There is nothing more rewarding than coming across a young, amiable, but strapping, well-dressed gentleman whose company puts you at ease on a meet. The conversation you carry on, often of matters related to the lifestyle, was the gauge to check how far he'd fit the bill.
I was intending that this would turn out to be a break from my usual D/s themed plays. I just wanted to chill and at the same tine enjoy one of my favorite diversions in quiet company.
I didn't bother to run my usual are-we-kink-compatible inventory. But I did think of bringing my new toys, just in case (an anal plug and geisha balls).
My date and I started out with coffee (oh how proper of me), but later decided to go someplace to "chill". At this time, I still had not brought up my kink menu, and I thought I'd just go with the flow.
When we were alone, I suggested that he took a hot shower (didn't think much of it, I was concerned that he must have been feeling real warm from wearing a sweater at work all day). After that, he sat next to me on the bed in a towel, and we continued to chat. I had not undressed (the AC was getting cold), and I kept up with the convo with him.
Ah...the politeness and sensibility were still obvious with him. I wasn't one to make the first move (though with the right person, I like to boss around). Even when he flashed his sufficiently-sized manhood (Mmmmm) as we discussed pubic hair matters, the ice was not yet broken. Time to change gears. I lowered my leggings and off came the undies. In went his probing finger (but actually I wanted TWO) and he found me very wet. "My trademark," I said.
And so the Hunger Games began. I felt that my Tribute needed to be empowered to use his weapon. I prepared him for combat.
I loved the fact that we were both so oral while we propped ourselves to a 69. As I took his member deep down my throat, I heard the moan of someone who needed release.
"Are you a hard f.ucker?" I asked when we shifted so he could mount me. He was a bit bewildered, so I told him that I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he wanted, that I wanted to feel him 'use' me.
I placed his hands on my throat, and it was all that was needed to unleash the beast in him. I gave no other command nor request. Instinctively, he dominated, pulled my hair hard, c.hoked me while he deep-throated me. I saw him turn into this demanding, intense, and take-charge sort of guy and I absorbed the pure rawness of his lustful energy.
I loved this delicious and spicy side of this gentlebeast. There were exclamations of pleasure from him, while I yielded and yielded myself to him. Finally, he pulled my head towards his member, and I caught his surging, hot load in my mouth. I drooled it right back on his cock. What a sexy mess that made on the sheets.
His expression was of stupefaction. And I was thinking, HOT D.A.M.N! He fucked as if knew what I exactly wanted at that moment.
When a gentleman gives a woman the right treatment and attention, he deserves the pleasure that she desires to share. Rightfully, he earned the privilege to enjoy me as his s.lut. Kudos, young man.
