That said, carry on!
Up until the beginning of last year I was pretty vanilla. Not that sex was bad or anything. I had an amazing sex life and there were certainly never any complaints nor lack of prospects. It was just... different. With all my experiences now I would probably describe "different" as, well, not quite as exciting but ignorance is bliss, right?
My concept of kink prior to then was whips, chains and gimp costumes. You know, like in Pulp Fiction. Imagine my surprise when a cute, demure, tiny redhead that I met starts to broach the subject of her liking submission and spankings and all manner of other foreign concepts. This was sounding much less like the clueless stereotype most people carry around and much more like... well, a really good time. We had not yet met in person, but were having a discussion about likes and dislikes as it was fairly obvious we would be sleeping together in the near future. Conversations such as this one are common and necessary when kink is involved, I came to learn. Everyone should have fun but if you bust out a flogger, rope and your assless chaps mid-session without any discussion you risk the whole encounter coming to a quick and uncomfortable stop. For the record I do not own nor will I ever own assless chaps. I may need to put a flogger on the list of fun things to buy, though. Rope? Check.
This discussion, however, was quickly putting cracks in my vanilla world one sentence at a time... We talked about how she liked to relinquish control of the situation, be told what to do, be used (quite literally) as a fuck toy, a slave to her Dom's whim and pleasure. I don't recall what I may have said in response to her revelations but I do know I was intrigued. Excited, even. I was beginning to realize that this part of me had always been there, I could see it when thinking about my past experiences, but I had never tapped into it. I had never told anyone what to do, commanded them, never been in a situation where the woman told me Do whatever you want with my body. I'm yours. If it gives you pleasure it will make me happy. Those are some serious words. A totally new world. And holy crap a lot of responsibility! Sure, you can tell me you're giving in to whatever I want to do, but... what if i suck at this? I mean, it sounds so easy, right? Do whatever makes me feel good and will make me happy. Ok, but what if those things bore the piss out of her? Fuuuuuck.
Luckily, because I was always pretty open and comfortable talking about sexuality I went ahead and outed myself. "I would love to get together with you and have some fun but I really have no idea what the fuck i'm doing and, quite likely, will be pretty bad at this the first couple times." Something I really enjoy about the kink world is that honesty is expected and met with positive discussions. She told me she'd give me some guidance, help me find my more dominant self and start by introducing me to things that she enjoyed, such as spanking and choking. Easy enough. I thought. I would quickly come to find out that my hand would give in long before her resilient little ass did.
Not long after that discussion we met up for dinner. We talked more about kink, things that turned us on, past experiences and things I thought I might like to get into. Talk will only get you so far and we were both getting extremely worked up so we paid and made quick work of the distance between the restaurant and her place.
Once there we got right down to business. I sat on her couch, right in the middle, and had her lay across my lap (still fully clothed) so that her ass was perfectly positioned over my legs. My first command? "Pull up your skirt. All the way." She lifted her ass, reached back with both hands and pulled/wiggled her tight pencil skirt all the way up to her waist, revealing a very nice ass fully and thoughtfully left exposed by a pair of thong underwear. Being that I had never spanked anyone in such a manner (a little ass slapping during sex, sure) I didn't exactly jump right in but rather started running my hands over her ass and thighs, exploring her exposed skin with my fingertips, staying away from her still-covered lips but getting enticingly close, feeling her warmth.
The first smack was... pretty light, followed by a quick brush of my hand over her skin (more symbolic at this point since her ass certainly wasn't stinging from that first hit). I repeated this several times on each cheek, taking my time to work up slowly to firmer hits, getting the angle just so for that really good *smack* sound that indicates what would be a good, stinging hit. Every so often she would lift her ass a little higher, turn her head to look back at me out of the corner of her eye as if to plead with me, "Harder, please...". How could I possibly resist that? I continued to spank her harder, rubbing her ass to take some of the sting away after every couple hits. Eventually I realized that I wasn't going to be hurting this girl, that she could take far more than what I was prepared to give her this day and simply focused on making her cheeks as red as possible. Eventually, my hand hurt worse than her ass did and I changed gears, giving her a quick rubdown before pushing her legs apart and noticing that her panties were completely, ridiculously soaked. She really wasn't kidding about liking spankings...
She asked what I would have her do next and, recalling a point in our conversations where she said she literally likes to choke on cock, told her to get on her knees, unzip me and take me in her mouth. Just like that she did as instructed. A few seconds later she was kneeling between my legs, her skirt still up around her waist with my cock in her mouth, looking up at me while she gave me one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. This was getting hotter and more interesting by the minute.
Now, being pretty damn picky about my blowjobs I have to say I was impressed, and that's pretty rare on a first go-round. If you're going to be down there, you best like what you're doing, be enthusiastic and bring some technique. This girl started off nice and slow, working up quite a bit of saliva, then worked her hand into it, wrapped lightly around my shaft, following her lips up and down, giving her hand a little twist each direction. And, true to her word, every so often she would take me all the way into her throat, the entirety of my cock disappearing into her mouth until she had to stop to breathe, then continuing on with her blowjob, her spit all over my cock, my balls, her hands, running down her chin... She managed to make an enormous mess look like the hottest blowjob I'd ever seen, in porn or otherwise.
Eventually I told her to stop and head into the bedroom so I'd have more room to fuck her properly. I told her to take her panties off and leave the rest on, pull her skirt up and lay back, then proceeded to go down on probably the wettest pussy I've ever had my mouth on. Most of the rest of the sex was pretty straightforward vanilla while I got to know what she liked, what made her cum. One of the things I've learned is that some of my dominance comes in the form of orgasm control. Once I know what works I very deliberately guide her body in the direction I want it to go, whether it's directly to an orgasm or on a nice, long journey toward one, only to be denied several times before being allowed. So getting to know what gets her off is typically my Step 1. The Teacher can now attest to the fact that once I know where all the buttons are, I win. I own you... And consequently she wins as well!
But back to my story. I hadn't yet put all the pieces of my squirting theory together at this point, or even really mastered making it happen with my hands, but this girl was multi-orgasmic and twice while she was on top of me squirted while she was coming, leaving a nice puddle on my stomach that dripped down onto her bed. Had I known then what I do now, I would have had a lot more fun with her!
One of the things we had discussed at dinner was my wanting to explore the control and dominant nature of something we see a lot of in porn but don't give much thought to: grabbing a woman by the hair, telling her to open her mouth and finishing by jerking off into said open mouth. While I had cum in a lot of mouths, I'd never done so in this fashion. I was going to change this tonight. When I was ready I told her to get down on her knees, stood in front of her, grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head, tilted it back and told her to open her mouth. She complied, with the most amazing look in her eyes that said nothing would make her happier than to be kneeling here waiting for me to give her my cum in her mouth. Not long after she opened her mouth I was ready. I did my best to aim and got most of it in her mouth, but between my contracting muscles and my orgasms being, well, pretty powerful sometimes (I did once manage to pull out of someone, stay kneeling between their legs while jerking off onto their stomach and manage to get cum way up into their hair and the pillow next to their head, so yeah) I accidentally got a bit on her face and in her hair, which probably counts as my first (almost) facial.
Due to our schedules I didn't see her more than a handful of times after that (we would make plans but quite often one of us would postpone) but we did get more into my dominant role in the bedroom, taking her as I wanted, giving commands and praise, and just generally laying down a good foundation for me to build my future kinky world on. So for that I thank you, E.
No comments:
Post a Comment