It was the perfect date. From the moment he pulled up to pick me up and I watched his eyes brighten when he saw me in my sundress. The kind of date where time simultaneously flew by and stood still. We ended up closing the place out and the server had to ask us to leave. Every word electric and every seemingly innocent touch leaving me lightheaded. The smirk you gave when I brushed my heel along your calf. My shudder when you brushed your long fingers across my bare arm. All of the hurried glances at my smooth legs, long hair, and my breasts, no doubt trying to determine if I’m wearing a bra or not. I’m not.
I’ve snuck my share of looks as well. The rolled up sleeves revealing brawny forearms, the shirt straining to span your shoulders, a tantalizing imprint against your thigh when you bend to sit down. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a first date and even longer since I had one this exhilarating.
Already anticipating our next date, you lead me out to your car with your hand riding low on my back. Inside your car the tension is almost suffocating, making me so deliciously aware of how small I am compared to you. I’m not wary though, you’ve been the perfect gentleman all night leaving me feeling at ease and safe with you.
All too soon we’re back at my place. I’ve toyed with the idea of inviting you in all night but it’s just too soon. Not on our first date. I turn smiling up at you and cover your hand with my much smaller one, “I had the best night with you.”
“So did I but I’d like to walk you to your door and make sure you’re safe inside before leaving,” you respond in your smooth, deep voice.
You come to my side and open my door, helping me out and spanning your hand across my naked shoulder blades this time. I shiver and not from the cold. Reaching my front door, I say “Let’s do this again soon.”
Looking up at your silence, I find you staring at my mouth and my heart skips a beat. And then your kissing me and the whole world has fallen away. There are no thoughts, only sensation. Your firm lips brushing against mine hypnotically, making me moan into your kiss. The tingling at the tips of my breasts rubbing against your chest, the molten rush of warmth between my thighs, the sizable hard bulge low against my navel, the heavy warmth of your hand sliding up my back to grasp my hair then the sharp tug of that hand yanking my head back, extending my neck to the cool night and your dark gaze as you pull slightly away. Breathing heavy, I open my eyes and try to come back down. You smirk down unfazed , “Let’s get you inside now.”
Dazed, I watch you brazenly search my purse for my key then unlocking the door and pushing it ajar for me to enter. Softly kissing my forehead goodbye, I turn to walk inside.
Something slams into me from behind and I feel myself careening forward into my foyer. Stunned, I turn over and see you standing over me with an unfamiliar expression.
“Wha- What are you doing?”
You slowly press forward and close the door behind you, turning the locks without taking your gaze from me.
I frantically slide backwards across the floor and your smile is unpleasant this time.
Lunging forward, you plant your legs on either side of me reaching down and capturing my flailing arms in one hand and flip me onto my front. Straddling me now, you quickly unfasten your belt with the other and my heart turns cold. Securing my arms behind my back, you bind them tightly together at the wrists.
“Please don’t do this.”
Ignoring my protests, you hike my dress up to my hips, sneering at my white cotton panties.
“You really weren’t expecting to be fucked tonight, where you?”
Running you hands up my legs to my inner thighs, you pause and look at me.
“I’ll make you an offer, if I don’t find you wet then I’ll leave and you’ll never hear from me again. If you are wet then I stay.”
Before I can respond, you cup my sex, trailing a finger down the crease and I can barely muster a whimper.
“I can feel how swollen and wet you already are through these panties. Such a sweet little whore.”
Peeling off my panties, you run your hands back up my legs, roughly forcing my thighs widely apart. Your hand returns, fingers teasing but not entering. Pressing my clit down with your thumb, you slide one finger inside and I’m gone. Writhing and moaning, whimpering and bucking my hips for more. With one deft twist of that finger, I come hard. And fast. So fast. I can feel my legs trembling and my breath unsteady and barely register what you’re saying.
Hearing your zipper clears some of the fog and I hold my breath while you pull your cock out. Veiny, thick, and pink. You’re large and that gives me more than a little trepidation. I watch as your hand comes to fist it and am enraptured by how your biceps rhythmically flex in time with your movements, how your stomach tenses and the veins in your neck is starting to show. You’re mouthwatering and all I can think of is how much I need to taste your cock.
Watching me watch you, you stop and haul me up to my feet, dragging me to the bedroom. There I’m thrown onto the bed then arranged so that my head hangs off the side. Silver flashes in my peripheral and my dress torn and balled up on the floor.
“I’ve been staring at these pretty little tits all night. Now I’ll watch them bounce.”
Forcing my mouth open with one thumb on my chin you guide your cockhead to my lips, running it across them, coating them with your precum.
“You’re going to take all of me tonight.”
I open my mouth as wide as I can without your prompt and you slowly slide in. Tears form and I know I won’t be able to take all of you, I’m fighting my gag as best I can and you’re only halfway. Still you push and I feel your fingers stroking my throat as it visibly extends from your cock. Fully seated you grasp my jawline with both hands and begin to pump. You pick up speed and soon all I can do is try to remember how to breath through my nose. Tears are streaming down my temples, wetting my hair for what seems like the longest minutes of my life when I feel you tense then spasm and feel white hot spurts shooting against my throat. My throat convulsing and working to swallow all of you down, milking your cock as you come.
After I’ve taken every last drop, you slowly withdraw, wiping your cock across my lips one last time. Remaining quiet, you flip me over and unbind my hands. I silently watch you straighten your clothes and put your belt back on, saddened over the fact that you’re leaving.
“You haven’t earned the right to be fucked by my cock yet but you will. Until next time.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k18uik/our_23f_first_date_with_a_not_so_happy_ending