I met a man online with whom i exchanged a BDSM checklist. It had started out as just talk, but before the pandemic, I crossed international borders to meet up with him in Minneapolis.
For him, it obviously wasn’t talk. I had just arrived to my hotel room when I saw a DM from him.
“Bra and panties only. The black set. See you in ten.”
I was a little jetlagged, but excited so I quickly stripped off my traveling clothes and did as directed, putting on a specific pair of black panties I had bought just for this trip.
Ten minutes passed and then fifteen. At first was growing more excited at what he would do when he got there. I had told him things that still made me shiver at the thought that he knew just what a slut I was under the thin veneer of that straight-laced 23 year old brunette workaholic. I had only been with two men total and those only a handful of times. Never had I thought myself capable of meeting a stranger and letting him use my body like he had swore to do to me.
As the time drew ever longer, I began to wonder if coming was a mistake. I didn’t even know this guy really.
After 25 minutes, I got another DM.
“Put a sundress over what you have on and come to stall 47 in the underground parking. 3rd level. This is waiting.”
The message was accompanied by a photo of a cock I had seen before. It was exposed through the front of his pants and I could see the bottom of his steering wheel in the shot, so I dug through my suitcase and found the sundress I had been ordered to bring along. I didn’t ordinarily wear pastels as I found that my extremely pale skin, dark hair and eyes were better complemented by more dramatic shades, though I was excited enough in the moment not to think about it. My svelte body wore the simple garment well, and a pair of ties met over each shoulder to hold the dress up. I wondered if he would appreciate the ease of access afforded by the top of the knee-length, or of the excellent view of my cleavage in a dress that was likely a size too small across my chest.
Soon enough the sound of my black pumps with the metal studs around the platforms echoes through the garage. I found stall 47 and there was an empty car.
I felt a little disappointed. I had imagined him ready and waiting to force his dick down my throat to prove my willingness to serve him before he went so far as the lift.
I turned and heard his voice from behind me. He had been watching from a pillar just down the way to see what I would do.
“I’m disappointed. I thought a slut like you could sniff out a hard cock within 50 yards.”
Slowly I turned. He was 6′ tall. White, well dressed in black dress pants and a white shirt buttoned to all but the top two. His dark hair gleamed in the cheap lights and I felt a rush to the apex of my thighs that typically his voice brought. We had engaged in enough phone sex that I was already conditioned to respond, except unlike Pavlov’s dog, it was my pussy that got wet at a certain sound moreso than my mouth.
I walked slowly towards him. At a distance of about 10′, he told me to stop. He looked me over slowly from head to toe. No expression gave away his thoughts on what was on offer.
Eventually he said, “Come,” his tone firm and clear in the empty parkade.
I walked towards him again and he drew me into a passionate kiss. With the platform on my heels I stood only a couple of inches shorter than him.
When the kiss broke he wiped his mouth with his hand. “I believe there is something else you ought to kiss…”
I licked my lips and sunk to my knees. The cement was hard beneath them, but once in position I could see that the front of his pants were still open.
Belatedly it hit me that we were close enough to the roadway, and oriented for anyone to see what I was about to do. “Are you sure I should do this here?” I asked hesitantly. “Wouldn’t you –”
He reached out and gave my face a slap. It didn’t hurt but it did get my attention. “Did I tell you to suck my cock or to think? Because I don’t give a fuck what’s in your head other than my dick. Now show me just how hungry you are for cock.”
I swallowed hard and, hands shaking, began to work at the front of his trousers to fish his member out. It was only half hard.
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly, his hand stroking the long hair which cascaded down the side of my face. “Now put it in your mouth.”
Tbc
(More to follow if there’s interest)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/kclyfw/wandering_slut_chronicles_part_1_mf_bdsm_exh
I am interested.
More, please!