[FM] Not the usual kind of “blind date”

A few months ago, I received a random message online from someone. He claimed to know me from years before, but he had used a fake profile name and must’ve known that trying to figure out who he was would drive me insane. If he really was someone who I had been with in the past, as he claimed, then it shouldn’t have been too difficult to figure it out.

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Except for the fact that I’ve been with a lot of men, and was fairly certain that it was someone close to me, just messing with me and having a little laugh to themselves. As it turned out, I was wrong about that guess, he really was someone who I hadn’t seen in years, and he really had been someone I had fucked, but someone I never would have thought would ever attempt to reconnect with me.

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Even after a few months passed as the two of us usually spoke to one another on late nights, I only thought I was fairly certain about who he was, after the occasional late-night conversations while I was lying in bed at home, getting stoned or just bored with the TV. Most girls might’ve hit the block button, since it honestly creeped me out a bit, after receiving what I had first thought might be just one of my ex’s drunk texting me anonymously, but I’m a bit twisted, and I liked the excitement and the attention. I figured it might pass after a while, but it was fun, playing along with his little game, so I figured I’d see where it went.

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During those months, I never saw his face or heard his voice. I was as certain as I could be that he didn’t live in the same town, or possibly even the same state as me, since I didn’t think I had ever slept with any man who would pull this sort of a stunt without getting me back in bed at the soonest available opportunity.

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He had made requests of me, and they weren’t only of a sexual nature. At first he just wanted me to tell him about myself, intimate things, and I didn’t really mind sharing with him, even if he was a complete stranger. I had been with women in the past, but I was entirely certain that my mysterious messenger was a man.

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One of the things he had said to me was, “You were responsible for awakening something within me. Something that was both good and bad. Both Morally dark, and ethically gray, so I only wish to thank you for that, you sweet, wonderful woman.”

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There were so many things he could have meant by that, but the one I thought was most likely, what I confirmed once his “requests” began to take a certain, undeniable shape, was that I had made him more dominant as a sexual partner. During sex, there’s nothing I love more than when a partner takes control. I love making love as much as the next woman, but there’s some primal desire within me that makes everything feel so much better when I’m being dominated, controlled, guided, and even made to beg for more of it. It is something that never ceases to satisfy me so long as my partner knows what he or she is doing, and has a pretty good idea what they make me feel, both in terms of the sensations coursing through my body as well as the thoughts tumbling around my mind.

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The uncertainty had been torturous these past few months as I tried to discover his true identity, so when he told me a few days ago that he would be in the area and wanted to see me, my heart began to thud in my chest. I had grown addicted to the mystery and thought that knowing for certain would ruin everything. Like I said, I’m a bit twisted, and I began to love his little requests. I mean, a mysterious stranger claims that we’ve already been intimate, and knew rather intimate things about my body, like the mole on my left thigh a couple inches from my vagina. So, he either remembered me well, or had some old pictures, and that certainly hadn’t stopped him from asking for more. I obliged most of his specific requests, because he had clearly already seen all of me that there was to see, physically at least; so I didn’t really have a real reason to start being shy all of the sudden. Plus, I liked the attention he was giving me.

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Still, I wanted to know for certain, and I wanted to fuck him, more specifically, I wanted him to fuck me, hard, like he said he would if we ever met again. When he told me where to meet him, at a motel in the town that I lived, he had told me to come alone. It freaked me out a little, but I had my fingers crossed that I wasn’t going to turn out to be some evil prick’s victim, so, of course, I agreed and didn’t tell him that I was going to bring along a friend that would wait in the car for me and would either wait for me to call her and tell her that I was alright, or she would call me, and if she couldn’t get a hold of me, then she would call the cops and come in swinging a baseball bat just to be safe. I thought it was a pretty solid back-up plan if he turned out to be a sketchy dude.

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When I walked into the motel room that he had told me we would meet in, I discovered that he wasn’t there. Instead, there was a note on the bed, and three items: a blindfold, a cellphone, and a vibrator.

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I felt both relief and an excitement that I don’t believe I’ve felt in a long time. I read the note, a request as it turned out, and it seemed that he also wasn’t ready to give up on the mystery yet either. Now, I’ve fucked plenty of strangers, and there have been times when I’ve gotten blackout drunk and woke up to discover that someone had fucked me and I had no recollection of it happening, but to soberly have sex without seeing the guy’s face, or knowing for certain who he was, was a whole new experience for me, and it excited me, just as he knew it would.

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Having already decided to commit to this, I called my waiting friend really quick just to tell her what I had found and that I was going to go through with it. I told her put my phone on speaker, set the phone down so that she could listen, and I obliged his written request.

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As soon as I had taken off all my clothes, except for my panties, I put on the blindfold, fighting the urge to leave myself a bit of room to see the floor in front of me, or his face if I tilted my head back. I knew that at this point, he had every intention of fucking me, so even if I didn’t put on the blindfold, I would’ve taken whatever punishment he deemed acceptable for failing to fulfill his first direct request as my Dom. He wanted me to be unable to see him, even if he threw me on the bed. He had said that he would decide when to take the blindfold off, and as a submissive, I was going to give him what he wanted because it was something that we both wanted in that moment. One way or the other, today was the day that I would know for certain who he was, and I didn’t want to spoil it for myself, not yet. So, when I was certain that there were no gaps that I could see through, I lifted the blindfold up momentarily so that I could call him using the one number that was stored in the phone he had left on the bed. The note hadn’t even mentioned the vibrator, but I had a pretty good idea what he would want me to do with it.

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I fixed the blindfold back in place as I listened to the phone ringing. The phone clicked as he answered, after several long rings that had to have been meant to drive me more insane than I already was for doing all of this, I heard him say, “Are you ready to begin?”

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“Yes, sir.” I answered back, trying desperately to hide the fear and the anticipation with some measure of calm.

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“Good. Now I want you to stand at the foot of the bed with your back to the front door. I want you to use the vibrator to get yourself ready for me…” and with a tone of voice that promised me everything I desired, he added, “I’ll be there soon.”

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I heard him hang up then, and I began doing what he asked me to. Truth be told, I was already ready for him to fuck me, I hadn’t even touched myself and if I didn’t still have my panties on, I would’ve literally been dripping on the carpet. I was afraid that I would start climaxing as soon as the vibrator touched my crotch, but I clenched my thighs and held the vibrator between them with my right hand. I had filled my friend in on this whole thing was about, but I was embarrassed that she might hear me, so I bit down on my fist, to muffle the involuntary noises that I made as I felt the vibrator doing exactly what it was designed for.

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I heard her whisper over the speaker, “There’s a guy outside the door, he’s looking around. He actually looks pretty alright, not a fatty or an old dude like I bet you he would be. Shit, he spotted me and smiled, I think he knows. Now he’s coming in, shush.”

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As she shushed herself, I heard the doorknob turn just as I had a relatively minor orgasm. My legs shook but still held me upright. He wanted me to be standing there waiting for him, and I didn’t want to do anything to disappoint him. Apparently he had noticed that I had brought a friend with me to watch my back and it hadn’t bothered him in the least, which wouldn’t be the case if he was actually there for some nefarious purpose other than what he had so clearly intended this first meeting of ours to be.

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I heard his voice, but still, even though it felt familiar, I couldn’t place it clearly; jumbled as my thoughts were with all the excitement, I was just glad to know that he was real. After all these months of waiting and wondering, I would finally have an answer to who he was. But not yet, since he still had plans for me.

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“It’s good to see you again. You’re just as naughty as I remember.” he said after shutting the door behind himself.

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He hadn’t told me to move, so I didn’t. Even though I desperately wanted to touch him, to have him touch me. He seemed to want the same thing, because I felt him press his body against mine, his right hand grabbing mine, and forcing the vibrator to touch me again. His left hand slid around my front, grabbing my right breast and pinching my nipple, firmly and only a little painfully. He forced me to climax again as I writhed in his grasp. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, his beard tickling my shoulder. I hadn’t pictured him with a beard before this point. He held me upright as my legs shook uncontrollably.

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The noises I was making might have made my waiting friend panic if I hadn’t also been saying, “Thank you sir.” and “Yes, yes, Yes!” over and over again. He wasn’t saying anything, but he made me feel so good that my brain turned to mush for a moment as he forced me to climax fully, squirting on the floor below myself and leaving my panties, the vibrator, and our hands completely drenched. The only thought in my head at that moment was that I hoped that whenever the housekeeper found the puddle I had left on the floor it would be blamed on a dog or something. Such a silly thought to have in a moment of passion, but there it was.

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I thought I might have said it aloud because I heard, and felt, him chuckling softly, pressed so tightly to me as he was. I felt him take a step back and thought I might fall without him there to support me, but he picked me up in his arms; scooping me up with a small grunt of effort as I threw my arms around his shoulders, kissing him on his neck and taking a long breath of his scent, thinking that his smell might trigger some memory that would let me know who this stranger really was. He smelled good like a man should and was a bit sweaty from the heat of the early summer. He told me to let go of my grip and then he dropped me. I let out a squeak of surprise before I realized that he had dropped me on the bed. Though it was difficult to make out through the sound of my heavy breaths and thunderous heartbeat, I thought I could hear him unbuckling his pants as he made me beg him to fuck me. That time it hadn’t been a request, but a demand, and I eagerly did exactly as he wanted me to.

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I heard his pants drop to the floor with a bit of a thud on the carpet, as if his belt was heavy. When he grabbed me, and spun me sideways so that I was on my back with my head near the edge of the bed, and I could feel him position himself over my face. I could smell his sweaty dick before he pressed the bottom of his head against my lips and told me to kiss it gently. I did so, but when I went to lick it, I felt his hand lightly smack me on the cheek as he reprimanded me, “I said kiss it, not lick it. I want to take my time enjoying this.”

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I liked getting slapped sometimes, it evoked passion, and that felt good, even the little taps. Still, I wanted to obey him, and so I did. I kissed his dick, again and again as he pressed it to my lips. Something I had just learned for certain was that he was circumcised and had washed himself recently; I could still smell the body wash.

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“Now you can lick me.” and with that, I felt him grab me under my arms and pull me until my head was hanging off the bed. His hand slid behind my head, supporting my neck, as his other hand massaged my breasts.

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“Stick out your tongue.” He said.

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Then I felt him press his dick against my tongue and slide his shaft back and forth along it, from the tip to the base, then he told me to make sure to keep my tongue wet, so each time he repositioned himself to place the tip against my lips, I would bring my tongue back into my mouth to cover it in my saliva before holding it out for him once more. He tasted salty and I could feel that he had trimmed his pubes recently, likely just before his last shower, because his balls were smooth and the hair around the base of his dick felt a bit like stubble. I ached for him to touch my body, or to let me touch him, but the only thing he allowed me to touch in that moment was his most sensitive parts, showing as much trust in me as I had put in him when I had decided to meet him and put on the blindfold correctly.

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“Open wide.” He said as he slid his cock between my parting lips and I didn’t have to pretend to enjoy the act. He began slowly, pulling himself out then sliding back in while I massaged him with my tongue. He seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm because he praised me, telling me that I was a good girl. Then he began pushing himself deeper, and I could feel him sliding into my throat as he tilted my head back. I breathed out of my nose, but as he pushed himself down my throat as far as he could go, his sack pressed against my nose, making it hard to breathe. again and again, he forced himself down my throat, he forced me to gag on him over and over, and I knew that my makeup would be ruined by this point do to all the sweat and saliva, but I didn’t care, sunken so deep as I was in the sensations, being in the moment and forgetting all else, experiencing the shortness of breath as he made me choke on him and wonder, not for the first time, just how much he might hurt me, or how much pleasure his touch would bring to me.

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Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled himself out of my mouth. He let go of my head and I sat up coughing. He told me to get on all fours and point my ass towards him. I’m nothing if not a trooper, so as I regained my breath, I positioned myself for him. He made me beg him to fuck me, then told me to put my face down on the bed and spread my cheeks for him. I felt him pull down my panties, and heard them rip as he pulled them off the rest of the way, not giving me time to lift up my knees. As soon as I was entirely naked except for the blindfold, he spit on my asshole twice, and put something in me, once I felt it begin to vibrate I recognized it for what it was. He played with my asshole while I moaned. My hands and cheeks were sweaty, so I had to keep readjusting my hands to keep myself spread for him. After a while, he moved my hands away, and began to spank me while he continued toying with my asshole.

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I don’t know how long he did it for, but it was enough to almost make me squirt again when he rubbed my clit with his fingers. He didn’t let me climax yet, instead he shut off the vibrator, but let it remain in my ass. Then he grabbed me by the hips and positioned me so that our hips were level. I could feel his cock pressing against my lips, and I told him that I wanted his dick in me. He spanked me a few more times, then he told me to put his cock in my pussy. Reaching back between my legs, I grabbed hold of him and pulled him inside me. I didn’t even care that he wasn’t wearing a condom, I just needed his dick to fill me up. He began to thrust, and this time he didn’t start off slowly. Instead, he thrust himself all the way to the base in one quick movement that caused me to cry aloud.

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He turned the vibrator back on and shoved it further into my ass as he pulled out of me, to thrust hard once again. He left the vibrator where it was as he continued fucking me, only occasionally letting go of my hips to either spank my ass cheek or to push the vibrator back in as the smooth object slowly tried to slide out of my asshole as I squeezed my thighs together just as he had ordered me to. Eventually, he rolled me over onto my back, telling me to hold my legs spread wide for him. The blindfold had slipped free from one eye, but I kept both eyes shut tightly. Even though I had a pretty good idea of who he was by this point, he had been clear about wanting to be the one to reveal himself to me. I felt him take a moment to fix the blindfold, telling me that I was a good girl for keeping my eyes shut, and then I felt him reward me, plunging his cock back inside me, grinding the head of his dick against my G-spot while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. I screamed as the sensations flowed through my body like electric fire.

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He didn’t stop or slow as I climaxed, instead, he moved atop me, pressing his body against mine as he continued thrusting, this time deep and forcefully. I felt his hand reach around the back of my neck and grab a hold of my hair, causing me to expose my neck for him. I felt him kissing and licking my neck, and a few times his parted teeth scraped my skin, but he didn’t bite me, and neither did he kiss me on my lips even though I desperately wanted him to, but as he came close to finishing, I felt his beard tickling my breast as he took my left nipple in his mouth, holding it in between his teeth gently, licking it with the tip of his tongue until his thrust became quicker, uneven, and I felt him shooting his semen deep inside me.

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We stayed there like that for a moment, while our bodies trembled slightly, my hips moved of their own accord while I felt him still throbbing inside me. I felt his hand move to the front of my throat, as his other hand reached up to take off the blindfold. My eyes didn’t take long to adjust in the dimly lit room, but his face was familiar, though it wasn’t one of the top three that I had been expecting.

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Now that I was certain who he was, I wanted more, and his smile told me that we were only just getting started.

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