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"Whew." Deep breaths. Nerves. Excitement. Worry. What will she be like? How will I be? Will she like me still? Will she be as great in person? Will conversation in person be awkward.
Parking the car on an Atlanta street. Paying the meter. Crossing the street with a stride that says, "I'm cool, I've got this," while my heart races. I walk across the street, and eye the door of the Irish pub. She's here already, I hope she hasn't been waiting long. How will she react when she sees me? Squealing? Hugging? Quietly saying hi?
The door opens, and I see her across the restaurant. Long black hair. Black dress. I casually walk up, like we're there for a business lunch. We're not. We both know this. She looks up, and our eyes meet.
"Hey," I say. Trying to keep my voice from cracking like a teenage boy.
"Hi," she responds. We hug, quickly, but firmly. Then we sit. We order drinks. We make idle small talk about drinks. We decide on food. Just an appetizer. Neither of us are really here to eat anyway. The drinks are just to loosen us up. As we talk about menial things--watches, the drive, running--my mind races to the late night texts, the mid day phone calls.
A few months before, accidentally, innocently, we began talking. Having met online, our discussion centered around running and triathlon and weight loss. That quickly turned to more. Both of us in marriages that were toxic, both of us hurting and deprived of the love and affection we craved. Yet, we didn't know this at first. Time went on, conversations grew deeper, and feelings developed. Flirty jokes turned to flirty play.
Little did we know that our situations would be so similar. But neither did we realize that our sexualities would be so complementary. She is a submissive, and I a dominant, and over the course of a few months, she began to affectionately call me "Daddy," and I called her "Baby Girl." When the opportunity arose to meet, we both jumped. Her, driving a few hours mid week, me driving out of the way on a road trip, we find ourselves here, at this pub, eating hummus and drinking beer and wine. The months of talking and flirting and sexting have led us here.
I pay, and we head out. Both of us still acting casual as we walk to our cars. We look at my bike, and discuss how we are going to get to our ultimate destination--a place named Tokyo Valentino, where we could rent a bed in an upstairs room. We talked as if we were going to ride together to the mall, deciding to both drive over.
The ride is nerve wracking again. Lunch went well. She was as wonderful güvenilir bahis in person as I imagined, and conversation was just as easy. But what would happen here? Would we hang out? Would we fool around? Would we fuck? Would we get kinky?
We pull in and meet again. As we walk in, we take note of the nature of where we are. Neither of us have done THIS before--going to a random place where you can pay for a room. We've read the reviews--glory holes, beds, porn viewing. As we get inside, we see the glory hole booths. Men are standing around, watching us awkwardly, and we have no idea how this works. We hold onto each other, nervous and interested. We finally make our way upstairs, to our room, lock the door, and feel alone.
The room is small, and the "bed" is essentially a large, leather ottoman. It smells clean, thankfully, and there are men on each floor with cleaning supplies, waiting to clean after a couple finishes. My nerves are high, and I'm not sure what I'm feeling. The mixture of emotions, desire, fear, confusion are all there, leaving my head spinning. She quietly turns around, and in her sweet little voice says, "here, help me with my dress."
Fumbling, I whisper, "fuck." I laugh, and keep trying to undo the button at the top of her dress. For what feels like several minutes, Daddy's fat fingers struggle to get Baby Girl's dress undone. She laughs, and I laugh. Finally releasing the clasp, lifting her dress up, admiring this little woman in front of me. She's rubbing my cock, and my hands move down her chest.
I see red, lacy panties. "I thought Daddy told you 'no panties,' little girl?" I whisper in her hear.
"I know, but I wanted to wear something pretty for Daddy."
"I will deal with this indiscretion later. Did you obey the rest of my orders?" She leans forward and spreads her ass cheeks, showing me the pretty gem on her buttplug. "Good little girl," I tell her, as she has been wearing the butt plug I told her to, for about 7 hours now.
She turns around, telling me to have a seat. I stare at her, and she turns to sit in Daddy's lap, grinding on me for a minute. I'm enjoying, and ready to see where this goes. She whispers to lie back, and I do, as she begins to remove my boxers. My cock springs free, and my mind still wonders what's going to happen, how is this going down?
I want to lay my head back and relax, but I want to watch as well. I hold my head up, watching her admiring my cock, and beginning to stroke it. Slowly taking it into her mouth, I close my eyes, and enjoy. Feeling her mouth taking my türkçe bahis cock in, her hands on my shaft, and I feel her fingers wandering down. She quickly passes my balls, and I feel pressure my ass. Baby Girl knows Daddy loves ass play. I feel a finger enter my ass, and I let out a small moan.
She continues kissing up and down my shaft, then begins rubbing her face against my balls. "Oh my god, this feels good," I think as he tongue moves lower and lower down my cock. Then across my balls, then my taint. "Is she going to........?" My thoughts aren't finished before I feel her finger pull out of my ass and her tongue swiping across my hole.
This woman, whom I've talked with online until the wee hours of the morning, spoken on the phone with for hours, but never even touched before 2 hours ago, now has her head under my ass, and her tongue buried in my hole. As she licks and kisses, I feel ecstasy in the moment. Eyes rolled back, breathing heavy, and after what feels like several minutes, she comes back up, and engulfs my aching cock again.
At this point, I begin to wonder how much longer I'll last. As she sucks hard, her hand on my shaft, her whole body rocking to blow me, I realize it won't take long. A few minutes of this, my cock feeling amazing pleasure, I suddenly feel the building of my orgasm. She senses it to, and her lips tighten on my cock. Suddenly, I'm cumming. Groaning, writhing on the bed, filling her mouth with cum. The mouth of a woman I've technically just met, whom I haven't even kissed, is now greedily sucking every drop of cum from me.
We've discussed our kinks, and one of mine is cum play. She's never indulged before, but I love to, and she knows this. My thoughts wonder, "Will our first kiss be filled with my cum?" But no, she keeps her mouth on my cock, as she swallows every drop. I watch her, feeling drained as the rush of my orgasm subsides. She keeps my cock in her mouth, with a look of bliss on her face, a look that only comes from true enjoyment.
I sit up, unsure what to say. "You've done that before, huh?" I say to her. "You moron, you really think this is the time for a joke that like?" I ask myself. She laughs. I laugh. Then I begin to lay her back.
Wasting no time, my fingers find her pussy. As I touch her wetness, she lets out a whimper. An evil grin comes across my face. I insert a finger, and place my thumb on her clit. Her pussy is dripping wet from sucking my cock and wearing a butt plug all day. I begin kissing her thighs, and finding her g spot with my finger. The moment I hit it, I know, güvenilir bahis siteleri and so does she, letting out a moan, almost like a cry.
I slide another finger in, and lean forward, my mouth finding her tits. I take her nipples into my mouth, biting them slightly. As she moans more, I feel the fire stoked in me, and begin fingering her harder, inserting a third finger. She gasps, and I lean forward, asking "Does Daddy's little whore like her pussy filled like this?"
"Mm hmm," she moans, as she reaches for her clit tickler. My fingers begin working her pussy harder, stronger, moving her entire body with my hand. The tickler hums, and she begins to moan and groan in ecstasy. My other hand reaches up, grabbing her throat. Choking her, fingering her as hard as I can, she begins to cum. I lean down, right in her ear, and whisper, "That's right, you fucking whore. Cum for daddy. Cum for daddy, you dirty little slut."
And cum she does. "FUCK!" she screams, as her pussy begins to pour onto my hand, down her back, all over the bed. Screaming, cussing, squirting, her body lifts off the bed, even pushing me. Finally, she pushes my hand away from her pussy, finished and spent. Her hands to go her face, covering herself, and trying to catch her breath.
I lie beside her, and ask, "Did Baby Girl enjoy that?" She laughs, unable to talk. I get up and find paper towels in the room, and help clean up a little.
"Did I squirt?" she asks?
"You did. You squirted like crazy, and I loved it."
"Oh my god," she says. "I've never squirted before."
"Well, you have now. Daddy knows what your pussy needs," I tell her.
We lie there for a while, just chatting. Relaxing. Laughing. Maybe 30 minutes, but one of the most relaxing 30 minutes of my life.
As we go to get up, she realizes just how much her juices have covered the bed. "Holy shit," she says. "Is all that from me???" I laugh, and tell her it is. "Jesus fucking Christ," she says, almost embarrassed. "Not only was that the first time I've ever squirted, but that was so much! Is that normal?"
I assure her it is, and we help each other get dressed again. Walking downstairs, there are even more men standing around the glory holes, watching us walk by. We still have no idea what that was all about, but we exit. We talk in the parking lot for a few minutes, then give one another a hug, and say our goodbyes.
As I drive away, I reminisce on the encounter. It was crazy and hot and fun and exhilarating. Then I realize something......I just drove out of my way, and she drove a few hours to meet me; she blew me, ate my ass, swallowed my cum; I fingered her till she squirted, choked her......but we never even kissed. I laugh, and think of how fitting it is, and tell her, "Next time, will be even better."