Walking into my favorite, cozy little lounge off of the strip, I’m aware that this could end very badly for me. There’s always a risk when meeting someone off of the internet, no matter the connection you have with them. But meeting Milo in person doesn’t feel like a choice I’ve made, it feels like fate. It feels like meeting him is something my ancestors put into motion generations ago.
So, here I am, wearing my favorite little black dress, relaxing on a red velvet couch, trying not to look nervous. I’m not wearing anything underneath my dress, as instructed. It feels like everyone around me knows my little secret, and knows what I’m doing here. I am equal parts terrified and aroused.
Soon after I get settled and order a drink, I see him come in. He finds me quickly, and the way his face brightens when he sees me gives me butterflies. We hug, and he sits down next to me with his arm around me. Milo has a confidence that is disarming, not arrogant. He’s one of those people that really makes you feel seen when you’re with him. Like you’re his sole focus.
“That dress,” he growls, taking me in, “mmm, I could take you right here, little one.”
My cheeks flush and I giggle, looking down and playing with the hem of my dress. He tilts my chin up with his fingers and turns my face towards his. His gaze on me makes my heart race, it’s like he’s trying to decide what to do to me first. When he runs his thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down just a little, I let out a barely audible whimper.
I wasn’t prepared for Milo to smell so intoxicating, or for him to touch me like he’s known my body for years.
Milo laughs, then says with his voice low, “Aww, I’m making little Alessia blush. I bet you just got a little wetter, didn’t you?”
In that moment, I know I won’t have the strength to say no to anything he asks of me. The need to please him is overwhelming. I nod, and my cheeks flush so hard they burn. Milo is calm and unflustered, easily getting the reaction he wants out of me.
“That’s a good girl,” he says, knowing how that phrase makes me weak, “now, how about we move this to my room?”
Before I even have time to process, I’m biting my lip and nodding obediently, and Milo is taking my hand. He’s staying in the hotel the lounge is attached to, so we’re just an elevator ride away from his room. When I stand and start walking, I feel my wetness coating my inner thighs.
The anticipation of what’s about to happen creates some delicious tension on the elevator, and by the time we’re in Milo’s room, I can hardly breathe. We’ve been talking online for about a year now, and it’s much easier to be confident and forward over chat. In person, I’m less sensual goddess and more timid amateur.
He sits down in an oversized armchair and gives me a knowing smirk, and for a split second I fear he can hear my thoughts or something. Standing across from him, I really take him in – his dark gray button-down with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, his tailored black pants that fit him just right, and his leather belt that I’m sure has touched the skin of other women he’s dominated. His eyes are dark and focused, but there is a softness hidden behind them, too. We sit in this electric silence for a moment, and then he gestures for me to come to him with his finger.
I lift up the skirt of my dress and climb onto his lap facing him, resting my arms around his neck. With his eyes locked on mine, Milo slowly pulls down the straps of my dress one by one, then pulls the top down, exposing my breasts barely an inch from his face. His breath on my skin is divine, commanding my focus, so I don’t even notice his hand in my hair until he carefully pulls my head back. He kisses my exposed neck, making his way down to my collarbone, continuing downward.
“You’re so good at following directions, my dirty girl,” he praises, and a low, fevered groan escapes my throat before I can stop it.
Milo continues kissing me, taking my breasts in his hands and dragging his tongue over each nipple until I’m squirming and making little noises. I can’t think straight anymore, I’m consumed with desire, imagining his tongue and fingers penetrating me…imagining him taking me.
He slips one of his hands between my legs, feeling the wetness that’s spread to cover my inner thighs, and groans approvingly as he licks it off of his fingers.
“I want you to take off that dress and get on your knees for me,” Milo whispers.
“Anything for you, sir,” I gush, climbing off his lap and happily wiggling out of my dress.
On my knees, I watch him slowly undress, standing over me. He positions himself just inches from my face and tenderly strokes it before gently parting my lips with his fingers. When the head of his cock slides past my lips, my desire takes over, and I hungrily take him into my mouth, needing to please him, needing to take it all. My tongue strokes him as he pumps in and out of my mouth, his hands buried in my hair. Milo moans, then launches into a filthy string of encouraging words.
“Mmmmmm that’s my good girl…you take it so good…that’s right…you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he growls, his breath hitching as I do my very best to please him.
Hearing him talk to me this way in person has me absolutely dripping. For a moment, I wonder if it’s possible to have an orgasm from just his words and the fact that I have his dick in my mouth. Every moan makes my clit throb, but I focus on pleasing sir. I know he wouldn’t be happy with me if I came without permission.
Milo pushes himself into my mouth harder now, and I feel him start to twitch as his hands grab my hair, guiding my pace and how deeply I take him into my throat. I look up at him, and he watches his cock slide in and out of my mouth before groaning that he’s about to cum.
Soon, his thighs are tensing and his hands grip tighter as he grows louder, and then I feel his warm cum slide down my throat. I swallow eagerly as his moans sound more urgent, more animalistic.
When he slides out of my mouth, he touches my face again and says between labored breaths, “That was amazing, princess. Now I want to play with you. Get on the bed for me.”
“Yes, sir!” I answer, laying on the bed with every nerve in my body alert.
I have never been so wet, so completely aroused, so hungry for a person’s body on mine. I’m tingling wondering what sir is going to do to me, my chest rising and falling dramatically as I struggle to keep my composure. He lays down next to me, facing me on his side as I lay flat on my back, and places a hand on my soft tummy.
“You will ask permission before cumming, understood, babygirl?” He warns, his hand moving downward.
“Yes sir, I understand.”
Milo leans in and kisses me deeply as his hand slips between my thighs and spreads me open, focusing on my swollen, aching clit. When his finger first touches it, I let out a desperate moan, muffled by his tongue in my mouth. My hips buck to meet his fingers, so badly wanting more, and he responds by rubbing delicious, blissful circles into my most sensitive spot. I grind into his hand, moaning his name and grabbing onto him.
“Please, sir,” I pant, “you make me feel so good. May I cum?”
With a dark smile, he answers, “not yet, babygirl, I’m enjoying seeing you in this state.”
I whimper, and Milo continues fingering me, knowing just how to touch me to make me moan.
“I know, babygirl. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so well,” he whispers, his lips touching my ear as he speaks.
“So…so good,” I breathe, “can I cum now, sir? Please?”
“Not yet, little one. I want to taste you first,” he responds, “Now, I’m going to lay down, and you’re going to sit on my face so you can cum on my tongue. How does that sound?”
“I, uh…,” I blush, “that sounds amazing.”
I carefully position myself over his handsome face, my thick thighs on either side of his head. His hands are on my thighs and ass, and when he senses me hesitating, Milo pulls me down and immediately starts licking me. The moan I let out is primal, the sound of my body completely surrendering to his. I can’t help but to grind into his face, steadying myself on the headboard. My legs start to tremble, and he moves his focus to my clit, making me dizzy with pleasure. When he slides a finger inside me, I explode into an orgasm.
I moan and pant and whimper, grinding into his face and riding his tongue as waves of pleasure hit me hard. My thighs shake dramatically, but Milo’s hands on them hold me in place.
“You did not have my permission to cum,” he says sternly after my orgasm recedes.
“I know, I’m so sorry sir, you just felt so good!” I whine as he moves me off of him and gets up.
“On your hands and knees, ass towards me, dirty girl.”
I get into position as instructed, and Milo corrects me a bit – pushing my head lower which in turn pushes my ass up, spreading my legs a bit wider. I can still feel my walls pulsing from the incredible orgasm I just had, and I want more. When he runs his hand over my back and caresses my soft skin, I accidentally let out a little moan. He stops and smirks before continuing. I feel his fingers graze my hips and reach down, slowly slipping them inside me again. Still throbbing, I squeeze his fingers as I moan again.
“Please sir, you feel so good, I need to cum again,” I beg, working my hips as his fingers penetrate me over and over, “that…feels…amazing…”
Milo stops suddenly, and with his hand covered in my juices, smacks my ass hard. My skin stings, but feeling him take control in such a physical way only makes me even wetter.
“Mmmmmm…harder please, sir.”
His hand comes down again, even harder. His smack reverberates through me, pleasing me with pain.
“Yes, harder!”
He chuckles to himself before winding up and delivering a loud, powerful smack on my reddening ass that shakes my body. Then, he grabs onto my hips and slides his dick into me from behind, thrusting hard and fast. Being suddenly filled by sir is absolute bliss, and my walls squeeze him tight as I fight the urge to orgasm again.
“Cum for me, princess,” Milo growls.
Before he even finishes his sentence, my pussy is convulsing on his dick, my arms and legs shaking. He slams himself into me over and over, fingers digging into my flesh.
“That’s my…” he grunts, his breath hitching, “good…mmmmm…good girl. You’re so fucking tight!”
He keeps thrusting, and I quickly feel another orgasm building. I’m hyper aware of the sensation of his hard cock, covered in my wetness, sliding in and out of me, the head of his dick massaging me inside, his body driving him into me. My clit throbs and my pussy walls squeeze him, and euphoria builds deep inside me, warm and powerful. I feel it in my back and my hips, in my fingers and my breasts, and I feel it so intensely between my legs I want to scream as loud as my lungs will allow. But of course, we’re in a hotel – I can’t do that.
Milo can tell I’m getting worked up and encourages me, “You’re taking it so well, babygirl. Let me feel you cum again.”
His words and that voice are as powerful to me as my favorite vibrator, and instantly I’m cumming again, moaning and gripping the bed. I push myself back into him, wanting him as deep inside me as possible. Enjoying my reactions and how my body responds to him, Milo growls that he’s cumming too.
We thrust into each other as our orgasms wind down, our pace slowing to a sensual grind, and I feel him start to drip out of me. His hands run over my body, extending my pleasure and making me feel so completely taken by him.
“My god, little one,” he says into my ear, planting kisses on my neck, “you feel so fucking good.”
“That was incredible, sir.”
We clean each other up and get into bed, and Milo holds me in his arms. He kisses me so tenderly, I can’t believe it’s the same person who just railed me from behind, but I love it. As he falls asleep, I find myself staring at him in awe, not ever wanting to leave this spot. Still, just minutes later, my mind drifts to what I can do to make him spank me like that again.
When I’m sure Milo is fast asleep, I rip the blanket off of us and straddle him, whining at him to wake up and make me cum again.
“You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into, my little slut,” he says in a low voice.
I can’t fucking wait to find out.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xvx95b/meeting_milo_my_online_dom_fm_mdom_femsub