[FM] Not the usual kind of “blind date” (Part 2)

(This is continued from right where Part 1 left off. The link to the first part is in the comments below)

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“I have something for you, if you want it.”

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I was so overwhelmed from all the excitement, I didn’t really know what to say in reply, and it was difficult to hear his words clearly through my heavy breaths and still thunderous heartbeat, feeling like it would explode out of my chest.

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His hand tightened around my throat, not enough to cut off my air or hurt, but just forcefully enough to bring me back to the moment; his tightened grasp was enough to make me really see him, to come out of my dazed thoughts. His face hovered within an inch of mine, his warm breath touching my lips, making me want to feel his lips pressed to mine again, yet even as I tried, I found that he held me down to the bed. I continued involuntarily grinding my hips as much as he would allow me to, pressed so tightly as he was to me in missionary on the bed. He had creampied me a moment before and he was still hard. He had made me climax multiple times since he had walked through the door, and my body still wanted more; needed more.

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He looked as pleased as I felt, and gave me a smirk with a hint of wickedness behind it as he teased me, being so close and yet still too far in that moment.

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He added, “You’ll have to earn it, of course.”

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I nodded, as much as his hand on my throat and his grasp on the back of my hair would allow me to. There was really only one thing I could say, and it was the only thing I wanted to say in that moment, “Yes sir.”

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He gave me a smile, and pulled out of me slowly. I didn’t want him to stop touching me, but I waited patiently, lying there on the bed watching him as he walked over to the closet. Then I noticed that my phone was on the bed next to me. I had gotten so lost in the moment that I had forgotten about the friend I had left on speaker, just in case he had been some psycho. The speaker was still on, the call was exactly fifteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds and counting. He had likely picked up my phone and saw that someone else was listening, and had moved it closer so that whoever it was would have a better vantage point to hear all the little sounds I made. I worried that I had accidentally scarred my friend for life by asking her to watch my back.

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Since he clearly already knew about the person on the line, I didn’t have to whisper to my friend that she could go and told her that I would be staying here for a while longer. I thanked her for being my wing-woman. When she said she was happy for me and envious, it made my mystery man chuckle. I hung up the phone before he got the bright idea to give her an invitation to join us. After all, I wanted him all to myself. I guess I’m just selfish like that.

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He walked back over to me, grabbed me by my ankles and dragged me to the edge of the bed. I thought he was going to start fucking me again, and I spread my legs for him. Instead, he lifted me from the bed and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his body. He readjusted me, clasping his hands under my rear, and carried me into the bathroom as I looked into his eyes adoringly, pleadingly, and he just grinned at me. He set me down on the bathroom counter, but unless he told me to, I wasn’t going to let him go. It seemed that he wasn’t in any hurry to part from me either judging by the fact that he had slipped himself back inside my pussy while he carried me, and I loved the feeling of him filling me up.

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I hoped he would start fucking me again soon, but when he held up what he had gotten from the closet for me to finally see, my body stopped moving as I checked his face for some hint that he was just joking.

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He was holding a dog collar. Not a slave’s collar meant for a human, but a dog’s collar, the kind you would see in any petshop for a medium sized dog. It even had a metal tag in the shape of a heart, although the place where the name and address usually would be, this tag was blank. He shook the collar a couple times as I looked at it a bit dumbfounded, but excited, and I heard the single small metal bell next to the tag jingle as he shook it, still grinning at the expression I was apparently making.

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“Would you like to be my bitch for tonight?” he said, confident in what my answer would be.

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“Yes, sir.” I replied, using my legs to make him thrust into me slowly while he put the collar around my neck, clicking it in place, and letting it dangle loosely.

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“It suits you.” he said with a grin.

Then grabbed my hips, forcing himself deep with one hard thrust. He picked me up, off the counter with his hands under my ass. He fucked me with short, shallow thrusts for a moment, before he ordered me to get on my knees, and set me down on my feet. I wasn’t certain that I would’ve been able to remain standing even if I wanted to, so sinking to my knees in front of him was no trouble at all. His dick was covered in my juices and his semen that was even now dripping down my thighs. I supposed that housekeeping wouldn’t be entirely wrong when they blamed some of my messes on a bitch in heat, because that was what I was in that moment.

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I rubbed my clit as I sucked his dick until all that remained covering it was my own saliva. After I had sufficiently cleaned it for him, He grabbed me by my collar, forcing me to look up at him while I licked his balls next, taking each of them into my mouth one at a time to ensure that they were clean except for my saliva. By the time I was finished, and he picked me up with one hand on the collar and one hand under my arm, forcing me to lean on the counter and look at myself in the mirror, my suspicions were confirmed that my face was truly a mess. My eyeliner was blotchy and left streaks across my entire face, my lipstick was smeared. So, the rough gagging from earlier, as well as all the sweat and tears I get sometimes when a man makes me feel what he had made me feel, it had all done quite a number on my appearance. As I attempted to look away from my reflection, he grabbed my chin forcefully and made me look at myself.

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“I want you to watch the face you’re about to make.” he said.

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A bit of humiliation and dehumanization feels like a bit of spice when used in the right way, and the right moment; and he made me watch as I felt him slowly force his cock inside my asshole. Looking in that mirror was like looking through a window to see some other person feeling what I felt. He had promised to fuck me in every hole, and I was experienced when it came to anal, the dirty girl that I am, that he knows I am, and I was still surprised by the intensity of the sensations, his words used to stoke the flames that were burning within my body.

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“What a beautiful face you make. But there’s something missing…”

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He turned me around to face him gently while he thrust in and out of me slowly, intimately. I really thought he was going to kiss me, instead I was utterly shocked when he spit in my face. His spit hit me right below the eye, and I flinched away from his grasp. I looked at his reflection as he smiled, grabbed me under the chin once more, and said,

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“Now turn your other cheek so I can even it up.” He said, still slowly thrusting all the while, but he didn’t force my head to turn. I did that myself, entirely willing to let him mess me up a little more. His fingers on my chin held me firmly as he spit on the other side of my face, much of it landing right above my eye and dripping down.

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He forced me to look back at my reflection then, saying, “There, now you look perfect.”

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I looked like a mess, a mess that he had made of me, and I think I enjoyed the feeling even more than he did for doing it to me.

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He turned my head, back to the first side he had spit on, and I thought he was going to do it again. Except he surprised me once more by touching his lips to my own. I felt his tongue probe my parted lips, and I responded immediately, hungrily. As we kissed, his thrusts became harder and faster and I unexpectedly climaxed, the feeling hitting me suddenly. I had to lean heavily on the counter while he grabbed my hips and kept fucking me. I had to lock my legs in place and fall onto my elbows on the sink, my hands seeming too far away from my body to hold me upright over the counter. If there had been enough space I likely would have laid my head down on the counter, but as things were, my forehead was already pressed against the mirror.

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He grabbed a hold of the back of my collar, pulling my body up, and paused in his thrusting long enough for me to remember to arch my back for him so that he would have the best angle. I had regained enough of my composure by this point that he had let go of the collar, both of his hands on my hips once more as he got close. With short, quick thrusts, I felt him spill his semen inside my asshole. We were both breathing heavily once again, and I could feel his heart beating against my back just as clearly as I could feel his cock pulsing inside my asshole. Our bodies were hot, almost uncomfortably so, and yet, he didn’t part from me for a long moment after he had creampied me for that second time. His hands roamed by body as we stood there, looking at our reflection.

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“I’m not finished with you yet, but lets take a little time to rest.”

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He pulled out of me as he said it, he was still at half-mast, and I bet that if I blew him again he would be good to go a third time, but I didn’t think my body or mind could take much more of it, so I was quick to agree with him.

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He left me in the bathroom while he walked back into the main room. I washed my face in the sink, knowing that the image was already burned into both our memories. When he came back, I had cleaned my face as much as I could without scrubbing it in the shower, and he handed me a pipe packed with a bowl of weed. We hit it together until it was ash, and just stood there naked with one another and talked for a few minutes before getting in the shower together. He gently rinsed my pussy and asshole for me, putting his fingers in me and wiping out his semen, cleaning up his mess, as it were. Feeling more of his touch was no longer something I craved, satisfied as I was, but it still felt good to have him pamper me. I hadn’t even realized that I still had the collar on until he took it off, letting it hang next to the towels to dry.

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It was only the middle of the afternoon, so we spent the next few hours laying on the bed, not really watching the tv. Just enjoying one another’s company and the feeling of our skin touching as we talked, mostly he just listened, and it felt so good that I tried hard to forget that we would only have until the morning before he had to leave town to go back to work.

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Still, I could tell this wouldn’t be the last time that we met like this. Even so, I was certain to fuck him once more that night and once more in the morning before we parted ways once again. Watching my mystery man who was no longer a mystery to me has made me ache every day since our little tryst, and I can’t wait until we meet again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/as7rq4/fm_not_the_usual_kind_of_blind_date_part_2