First Time with a Sexy Dom

Literotic asexstories – First Time with a Sexy Dom by SashaS_EroticaQueen,SashaS_EroticaQueen
I should have known when I first laid eyes on him that there was chemistry between us. But being forgetful of scientific facts I did not think this. All I thought was “wow he’s hot”. He had just the right amount of muscle all beautifully sculpted. Handsome face and amazing eyes. And of course, he exuded confidence which is like a magnet to us girls. I remember watching his perfectly shaped ass while he strolled away and sighing quietly to myself. What I would not give to have him fuck me…

Fast forward to today and that fantasy has just become reality. Correction: the reality just blew the crap out of the fantasy.

I blame it all on my forgetfulness of scientific facts because in truth the signs were all there. The accelerated heart rate. The inability to look away from him for more than two seconds. The desire to stand really close despite the fact that it made it difficult to breathe. Oh yeah. I had it bad. I just did not want to admit it to myself. Now I sit here struggling to swallow because the back of my throat hurts… no wait. This story has to be told properly. Starting at the moment I opened my front door to find him standing on my porch.

He flashed me a smile as I opened the door and despite my mental preparation – or perhaps because of it – I felt my heart skip a beat. ‘Damn but he is sexy,’ I thought, trying and failing not to look him up and down. I managed to squeeze out a hello and he in turn started apologizing for being late. Which actually there was no need for but even if there were I would not have cared one bit.

“All good things come to those who wait,” I told him this as I fetched him a drink. Somehow, I survived a brief conversation while my brain screamed at me to just shut the fuck up and kiss him. Seriously, though, the way he was looking at me was most distracting – and it only got worse when we sat down on the couch.

Memory fails me as to what we were talking about while sitting side by side. But the moment that he reached over and pulled me into a kiss will be forever etched in my mind in great detail. About a second before he did it his look changed. Assuming such smoldering intensity that I had to shut up just to stop my heart from leaping out of my throat. Then his hand was on the back of my neck and a crazy heartbeat later he was kissing me. Softly. Leisurely. His lips smooth and full and warm. Though not as warm as the wetness that was starting up between my legs. In absolute rapture I nibbled his lower lip gently and he laughed.

“So, tell me what turns you on,” he said. He held me close while waiting for the answer. As though at any moment he might kiss me again.

I ran through my list as best as I could under the circumstances. What with my brain being scrambled and all.

“Mmm… I like anything to do with bondage, discipline, domination and of course, pain.” I said adding, “I can’t stand vanilla sex. It does nothing for me.”

He agreed with me on that last comment and then he said, “What else?”

Really… talk about putting a girl under pressure. I had to look away from those hypnotic eyes of his so I could focus on my answer.

“Ok, what else… Anal. Golden showers. Obviously oral… wax play, whipping, caning, choking. Oh, and humiliation. I really like humiliation, it’s a big part of domination.”

He asked me a few more questions naming some objects I have heard a lot about but never had used on me. By the end of this intriguing conversation, I was starting to get the idea of the kind of night I was in for.

I say “starting to get the idea”… Really, I did not begin to get it until some hours later… but let us not jump ahead here.

He started innocently enough by taking both our clothes off and getting me to give him a bit of a blow job. He accused me of “skin worship” because I took my time kissing his beautiful torso on my way down. Whatever. You can call it what you want – just let me run my lips over that amazing body. Do not ever believe people when they tell you women do not care about men’s appearance. It is a load of crap. Women love sexy men more than they love ice cream. Just ask me.

I found his cock in need of attention, and I gave it some. I did not go all out purely because I like to take it slow with first-time lovers. Different strokes for different folks, is very much the case when it comes to giving head. Also, I was mindful of the fact that there could be performance pressure. By not appearing too eager I aimed to remove that pressure. I was feeling quite relaxed about the whole process and then it happened. He got hard.

From that moment on I was fucked.

When he first fucked me, I was still coping mentally. I mean I was excited, but I did not lose my head. But then he stopped and pulled out and he asked where the ropes were. I gave him the ropes and he used them to tie a nice corset around my breasts. He tweaked my nipples and sucked on my breasts, and he put his hand between my legs feeling my clit.

“Holy shit, you have such an erection!” he exclaimed to which I said,

“Please. Do not refer to my clit that way.”

But he insisted and I was not in any position to argue. His finger on my clit had made me quite agreeable for a change.

Indeed, it soon became obvious that he had the upper hand there. I could tell by the way he touched me that he knew the female anatomy intimately and as he kept rubbing me gently, I swayed with pleasure leaning on his shoulder for support. He then very mercifully threw me down on the bed and fucked me. And fucked me… and fucked me… He fucked me in at least three different positions, and he used the rope corset as a handle with which to help move my body on and off his cock. By the end of it I was beginning to spin out a little, but he was just getting started.

My next big shock came when he lay me on my back and spread my legs wide open and went down on me. Oh. My. God. The pleasure was just indescribable. I do not know how he did it, but he got my clit to throb as though electrified and he made me even wetter than I already was in three seconds flat. I started moaning helplessly and I threw my head back getting ready to orgasm. And in exactly that moment he stopped. I opened my eyes to see him above me and then I felt his cock in my pussy. He pushed it in at such an angle that it pressed at my internal walls and made me almost faint with pleasure. Then he took it out. I was moaning continually now. Alternating between soft and loud depending on the action he was executing at the time.

Cock in – long and relatively quiet. Cock out – gasping and loud. After the last such insertion I threw my hips after him trying to catch him… I wanted that cock so bad.

In response what he did was ask for some lube. For my ass.

A lesser woman might have screamed in frustration at this point, but I am such a masochist that I did not mind. He let me do the introductions and when my ass was nice and stretched, he lay me down on my stomach and started fucking it. His cock was thick and long, and I could feel it sliding in and out. In and out. Stimulating my anal passages like nothing else. He fucked me so good and with such perfect rhythm that he made me orgasm in my ass. That meant more wetness from my pussy, but I could not complain because he had his fingers in there. I could feel him pressing on all these points making me moan and whimper all at once. Several times I think he pulled his cock out and pushed his thumb inside my ass instead. But I cannot be sure. The pressure and rubbing and pleasure inside my pussy and my ass and the thin wall between them was continuous. As far as I was concerned, he could go on fucking my ass forever.

When he pulled out and flipped me onto my back, I looked at him through entirely new eyes. Whether he noticed my sudden infatuation or not I do not know. I know only that he pulled me up and took me to the lounge room. Where he bent me over the armchair and started spanking my ass. Hard. I took it bravely and did not move away even when the sting got bad. Then I waited with my head hanging while he carried out an inspection between my legs.

“Hmm… you are a masochist,” he said. “This is the wettest you’ve been all night.”

“If you say so,” I told him, wondering and waiting what he would do next. This is a particularly vulnerable state to be in. The not knowing made me so excited that everything he did from that point on made me moan and / or scream. I do not remember the particular order. I know at one point his hand was between my legs masturbating me better than I have ever masturbated myself. He kept kissing me while he did it so that I moaned into his mouth until I came. After that he fucked me with me on top. Then with me a chair. Then back in the bedroom. We are talking hours of fucking by this point. But still he had not come. When I asked about it, he pushed my head down and guided my mouth onto his cock.

I gave him my all. By now I had the most overwhelming desire to pleasure him, and I stretched my jaw open as wide as I could just to help him reach the back of my throat. I worked his beautiful thick cock with my mouth and hand both but when he became truly excited, he took over. Grabbing firm hold of my head his hips started thrusting and his cock went in and out of my mouth at a rapid rate. I focused on controlling the gag reflex – a no small task considering how long he went for.

He throat-fucked me until I stopped thinking about anything but his imminent orgasm and yet when he came, I was not quick enough. He shot a huge load of sperm into the back of my throat and before I could swallow it all I felt some of it pour out of my nose. Coming down from his orgasm he raised his head and looked at me in puzzlement.

“How did you get my cum down there?” he asked. With a happy laugh I wiped the precious snot from my nose and licked it off the back of my hand.

“You deep throated me so hard it came out my nose,” I said. He pulled me into an embrace with a smile.

“Thanks. I needed that,” he said, but all I could think was:

No. Thank YOU…