Our First Date M30 F26

We met online. It was still the time of a pandemic and multiple lockdowns throughout the year. I was deprived of physical touch. I hadn't had sex in a year. I hadn't even hugged anyone in months. Truth is, I didn't even masturbate. Turns out, the whole "use it or lose it"-thing is actually true. As long as I didn't touch myself, I didn't feel the desire to. Which is weird, because usually my sex drive was pretty high.

At first he didn't even stand out to me. But I matched with him anyway. He was pretty insistent. Once we started talking, it never really stopped. We got to know each other first, quickly moved onto flirting and eventually we got to the good stuff.

Now, there something I should tell you upfront. I'm a slut. I'm a dirty, disgusting slut. I love sex. I love it as hard, rough and dirty as possible. Of course I didn't immediately tell him this. It might scare him away. He seemed experimental enough, but I wasn't sure. Didn't want to be too presumptious. Either way, he was cute enough and funny enough to have a drink with. We planned a date.

It was my first time ever meeting someone through the Internet. I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda worried. I wasn't worried he matched his pictures. We had videocalled plenty and I trusted he was real. But that's not the only danger. What if he was a serial killer? What if he was a creep? If his entire personality so far was an act? What if... he was gonna hurt me? What if he was gonna rape me?... the thoughts went through my head involuntarily. I lingered on them a little longer than I intended. I could feel my pussy twitching a little at the idea of being forcefully filled.. wait. Focus. As I said. I'm a slut. He's probably not even that type of guy. I don't want to be disappointed.

I arrived late. Shit. We were supposed to meet up at his apartment. I know, that's dangerous on a first date. But there was a pandemic going on. What can I say? Also, I liked a little bit of danger. I had to park a few streets over from his place. While walking there, I caught sight of my reflection. I was wearing a pencil dress. No bra. It was cut too low to wear a bra. My tits were very much on display. Was it too revealing? I knew I looked good. I just didn't want him to think of me as slutty.

When I got to his door, I was half an hour late. Well. I had a lot to set straight. I put on my biggest smile and rang his doorbell. His voice was nice and deep. Kind of husky. Very manly. He buzzed me into the building and I took the elevator all the way up. I was nervous again. What if... was this safe? Was I gonna be safe? I took a deep breath as I knocked on his door. He took a few seconds to open. "You're late." He looked at me with stern but playful eyes. I didn't know what to say. I stammered that I was sorry. Something about traffic. Meanwhile I was staring at him. He was tall. Broad shoulders. Beautiful deep seablue eyes. Soft lips. He was wearing a green sweater that was clinging to his muscular form. He had an amazing body. I knew he liked to work out, but... this was something else. He was smoking hot.

He stepped aside and let me in. I knew he checked out my ass as he let me pass. I knew he would be pleasantly surprised. I'm a curvy lady. I embrace it fully. I work on my body and I can honestly say I like my body. I'm nice and pillowy in the right places. I have a tight waist. He could probably wrap his big hands all the way around it. But his big hands wouldn't be able to fully cup my breasts. That's the way I liked it. And I knew he did too.

I sat down on a soft couch. His apartment was kind of cluttered, but clean enough. There were a lot of books. His computer took up plenty of space. He's a bit of a geek. That's good. He got me a glass of water, per my request. He sat down next to me. A little too close for someone I had never met before. I liked it though. I could feel his strong thigh radiate warmth to my own legs. He smelled nice. Warm. Strong. It drew me in. Made me want to get closer.

We got to talking. Kind of nervous gibberish at first, but once we were settled in, we started flirting. I couldn't look at him for too long without the overwhelming urge to touch him. I could almost feel the warmth of his skin against my fingertips. Instead, I leaned into him, my shoulder against his arm. God damn, he's strong. At least this way I didn't have to look at him. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his chest. His fingers stroked my collarbone, drawing warm circles. They slowly crept towards my breasts. It seemed to be subconscious. I cleared my throat and let out a giggle. He pulled his hand away, like he was caught doing something bad.

Honestly, at this point, I was getting hot. I was getting horny. I had been in such a dry spell, it was surprising I hadn't even jumped his bones yet. I didn't want to come off as a slut. But his touches were making my head all fuzzy. I couldn't think straight. I could hardly keep up a decent conversation. My mind kept wandering...

I moved a little, putting some distance between us. Maybe this would clear my brain. This brought back the problem of having to look at him though. He seemed to be distracted as well. His eyes kept wandering to the low cut dress. I could feel him staring. I blushed. I was getting fed up with this coy display of affection. It was obvious. I wanted him. Sooner rather than later. Who cares if he thinks I'm a slut? He wanted me too, that was clear. I challenged him. "Are you looking at my tits?"

He was startled and looked up at me through his eyelashes. He seemed embarrassed. He got over it quickly though. He chuckled. "Yes. Can you blame me?"

I weighed my options. How bold did I want to be? Should I kiss him? I looked down, seemingly coy again. This would surprise him. I moved closer to him. Slowly lifting off the couch and moving my dress up, so I could move my legs more freely. It was a tight dress and I needed space. I pulled it up halfway up my thighs. This way I could at least push my knees apart. He was taken aback but he didn't stop me. I straddled his lap. Once I sat on top of him, I looked at him straight on. He looked surprised. Without waiting for his response, I placed my hand on the side of his face and kissed him. Softly, I pressed my lips against his. He seemed very hesitant. I didn't want him hesitant. I had taken this step. Now I wanted him to take a step. I needed to dare him more. I parted my lips and let the tip of my tongue graze his lips. He sighed into my mouth, savouring it. He let his tongue meet mine. His hand moves over my thigh, sliding my dress even further up. His other hand on my waist, pulling me into him. In an accidental response, I grinded on his lap. I was so horny. I just wanted him to take me.

All in all, he seemed so careful. Surprising, for a strong, attractive man like him. Part of his appeal was his strength. He could force me to do anything he wanted. I could never fight him. I'd never win. I couldn't even make a pathetic attempt to. And that made him even more enticing. I wanted to feel his strength. I wanted to fight against him, struggle underneath him. I wanted him to force me in positions I wouldn't usually allow. I wanted him to make me his. God, my mind was all over the place. I could feel my pussy getting hot and sticky. I grinded against his lap again. I let out a quiet moan. Our tongues were still embraced. He was an amazing kisser. I was breathing heavily.

All of a sudden, I was off him. I wasn't on anything anymore. In one swoop, he picked me up and flung me over his shoulder. He did it so quickly, I felt butterflies rise in my stomach, like on a rollercoaster ride. He moved fast, took me to his bed and threw me on it. It didn't hurt because the bed was soft enough. But I was happy he was finally showing his impulsive side. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me in a seated position. He was rougher now than he was before. He wrapped his arms around my waist, feeling for the zipper on the back of my dress. He pulled it down. I could feel he was struggling to be gentle and not tear it. He could have torn it off without even so much as a grunt. I was relieved when I felt the zipper open up. As a perfect response, my tits immediately spilled out of the dress. He kissed me more passionately this time, pulling my dress down and pushing me on my back. I let out another moan as he slid the dress down my legs and pulled to release me. I was wearing underwear and he decided to leave it on for now. He pushed me down and laid his body on top of mine.

The pressure of his body weight felt amazing. I clawed at his beautifully green sweater, urging him to take it off. As he moved away from me to remove his sweater, I let my hands move across his body. He sure as hell took care of himself. Stunning didn't even cover it. He was so hot. I was lucky. More importantly than his hot body, he seemed to be a bit of a dominant lover after all. I sure was lucky. As he struggled his sweater off and threw it on the ground, I was already grasping at his belt buckle. I needed him naked. As soon as possible. He got the hint and took his pants off. I couldn't help but stare. I could see his big bulge in his underwear. I moved in closer and decided to stop him there. I wanted to slow down a little, take back control. I rubbed his dick through his boxers. He was hard. He seemed big as well. I looked him in the eye while moving my face. I put my mouth on his cock, with his underwear still on, locking eyes with him. I sighed my hot breath on him. I could feel his dick twitch underneath my lips. He closed his eyes, breaking our eye contact, and let out a soft sighed moan.

I pulled his underwear down and could feel my mouth starting to water. I loved sucking dick. And I was about to make this date his best first date ever. I started licking the tip carefully and slowly. Using plenty of spit, I coated it and then moved further down. I looked him in the eye, while licking from his tip all the way down to his balls. I lingered on his balls for a bit, licking, sucking, while stroking his cock. I was so wet. But I wanted to drag this out, take my time. When his dick was lathered with my spit and my mouth was warmed up, I took him into my mouth. I pushed my head down all the way, feeling him enter my throat. This seemed to surprise him. He was pretty big, definitely bigger than average. Maybe no other girl had ever been able to fully deepthroat him before. Maybe no other girl even tried. I swallowed, making my throat close tightly around his dick. I couldn't breathe, he was too far down my throat. I could feel my natural instinct starting to take over. My throat was starting to tighten, my gag reflex setting in. I needed to pull back.

To my surprise, I could feel a strong hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head and holding my face in place. My throat was squirming by now, I was gagging against him and I started to feel lightheaded. I hadn't had any oxygen for a bit. My eyes were tearing up, the tears spilling onto my face. My makeup wasn't waterproof. He still held on though, forcing himself even deeper into my throat, moving my head up and down his cock. He was straight up throat fucking me. I looked up at him, my mascara streaked eyes pleading, I started slapping his thighs, trying to make it clear to him he needed to let me go. He pushed his dick into the back of my throat one last time and then pulled my head back by my hair. It hurt like hell, but I was relieved. I coughed while trying to get air in my longues. I scowled at him and, honestly, I was a little worried. Maybe he wasn't a good guy after all. I don't know why, but this thought made me even wetter. My pussy was pulsing heat against my underwear. Slowly catching my breath and regaining my strength, I wasn't proud to admit, I wanted him to do it again.

I moved back toward him, put one hand around his thigh and the other on his balls. Once again, I slipped his hard, big dick back in my mouth. "Oh, you want more?", he let out a surprised chuckle. I moaned with my mouthful, egging him on. "Okay then," he said with an ominous voice. This time he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, twisting his fists into it up to my head. "Look at me. Keep looking at me. I want to see your eyes tear up." Before any more warning, he pulled on my hair. Hard. Slamming his cock fully into the back of my throat. I gagged, but didn't break eye contact. He was even rougher with me than before. He kept pulling my head back and forth, moving my throat up and down his cock. I couldn't breathe. Each stroke, I gagged a little less. My body was giving in to his strength. My throat was tight enough to feel good, I knew that. My saliva was flowing over my lips, dripping on my tits. Thick, stringy spit, from the back of my throat, being pulled out by this stranger's cock. I could feel my eyes welling up again. It wasn't long until the tears spilled out. He saw this as a sign, pulling my throat off his dick and rubbing my spit all over my face. I coughed and sputtered as I tried catching my breath again. I was light headed.

He threw me back on the bad, roughly pushing me down. "I need a break, your pretty little throat is gonna make me cum way too soon. I'm not even close to done with you." I sighed with relief and disappointment. I'm not sure which was more present. I needed a break too, but my pussy was twitching. I didn't want him to stop. I was overwhelmed with fear. I was also exceptionally horny. I had never felt this combination before. I had never been used this roughly. He moved away from the bed, walked to his closet. He rummaged around the bottom and pulled out a black box. I was confused. "What the hell is that?" I could hear my voice quiver. I sounded so scared. Was I that scared? I wasn't sure.

He slammed the box on the dresser. In three big strides, he was in front of me. I almost cowered away, but he was too fast. He grabbed my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks. Meanwhile he pushed my legs apart with his other hand, forcefully rubbing my underwear. In a low voice, he exclaimed, "Don't pretend like I'm not giving you exactly what you want, you slut. Your cunt is dripping wet." He forced his wet fingers into my mouth, before he pushed me sprawling back on the bed. I didn't dare move. Tears welling up again, I swallowed hard. I could taste my pussy on my tongue. I watched him walk back over to the dresser. He opened the box, pulling out a few items and putting them on the dresser, as if he was displaying them. I recognised a few, some were a mystery to me. I swallowed again and looked at my hands. I could feel my sticky pussy, warm with excitement and anticipation, overwhelming me with very pleasant hormones and a desire to let him have me, however which way he wanted. I also felt dread and fear seeping through my chest. Could those feelings co-exist?

I looked up at him again, standing there, handling his items, lined up like a proud collection. His cock was still hard and, I had to admit, he was hot as hell. His abs glistening from the exertion, just minutes ago. His arms and legs well formed and tensed. He looked at me, as if deciding what to do with me. He gave me a stern look and in his low, rough voice, he told me to turn my back towards him. It wasn't a question. I wasn't going to challenge him. It didn't feel like an option. He came up behind me and grabbed my arm, putting a cuff around my wrist. It felt useless to fight it, so I positioned my other wrist behind my back as well, ready for him to cuff it too.

"Ah, see? I knew you wanted this." He chuckled in my ear. My hands were tied together now. He pushed my forward, facedown onto the bed. He walked back to his collection and picked up some items. I couldn't see what it was. I didn't care. Fear was still omnipresent and I couldn't help but sob into his sheets. What did I get myself into?

"Oh, little slut. Stop your pathetic sobs. I'm just giving you what you want."

I could feel his warmth behind me as he sat on the bed, inbetween my legs. He placed the items next to me, just out of reach. He finally took my soaked panties off. He bundled them up in his hand and pulled my head up by my hair, shoving my pussy soaked panties in my mouth. I tried to resist, but he was way too strong. He rubbed his finger along my wet pussy, moving excruciatingly slow. Playing with my pussy lips, feeling my sticky and warm juices. He slowly spread my lips apart and slid his finger in. It went in smoothly, I was so wet, there wasn't any resistance. I wondered silently if I still wanted this. Just fifteen minutes ago, I climbed on top of him. I made the first move. I brought this on myself. Did I still want this? Or would I bolt out of here if I got the chance? I wasn't sure. As if he felt my hesitation, I could feel him sliding in another finger. He pushed against the skin inside of my pussy, slightly pressuring the soft pink tissue. He slid in a third finger and, to my surprise, while doing so, he started rubbing my asshole with his thumb. I had had plenty of sex before, but I was never a big fan of anal. I didn't like the idea of him touching me there. I squirmed and moaned into my panties, trying to move away from him.

His free hand came thundering down on my ass cheek, hitting me hard. He knocked the air out of my longues, my ass stinging. I tried to move away again, not just from his thumb this time, and once again, he slapped my ass. Hard. I whimpered and felt new tears running down my face. I held still after that, knowing he would only hit me harder if I moved against him. I let out a sob as he kept rubbing my asshole and sliding his fingers in and out of my slippery pussy. "You keep pretending you don't like what I'm doing. But your body is telling me otherwise. Why is that?"

Not waiting for an attempted answer, he surprised me by slapping my butt again. I gasped and at the same time, he pushed his thumb in. It was a weird sensation, feeling something penetrate my asshole. It didn't hurt, as I expected it to. It just felt... weird. My asshole was clamped around his thumb, I could feel how tight it was against his skin. While I got used to the sensation, he kept fingering my pussy. Slowly, he started moving his thumb as well. Pushing in deeper and pulling out a little. I could feel my asshole relaxing and loosening up. The weird sensation started to feel better. I could feel the tension slipping away. I started moaning against his strokes. I could feel him pushing his fingers deep inside my warm pussy and his thumb far up my asshole. I felt fuller than I was used to. It felt good. He moved faster as he heard my moans increasing.

After a few seconds he was fully slamming his fingers into my pussy and asshole. I could feel my muscles starting to tighten up, I could feel an orgasm coming on. I moaned louder, trying to make clear to him I wanted him to continue. I wanted him to move even faster, harder. And he did just that. My pussy was starting to convulse rhythmically against his fingers, my asshole tightening at the same time. I felt like I was choking on my underwear, but that only made me cum harder. My hips were squirming again, this time not pushing away from him, but leaning into his strokes. My eyes rolled back into my head and I could feel my muscles tighten and release one last time. I just came, hard, with his thumb up my butt.

He chuckled again. Taking his fingers out of my pussy but holding his thumb firmly inside of me. I was wondering what he was up to next. I was still struggling to breath, and apparently he wanted to help me. He took my panties out of my mouth and let me gasp for air. But that wasn't his only plan. With my mouth open, he took the opportunity to shove the buttplug he unpacked earlier into my mouth. My saliva made the thing glisten and he pulled it away again. Before I realised what he was doing, in one swift motion he pulled his thumb out of my ass and replaced it with the plug. I sucked air into my longues with a sharp inhale. The plug was a lot bigger than his thumb had been.