Trolling
One day, as I was trolling a local community website, a very attractive, dark haired, blue-eyed, slim CD caught my eye.
After looking her over more than once, I finally returned to her profile, and contacted her. We agreed to meet for drinks at a restaurant close to her home.
When I entered, there she was seated at the bar. She was stunning, in a gold lame cocktail dress, backless stilettos, bare tan legs, pretty feet, and impeccable make-up. Our eyes immediately locked onto one another. She got up, took me by the hand to a waiting table, as the bartender brought over her drink and took my beverage order.
She placed her hand in my lap, and gave me a deep, wet kiss. I didn’t know how to react, knowing all too well there was some male anatomy under that elegant attire. She moved her hand softly onto my arm, and whispered in my ear for me to relax, while kissing me again. This time I kissed her back, and she snuggled closer to me. Very inconspicuously, she again slipped her hand below the table, and started to run her fingers expertly over my crouch.
I was hard in an instant. After a second round of drinks, she motioned for the check, which the bartender added to her tab. Before I could compose myself, we were in a cab on the way to her place. She lived in a large loft, which was very tastefully furnished.
Quickly, she set the mood, with soft music, dim lighting, and sparkling wine. After several sips and some small talk about the apartment, she took me by the hand, and said: “…let’s dance…” She smelled yummy; her head was resting on my shoulder, as she sensuously ground her hips into mine, while pulling my shirt out of my pants.
“Take off your shoes” she said; I was wearing loafers without socks. “I love my man barefoot” she continued. Her tongue was now in my ear, and her nails were running up and down my back, as she grabbed the tail of my polo shirt and pulled it off over my head. “That’s much better” she said, as we continued to close-dance. I started to feel her up, and she quickly put the brakes on. “…Don’t touch me … you’re in my lair … I control the action here…” she said firmly. I tried to protest, pointing out the obvious that she was fully dressed, and I was almost naked.
“We’ll fix that shortly” she assured me, as her hands slid down the back of my pants and over my bare buttocks. She dug her nails into my buttocks, and pulled me very tightly against her. “… How does it feel to be this close and turned on… “ I didn’t answer; with her hands still inside my pants, she brought them around to my front and grasped my genitals. “Now take off the pants and underwear” she said as she rolled my nuts in her fingers.
I just moaned, and she smiled. “Hurry up. I do not like to be kept waiting” I slid off the pants and underwear as she directed. There I was totally naked; she had my genitals in one hand and my dick in the other, which was now dripping pre-cum. She had me firmly by the nuts, as she led me to the bedroom area of the loft, which was totally dark. Pushing me back onto the bed, she hiked the dress, and straddled my face. Her hairless crouch was now staring me in the face. “…Well what are you waiting for…” she declared; “…haven’t you seen a dick before… I promise you I taste good….” she proclaimed.
She pulled her dress over her head, while positioning her face in my crouch, at the same time her crouch was in my face. Simultaneously, we started giving one another blow jobs. She was good; really good; better than any one who has ever gone down on me. I soon started to spasm; she knew I was on the verge of coming, as she pulled her dick from my mouth. “Slow down … the night is young, very young…I have plans for you…” she declared, as she slid my balls into her mouth. Soon she was lying totally on top of my left leg, my right leg was over her right shoulder, both my genitals were in her mouth, and her fingers were teasing my ass. I squirmed, moaned, sighed, oozed, and reached for my cock. “No you don’t” she said, as painfully and slowly released my nuts from her mouth.
“If you try that again … I’ll tie your hands …understand?’’ If you want to relief yourself, you’ll have to tell me something about yourself, your sexual self she told me, as she inserted my balls into her mouth again and her fingers continued probing my ass. I was in pain, hours had passed since we first met at the restaurant, and I said I needed to pee. “…All the better…” she declared; “…nothing like a full tank to get you to spill your guts…”
I bit my lip, remained silent, hoping she would soon tire. Mistake, big mistake, I was in acute pain as she continued to work my sex organs. I begged; she smiled. “I’m waiting…no true confession…no relief” Finally, I just started blurting out: “I enjoy being dominated, spanked, wearing panties, being feminized, having my toes painted, my body waxed, being penetrated, wearing a collar while tethered to a leash, being blindfolded and put on display…” I couldn’t stop revealing my sexual proclivities. Finally, she allowed me to slowly masturbate for her, after which she took me by the balls to pee. It was early morning and the sun was coming up; she inserted her dick into my mouth, while telling me about her sexual preferences. She orchestrated my pace, gave me detailed instructions on how to give her a blow job, and ultimately exploded in my mouth. It was almost noon, when we fell asleep in each others arms. What happened when we woke up is only for us to know. Sorry……
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