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# The First Date
A few years ago, when I was about 30, I met an extremely memorable woman on Tinder who we’ll call C. C was tall, 21, and had gorgeous natural boobs (DD, I believe?) that stretched through any top she wore. She was proud of her body and showed it off happily on Tinder: her profile included pictures of her in a bikini top, a low cut tank top, and a dress that showed off the exact curves of her chest. I swiped right and got that delicious hit of dopamine that accompanies everyone’s favorite fullscreen notification: “You matched!”
A few innocent messages later and we had scheduled our first date at a bar near my apartment. The rest of the date, thanks to marijuana and alcohol, is something of a blur. I remembered her walking into the bar and her big eyes staring at me cautiously as I introduced myself. The next thing I can really recall, we were on the couch of my apartment, her shirt and bra on the floor and my jeans around my ankles. I was standing over her while she sloppily sucked my cock, loudly slurping a mix of my precum and her spit as it dripped down to the floor. She used both hands to jerk me off while her head bobbed with a slow, steady rhythm. I shot my cum in her mouth and collapsed next to her, gasping. Once I came to my senses, I offered to return the favor, but she made it clear she was on her period and didn’t like to fuck or receive oral on the first date anyway.
We talked about what we liked in the bedroom. I told her I loved rope and domination. She was thrilled: she had always wanted to be dom’d, but her experiences with guys her age were pretty lackluster (tying her hands together with a t-shirt is lazy, guys.) She asked, eyes wide, if I was a Sir or a Daddy. I told her Daddy. Her voice softened and her eyes widened as she looked me in the eyes and said, “Yes, Daddy.” I felt myself harden again, but it would have to wait. She had work the next day and was already ordering her uber while she put on her clothes.
# The Texting
Our texting had gotten absolutely, wildly filthy. We shared fantasies we had. Me: completely dominating her until she was a perfectly trained slut. Her: being dominated, toyed (ben wa balls were her favorite), and feeling me shoot my cum inside of her. Her nudes filled my phone memory by the hour. She loved taking commands from Daddy, loved being called a “good girl”, and most of all, she loved to hear about how I was going to fuck her. I teased her at work, at home, and pretty much wherever she’d text me. We were driving each other crazy around the clock.
We planned our second date meticulously. I told her exactly what to wear: something tight and black that showed off her gorgeous chest. “Yes, Daddy.” I’d take her to a fancy japanese restaurant on my side of town that was dark and had big, private booths. “Yes, Daddy.” We’d play games throughout dinner to train her for submission. “Yes, Daddy.” Best of all, I had a surprise for her. I told her to meet me at my place a half hour before dinner so I could give her a present.
“Yes, Daddy!”
# The Second Date
She showed up at my place on time (like a good girl). It was winter, so she took off a heavy coat to reveal her outfit. A thin black dress, with no bra, that was especially tight on her chest and butt. I sat down in a chair opposite the front door and asked her to come closer. She did, blushing. I ran my slowly hands up her legs and under her dress, admiring the curves of her chest while she stared down at me. My fingers reached her upper thighs and I discovered she hadn’t worn any panties, just like she was told. I ran my finger over her moist pussy and clit and smiled.
“Good girl.”
I told her to close her eyes while I got out her present. When she opened them again, I was holding a small black box with golden lettering on the top. I took off the lid to reveal 3 new ben wa balls that I had bought the day before at a boujee sex store. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed.
“Do you like your present?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you want to wear it on our date?”
“So much!”
“Good girl. Open your mouth.”
She did as told and I placed the smallest ben wa ball in her mouth. She sucked and licked it furiously, just as commanded. I was ecstatic. What a babe! I slid my fingers back up her dress and rubbed her clit and hole slowly and gently. She was practically dripping now when I took the ball from her mouth, bent her over, and pushed the toy inside. She moaned and shook a little when it went inside.
“What do you say when I get you a present?”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
The uber ride to the restaurant was almost comedically normal. I asked about her day at work while I ran my fingers up and down the back of her hand. Her voice stammered and shook. When we got to the restaurant, I checked in with her comfort level after we were seated. She was turned on, comfortable, and felt safe. It was time to play.
The first course came and the waitress left us. I took her chopsticks out of the packet, scraped them together to get rid of any splinters, and issued the first command of dinner.
“Put your hands on the table and open your mouth.”
She didn’t ask questions. I slipped the chopsticks, sideways, between her teeth and told her to bite down. I opened my own chopsticks and began to eat nibbles of my food and hers. She whimpered and exhaled, her face flushed. I wasn’t sure why, but this act of submission drove her wild.
“It’s delicious. You’re going to love it.”
A few moments later, and I let her eat.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The next course came. And the next. Whenever the waitress left, I’d whisper something truly filthy in her ear. Every time, she’d moan quietly with joy. She told me a few times that she was soaking wet and that there would be a puddle on her seat when she stood up. It drove me crazy. We ate the rest of our food with haste. We both wanted what came next.
# After the second date
Her dress came off seconds after we got in the door. I sat on the couch, stroking my cock and sipping wine, while she stood naked in front of me. She was gorgeous, and the little purple loop of silicone protruding from her pussy signified just how submissive she was willing to be.
“Turn around. I want to see how wet you got at dinner.”
I slipped the toy out of her. It was soaking wet and covered with her juices. I gave it back to her to clean with her mouth. She did, maintaining eye contact, while I continued to stroke my quickly stiffening dick. I took my hands off of my cock to show the rope of sticky precum that was dripping down from the head. She took the ball out of her mouth and leaned down to clean the fluid off of my cock. I grabbed her by the neck (not too hard) and whispered to her.
“Bad girl. You don’t stop sucking your toy unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m sorry. I promise to be a good girl!”
“Sorry isn’t enough. We have to train you better.”
I stood up, went to my dresser, and took out a length of new bondage rope. A few minutes later, and her hands and ankles were tied together behind her back. She could do nothing but open and close her mouth. I sighed with pleasure while I admired my work. A few weeks ago, this girl was a stranger. Now, she was on the floor of my apartment, panting, naked, and bound. I took the opportunity to give her ass a few hard slaps while my other hand gripped her neck. She squealed every time my hand made contact, a bright red handprint showing precisely where I’d punished her.
“Open your mouth.”
I stood over her while she kneeled helpless on the floor. I thrusted slow and shallow at first, reminding her to maintain eye contact the entire time. If she looked away, we’d start over. Her eyes never left mine as I thrusted deeper and deeper into her mouth, her spit covering her chin and tits as it dripped down in ropey strands. I was throbbing hard. This was heaven, but I made sure not to cum in her mouth. I had a lot more I wanted to do first.
I kneeled down with her on the floor and told her to suck my fingers. She did, just as hungrily as she sucked my cock. I pulled them out of her mouth and slipped them inside of her. Just as I did, she asked me maybe the best question a woman has ever asked while having sex.
“Can I show you how to make me squirt?”
I had never been with a squirter. It turned me on wildly, but I just never had the opportunity. Years of squirt filled porn instantly filled my head with all sorts of delicious fantasies. For a moment, she had me speechless.
“Good girl. Show Daddy how to make you squirt.”
A few minutes of listening, trying, failing, and trying again yielded the most fun sexual experience ever. A jet of clear liquid shot from her pussy as my fingers pulled out from inside of her. She moaned loudly as I watched the fibers of my carpet soak up the liquid. I think I was drooling at this point, I had almost completely checked out while I watched her writhe, still bound and on her knees.
“Daddy, I’m all tied up like this! I want to be fucked and I want to feel you cum inside of me. Please!”
Normally, you punish a sub for this kind of wanton begging. But I couldn’t. I needed to be inside of her. I was throbbing hard, my balls still pulsing from fucking her throat minutes prior. I quickly undid her ropes and threw her on the bed. I could have gotten fancy with positions, but I wanted to watch her cum. I mounted her in missionary, shoving the length of my cock inside of her. She howled when she felt me buried inside of her as deep as I could go.
I pumped slowly at first. She didn’t seem to react with more than some gentle moans. It was once I started to thrust hard and quick that the screaming started. I felt another jet of hot liquid spray against my throbbing shaft. She squealed with pleasure.
“What do you say when I make you squirt?”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
I’d like to pretend I wasn’t a tiny bit concerned with the state of my nice bedding, but what can I say, I’m a bit of a neat freak. I pushed thoughts of laundry out of my head and pumped at the same steady rhythm. The second orgasm came fast, accompanied by the same hot and wet sensation on my cock. And then the third. It was roughly at this point that I decided to stop pausing for thank yous. I pounded her tight pussy as hard and fast as I could, watching her gorgeous tits bounce so hard that they almost hit her on the chin.
It was around orgasm four that I felt her pussy tightening around me like a vice. Her fifth and final orgasm put me over the edge. With her legs wrapped around my lower back, I shot my load inside of her, moaning louder than I’ve ever moaned in my life. I felt the cum shoot out of me in hot bursts, my cock twitching inside of her as I filled up a condom with more cum than I’ve ever produced at once.
I stood up, gasping for breath, and flipped on the lights. She was laying in a puddle that covered a third of the bed, a mixture of sweat and squirt that was delicious to behold. She looked up at me in disbelief and shouted, throwing away all pretense of submission.
“You fucked my brains out, holy fucking shit!”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dqs5qr/mf_my_first_squirter_ddlg_experience_and_public
Great story man, lucky you