Chapter 02: Blind Date
(MF reluc oral)
Sandra stopped outside the restaurant where she was to meet James. She straightened her dress, quickly, looking at her reflection in the door-glass. Her b-cup breasts strained against the fabric of her dress more than she was used to but it looked good. It was a little chilly to be wearing a dress, and no coat but, vainly perhaps, she really wanted him to like how she looked. Maybe she was putting more hope into this than she wanted to. She entered the restaurant and walked up to the maitre d', explaining that she was meeting a man called James there. She was directed to a small table where a good-looking man sat, waiting. He watched her approach, and when the maitre d' pointed out the table to her, he rose, holding out his hand. He was very tall - several inches taller than she was. That was nice. "Hi, I'm James. You must be Sandra." "Yes, hello." She smiled and shook his hand, intentionally giving him a look down her blouse as she leaned over the table, then regretting it as she felt herself blushing. "You're nervous." he said. She glanced up into his eyes, as he stared intently at her, then looked away. "Yes, a little bit." she said. They both sat down. They made small talk for a little while. She told him that she was a businesswoman, and about her videostore, which he seemed fine with, and didn't over-react to, as most men did. He worked out of his home - something with computers and the web. It was after they had gotten their food that the conversation took a turn. "Listen, Sandra," James said, "I'm a very honest person, and so I need to let you know a few things." Sandra was careful to keep her tone even, though she was dreading the next bit. "What do you mean?" "Okay. First, Laurie told me a bit about you, but I don't think she told you very much about me." There was a surprise. "Well, no, that's strange. No, she wouldn't tell me hardly anything about you. What did she tell... what did she say about me?" He shook his head. "No, lets just say she told me about the things you talked about the other day." Sandra suddenly felt dizzy, though she was sitting down. Had Laurie told him she was a virgin? That she had sucked some boy's cock in a closet when she was a teenager? She felt a sudden urge to get herself out of this situation, and struggled for what she should say. Before she could get anything coherent together, he continued. "I know you're probably feeling mad about that, but she did it because she cares about you. She thought that you might be a woman who is interested in a particular kind of man - a man like me - but she was afraid you wouldn't come if she was completely honest." Feeling a bit more under control, she hardened her features, and looked into his eyes. "So, what kind of man are you, then, that she was afraid to tell me?" "Sandra... Laurie thinks that, like her, you may be craving to be submissive to a man... sexually." "Oh, you have got to be joking." "No, I'm not. This may be a mistake, and it might not be, but please hear me out, before you write me off. If, after this, you want no part of me, or what I have to offer you, we'll go our separate ways. I promise I will be completely honest, and very direct, for better or worse." Sandra bowed her head to her plate, and started swirling some pasta on her fork. "Okay, fine." "I am a sexually dominant man. That means that the kind of relationship I need to be fulfilled is with a woman who is submissive - who is completely devoted to my needs before her own, and who trusts that I will fulfill her needs. If you were to give yourself to me, one of the things you would do would be to pledge your submission to me. You would be required to do whatever I ask of you. You would also have to pledge your body to me - your very beautiful body, I should say. This doesn't just mean that you would promise to only be intimate with me, but that your body would belong completely to me. Your cute little tits, your little pussy... they would belong to me so much so that you would ask me permission to touch yourself before I would ever ask permission to touch you. Despite the feeling that she should be disgusted, Sandra found that she was actually getting turned on by this. She squirmed a little, in her chair, feeling her pussy getting warm and wet from this direct sex talk. She hoped he didn't notice. "In return for your gift of submission, I would be responsible for your pleasure. I would constantly find new ways for us both to explore our bodies and to share pleasure together. We'll share every fantasy. I can spank you, tie you up... I can even take you into my closet and force you to suck my cock. And make you finish the job, too." She fought an urge to reach down and stroke her pussy as he said these things, and she knew it must be completely obvious how turned on she was getting. He stared into her eyes for several long moments. She was confused by her feelings, and was terrified she was going to do something she would regret, one way or the other. "I had better go..." She said, and started to get up. "Sit down." He said, not harshly, but firmly. In spite of herself, she did as he said. She squirmed in her seat, her pussy aching for some kind of attention. He leaned in and grabbed her hand and wrist with one of his hands and held her tightly.. "Sandra, I can give you what you're looking for." His hand was warm. "I want your pussy to be mine. I want you to give yourself to me so completely. I want you to beg me to put my cock inside you. I want to make you beg for permission to cum, and then make you cum, and feel you cum." "No..." She said weakly. She couldn't believe how he was talking to her, but ever more than that, she couldn't believe how excited she was getting. "You should stop." He leaned in closer to her. "Tell me I'm not making your pussy wet just talking about this." "I can't.... I can't...." she shook her head, pulling on her hand, but he did not let her go, "This is totally inappropriate, and you're crazy if you think that..." "Am I? You're not excited right now?" he pulled her hand closer to him, forcing her to lean in towards him, showing more of her cleavage. "You are, aren't you? Maybe I should just come over there and see how easily I can push my finger into your pussy?" She didn't say anything, her mind struggling with the undeniable fact that she wanted him to do it, and she wouldn't stop him if he did, even right here in public. She was shocked, but she knew that if he came over to her right now, she would spread her legs for him - let him put his finger inside of her. She wanted him to come over and make her cum, right here in front of everyone. He was watching her intently, and she realized she was nearly panting. "Listen to your body... listen to your feelings, Sandra. Don't close your mind to this. The decisions you make now are going to determine whether you go back home and live your life as you always have, or if, in the very near future, you may find yourself with your legs spread wide open feeling my warm, hard cock pushing into you." "Please... I don't think I can... I just..." she couldn't even think of any denial to lie with, because she wanted this so badly. He sighed slightly, putting a fifty on the table. "I'll tell you what. I'm going to leave, and I'd like you to come with me. If you don't want to, well, here's my number." He placed a business card on top of the fifty. "Just think about it, and maybe give me a call." He stood up and stared into her eyes for a while, before turning to leave. She was frozen in her seat as he walked away. A woman's voice beside her startled her. "Are you going to want any dessert?" Sandra turned to look at the young waitress - much younger than she was now - and then stood up, grabbing the business card and stuffing it into her purse, and quickly following after James. Near the exit, she saw him duck into a little side room where coats were hung. Sandra walked into the room as James was putting his coat on. "Wait," she said, moving close to him as he turned, and looking up at him. She loved that he was so much taller than she was. "What?" he asked, zipping his coat. "Listen, you can't just..." He interrupted her, grabbing her by the waist and pushing her firmly against a wall. He stared into her eyes, as he reached down and lifted her dress. Her pulse quickened. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked weakly. "You know what I'm doing. Tell me to stop, if that's what you want." When she didn't say anything, he took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled it outward, then slowly moved his other hand toward her. She felt his skin on her stomach first, then brushing downward, through her pubic hair. She spread her legs slightly, and took in a sharp breath as he touched her, gently parting her lips and pushing a finger into her. He slid easily into her wet pussy, his hand coming to rest gently against her skin and pubic hair. He didn't finger her, or rub her clit, but held his finger inside of her. He reached up with his other hand and took hold of her hair, pulling her head back and kissing her deeply. As he kissed her, he slid his finger out and then pushed back into her, curving his finger back, rubbing against her g-spot. She reached up and held onto his arm, already feeling close to having an orgasm. "Oh my God, I think I'm going to cum," she half-whispered. His arm was tense, his muscles hard like cords of rope, as he worked her closer and closer to orgasm. She felt the heat of his body, and she breathed in deeply, loving the smell of him. She was amazed by how quickly she was approaching orgasm, and when she came, she put her head against his arm, shaking and breathing rapidly, trying not to make any noise. Her orgasm didn't last long - probably due to fear of being caught, or uncertainty about what the hell she was doing - but she had never felt more excited in her life. As she started to relax, he slowly slid his fingers out of her pussy and pulled his hand up, out of her panties. She looked up into his eyes as he brought his hand up to her face, putting his fingertips against her lips, pushing gently. Tentatively, she let him push his fingers into her mouth, and licked them softly, tasting her own pussy. As she did this, she reached down between his legs, her hand closing over the hard bulge in his pants. More than anything else in the world, she wanted his cock. She wanted to see it. Feel it. Taste it. Her hand slid up toward his belt, and she started to unfasten it, trying not to think about what might happen if they were caught. Before she got far, he let his hand fall from her mouth, brushing her breast gently on the way down, and took her gently but firmly by the wrists. "You can't just take what you want, Sandra. Not with me. You need to ask first." She nodded. "Okay." He unzipped his coat. "Now get on your knees." She hesitated, then slowly knelt down. "Put your arms behind your back - hold your wrists." She did so as he opened his belt then unzipped himself. He reached down into his pants, then pulled out his cock, long and thick, but not overly hard. Almost without thinking, she opened her mouth and leaned forward. Immediately, she felt him slap her across the face - not too hard, but not all that gently either. She should have felt outraged, but she only felt excited, maybe a little embarrassed, even. "Sit up straight. Open your mouth and look me in the eyes." She sat back on her heels and opened her mouth again, keeping his gaze. He took a half-step forward and placed his cock almost gently onto her tongue and then pushed forward. She kept her mouth open, resisting the urge to immediately start sucking this wonderful cock that was now sliding in an out of her mouth. She could feel him getting harder and harder. "That's very good, Sandra. Now I want you to use your mouth to make me cum." Eagerly, Sandra closed her lips around his cock, feeling how wide and thick it was in her mouth, running her tongue along the head. She wanted so badly to feel it between her legs, pushing into her vagina, taking her virginity with a single thrust, but she knew that this was a test. She had every intention of giving the best blowjob in the fucking world. She started moving her head up and down, letting more and more cock into her mouth. He was clearly much bigger than the boy she had serviced in the closet all those years ago, as that boy's dick had fit almost entirely in her mouth, just barely pushing at the back of her throat. James's dick, on the other hand, was definitely far thicker, and was now pressing against the back of her throat, with a good length of cock still outside her mouth. She heard voices pass by the small room they were in, but they didn't stop, and she ignored them. Hopefully no one else came past, but she wasn't stopping, even if someone did enter the closet with them. She experimented with pushing his cock into her throat, swallowing on it, and succeeded in getting the head of his dick to slide down her throat, though she felt like she might gag at any moment. James made a deep, pleased, groaning sound, which made her feel good and she pushed forward, feeling more cock slip past her lips, and slide down her throat. She held it there for a moment, but she needed to breathe, so she backed off, and took a deep breath through her nose. Her eyes never left his. James smiled down at her and pulled back a step, pulling his cock from her mouth. "That was very good, Sandra. I want you to do it again, when you catch your breath, and then, if you think you can, try to fuck me with your throat." He held his now very long, hard cock in his hand, and as he spoke, he gently caressed her face with it. She nodded. "Okay, I'll try." She took a couple of deep breaths, then tentatively leaned forward and put her lips to his cock. When he didn't object, she pushed forward, loosening her lips so that his cock slid easily into her mouth. He was so hard now that she wasn't sure she could get his cock to go down her throat, even if she could keep from gagging. As the head touched her throat, she paused, fighting back the feeling of choking and breathing evenly through her nose. When she thought he had control of herself, she pushed forward. It was hard, but she managed to get his cock started down her throat, then pushed forward, moving her head from side to side, forcing more and more cock down her throat. She found that dealing with the initial gag reflex was the hardest, and it was easier once she got going. Soon she found it was a bigger problem getting her mouth wide enough to accommodate the bottom of his cock without scraping him with her teeth. She swallowed as much of him as she could, then started to bob her head rapidly up and down, just the smallest bit, feeling his cock moving up and down in her throat. As she felt more comfortable doing this without gagging, she started to increase her movements, bobbing her head up and down more and more, until several inches of cock were sliding in and out of her mouth and throat. She could tell that he was enjoying her work, but she was running out of air. She'd need to take a breath soon. Before she was forced to pull back, James did it for her, grabbing a handful of hair on the back of her head, and pulling her face off of his dick. He stepped back, and took his cock in his other hand stroking it powerfully, inches from her face. "Keep your head back and open your mouth." She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out as he pumped his cock above her. A strained look came over his face and he slowed down, putting the tip of his dick just inside her mouth. Almost immediately, she felt something salty and thick squirt into her mouth, and she realized he was cumming. She knew now why Laurie said that she'd have known if Tom had cum in her mouth. Five minutes ago she had been untouched by any man, and now she was here on her knees, her mouth slowly filling with a man's cum. When James had finished, and slowly backed away, she remained motionless, her open mouth full of his cum. "Good." he said, "Now swallow it." She did as he said, suppressing a grimace as she swallowed. She found it an incredible turn on to swallow his cum, though she couldn't say that it tasted good. It just felt really fucking sexy to let him fill her mouth with the stuff, and then swallow on his command. He tucked his still long and quite hard cock into his pants, and started zipping himself back up. "Open your mouth and show me." he said as he threaded his belt through the buckle. She opened, proudly showing her empty mouth. He smiled and softly stroked her cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. "It's time to leave. If you want, you can follow me to my place." She hesitated, and felt her eyes furrow. "You know what?" he said, "This is a big deal. You shouldn't rush anything." He helped her to her feet. "Let's go our separate ways, and you call me if you want to meet again. I hope you do. You have my number?" Her hand fell to her purse. "Yes." "Good." He leaned down and kissed her softly, on the lips, "I hope you decide to call me." Before she could think what to reply, he was gone. She stood in the small coat room for several minutes, just tasting him, and imagining his beautiful cock between her legs, splitting her open - taking her virginity. Her breathing quickened as she imagined what his dick would feel like inside of her pussy. She took out her phone and dialed Laurie, waiting for her friend to pick up. "Hello, Sandra, how did it go?" "You're a fucking bitch." she said. "Thank you."