Category: Erotica

He and I matched on Feeld. For a couple days shared photos and sexted. Saturday night plans cancelled. It was 7pm, I knew he wasn’t available until after 9pm most nights.
“What are you doing tonight?”
“Friend’s house at 9:45” – Hmmm, I thought, that would only give us 45 minutes or so.
I had never just invited a man over to my house before meeting him in public first. I hesitated for a moment, heart racing at the thrill. Typed “What time can you come by?” Finger hovered over send, took a deep breath and held it. Hit send.
He answered immediately, “around 9”.
“Ok, pretend I’m a prostitute you’ve paid 30minutes for.”
“Mmmm I like that, so tell me limits please.”
“Hmm, since I’ve never met you, definitely take it easy with deep throating, no real face fucking. No hitting me hard, just some light slaps more for humiliation, grabbing and holding for dominance. No full anal, a finger or a tongue is ok. I do really like be told that you don’t want to hear any sound from me, and any sound I make please clamp your hand over my mouth and remind me. And I do like a little comedown period together afterward, with respect to you having to take off to your friends.”
“Understood, and safe words: Red is stop everything. Yellow is take it easer.” He replied.
Boundaries and safe words established, I placed my phone down and stood back. I couldn’t believe I what I had just done. My head was spinning, was this really what I was about to do? I had recently purchased a sexy piece of lingerie, black straps crisscross the neck, breasts, stomach and thighs, leaving everything available for exposure. I had tucked it away for a special occasion. Tonight definitely called for such an outfit.
I wanted to make sure my body was right first. Shower off the day, shave my pussy and asshole, make sure I’m all smooth with lotion. I was still heightened, even after a shower which usually calms me down. I walked in circles a couple times thinking what else I should prepare. I stopped to breathe and slow everything down. There wasn’t much that needed doing, maybe a little straightening up and putting out some condoms in the living room, available for when and where he decided to take me.
My pussy had been getting wet with all the anticipation. A strange man would be walking in my door and doing whatever he liked to me. Normally to relieve stress I’d watch some porn and get my self off, but he had told me “No touching your little cunt before I do.” – and of course I wanted to prove that I was a good little submissive whore.
My phone lights up. “What’s your buzzer number?” He is on his way up! He had said to be ready as soon as he walks in. He was going to be in character once my door shuts behind him. I threw on my soft pink kimono, lowered the music slightly and stood by the door. I was full of nerves and excitement, still definitely a bit stunned by my own actions. I looked through the peep hole into my empty hall way, and then suddenly a dark figured stepped into view. He knocked. I stood back remembering his assertion “I will be in character.” I was actually trembling a little, wasn’t sure exactly what I was supposed to say. Not even sure how he would be initially. We had never met before in real life! This bit of risk was definitely contributing to the wetness between my thighs.
I opened the door a few inches, we each said “Hi”. He stepped into my apartment, towering over me with his flannel jacket, jeans and big boots. I felt fragile and vulnerable standing before him with barefeet, my short satin kimono a little opened showing my slutty lingerie beneath. He remains for a moment, just peering down at me. I couldn’t look him in the eye at first, but I could sense him challenging me to do so. Feeling self conscious and small I slowly lift my gaze.
Instantly he plunged his hand into my kimono and opened it up, exposing one breast. He stooped down and brought it to his mouth. I opened the other side for him as he moved from one nipple to the other. I started to sink into the sensation from my nipple and dropped my head back, eyes closed. He stood up, took my hair in his fist and pulled my ear to him mouth.
He growled, “I paid for you and so you’re going to do exactly as I say, do you understand?”
I gasped, and breathed out a “Yes”.
“Good, no what is your name?”
“LiLi.” I replied with innocent eyes.
“No. Your name is whore and that is how I will refer to you. So, what is your name?”
“Whore” I whimpered, becoming weak in the knees.
“Very good.” He declared, as he kicked my feet apart, licked his fingers, and forced his way into me.
First I cried out, more from the suddenness of it. Then I moaned as he worked my pussy, rocking my body back and forth.
“Am I your first customer of the night?”
“MmHmm.” I respond
“Mmm good. I like it that way.”
He pulled his fingers out and plunged them into my own mouth.
“Clean them off” He ordered.
I take him fingers deep, curling my tongue around one, then the other, then into the space between.
“Good little whore.” He says.
I look up at him with a hint of a smile.
“Now where does a good whore belong?” He asks.
“On her knees?” I answer.
“That’s right.” He places his hand on top of my head and guides me toward the floor. I get onto my knees in front of my apartment door. Unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, pulling them and his boxers down just enough let his half hard cock cock out.
“Get it hard.”
I move to take it in my hands.
“No. Only using that whore mouth of yours.”
I stick my tongue out, gathering the head into my mouth. I circle around the head and down the shaft to get every angle covered in my fluid. The using my lips and tongue I start to lap at his cock, massaging it in the warm wetness. It begins to thicken and straighten. I grip the back of his thighs and take it deeper. I can feel the veins pulsing, and the length is hardening. He takes hold of my hair, not for face fucking (since I had stated that was a limit of mine) just to remind me he is in control. I allow him in deep, down my throat, he keeps hold of my head. I swallow a few times to tighten my throat around his cock, and hear him moan under his heavy breathing. I hold my breath and keep his cock in place, turning my head back and forth. I pull back to take in air and he steps back.
He peers around the corner into my living room.
“Go put your hands the couch and bend over.”
Without a word I do as I’m told, removing my kimono in the process. From behind me I can hear him taking in the view of my hourglass figure, wrapped in this outfit which signifies my role as his submissive. He’s removing his clothes.
“I bet you’re dying to feel this cock pounding your pussy.”
“Yes…”
I feel his body weight as he leans over me. Clamping his hand around my throat he presses next to my ear.
“Yes – what?” he demands.
“Yes sir.”
He pushes my face down into the cushions with one hand, and thrusts the full length of his cock deep inside me. Taking hold of my flimsy outfit with the other hand, he pounds away. With each pounding the intensity builds, I cry into the cushion. I’m getting close to my first climax. I can’t hold back anymore. My head pops up with his thrusting and I cry allowed.
Suddenly he pulls out, clamps one hand onto my face, the other forearm across my throat.
“I’m not paying to hear you. I don’t want a single sound. Is that clear?”
I nod my head anxiously, he keeps firm hold of me, letting the remind sink in.
He releases me, letting me fall onto my outstretched hands, gasping for air but desiring more.
He slaps my ass just hard enough to make a spanking sound.
“Turn around and lay on your back.”
I am still trying to catch my breath, my non-reactivity leads him to jolt me upright and spin me around.
“Get on your back.” he orders with slight annoyance.
I like feeling a bit of his strength used against me. I flop down with a smile and gather my knees to my chest. My pussy and asshole are completely exposed. He appeared to be ready to continue the pounding but once he caught sight of my body spread open, he reconsidered.
Kneeling down to my level his open mouth lands on my wet cunt. I feel his tongue massaging up and down, from my clit to my asshole. He’s smearing my own wetness around, and dripping his saliva into my crack. I see him crouch a little lower and then feel his finger slide into my soft slit. It slides out, then to fingers slide in. His hands are big and rough, my pussy reluctantly gives way. As he works me with his hand, my body gives way, our body rhythms move in unison again. This is how I reach my second climax. It builds with each passing breath I take. My cunt clamps, releases and clamps again like it’s trying to consume his hand. He pushes a little deeper each time, and this dials up the intensity. With each pulse he goes deeper until he is right on top of me, our foreheads touching and both our mouths agape. His deep touch builds inside of me, my whole body clenches and ecstasy courses through me. I can barely squeak “I’m coming” my head pressed back into the couch, my heals press into the seat. I see his mouth dropped open in awe and satisfaction as he presses deeper, I cum harder. He flicks and I squirt hot fluid all over his wrist and forearm. He works me like this until there’s nothing left. The sensation wanes and my breathing returns to normal. He slowly slides his fingers back out. I remain in position, numb from the pleasure.
“Ok, I want you on your bed.” He slaps my thigh to hustle me off the couch. I lull my head to one side with a hint of a smile and a little groan. Somehow I manage to slink off the couch and into the bedroom. He plods behind me. I can feel his dominating presence even in the way that he walks. Just through his demeanor I can read he has really taken ownership of me.
He points at the edge of the bed.
“Lay your pussy right here, face up.”
I climb on and position myself exactly as he commanded. He maneuvers on top of me and works his fingers into my mouth again.
“Get them nice and wet.”
I coat his fingers thoroughly. He stands back, slides past my pussy, down my ass crack to my hole. Circles the rim a few times. My head pops up with concern.
“You didn’t pay for my ass, that is extra.”
His hand is on my throat again, “Shut up bitch, I’ll take what I want. I’m going to finger, and then fuck your ass with my thick, hard cock. I’d love to see you try and stop me.”
I try to squirm away, of course it’s in vain as he pulls be back by my ankles, then grabs my wrists, crossing them over my head. One of his hands wraps completely around both my wrists, pinning them easily. He is able to shoot his other hand back down and continue his work on my tight asshole. He has his knees on the bed blocking my hips from moving away. I struggle to free my wrists but he just tightens his grip, pressing his body weight down on them.
“Keep struggling, it only makes it better for me.” he smirks.
I feel a finger start to poke in. I tighten my last line of defense. He presses with more force knowing that this will send enough of a warning. Wishing to avoid worse pain I relax and his finger eases into my ass.
“That’s a good little whore.”
He held his finger there, shot his other hand down to guide his cock into my pussy. Bracing that hand on my shin he starts to plunge.
This whole scene brought me right to the edge. It’s not long before I start to cum a third time. I feel my juices squirt out, spraying our thighs and getting smeared between us. He thrusts several more times to ensure I ride out my orgasm. Then carefully he slides his finger out of my pulsing asshole.
Returning both hands to my wrists now, he hammers me hard and deep with his cock. I try to free my wrists although I am no match for his weight and the strength of both his hands. He just growls and continues pounding. My body responds with blinding pleasure. I can’t help but let out a moan. He clamps his hand over my mouth again.
“I don’t want to hear you, whore. I’m not your first customer of the night, am I?”
My eyes flash open meeting his. I shake my head “No”.
“I knew it, you lying whore.”
He keeps his hand over my mouth and pounds deeper and deeper, all of his body weight crushing me. I close my eyes an take it, trying hard not to make a sound, instead just to breathe. I flow between resisting, trying to free my arms and giving in. Each time I give in the pleasure throughout my body increases. He senses this and one at a time stretches my legs up against his body. He folds me in half. I’m trying hard not to make a sound but his pressure is so great I start to cum again. He releases just enough to allow my body to fully climax. Once my orgasm has dwindled, he presses off of me.
“Stand up and turn around.”My whole body is so deliciously numb I can’t move just yet. Too slow for his liking, he takes hold of my body, I am yanked to the edge and flipped.
“Stand.”
I do so drowsily.
One hand on my hip and one in the centre of my back, I am bent over the bed, my ass out and feet nudged apart. His hard cock is driven into me again. I throw my head abc in ecstasy but he pushes it back down to the bed. Holding me down he grunt and pounds, his balls slapping my clit. Another orgasm is building. He knows it and takes a fist full of my hair. Firmly he eases my head back, not yanking, not hurting, but holding it there sternly. Not letting me move.
I start to cum. He squeezes his fist, and presses his cock as deep as it will go. My body shudders, I hold my breath and cum harder, breathe again and an eve bigger wave hits me. My body tenses and start to twitch slightly. He is still holding my hair. Still pressed hard into me. My head back, my mouth open, but soundless.
My orgasm wanes and my body neutralizes. He eases hi cock out.
“Lay on your back, head off the bed, legs apart.”
I can’t even think anymore, I just flop down. There he appears above me, things in front of my face, cock and balls dangling over my chin.
“Open.” he orders.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as broadly as I can. He slides his cock in and all the way down to the back of my throat. In a slow rhythm he glides in and out of my throat. I start to bob my head, our rhythms sinc up, we increase the speed together.
I can tell he is in absolute ecstasy. He falls forward and buries his face in my pussy. He laps in succession with our gentle deep throating. Once in a while he pulls out far enough for me to breathe. The sound of my gasping makes him harder and harder. Finally I feel it. The final thrust. His cock explodes. Warm fluid engulfs my orifice. My hands on the backs of his thighs. I’m drinking it down. He remains until the last spurts of his semen are discharged into my throat.
Shaking and moaning he pulls out of me, looking down to watch the long ribbon of saliva and cum stream after him and fall onto my face.
I smile and laugh. He gets down on his knees and licks it off. Then helps me up onto the bed. We are both completely spent. He lays next to me, sprawled out, sweaty, and breathless. I am still completely numb, in the happiest way. We’re too hot to touch, so we just link fingers and steep in the afterglow side by side.
Just before I fall asleep the mattress shifts and sighs. He stands, steps to the bathroom. I hear him piss, sigh, the water runs from the tap. When he re-enters my bedroom he’s putting his clothes on. Half dressed he climbs back onto my bed. He kisses my neck and chest before resting his head between my breasts.
“How was that for you?” He asks.
“Amazing!” I pant, “How about for you?”
“That was great! Shall we make another plan soon?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Good, do you want to maintain this role play?”
“Oh my gawd, yes please.”
“Alright, let’s talk soon.”
And with that he gets up, pulls his pants and socks on. He disappears from my bedroom. I hear his shoes go on, the apartment door opens and shuts. I am alone in my apartment again.