I Made Her Beg for My Cock on the First Meetup

We met on one of the apps, one of the kinky ones. She had a lovely smile and kind eyes that pulled me in right away. What she said that got me was, “You can tell me what to do, if you can tell me what to do.” I read it three times and felt my pulse kick up. Her profile showed a woman who knew exactly what she wanted without spelling it out. I typed back fast, already imagining her following orders in a quiet room somewhere in the suburbs of Atlanta.

We met for coffee and talked. She was nice enough, easy to laugh with, and her eyes stayed soft even when the conversation dipped into what we both liked in bed. I texted her that evening after her kid went to sleep. I asked what she was up to, keeping it light at first.

“Nothing really,” she said. “Just doom scrolling.”

I asked her what she was wearing, as one does on these occasions. She explained that it was a sweater, or something like a sweater. It had overtones of cardigan. The words made me grin at my phone screen.

“CTFU at ‘overtones of cardigan.’ I can’t picture it though,” I replied.

She sent me a picture. It was something like a cardigan, definitely sweater material. It didn’t have buttons though. It was tied in the front, the fabric loose enough to hint at what waited underneath.

“You should untie that,” I told her.

“I’m having trouble with the knot,” she replied.

“Would you like a helping hand?” I offered.

“Yes please,” was her prompt response.

“Address?” was mine.

Her Door Opens

When I arrived fifteen minutes later she let me in wearing something like a sweater and a wrap skirt. The air inside smelled like vanilla lotion and warm skin. We hugged and I palmed her ass, feeling the soft give under the fabric. I put my hand under her shirt as we climbed the stairs. She paused with her feet on different steps and poked out her butt a bit as my hand slid up her inner thigh. Heat radiated from her there, and she let out a small breath when my fingers brushed higher. Her legs trembled just enough for me to notice.

We got to her place and she got me a drink. We talked for no more than ninety seconds. Both of us knew why I was there. I untied her shirt and pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were natural and fabulous. A full C, maybe a small D. She had lovely nipples the size of the tip of my pinky. They got hard right away when I brushed them with my palms, the skin tightening under my touch.

We kissed for a bit. I squeezed her breasts, pinched and pulled on her nipples to see how much pressure she liked and how she reacted when I got to her limit. She enjoyed it. I didn’t reach her limit. I asked if she was having trouble with the knot in her skirt too.

“Yes,” was her one-word answer.

I untied the knot, unwrapped the skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She had never trimmed, much less shaved. She had the fullest bush I’d ever seen on a black girl. I ran my hand up her leg. She spread them slightly but then closed them again when I brushed up against her pussy with the back of my hand. She told me she had a cup in. The slick warmth against my knuckles made my cock twitch in my jeans.

I went back to her breasts, kneading one and sucking on the other. I pulled and chewed not so gently on her nipples. She liked more pressure than I expected. Much more. Her moans vibrated against my mouth while her fingers dug into my shoulders.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I returned I stood in front of where she now sat on the couch. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes, waiting. I told her to undo my belt. She did. I told her to unbutton and unzip my pants. She did. I told her to take my dick out. She did. She kissed it on the tip when I told her to and ran her tongue from the base of my shaft to the tip of my head. She made little circles with her tongue and then started to put it in her mouth, but I stopped her.

“You want to suck on it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

I stroked her cheek and ran my thumb over her full lips. She whirled her tongue around and sucked my thumb into her mouth. I pulled her chin up and told her to look at me. She did.

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“Say please,” I told her.

“Pretty please,” was her response. But not in a convincing way. Brat.

“Like you mean it,” I said, giving her cheek a gentle slap. She pushed her face into my hand. She got down off the couch, onto her knees, looked up at me with those huge doe eyes, and said “pretty please” repeatedly while kissing along the shaft and giving the tip the tiniest little lick.

Her Mouth on Me

“Pretty please what?” I asked.

“Pretty please can I put this beautiful, hard, thick dick in my mouth,” she said while slapping it against her cheek. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the quiet room.

I stroked the other with the backs of my fingers and took a handful of her hair.

“Of course you can, baby. You are a very good girl.”

I was impressed. I’m not huge, not small by any means, seven plus and nicely thick. She made the whole thing disappear. Her throat squeezed tight around me, saliva dripping down my balls in hot trails.

“Not yet for that. Work on the tip first,” I instructed.

She did. She took her time licking and sucking all around the head. I told her to slap herself with it. She did. I like the way that feels. She liked it too. I had her lick my balls, had her stroke me while she sucked the tip, had her rub my dick all over her face, and held her head with two hands while I rubbed her face all over my rock-hard dick. She liked that as much as I did. The smell of her sweat mixed with my own, thick and musky in the air.

It wasn’t her favorite thing though. After a while I was tired of standing, so I held the back of her head with the tip of my dick in her throat and slowly made my way over to the couch, pulling her along with me. I told her to hold it there and she nodded obediently while drooling on my balls. I sat down and let go of her head, allowing her to do as she liked.

She liked my balls in her mouth. She liked to take every little bit of precum with the tip of her tongue, trying to suck more out like she was going for the last bits of a milkshake. She liked to stroke my dick with her hand, rubbing it on her lips, and she also liked when I told her there were no hands allowed. She liked trying to mush her face flush against my belly. She liked it when I grabbed her by the back of her head and helped, pushing as deep into her mouth and throat as I could. What she liked most though was trying to choke herself with my dick in her throat. I was happy to let her. Her eyes watered, spit ran down her chin, and her pussy glistened between her spread thighs. I thrust harder, the wet slap of my balls on her chin echoing. She gagged and moaned around the thickness, begging with her body for more. I felt the pressure build low in my gut, my cock throbbing against her tongue. “Fuck, take it all,” I growled. She pushed down harder, throat convulsing, until I exploded, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat while she swallowed every drop, body shaking through her own orgasm right there on the floor.