Where to begin with this story is a little tough as I have flashes of memories coming at me like A Clockwork Orange.
My first face to face encounter with the British Dom was at a coffee shop, he walked in and took his seat in front me like he had owned the place. My face lit up with a huge smile as stared him in the face. He was in fact handsome and his voice struck straight to my cunt. In short, we got along and we made plans for the following Friday night as I decided of all the days to actually behave myself on a first “date” (There goes my track record).
The one thing he asked me during our little chat was, “Are you a good kisser?” I answered with, “Yes, I am.” He made a noise in his throat with a smile as if he struck gold.
Friday night comes along with agony as I have not come all week due to being busy with work and life. I’m getting ready at Jon’s place and I am on his bed in my jeans with my black bra on. He came in to the bedroom, when I was texting and he stood there.
“I should just fuck you before you see him.” He told me with a grin.
“That would be bad,” I answered, “but I have a perfectly available mouth.”
Jon unzipped his jeans, pulled his cock from his boxers and he was half aroused. I slipped my mouth around his cock and he let out a long sigh. I sucked his cock slow and steady taking in the full length till I gagged over and over. His hands grabbed my hair as I kept swallowing his cock. My phone started to chime; I would check it and resume sucking his cock. These little pauses must have made the situation that much more arousing for Jon because when I pushed his cock back into my mouth I knew he was on his way to coming, I started to suck him faster as my phone kept chiming away. Jon groaned as he announced he was going to come and I moaned as I swallowed his cum.
“I don’t know why but that was so hot.” Jon said breathlessly. I smiled up at him feeling pretty damn naughty doing that right before I was going to leave for the British Dom’s house.
I finished getting ready, I made my way to the Dom’s house and he instructed me to let myself in. I walked through door, look around and it’s like a maze and I walked down the stairs into the living room where he greeted me with a smile at the bottom of the stairs. He was a perfect gentleman as we sat and talked a bit. I can’t remember finite details but he came close to me and kissed me. It was all over with that kiss and I melted into him.
He would pull away to say little things like, “You are a good kisser.” Or “You are so addicting.” Or “You are insatiable.” He smelled so good and his mouth tasted of a good red wine. When his mouth was near my ear it caused an even stronger reaction from me and when he said, “Are you going to do what I tell you?” The only obvious answer I could give him without any hesitation was, “Yes” and his response to my answer was, “Good girl” and I will tell you now, I was his. This guy tapped into every little aspect of kryptonite this I had in me. It all felt like a lustful dream, time was not a factor and the only moment that mattered was his mouth locked to mine with his hands all over me.
There are some things I like to keep private in my life and what happened after that I prefer to keep to myself for now as I am still digesting my experience. Yes, I am a terrible person for stopping the story before it really starts but some things should be left sacred. Perhaps if this continues with him I will make him more of a reoccurring character to this blog.
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Side Note: Thank you to whoever sent me a book off of my Amazon Wish List. I have no idea who it was since they have not spoken up but I thank you so much for making my day brighter. I already started reading it and it’s great.
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