First date

He spent a week chatting with me daily. Engaging in interesting conversations about his life and our shared interests. We seemed to get along really well. Our conversation just flowed. He was interested in me and my stories. He found me to be intelligent and sexy. But also incredibly kind with a hint of absolute perversion just below the surface. He was so excited to see what was in my brain. He had read some of my writing so he knew my tendencies. Yet he never expected me to be that way in conversation. He treated me like a normal person. Never used honorifics. Only my name. Just a very attractive intriguing woman he wanted to know.

His energy was impressive. He showed interest and effort. Once we had been talking for a while he brought up meeting. The rapport was so lovely I figured I would be open to it. But I didn’t want to waste my energy on anymore men. He understood and promised he would do all the work. And to his credit, he did! He asked me what kind of cuisine I liked, and found a few places near me. Then with some more detailed questions he whittled it down to one place. He asked me for my availability and then set up a day and time for him to take me to dinner. How lovely.

In the days leading up to it we talked daily. He was very excited to meet up. The day of he offered to drive to me and pick me up for dinner. What a gentleman. He was waiting with flowers. I was so touched. That’s so sweet. He looked handsome and had on some intoxicating cologne. I was impressed. He of course showered me with compliments. As he should.

He took me to the restaurant. A fun modern place with small plates and pretty cocktails. Our conversation in person had just as good a flow as our texting. Only with the added layer of physical attraction from both of us. There was definitely a flirtation in the air. We talked and laughed over a lovely meal and when the time came he paid the check and asked what I would like to do next.

The conversation had sort of slowly built in intensity the entire week without ever crossing the line. But it could be felt, bubbling below the surface. And then sitting across from him and flirting was even more of a build up. But possibly the most attractive thing about him was the way he let it be known that he was VERY interested while being very respectful and never going passed a light flirtation. This kind of behavior makes me sexually aggressive. It’s the kind of energy that says “I want you, you know I want you, but you’re in charge here ma’am.”

I looked at him with siren eyes and said, Take me home. We’ll talk at my place. You can rub my feet.” His eyes lit up at the thought of being able to touch my body. The body of a goddess. The body he’s been staring at from across the table oh so subtly. Little did I know he had been studying every curve. He hopped up and escorted me to his car, opened the door and made sure I was comfortable before closing it. He drove me home and held my flowers as we walked to my door.

Once inside I put my stuff down and told him to sit on the couch while I slip into something comfortable. I came out in my pajama set because I insist on being comfortable in my palace. He looked at me and smiled. My curves were showing even more underneath the light fabric. “You look cute and comfy”, he said. “I am.”, I said.

I laid on the couch and put my feet in his lap. “Rub my feet”. “Yes ma’am!” He rubbed my feet while we continued talking. We talked about dinner, about tv shows, about funny stories. “Thank you for letting me rub your feet goddess.” I told him if he was a good boy I would let him give me a massage. “Yes ma’am I would love that.” “Good boys get rewarded”, I said.

I put the tv on and we started watching some shows. We had some commentary and laughs about what was going on. He looked at me quite out of the blue and said “God, you look so beautiful lying there like that.” Well that was enough for me. I told him to peel my pajama bottoms off. His response was “yes ma’am!” Then I told him to peel my panties off. “Yes ma’am!” Then I told him to come smell my pussy. “Yes ma’am! Thank you ma’am!” He got his face between my big fat juicy thighs and felt the heat coming off my swollen pussy. He took a big wiff and his eyes rolled back in his head. It was better than he ever imagined. I grabbed the back of his head and shoved him into my pussy. He immediately began to lick. I said “you’re gonna stay here and eat my pussy till I tell you to stop. And you better not fucking stop till I tell you bitch.” A muffled “yes ma’am” came from my pussy and he unleashed the energy that had been building for a week. I put on a movie and completely ignored him.

For the entire movie I ignored him. Occasionally checking my phone. Sometimes taking pictures of him and saying things like “awww is that good pussy?” He would look up at me with wide eyes “yes ma’am, it’s so good”. “Keep eating it. This is where you belong.”

I ignored him as much as possible, making him go down on me for at least an hour and a half. Knowing I was using him with no regard to his comfort, just as an object really turned me on and before I knew it I was moaning and grinding my pussy against his face. He doubled his efforts. “Ughhh you fucking toy, make me cum!” He tripled his efforts. “Get ready bitch, you’re gonna get hit with squirt or piss but either way you’re gonna take it and you’re gonna love it.” This made him even more excited. He began to put his whole body into it. Moving his tongue as fast as possible. I could feel it building and building. I grabbed a handful of his hair which only made him lick faster. And then…… wave after wave, I didn’t hold back, I pushed it all out. He lapped it up and rubbed his face in it, showering in the fruits of his labor. This was his reward.

Once I released his head from the grip of my thighs and tried to catch my breath he began licking up my pussy and my thighs making sure he got every drop. He stuck his tongue deep inside my pussy to make sure he could taste that creamy prize he worked so hard for. He got up with the biggest smile, his face drenched. Some got on his shirt. I smiled. I told him “you can blot your face dry but you may not wash it. I want you going home with my scent on you. I want you to smell it on your drive home. I want it to get on your pillows. Don’t wash that shirt for a week. I want you to sniff it every day till then. Is that understood?” “Yes ma’am, I promise. I can’t wait to smell you every day.”

I told him to stand up. I could see a bulge and a wet spot from precum. I told him to take down his pants and show me his cock. It stood stiff and swollen, almost bouncing. “Does eating my pussy turn you on?” “Yes ma’am is does.” “Good, I want you to stroke it for me.” “Yes ma’am.” He began stroking his cock staring at me, my legs still spread. It was slow at first then ramped up, and soon it became intense. I really had to stop myself from popping it in my mouth. I love cock so much. Hard cock especially. God I wanted it. But I had to keep my position of power. When I noticed his breathing getting faster and more intense I told him to stop. His cock was left throbbing, dripping with precum, aching to be touched. Again I fought the urge to feel that throbbing flesh in my mouth. “That’s enough” I told him. Though I wanted to see him cum, I didn’t think he should get the satisfaction. He’s here for MY pleasure. And another time I will make him cum for my pleasure. But not tonight. I want to keep him a little desperate.

Get dressed, I’ll walk you out. “Yes ma’am.” I put on a light thin robe and walk him to the door. “Thank you so much goddess. It was an absolute honor to be in your presence today. Thank you for allowing me to take you out. And thank you for the honor of giving you pleasure. I live to serve you.” “Good boy”, I said as I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He melted a bit. “Remember what I told you to do. I want you to send me a picture every day of you sniffing this shirt. “Yes ma’am I promise. I will text you as soon as I get home goddess.” “That’s a good boy”, i said as i patted him on the ass and led him out the door.

I looked at the couch and saw a wet stain. Hmmm…he’s going to have to clean that up for me soon. Then took a hot shower and got into my nice clean princess bed.

That was a great first date. I went to bed with ideas of what to do with my new little toy swirling in my head.