation collided with the nervousness she was feeling as the moment to actually meet him had arrived. He strode up to the booth and smiled down at her, letting his eyes linger on her cleavage before leaning down and cupping the back of her head with his hand and her neck with the other while he kissed her hard. She gasped in shock, equally offended and turned on by his sudden attack, which opened her mouth to his fierce affection. He took immediate advantage, kissing her deeper while he continued to hold her in place. She moaned, and he eased back, letting go, and settling himself on the bench opposite her with a smile.
"I'm so happy to finally meet you, Ariana," he said in his rich, deep voice. "You're just as beautiful as I imagined." He reached across the table and stroked his finger from her bare shoulder to her wrist, slowly, before sliding his hand into hers and holding it firmly. "And if you keep looking at me that way, I'm going to ravish you right here on the table, so you'd better stop."
She snapped her mouth shut, realizing she'd been gazing at him in stunned lust since he'd let her go. She blinked and mentally shook herself. "Girl, you'd better pull yourself together, or you're done for!" she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and smiled at him, saying, "You're awfully hot yourself!"
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She was glad she hadn't ordered a drink, because that allowed him to order for her, something she didn't usually go for in a man, but there was something about the way he was looking at her, like he was really seeing her, and the way he'd touched her the moment they met, in such an invasive but perfectly RIGHT way that made it easy to let him take over all the details. In fact, she found it was turning her on even more. She had no idea how damn sexy it could be to let someone take over not just in the bedroom but outside it, too. Her panties were drenched, and he hadn't done anything overtly sexual since their abrupt greeting.
The drink he ordered for her was strong and delicious. He ordered dinner, which was also delicious, and of course he was delicious. Conversation between them was easy, and she found herself relaxing into the warmth of his attention, forgetting her nervousness for the moment, and enjoying herself far more than she'd hoped or expected. The evening flew by, and as he paid the check, he asked, "Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?"
"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed excitedly, and then clapped her hand over her mouth in surprise at her own enthusiasm, blushing brightly. He laughed at her surprise, and offered her a hand out of the booth, pulling her tight against his body as she rose.
"I'm glad," he murmured into her ear as his hands pulled her hips against his, "because I can't wait to get you alone."
She gasped, feeling the butterflies in her stomach come back full force, along with her arousal. What was she getting into? She'd had plenty of boyfriends, but she'd never had sex with someone so soon after meeting them. Wasn't this exactly what people warned women not to do?
No matter what the rational voices in her head told her, though, her body had no doubts about what it wanted, and she knew in her heart (and some other parts) that she was going home with him, and that it was probably the most exciting thing she'd ever done.
He steered her to the right as they stepped out of the bar, and said, "My apartment is just a couple blocks from here." She nodded, and he put his arm around her as they strolled down the sidewalk.
"Your profile listed some unconventional interests," he commented as they walked. Ariana felt the blood rush to her face again, not knowing exactly which interests he meant, but feeling turned on and embarrassed about all of them.
"Yeah," she said shyly. "Which ones were you thinking of?"
He ignored her question, and asked her, "Are you truly interested in everything you listed there?"
Ariana paused. Some of the things she'd listed were things she'd never tried. Most of them were, actually. But she thought about how turned on she'd gotten from going through that list, seeing so many of her fantasies written down, imagining other people liking them, too, and maybe finding those people ... she was embarrassed to admit liking them, but she couldn't deny it. She nodded, still blushing.
He squeezed her shoulder tightly. "Good," he said, as they turned to go up the front steps of an industrial building. "We're here," he whispered as he unlocked the door, his eyes intent on her, as he drew her through the entrance, closing the door behind him.
She barely got a glimpse of a big, open studio space before he shoved her against the door with his body hard against her, gripping her head with both his hands for his mouth to find hers, kissing her hotly while his foot kicked her legs apart for his thigh to press insistently against her pussy. This time, in the privacy of his apartment, she let herself moan loudly, feeling the heat of her arousal rush through her.
Wait! she thought. I need to get my bearings. She tried to pull away from him to catch her breath, but he just pushed more insistently against her. She shook her head, starting to struggle to get away from him, and he pulled his mouth off hers and growled harshly into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you tonight, and you can decide how rough you want our first fuck to be."
With that, he released her, stepping back and leading her into the apartment. In a daze, she followed him, as the implications of what he'd just said sunk into her feverish mind. Was he really saying he wasn't going to take no for an answer? Did she even want to say no? She'd never been more turned on in her life, but shouldn't she be rejecting such arrogant advances?
No, she thought, I want to stay. This is so hot, I can't leave now.
He led her to the far end of the apartment, which was clearly the bedroom, even though it was open to the rest of the space. There was some other furniture, but she found her eyes drawn to the big bed, which was covered in a rich looking velvet quilt. She turned to look at him, breathing nervously, and found him looking at her, his eyes dark and hot with desire.
"Get on your knees," he told her, unbuckling his belt with one hand and he pushed down on her shoulder with the other. She gasped, and slowly knelt down, staring into his eyes as she did. He unzipped his pants and reached into his briefs to release his hefty erection. She moaned again, turned on to the point of pain with the urgency of her desire.
She stuck out her tongue, licking his cock from base to tip eagerly before sucking the head into her mouth hungrily. She gently fucked his cock with her mouth, getting it a little deeper with each thrust. "Oh, yeah, that's such a good girl," he told her, gripping her hair with his hands, but letting her lead the action for the time being. "Keep going. See how much of my cock you can get into that slutty mouth of yours."
She wasn't sure how much she liked being called slutty, but she decided it wasn't important enough to stop for. She loved the challenge of a big cock, and this was definitely the biggest cock she'd seen. In fact, it made her a little nervous, and she felt kind of regretful that it was too big for her to get the whole thing in her mouth.
As she thought that, the head of his cock hit her gag reflex, and she pulled away, coughing. "Aw, baby," he said gently, "Is that all you can take?"
"I don't know," she replied, "but I can try to take more," she said eagerly, wanting to please him. She opened her mouth and slid as far down his cock as she could, until she felt it just shy of making her gag. She tried to ease back into a good rhythm, sliding her mouth up and down the shaft, stretching her jaws into a slight ache to accommodate him.
"Oh, I think you can take more," he told her, and with his hands holding her hair firmly, he pulled her face toward his hips while he thrust his cock down her throat. She felt the tip of his cock slide past the point of her swallowing muscles before she jerked away, coughing again. She shook her head as she coughed, spitting out a mouthful of saliva and pre-come.
"No, that's all," she said, catching her breath.
The next thing she knew, he was pulling her up by the elbows and then dragging her by the hair to a piece of furniture she hadn't really noticed earlier. Now that she saw it, though, she couldn't quite understand what it was. It was half sawhorse, half padded table. That was all she could see before he shoved her over it.
The edge of the table was hip height on her, so she found her torso pressed against the table as he kicked her feet to either side of the legs, and then he did something she couldn't see. She felt cold metal against her ankles, and when she tried to move her legs, she found they were cuffed to each leg of the table, as she'd feared.
