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I’d had enough of wimpy guys and this date was a total loser. I asked him to pick out a place to go for dinner and it took him almost a half an hour to make up his mind. If that wasn’t enough, I asked him how I looked and he kind of hummed and hawed and said, “Gee, pretty good”. Jesus, I want the man in my life to not be able to live unless he screws me the moment he sees me, you know?
Enough already, I thought, and as we finished our drinks I told him I’d meet him at the place for dinner he’d picked out, but instead of ridding with him, I told him I had to to stop at my mom’s afterwards. Well, as soon as the coast was clear, I jetted off to meet my friend Kim who I was texting on the way about how much of a loser my date turned out to be.
“So it was a bust, huh?” She asked when I walked in the door. It was noisy, so I motioned for her to follow me to a booth off to the side.
“What a pussy he was. I felt like I was the one with the dick for god’s sake.” I joked.
“Next time you join a dating site – write exactly what you want, not some fantasy that’s just not you – don’t try and be the girl your folks think you are – be your true self – go for it. If you wanted to be treated like a real woman, look for a real man!” She advised.
“You’re right, I want a man who will want to rip my clothes off when he sees me after along day apart, not some slug who just plops down on the couch after work. I’ll do it – I’ll stop pretending and ask for the real thing!” I agreed.
I thought about what she said on the way home and when I got to my apartment, I re-wrote my entire profile. Instead of asking for a nice guy to share the finer things of life with, I wrote that I wanted a take charge kind of man who isn’t afraid of taking command when the situation demanded it. I also added that he had to be good looking and be carrying a decent package. I was a little drunk when I wrote it, and thought I was pretty funny about how I went on about what a man should do for a woman.
The next day when I checked my responses, I had one, and he sounded perfect. He said he has no problem taking control and that included in the bedroom too. As far as his package was concerned, he promised that when the time came, I’d be a very happy girl.
I blushed as I read this, but decided I needed to take a chance and invited him to a movie tonight and told him he could pick me up at my apartment. I was all in – this time I was going to find my better half.
6 o’clock arrived and right on time, there was a knock at the door, and I peeped through the keyhole before I let my blind date in. He looked normal enough to take a chance on, so I unlocked the door and opened it. He immediately took my hand and gave it a strong shake.
“Hi, I’m Josh, and you’re Jenny, right? You are beautiful – it’s going to be hard to stay a gentleman around you. I think from your profile, we’re going to really hit it off.” He said, sounding very polite, but a little crude too.
“Nice to meet you, I liked your profile too. Come on in. I’ll show you around, then we can get to the movie.” I told him, pleasantly surprised that he was as good looking in person, as in his picture. Sometimes the pictures some people post are so off it’s not funny.
We stepped into the living room and I was about to tell him to take notice of my photography I had scattered about my apartment, when he suddenly switched personas.
“Turn around and put your hands behind your back, I’ve got a surprise for you.” He told me, his voice commanding.
I complied without thinking too much about why he wanted this, and felt my wrists being circled in soft fur and then casino siteleri heard the sound of these bracelets clicking into place. I’d been handcuffed!
“Um, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I guess I can’t control myself around such a pretty girl. Just taking charge like you asked. That’s what you wrote in your profile, right? You want a take charge kind of man, well, I’m taking charge.” He firmly told me.
We’d agreed to meet at my apartment, which I knew was risky, but figured, hey, that’s a good way to get to know each other, you know? But now I was thinking about the other advice Kim gave me – meet in a public place and get the know them before inviting a stranger home. Crap!
“Now turn around towards me.” Josh ordered. I had trouble, seeing how my hands were clasped behind my back and he had to help me get situated. I was now officially scared.
“We don’t want to be late for the movie.” I pointed out, nervously, hopping he’d change his mind about what he was up to.
“Get on your knees.” He ordered.
“What?” I asked in disbelief. That could only mean one thing – he wanted oral sex. My knees gave way as my head fogged up with fear. Josh easily pushed me to the floor and now there was an unmistakable bulge staring at me. God, I was in trouble.
“Josh, I want you to release me, OK?” I ask, my voice cracking.
He replied by pulling my top up and reaching out and feeling up my breasts. I was in shock. He was talking while he pinched my nipples and I was having a hard time following what he was saying.
“I’m going to give you a safe word, or phrase, OK? It’s ‘cum in my mouth’. You say that and I’ll stop what I’m doing, otherwise, I keep going. You wanted a take charge kind of man, well…” He chuckled.
“What? This is not what I meant, now let me go.” I gasp.
Josh unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. His right hand went behind my head as his left hand lifted up my chin. There was no doubt about it – I was about to get face fucked!
“No, please, we really are misunderstanding each other here. I…” My words were interrupted when his cock entered my mouth. He was definitely a take charge kind of man. I was now thinking a nice wimpy man would be great about now. Josh’s hands guided my head back and forth as his hips began moving in perfect rhythm.
“Oh, god, your mouth feels good. I’m definitely going to ask you out again. I might even make you my girlfriend – if you swallow.” He grunted as he reached down and continued feeling me up. My breasts and very sensitive and even though I didn’t want this, my body was responding in ways I was embarrassed about.
Then it came to me. He told me all I had to do was say this dirty phrase and he’d stop, but how was I suppose to ask a stranger to unload in my mouth? I definitely didn’t want to start off the weekend with jizz shooting down my throat. Fuck!
Josh was gasping and moaning as I struggled to take this assault. How did I let a perfect stranger into my house like this? His cock was like a piston – he was good with it, that much was for sure. I wonder if he was going to fuck me as well? My heart began pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Where do you want the cum?” He grunted as his hand took over for my mouth. His cock was pointed at me eye level. Shit, this was my choice – do ask him to shoot in my mouth in hopes he wasn’t bullshiting me -or do I just take it in the face and hope he then unleashes me after he’s done degrading me. I hate cum in my eyes. My last boyfriend did it accidentally once and it burned like hell!
I canlı casino took a chance that this guy was true to his word and blurted out the phrase.
“Shoot it in my mouth. No, that wasn’t it… Cum in my mouth – that’s it, cum in my mouth, please!” I gasp, my voice rough from his cock plunging into my throat.
Josh looked down at me and stopped pumping his cock.
“What?” He ask, looking puzzled.
“I said cum in my mouth, please, please.” I said once again, this time my voice was stronger.
“You want me to cum in your mouth?”
“The safe word – the phrase – cum in my mouth – you said you’d stop if I said it, well, cum in my mouth, please, cum in my mouth!” I almost shouted.
“Oh, I thought you were into this kind of thing, are you kidding, you really want me to stop?”
“Yes, for god’s sake, cum in my mouth already.” I repeated.
Josh looked down at me without any expression and inserted his cock back in my mouth.
“OK, but you have to take the whole cock down, then I’ll stop.” He groaned as he gave his cock a big push and almost chocked me as it wedged into my throat. He held it there as I fought the urge to gag. Tears ran down my cheeks as he groaned. I was about to pass out when he finally pulled out.
“Fuck – that was good, you sure you want to stop? I’m not that far from cumming.” He gasp as I took in a mouthful of air.
“No, I want to stop, thanks…” My voice was really raspy after the little stunt he just pulled.
“It’ll just take me a minute to finish.” He tried again.
“No, I’m good.” I reply.
“So you’re going to stop blowing me just before I cum – Jesus, what kind of girlfriend would you be anyway?” He asked.
“What do you mean, I’d make a great girlfriend, I just don’t feel like having you cum in my mouth – I don’t even know you. Besides, I was hardly blowing you – you were face fucking me if we’re going to be honest here.” I told him.
“I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have asked you out – you’re super uptight.” He said as he struggled to get his erection back in his pants. It wasn’t working too good, he was just to hard. Too bad, that wasn’t my problem.
“Um, are you going to let me go?” I ask, impatiently.
“Jesus, why don’t you relax – thanks to you, my cock is too hard to get into my pants, just a fucking minute, alright?” He said impatiently.
“I’ll give you an handie if you let me go.” I said, giving up completely. I didn’t know what else to bargain with. Obviously he wasn’t going to release me until he got his erection to go down and there was only a couple ways to accomplish that, and they all required him to stick his dick in me somewhere.
“I guess, alright.” He said, reaching behind me and uncuffing me. As soon as my hands were free, I pulled my top back in place.
“How does that help me cum – you really don’t get guys at all, no wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.” He told me, disgusted that I won’t let him stare at my tits while I jerk him off.
“God, you are such a needy man – I can see why you don’t have a girlfriend.” I countered.
“Well?” He said, pointing at his cock.
I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping. Josh immediately started moaning and talking dirty.
“That feels good – but not as good as your mouth did.”
“Stop complaining, at least you’re getting off.” I tell him, increasing the speed of my hand. I looked at the head of his cock as I pumped and spaced out for a moment thinking about what it would feel like in my pussy – not that I was ever going to let him, but all this one sided sex was making me horny like kaçak casino it or not.
“Oh, God…Don’t stop…Yea, that’s it…” He moaned lifting up on his toes.
“Come on, you’re almost there…” I urged him.
“I should have cum… in your fucking m… when I had… chan…” He said, his words slurred.
God, what a creep, I don’t believe I have to do this.
Just then, his moans got louder, and one of his strong hands went behind my head and inched me closer. His cock was now almost touching my nose. God – he planned to shoot his goo in my face. I hate that – what a mess, and so degrading. Besides, cum stings so bad when it gets in your eyes.
“Oh… Fuck!” He yelled and a white drop appeared at the end of his cock. My time had run out. Going for the lesser of two evils, I leaned forward and put his cock back in my mouth. He started flooding my mouth immediately.
Dropping my hands to my sides to keep his cum from flowing too fast didn’t help, he took over with his free hand and pumped quite a wad in my mouth. I fought the urge to toss it and as soon as he was finished and let go of my head, I got up and ran into the kitchen to spit his slime in the sink. I certainly wasn’t going to swallow on a first date.
When I came back, Josh was still standing there with his cock sticking put of his pants and a frown on his face.
“Did you spit? I heard you gagging all the way in here. That’s so rude.” He complained.
“I’d think you’d be grateful that I let you cum in my mouth for God’s sake.” I told him, pissed he wouldn’t at least thank me.
“Well, I’m not asking you out again.” He said, slowly getting himself back together. Josh tucked in his shirt and zipped up his pants as he continued to complain.
“Don’t you know guys hate it when you girls spit? No one’s going to marry you if you keep that shit up.”
“I’m certainly not marrying anyone who demands I swallow his jizz after just meeting me – besides, there are a whole lot of more important things in a relationship – you are such a pig!” I cursed.
“Good lucky, honey, you’re going to need it. Men like girls who fuck and suck – that’s life, sorry.” He said in a huff and headed for the door. It slammed behind him.
I stood there dumbfounded, not believing how rude this guy had been – forcing me to suck his cock, and then complaining I didn’t swallow his nasty goo? What a fucker. There’s plenty of fish in the sea – I don’t need his kind, not at all!
Just then, my cell rang. It was him.
“What, did you forget something?” I hissed.
“Um, yea, well, thanks for the date. I shouldn’t have said you’d make a bad girlfriend, just ’cause of the spitting thing. I’m sure you can do better, if you apply yourself.” He said.
“Is that all?” I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to tell me these things.
“I was thinking… You busy next weekend?” He asked.
“Are you kidding me?”
“Saturday? I’ll come over about six again, alright? See you then. We’ll go to dinner, how about Tony’s?” He asked, somewhat politely.
“Saturday?” I still couldn’t believe he was asking me out. I wasn’t saying yes, I was in disbelief he’d have the nerve to ask me out again after being such an ass, not to count him virtually raping me!
“OK, see you then, oh, and thanks, for you know… blowing me, it wasn’t that bad.” He said as he hung up.
I walked over to the frig and took a beer out and stood there as I took a couple drinks. My mouth still tasted like sperm and I wanted to wash the evidence of my encounter out. My legs shook as I thought about what had happened to me this evening. I sat down and tried to make sense of it all.
I opened my computer and went to my dating site. No messages. I erased my profile and turned my Mac off. I liked Tony’s, it was a good restaurant. Next time, I’ll wear a dress I think…
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