[MF] Sarah had Never Been Treated Properly

When I was in the service I popped back to my hometown when I could. Mainly because it kept my mother sane and there was a massage school that offered twenty dollar massages.

With about six months left in the military I went home on a four day pass and received a massage from a student named Sarah. After getting down to my boxers she noticed one of my tattoos and awkwardly blurted out “Oh my boyfriend just joined the Army!” We exchanged small talk and it turned out that her boyfriend had enlisted into my job and was stationed at my post.

At the age of 25 I wasn’t an old hand, but I’d been deployed and knew the Army. I offered her my Facebook information and told her to pass it along to her boyfriend. I figured I could buy the kid a soda pop and try to give him some sage wisdom. I received a friend request from her, but never him and soon found out why.

Sarah had a common dilemma on her hands. The boy was giving her the runaround. A lot of young soldiers will tell their partners that their phones are confiscated, or they’re on lock down. Most of the time it is a load of bullshit. A lie to get a break or some independence.

I tried to advise Sarah as best I could, but not wanting to be that guy that torpedoes another soldiers’s relationship I let the conversation die when I felt my savior complex kicking in.

It stayed dead for about eight months. I was out and had moved to where I was about two hours away from Sarah. In that time frame we had both endured horrendous break ups. Her man eventually confessed to cheating and I kicked an abusive ex to the curb.

There was a short story by Salman Rushdie on the scream when the Facebook notification popped up.

“Hey! Hows life? lol”

We caught up, and unfettered by moral restrictions I told her I was coming down the next and wanted the privilege of taking her to dinner. She was only six months past eighteen, but I was not looking for love, just pretty company.

I picked her up at her house, thankfully her parents were both at work. Sarah was short, five-two in converse, but had an athletic build. She had done track and field in high school, and loved the beach. Her skin showed her love of the sun, to the point where it made her ethnicity ambiguous. She kept her frizzy hair tied back, which showed off the few freckles that trailed off her cheeks.

Sarah was casual in her converse classics, jeans, and giant loose sweater. Low-strung was what I needed. We went to Carrabbas, she was a vegetarian and I figured that a safe bet.

Everything was smooth until the check came. She started crying and I felt that swell of dread rolling through me.

“Its just…no one has never taken me on a date and paid before.”

I sat stunned for a moment, sixty dollars was nothing for me, and to this girl it meant the world.

“Well, you deserve it. Its bullshit that boys have treated you that way, no one warrants it.”

She smiled and sheepishly wiped her eyes.

“The perks of not wearing make up.” She mumbled, before we both let out an awkward laugh. Sarah had a natural radiance about her that seemed to emanate from her green eyes.

We pulled into the driveway and I was undecided on how to proceed. She was everything I wanted, but I was not equipped to deal with any sort of…”Has a girl ever swallowed your cum on the first date?”

“Sarah…I have a wild side and I try to keep it under wraps as long as I can when it comes to dating.”

I started tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

“So that is a yes?”

“Sarah.”

She reached over and starting unbuttoning my jeans, as soon as the zipper was down she reached into my boxers and adjusted my cock so it was not bent uncomfortably.

“Yes or no…Daddy.”

I gripped the steering wheel with both hands and started wringing it. I thought I had been careful, that I hadn’t given any clues to my kinks or desires. She could have played it safe, and gone with sir, or master. Hell for all she knew I didn’t even like being dominant, but Sarah had seen me for who I was.

“No, actually. I’ve done some crazy shit in my life, but no. A girl has never swallowed me on the first date.”

Sarah laughed with confidence, and pulling my cock completely out she lightly smacked it against her cheek, as she looked up.

“Daddy…is there anything I should know about?”

A get out of jail free card if I wanted one.

“I cum a lot,” I stammered, “volume-wise. It is usually a deal breaker, so we can do this some other time.”

She tapped my cock against her cheek some more before sticking her tongue out to lightly lick up the precum. Sarah smacked her lips.

“You taste better than the tiramisu.” Before I could reply the tip of my cock was in her throat and spit was running out of the corners of her mouth. Sarah held herself there before coming up, a trail of drool still connecting her mouth to my cock. Her thumb went up and down on the underside of my head, slick with her spit. Sarah was being practical, but could see I was unsettled.

Without wiping away the drool trail she came up to eye-level.

“This is what I want. Let it happen, and we can figure out the rest in the morning.”

I nodded. She leaned back down, her mouth enclosed around my head as her hand shifted to shaft in slow, steady, strokes. Sarah had everything slick with her saliva as she pumped her mouth and hand up and down in unison.

“Swallow it all for Daddy” I felt emboldened by her lust.

Sarah groaned acknowledgement and I felt the vibration reverberate throughout my groin. My cum was rising, and she knew it. Her speed slowed just enough to make sure I was comfortable. Steady pressure built, and built, but I could not contain myself any more.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” I warned. Sarah released her hand and started slamming me down her throat. Rope after rope of my cum shot straight into her and didn’t stop when she slowly pulled herself off of me.

Looking up at me she started to gag, and spat a thick stream into one hand while the other milked my cock. She coughed, and her eyes watered. Not enough to prevent her from licking the last drop of cum oozing out of me. Sarah sat up in the passenger seat. I started to frantically look for napkins.

“I’m so sorry, I knew we shouldn’t have done this…”

“Daddy.”

“Sarah, come on I’m sorry. I always cum so much.”

“Daddy…look.”

Sarah held up her cupped hand, a puddle of her spit and my cum. She tilted her head back, and poured it in her mouth. Sarah swished us around and blew some bubbles, before swallowing it all.

“I enjoyed sharing two new experiences with you tonight Daddy. Talk to you in the morning.”

Sarah leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and got out of the car.

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