*(this is my first story ever, so constructive feedback is welcome ?)*
I was entering the hotel lobby at 8PM, as requested by Mister, happy to have kept to punctuality since that it sometimes difficult for me. Entering the hotel lobby is already making my heart beat faster since I am feeling a myriad of emotions meeting Mister for the first time. I am happy, scared, trepidatious, elated, apprehensive, coy and curious. Maybe I am wobbling a little on my legs since I am fully understanding the severity and realness of this situation. No longer is it chatting with an online mysterious person who I am a little in awe of, but actually inches and minutes away from seeing, touching, hearing, subjecting. It does things to my body and my mind. Very shy, insecure, unsure and hesitant all of a sudden, I still manage to scramble my brain for the room number and make my way to the elevator. The ride up is agonizingly slow as I start questioning my presence here.
*Is this actually a good idea? Am I crazy? Is this going too far? Do I really need to explore this? My mind is making me doubt the surety I felt when making this appointment*.
Since Mister will be very disappointed if I don’t show up and I will probably lose Mister forever, I power on through, I stomp down on those doubts and shut off my mind. *All will be well, all will be well.* This is the mantra going through my head to stop my internal monologue. I hear the ding of the elevator indicating my arrival on the right floor and my heart skips a beat. A couple of steps, a couple of heartbeats and I am actually going to meet Mister for the first time in my life. Happiness is coursing through me once again now that I’ve stomped down those doubts. My knees are still not as firm as I would have liked them to be, but firm enough to take those couple of steps to room number 405.
I take 3 steps to the left, passing by room number 401 on the left, 402 on the right. *Oh god, oh god, almost room 405*. I am now at room 403 on the left, 404 on the right. It feels like my heart will be beating out of my chest at this point. I finally arrive at door number 405 and feel the doubts coming back. I linger a little in front of the door, seconds pass, minutes probably, time is a concept foreign to me at this point. I stare at the number, 405. This is the room…
Only a single door separating me from Mister right now. What is he doing right now? Reading? Preparing? Sitting at the computer? Waiting for me? Or does he not care if I actually show up or not? Does he think I will bail? He already knows I’m a wild child and this behavior is to be expected. He has groomed me to want to serve him already though, so he knows it would take a lot of mental power to back down because it is now already in my nature to want to serve Mister, want to make him happy. I take a deep breath and look up, trying to not think of anything as I muster up the courage to actually knock on the door. I count to 5.
….1…..2…..3……4……5…
OK, I can do this! Also, I’ve been standing here for some time now and if people pass by, they might get suspicious, so it is really now or never. I knock on the door 3 times and anxiously await his arrival. My senses are heightened, I can hear every heartbeat, my ears are focused on what is going on behind that door. A swish of clothes, footsteps coming closer, my heart starts beating faster once again, the footsteps are just behind the door now. Do I bolt? *Oh god. Just keep still, all will be well.* The door opens and I freeze. Most people choose fight or flight in instances like this, but I always freeze. I am standing there, taking in Mister, his face, his hair, his eyes, his body, his shoulders, his arms, his hands, his abdomen, his bulge, his legs, his feet, his clothes. I stare into his eyes, still frozen, but Mister knows me already now.
He steps a little closer to me, bringing his arms behind me and whispers in my ear “Shhhhh, little girl. It’s nice to finally meet you”. Tingles erupt all over me from hearing his words, feeling his lips so close to my ear, his breath caressing my face, I am swooning from this much needed intimacy. He goes to the side and nudges my lower back a little to go in. I take a couple of steps inside, Mister closes the door behind us and comes to stand behind me. “How are you feeling, little girl?” He senses that I am in a child-like state now, I need reassurance, I need guidance, I need to be made comfortable to blossom into the little slut within.
Words escape me, I can only pant a little from Mister’s presence so close to me. It is a heady feeling, feeling his body heat permeating mine, his smell permeating my nostrils, his words caressing my ears, he is everything I’ve dreamt of and more. The need to fall to my knees and cry overtakes me a little but since I am still in freeze mode, I do not act upon it. I wait to once more hear Mister, sense his warmth. He does not disappoint, reassuring me already. “You are beautiful, little slut, just like I imagined you would be. Perfect for what I have planned for us. You’re curious, aren’t you? Little girl? To know what Mister has planned specifically for you? Knowing I took my time preparing this especially for you and me. You should be, little slut, I take care of my sluts to make sure they are fully satisfied. Knowing your lack of experience, little slut, I’m taking it easy on you, getting to know you, you getting to know me, learn my body, I’ll be learning all about yours. I’ve prepared a whisky for you and you will be downing it all in one. Do you understand, little one?” I still cannot speak or move and I just nod. Mister hands me the whiskey and I down it all in one, just as requested. “Good girl, little slut”. Just hearing Mister say that makes my heart soar…
“Now, I will need words, little slut. I need you to get comfortable with me, this will not work if you’re anxious. I need you comfortable, pliant and….submissive. Do you understand, little slut?”. I manage an “Mhm” while Mister’s hands are roaming over my body, getting acquainted with it but Mister is not satisfied with my small acknowledgement and stops roaming, he starts squeezing until the point of painful and tells me “I need you to do this properly, little slut” and I know exactly what Mister means, I immediately understand and quickly say “I’m sorry, Mister”. I almost start crying and want to fall to my knees because I’ve disappointed Mister already within 10 minutes of meeting. Maybe he’ll get rid of me now, I’m not a big enough slut. I will never live up to the sluts Mister is used to, I am a failure, a fraud, an anomaly in the sea of people more sure of themselves. But Mister is not giving up on me yet, he never does, he is my silent force, my rock, an immovable statue in the hurricane that is me. “It’s OK, little slut, you’re doing just fine” he reassures me and this calms my nerves a little.
He pours another glass of whiskey and says “You know what to do, I want proper words this time and after, we will go over our safety, understood, little one?” I do not make the same mistake twice. “Understood, Mister” and I down the glass of whiskey in one for the second time. I scrunch up my face a little because it’s really strong. Mister smiles a little at me now and that makes my heart happy, seeing a smile on that face, that beautiful face. I could lose myself in that face and those eyes, especially that smile.
“Sit down and go over your safe words” Mister commands in a steady voice and I don’t hesitate to comply, going over our safewords in my head. “Yellow is soft, to let you know I am not totally sure or comfortable but not a limit, I can still take it, Mister. Red is an actual safeword and you will cease all actions completely”. I look up at you wondering if that was good enough for you and I can see you are pleased. You are standing in front of me, stroking your finger on my cheek, I lean into it a little. You go around my neck, taking my hair with it to loosely fit it over one shoulder, all with that one finger, and it leaves a burning trail on my neck.
The need to close my eyes overtakes me, but you’re not having it, cupping my chin, arching my head upwards and telling me “Look at me, little slut, feast your eyes, take in every detail, every emotion, every ripple of muscle, every glance and every feature of my face”. I am blushing at this point, because I don’t feel as if I’ve deserved all this attention you’re giving me, I feel very self-conscious again and am feeling out of my depth here with you. Since you know me so well already, you can sense my hesitation and you bend down to whisper in my ear “Calm down, little one, calm down. You are here because you like me and I can assure you, I like you too, I like our conversations, I like your mind, I like your body, I even like your emotional rollercoaster rides so don’t be shy. I am here, I am real, I want you and I’ll have you, little slut”.
Hearing you say these words makes my pussy wet already. It is a phenomenal feeling to have the attention of someone you look up to and adore. Mister is the best at making me feel at ease, sensing my need for reassurance and coaxing out the little slut at the same time. He already knows what he’s doing to me, he senses I’m almost ready, so he says “Don’t be shy, little one, I’m all yours to touch, feel, I’m here for you, do remember, I’m all yours for tonight so feel me to your heart’s content”. This brings me out of my shell a little and I do indeed reach out my hands, to start stroking Mister’s thighs, going to his butt cheeks, this makes me laugh a little, but I’m happy, to finally be able to feel his butt cheeks, I go higher, up to his back, he’s looking down on me fondly.
I then roam my hands to the front, going up to his chest, stroking the nipples with my thumbs, looking into his eyes, and he sees my assurance now, he knows I’m ready, so he positions his hands at his belt and looks into my eyes to see if I’m OK still, but I am, so he opens his belt and the button of his pants, the rest is up to me. Stroking his chest, going down, roaming my fingers underneath his boxers, being a little cheeky even. Mister knows what I’m doing, so he grabs my hair close to the scalp and leans down, telling me “Felling too comfortable already, little slut? Think I should do something about that” as he pulls me up to my feet, but his eyes are still smiling, so I know he’s not too upset with my cheeky behavior.
He places me standing at the foot of the bed and orders “Strip”. I comply of course, being clinical in removing my clothes but he’s asking me to do it sensual, seduce him, and I love to make him happy. I’m listening to a song in my head as I’m giving him a little striptease and every facial feature showing me he’s liking it is fueling my need, my hunger, my desire for him. When I am fully naked, he tells me “Crawl to me, little one” and I get on all fours, crawling over to the bed, climbing on top of the bed, climbing to him. He undressed himself and positioned himself in the middle of the bed during my striptease and I am unsure whether he wants me to straddle him, sit sideways or what.
Ever the perceptive one, Mister orders me to “Enjoy, little slut, your body to touch, feel and lick to your heart’s desire for the next 10 minutes”. My heart flips a little, being given this small timeframe of freedom in which I can do nothing wrong, as I’m always so unsure. Therefore, I start kissing all over, first the left foot, going up, the ankle, shin, knee, thigh, moving over to the right foot, ankle, shin, knee, thigh. I am saving the cock for last as I want to take my time, I first want to kiss all over so I skip the cock and go to the abdomen, kissing up, up, kissing left nipple, right nipple and then, asking permission to kiss his face, he silently agrees, since these are my 10 minutes to soak up all of Mister, getting acquainted, he is giving me this present. I kiss his left cheek, his right, left eye, right, kissing his forehead, giving a small cuddle and then kissing his lips, he opens his mouth, allowing access to me, so I roam my tongue around his lips, he grabs the back of my head, telling me a deep kiss is OK, so I can finally feel what it’s like to kiss Mister.
I am ecstatic, I feel myself getting so wet, I feel the need for friction and I start roaming my hands, moving my legs. Mister lets go of my head and I can finally get to acquainting myself with Mister’s cock. I kiss his body again, down, down, down, until I am at his cock. I kiss his inner thigh with a small lick and keep going up, up, until the base of the ball, doing the same to the right side. I then look into his eyes, asking permission for his cock and he silently nods, so I start kissing his cock, from base to tip, you can see the elation on my face as I finally get to worship Mister’s cock, I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. I go down again and start lick-kissing the balls, sucking on the left one, then the right. I go up, lick-kissing his cock, taking the tip in my mouth. He moans a little from the feeling and it makes me feel so happy. I take him a little deeper, getting saliva going, fondling his balls with my left hand and stroking his chest with my right. I start some deepthroats and before you know it, Mister tells me “10 minutes are up, little slut, I hope you enjoyed, I will take the reins now”.
Mister sits up and puts a hand to my face, going down, stroking and cupping my tits, pinching my nipple, he says “time for me to get acquainted with your body now, little slut, find out what turns you on, find out what sounds you make, find out how good you’ll feel around my cock little slut”. So he keeps roaming my naked body, laying me down on the bed, sucking my nipples, roaming lower, stroking my inner thighs, and stroking my pussy. I gasp a little when he takes a finger and goes over my slit, he can feel it’s wet already. “Naughty little slut, aren’t you? Are you ready for a cock already, filling up that pussy, is that what you want? What you need?” He starts entering my wet pussy with his finger, telling me “So wet already, my little whore, makes my job all the easier”. I gasp from his entry and cannot deny that I am desperate for him to fill me up already. He starts kneading my breasts and takes my left leg, curling his arm under, lifting it up. He slaps my pussy once and fingerfucks it, making me so wet, it’s very visible how turned on I am. “How much do you need it already, little slut?” and I whimper a little. He’s not having that and he slaps my pussy very hard. “Answer me, slut”.
So I open my eyes completely, taken aback from that small punishment while I beg “I really need it already Sir, please?”. And he nods in silent confirmation that I did well, all is forgiven. He stops a little here and his hand curls around my neck, telling me “ready for that bare fucking, little whore?” and I close up a little, scared of the bare part, I’m fully awake now and he can sense it, this does not make him happy. He turn me around on all fours and start spanking my ass.
“Still scared, little slut?” *spank*
“You knew what would happen” *spank*
“You know I only fuck raw” *spank*
“What did you expect, little slut?” * spank*
“For me to change this for you?” *spank*
“Because you are special?” *spank*
“We know you’re not” *spank*
“I will feel you raw, little slut” *spank*
“and you will beg me to” *spank*
“and you will thank me” *spank*
“Are we clear, little slut?” *spank*
He pauses, waiting for my answer and I say “OK Mister, I’m sorry Mister, are you sure it’s safe, Mister?” and he whispers in my ear “I am safe little one, don’t worry” and all the anxiety leaves my body, I am fully ready to be his in every way possible. “Thank you so much, Mister, you are the best” I whisper. So he spanks me again and tells me “this amount of faith in me has consequences little one, you will count to 10” as he starts spanking me 10 times, alternating between butt cheeks.
He grabs me by the back of the head now, so I come up and his hand curls around my throat, pressuring it a little, “So what do you say now, little whore?” and I immediately know what he wants, what he needs me to say “I would love to feel your cock in my pussy, Mister, please fuck me, please use me, please let me make you happy” and he puts 2 fingers in my pussy and asks me “How do you want me to fuck you, slut?” and I know what he means, but I don’t answer him yet. He grabs my chin forcefully so I look up at him a little. “Do you want protection, little slut? Or do you want to feel my cock bare, skin to skin, so I can feel how well your pussy fits around my cock” He feels me flooding from that last statement and tells me “You need to say it, whore, or I won’t give you what you need”. I am getting scared now that he really is going to leave me a quivering mess, so I tell him “please fuck me bare, Mister, I want to feel your cock bare in my pussy”. “That’s right, little whore, don’t deny yourself what you want, that’s what I’m here for, to let you give in to your desires and give you what you need, OK?” “OK, Mister”.
And as I answer, he’s already filling my pussy with his cock, it feels perfect, I feel complete, I feel happy, I feel fulfilled. His statement only adds to my feeling “Your pussy feels perfect around my cock, little slut, the perfect taste to add to my variety, strawberry” and he kisses me a little on the cheek. He starts fucking me now, slowly in and slowly out, but I’m so wet, and it’s been such a long time coming that we both need the release, so he really starts fucking me properly now, going for a steady rhythm, sometimes spanking my ass, I moan and he grunts. He stops at some point and tells me to ride him a little in doggy style. “Take what you need, little whore”. And I do, I really start back and forth, riding his cock doggy style until he’s satisfied and takes over “That was good, little slut, let me take over now and fill up that womb”. Hearing him say that gave me a mini orgasm and he knows, he knows I am on the edge. So he circles his arm around me and opens my legs a little more for easy clit access, he spanks my clit and then circles, spanks and circles, until I’m almost there and he starts rubbing it, fucking me hard from behind but he needs to hear me say it, before he give me release.
“So, tell me now, little slut, whose slut are you?”
“Yours, Mister, all yours”
“And whose toy are you?”
“Your toy, Mister, your toy to play with and fuck as you wish, Mister”
“And how does that make you feel?”
“So happy, Mister, I live to be your toy, your slut, your whore”
“Do you think you deserve release, little whore? Feel my cum in your pussy”
“Please, Mister, I do, I think so, please Mister, I would love to feel your cum in my pussy”
“OK, slut” and he goes full out now, fucking me hard until he feels me clench and I cry out, my legs spasm, my pussy fully contracting, I am on a full orgasm now and it takes half a minute of cumming before he’s able to get back to a steady rhythm, but he does and the feeling is sensational, I keep on cumming, and he keeps on fucking me, it takes several minutes of feeling my pussy squeezing his cock for him to not be able to hold on any longer and he fills me up with the most exquisite load of cum in my pussy. I can’t suppress a smile, because I’m so happy he filled me up. I secretly, not so secretly have been craving his cum in my pussy for a long time already. We both fall down and he just stays in my pussy a little while longer, pushing in and out a little while longer, prolonging my orgasm bliss. “Well done, little slut” he says, and my heart bursts with happiness.
Mister is happy with me, with my pussy and with the flavor I provide. We stay like that for 20-30 minutes, while Mister is indulging me with another one of his adrenaline stories. I love hearing Mister speak, hear his voice, his stories, all about his life. After that, Mister tells me “Let’s get you in some clothes, little one” as he takes my clothes and tells me that I can choose to shower or not and I do decide to take a small shower, I put on my clothes and Mister is sitting in a chair already. He lets me sit on his lap and tells me all about what a good girl I’ve been, getting over my fears. I feel so happy now. As he pats my ass when I’m leaving he tells me “until next time, little slut” and that is all the reassurance I need that I am now one of the flavors added to the variety.
As I walk away from the hotel I imagine what Mister might be doing. Maybe he’ll have another slut over, or a prostitute, to wash away the emotional ride that my first time brought with, I know he took it easy on me, break me in a little. I love him for it, taking account of my needs. I’m smiling a little to myself that he’s probably fucking a real slut right now, to get rid of the soft, having some hard, just like people take a shower to get rid of filth. And as I’m thinking that, the insecurity pops up again: why does Mister invest so much time in me? He can have all the sluts he wants? And just like that, my happiness bubble has deflated again. But just then, Mister sends me a text “night, little slut” and all is forgotten. My happiness bubble is back, because I am one of Mister’s flavors now, so I can go home with a smile on my face.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ll2zt0/first_time_with_mister_mf