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If I'm Lucky
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Daddy,
Well I had my meeting with that Dom that I told you about, hereafter called D. D was indeed a wonderful Dom and seemed to know instinctively what made this slut’s cunt wet. We met after our respective plans on Friday night at a local Mexican restaurant around the corner from my house. I arrived before he did, sat at the bar, and ordered a cabernet. I was dressed in jeans, sleeveless top with turquoise accents, black jacket, and turquoise colored heels to match my top. I had just had drinks with a group of lesbians that I am friends with (I affectionately call them “My Lesbians”) so I was feeling pretty good. He arrived very shortly afterwards and walked right up to me with absolutely no hesitation or searching for me. It was like he could sense exactly where the slut was in the room. Like myself, he is also a business professional; I find that dominant white collar men tend to be a good match for me. While he was not what one would call handsome in the traditional sense, he was a good looking man with a nice fit body. He is a runner. He ordered a Tanqueray gin on the rocks and we began the business of discussing my likes, dislikes, and setting the ground rules. He describes himself as a service-oriented Top. I asked him what this meant and he said that he is more inclined to subs and sluts that are there to provide a service for him rather than being forced disciplined into doing it. In short, me the sub, would be there for his pleasure to use as he saw fit. This fits in pretty well with what I feel compelled to be, outside of needing to be spanked on a regular basis, I felt that we were matched pretty well. In addition to some of my other no-no’s, like ass to mouth, I told him that I did not like to be fucked in my ass unless I had time to clean it well, inside and out. I am fastidious by nature and just like things clean in general.
We both had two drinks (me having a few more than him of course from my previous outing) and then agreed to go to my apartment. From the minute we walked into my door, D was in control. He immediately ordered me to go to the bedroom and undress. His stern look told me not to delay. I immediately took off shoes, jeans, shirt, and jacket. I wanted him to admire my panties and bra, but he just told me, “Everything off.” So, then as I stood there naked and vulnerable before him, I could feel him assessing my body and perhaps planning what I would be good for. D told me get on my knees and suck his cock. He was not gentle, he was not tender, he was not kind; he was rough, he grabbed my hair, he forced his cock down my throat until I gagged and gasped for air. Now you know that I was made to suck cock, that the act itself makes me wet and wanting. I became so aroused that I thought I was going to cum right at that moment, but just when I got close he would pull my head away by my hair and tease my mouth with his cock. Then suddenly, without any indication, he would shove it back into my mouth, slapping my face with his open palm, and tell me to suck it better. This went on for some length of time with me gagging and gasping for breath until I suppose I had sufficiently proved to him my worth. My pussy was dripping wet with anticipation and I was thrilled when he told me to get on the bed on all fours. I was excited to feel him inside of me, to finally know I was well and truly his. He shoved my head down into the mattress, spread my knees wide apart, and told me to stay in that position. He spent some time examining my pussy and ass, but never touching in any significant way, not penetrating me with his fingers and easing my need to be fucked. He said, “Where are your condoms? I know a slut like you has some on hand.” I gestured to the night table and he put one on. I was so happy that he was going to fuck me. Instead, suddenly he grabbed my hips and shoved his cock deep into my ass. I gasped out in surprise and also with the stab of pain. He said, “You don’t like your ass fucked unless you have an opportunity to clean it? You think that you can tell me what hole to fuck? You are a whore and a slut, I will fuck any hole I feel like.” I was whimpering as he slammed his cock into my ass to punctuate each statement so that I knew that he was in charge and I was just his fuck toy. He fucked my ass hard and violently, grabbing my hair and pulling me back onto him. “You make sure that you are ready for me each time we meet”, he said, “make sure that you are ready for my cock whenever I want you.”
“Are you my slut?”
“Yes Sir”
“Don’t call me Sir. My name is D. You will call me by my name”
“Yes Sir”
“What did you say?”
“I’m sorry, yes D”
“Do you need my cock inside you”
“Yes, Ssssiii…yes, D”
“Are you a whore”
“Yes, D”
“Good, I am not going to touch your pussy tonight because I need to punish you for ever thinking that you could tell me what hole I could or could not fuck”
He then got into a rhythm fucking me and I began to enjoy it. I tried to reach around to play with my pussy, but he slapped it away and told me not to touch my cunt. I cried out in agony, the need to cum so great, but the only way that was going to happen is if I just came through him pounding my ass. His pace increased, bringing his cock almost all the way out of my ass, and then putting it all the way back in until I could feel his balls on my clit. This is not insignificant as he has a fairly long cock and it felt like he was stretching me to the maximum each time he thrust. He pulled me back one last time by my hair and spilled his seed deep inside me. A few more thrusts as he made me milk all the cum out of his cock. Then he turned over and lay on the bed and told me get a wash cloth and clean his cock off. “Make sure the cloth is warm enough. If it isn’t warm enough, you are going to pay for it”, he said. I cleaned him off and then he said, “You can play with your pussy and fuck yourself when I leave. You are allowed to cum.” He then dressed and told me to walk him to the door, but when I got up to do it, he said, “No, you are a slut, you walk me to the door on your knees. Down on the ground is where you belong.” I got on all fours and “walked” him to the door and he left after telling me I was a good slut for him and he thinks that he may come over to use me again.
Never once did he let me cum. Never did he spend anytime thinking about my pleasure. I masturbated for hours on and off after he left, so sexually heightened, that I came many, many times reliving our experience together. He made my knees weak and my pussy drip with longing. I hope against hope that we have repeat experiences together and it all looks good as he responded to my email the next day asking if I would see him again with “If you are lucky I will still have use for you. In the meantime you can tell me your thoughts on last night”.
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