This was the second time I had arranged to meet this guy, as this is a collection of first dates, I am sure you have already guessed he let me down on the first occasion.
The basics of which I will share with you, because while he had let me down previously, I do not know the details to be fair. My previous master had instructed me to find a guy to come and use me, it was a thing with with him, he never fucked me himself, but loved to watch other guys fucking me.
To meet his needs I went on my usual website and found the user name K56, he was interested in my post, Ithink he actually doubted it was a real offer, in the first place.
We chatted a bit and he seemed ideal, up for anything wanting to have sex with me, happy to play second fiddle, when I had told him about my masters needs. In that Sir liked to see me please another guy, and how he liked to show off how well trained I was, how I would do kinky things for guys, because I was so well trained.
We had exchanged numbers and then passed I him on to sir, so they could sort out the rest between themselves. From experience I knew my master would not want me to know what they had in store, so when I was told to arrive the following evening at around 8, my stomach butterflies took wing a little.
I did however avoid texting or going on-line to ask him what was in store for me. I simply dressed as instructed, check mini skirt, white blouse, stockings and my high heeled ankle boots.
I was well trained and knew what sir expected of me, so when he told to park a street away I did as I was told. I had to brave a group of teenagers to arrive on time, I went in by my usual side gate.
Sir let me into the house via the patio doors, the first thing I got was a hard slap across the face hard enough to make a tooth feel loose. . ‘You fucking cunt’ he shouted at me, ‘your man is not coming’. I endured a fair bit of further discipline that night.
So why was I giving him a second chance? Well I am a bit of a slut and he had got me interested by his no holds barred attitude, at least on line. He had not wanted me to arrive dressed, so it was agreed I would text on arrival, and then go straight through upstairs to the bathroom to change.
The plan was he would log onto his swinger account and live stream his use of me, something which had swung my desire to have him use me.
So I had picked out a couple of dresses, I was already in my foundation wear, of corset stockings and panties under my jeans and t-shirt. It was a warm summer evening when I arrived at his, as it turned out it was a rougher area of Nottingham, the ex-council houses built on an estate not designed for the quantity of cars that are part of modern life.
It was therefore, maybe, a good job I had let him talk me out of dressing before I arrived, it turned out to be a long walk from the nearest place I could park. Additionally the houses were set out a little higgledy piggledy, so finding the right number was to say the least a matter of hunting it down and going up a few wrong paths. At 6’6” in my heels, it is not something you want to be doing, in a little skirt or tight dress, especially at that time on a summer night, kids are still out playing in the yards etc. I felt uncomfortable enough with the lumps and bumps of my boned corset showing through a tighter than I remember shirt.
When I found it at last and texted, it seemed an age before he put the door ajar for me to go in, I counted to ten as agreed after he opened it. Once in I found myself in a dark undecorated hall, with carpet-less stairs to one side. I made my way to the top and the bathroom as he had told me was there straight ahead.
To be fair the bathroom was immaculate, so maybe the hall and stairs were being decorated, they certainly needed it with patches of wall paper missing. I took my dresses out of the zip carry bag they travel in. You know the type like a suit bag but longer.
I had a black Karen Millen dress with me, short with a skater skirt and semi-transparent chiffon arms. I had told him I would be 30-40 minutes getting ready, as I need to do my make-up. I set to going for the full red lips and high cheeked blusher look.
I know it is not what most guys pay the most attention to but I do like to get my makeup right, it is I guess a mask, but also it gives the impression you care, so it takes time.
Makeup finished. I slip into the dress, it feels right which is good. The fabric is heavy and structured in the body, working well with the corset under it. High on the neck it hides my faux cleavage, just giving firm large mounds for my breasts.
At the waist working down, a lighter floaty fabric makes up the skirt. I know from photos my long legs will make it look shorter, but there is plenty of material to cover my lace top stockings. It flares out in a nice way, that makes my legs look longer still reaching down to my now heeled feet.
A quick check again on my makeup, I am happy, and in my heels I make my way carefully down the bare wood stairs, the last thing I need is to fall and need an ambulance or other help.
I make my entrance, my date, gets up from the sofa, his smile says he is pleased with what he sees.
‘Well do a twirl’ he encourages.
I do and he comes and holds me by the hips, I put my arms around him and we kiss, it seemed natural, with some guys it does. He is shorter than me, much shorter still with me in my heels, I do not mind it is a thing I have got used to.
His hand pulls me into him, and I feel his erection push into me, he is a good size by the feel. No doubt I will find out more soon. My own cock was caged, his hand went down to feel it straining inside the plastic bars.
‘Mmm you smell good’ I took it he meant my natural scent, I am a very perfume light sort of girl, so maybe a dab if I am going out, but for dates at a guy's house it is just my deodorant and what is built into the makeup etc.
There was a large screen tv in the corner, it was on and he was watching that film about a dystopian future with Stephen Fry and Natalie Portman, V for vengeance? I forget the title. I was not sure if to be pleased or disappointed it was not some porn.
In front of it was a large coffee table, which held a close to finished bottle of wine and an empty glass, dutch courage or a natural drinker, I did not much mind either way. The sofa I think was a big corner job in tan leather, the kind of leather you do not want to spill things on. I made a mental note.
On the sofa his laptop was open, I noted he was already logged in and on the chat page, being nosey I had a look to see if he had been chatting with anyone I knew, but as I got near I noted the camera was already on and streaming. He was using his built in cam which was a shame, I thought, but hey it was more for the thrill than the quality.
We had agreed to get straight down to it on the phone earlier, both of us a little limited for time. Well I hoped to be there a couple of hours at most,and it was already coming up to the hour mark.
I eased his cock out and was soon licking and sucking it, I did not know if the camera was switched on or not, so was certainly not playing to it. I was right, he was a nice size, and I was really enjoying getting him hard.
At times like this when your mouth is full of a new cock, you just have to stop and realise you are a complete sex doll, knowing you will do whatever a guy asks.
I could see I was leaving traces of my lipstick on his cock, so worked my mouth further down it to see how much I had taken in. Kind of a reverse tide mark.
“Can I fuck you now?” he asked.
“Mmm yes” I said a little disappointed I was not going to spend more time with my mouth full.
‘If you get on all fours on the coffee table, I can line the cam to get the best view of the action. And you will be at a great height for me. I was dubious as to if it would take my weight, but as i got on realised it was a solid piece of furniture. I got settled in the middle, hands grasping the edge, limiting my movement, in that I only just fit, despite the low height I did not want to fall off.
He moved the laptop so it was pointing side on to meface, he turned the sound down a little, it was a website that sent a distinct ping when you got a personal message.
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After which I think he got a blindfold out, ‘asking is it okay?’ It was a while ago so I may be wrong on this point.
I nodded, of course it was as I had told him enough for him to know he did not need to ask, but he was clearly not naturally dominant, something I guess I already knew, but here I was still.
Blind folded or not once the action started table seemed smaller I felt for the edges and gripped them. It was a reverse sort of bondage, I was free to move but hardly dared to. I would hardly maim myself if I did fall but even minor injury or a pratfall felt important to avoid.
The telly was still on, I had expected him to turn it off, bizarre I thought to myself, it covered the sound of him getting his cock out though, as the next thing I felt was the tip of it against my lips.
I opened up to take him again, wanting him nice and hard.
I began to wonder who might be watching us, I know from being on-line watching others some good action could get a hundred plus viewers. The thought of all those guys made me go hard in my cage.
Slowly he was building up speed pushing deeper into my mouth, I thought for a bit he was going to cum. There was no delicacy in his movement, just in and out using me as a stimulant for his cock. I tasted his pre-cum just before he pulled it out.
He was moving round, taking his clothes off I figured
I was left to listen to V for vendetta? Not able to see it which is why I thought I was blindfolded. Still I was not sure., I shuffled on the coffee table, but when it creaked a little, I stayed
Still hard he thrust into me, I was glad I lubed up well, again he had forewarned me that he liked to go straight in, hence why I was prepared. Mmm it was nice a good size for me not tearing pain, just that discomfort and knowledge he was having to stretch me to fit.
He had been fucking me a good 15 minutes hard for most of it, ‘sorry’ he slowed as he spoke’ think it is the wine’ while it had affected his ability to cum, it certainly had not caused a problem for his erection.
‘ Try calling me names’ I suggested, ‘ or spank me more’
He did both, calling me a “whore” and a “slut” he went at me with renewed vigor, so hard my breasts started bouncing around despite the firm corset. Tight so it restricted my breathing, which feels so needed when you ate bracing against a steady pummeling.
Then as he worked me I felt the rhythm change, he had gone it to what i thin of as auto pilot, when a guy is about to cum his body has its own pattern, it just reacts to what feeds the sensations of the cock, in this case his fucking softend, he pumped deeper and longer.
Then suddenly, as suddenly as he had entered me, he was shooting his hot cum up me. He fell back on the sofa.
‘Come and clean me up bitch’
I now had to very awkwardly get off the table, feel my way to him and then take his flacid cock in my mouth sucking and cleaning the mix of fluids etc.
He knew from chat I both hate and love this. It disgusts me as I do it, but tell myself I have been a good girl later.
As I sucked he finally turned the telly off, the film had just about wound up anyway. He suirmed a little clearly wanting me to stop
He got up, ‘bathroom’ was his only explanation, well his threat of washing everything down had not come to pass. Another thing that disgusts me at the time but makes me horny later.
My mouth still tasted of his dirty cock, I looked for a glass of water, but did not leave the lounge.
Soon back he said “you best go get changed”i did as he told me disappointed as I had hoped he would kick me out dressed as a freshly fucked whore, made to do the walk of shame, back to my car.
Once changed I left without seeing him, i just heard the door lock, as I walked down the path. Given how far away i was parked and how it was still daylight, I was a little bit relieved at his better judgment.
