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Not too long ago 37 year old me matched on an online dating platform. She was 27 years old, her looks caught my eye, her bio indicated that we might have something in common, so I was really excited when it happened. And was as an opener I choose a classic: I referred to something in her bio, then I asked how her day was.
And it worked. We shortly after had a conversation up and running. We found out that we had something in common, but we didn’t set up a date or anything. We kept on chatting for some time, then we decided to exchange numbers, we kept on chatting and then I asked her out for a date. After we got to know each other a little bit.
Our first date, it was great. The best first date I had ever been on. We had a fun evening together. Nope, we didn’t land in bed. But we set up a second date. We clearly were falling for each other. We were chatting more or less the whole day, we told each other next to everything, after our second date we set up a third one.
But during our third evening together she all of a sudden changed into a very, very serious tone: “I have to tell you something. Something that might be a deal breaker for you.”
She struggled to get those words out of her mouth. I encouraged her to go on: “Just go on, I am all yours, it is okay.”
And she kept on going. She donated a bomb: “I have no interest in traditional sex at all. It does nothing for me.”
I had to swallow. It was a hard pill to swallow: “So no sex at all?”
“No, just not the traditional stuff. The stuff you are supposed to do in bed.”
The last thing she said, made me curious. More than just curious. A smile appeared on my face. My smile killed some of the tension in the air. She began to relax a little bit. I kept on asking: “So what do you like to do in bed?”
She dodged my question. She dodged it in a very awesome way: “I’d love to show that to you later, at my place.”
I just said yes. I had nothing to loose, well except her, but well I had to take the risk. After we talked, all the awkwardness, all the tension left the room. She jumped over to me, hugged me and gave me a gentle kiss. The rest of date three was fun, nice and just awesome again.
On our way back to her place, we both got a little bit nervous: I, because I had no real clue on what to expect, she because she had no clue how I would react on what she was planing on doing with me. And well, we did the grown up thing. We talked. She told me that she would stop as soon as I tell her too. We came up with a safe word.
Then we arrived at her place. And once we were in, once we got out of our shoes, she changed. The genuine nice, warm hearted and gentle girl was gone. She was the one in command now. She was the one giving orders. And she gave out one, the most essential rule first: “When I order you to do something, you confirm my order with a yes ma’am, understood?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A smile appeared on her face when she heard those two words. Her first order for me was, to strip naked. From now on, I am not allowed to wear clothes in her place. I did what she told me to do. And nope, I didn’t threw my clothes on the floor, I put it them were she told me that I should put them.
Then she ordered me to follow her into her bedroom. There she made me stand next to the door. Then she got undressed. Damn it, she looked next to perfect. She gave me a raging boner. Once she realized the hard wood between my legs, she commented onto it: “I understand, I am good looking. My body is hot, but well, that ugly thing between your legs, that erection of yours, I think we have to get rid of it.”
I had no clue who to react on what she was saying to me. So I just stood there, and began to take care of my boner issue. I began to jerk off. Totally wrong move. While still being naked, she explained me rule number two: “No touching yourself. It is nothing but disgusting. And it is not good for you. I does more harm than good.”
A “Yes ma’am” came out of my mouth. A pleased expression showed up on her face. Then she gave me my next order: “Help me getting dressed again please. Get some panties out of the drawer over there, get that pair of sweatpants that is hanging over the chair over there and get one of my comfy stay at home hoodies that is hanging from one of the hooks next to the door, please.”
I followed her orders. At first I handed her her panties. She bent over into my direction, she offered me a perfect view on her pussy, while she was putting them on. Needless to say, my dick got even harder. And I had to withstand the urge to dig in. To stick at least my tongue into her tasty looking pussy.
Then I handed her the pants, and then the hoodie. She put booth of them on, and once she was dressed, she ordered me on all my four: “Follow me into the living room.”
Once we arrived at our destination, she placed herself onto the sofa. She covered herself with a cozy looking blanket. Then she ordered me to get some snacks and something to drink from the kitchen. Enough for two people. Once I brought everything, once I had placed everything on the coffee table, she lifted the blanket. An encouraging smile appeared on her face: “Join in.”
So I spent the next two hours cuddling beneath a cozy blanket while watching a movie she had chosen. We even shared some gentle kisses from time to time. And yes, feeling her next to me, having her scent in my nose, it kept my dick rock solid. But we both ignored the hard wood between my legs.
Once the movie was finished, she told me to clean up the sofa, to get rid off the trash and to put the glasses into the dishwasher. Then I should join her in the bathroom. I did as she told me to do, then I headed into the bathroom. She was taking a shower. She was soaping up her curvy body. My boner was pointing straight towards her.
I watched her washing her body. I enjoyed every second of it. When she was finished, after she had turned off the shower, she gave me my next order: “Instead of starring like a pervert that has never seen a naked woman before, can you please hand me a fresh towel?”
I handed her a towel. I helped her rubbing her body clean. Then I handed her her panties, then I got her a T-shirt from her bedroom. She thanked me for helping her. She gave me a kiss on my cheek. I blushed a little bit. Then she handed me a fresh toothbrush and a fresh towel: “Join me in the bedroom, once you are ready.”
Then she left me alone in the bathroom. I took a shower, I brushed my teeth and joined her in the bedroom. There we shared one big blanket, she spooned me for some time then she fell asleep. I joined her in some time later, because my boner, my nasty urges, kept me from falling asleep for some time.
The next morning, I had one of the most severe cases of morning wood in my whole damn live. My cock looked like he was ready to explode. He looked like a perfect porn cock. Rock hard. Hard enough to drive nails into walls.
My mistress took notice of it as soon as I pulled back the blanket: “That looks like it hurts. You really want some relief, don’t you?”
I just nodded with my head: “Yes, ma’am.”
“Well because you were behaving yesterday, I might allow you to give in to your nasty urges.”
A gigantic smile appeared on my face. She gave me a few gentle kisses, then she turned around and opened her nightstand. She pulled some condoms, some lube and to my surprise, a flesh light out of it. Yes, she clearly had some experience with what she was doing.
Then she ordered me to pull condom over my rock hard dick, then she drowned it all in lube, then she took the flesh light and held it above my dick: “You have two minutes from the moment your dick touches the toy. You better get the best out of it.”
Then she lowered the toy onto my dick. Once my glans was in, I began to fuck the toy. I went in as deep as I could. It felt great. Horny made me fuck the shit out of that flesh light. It didn’t took long until my moaning filled the room. I came closer with every thrust. Closer to some relief, closer to an orgasm.
Then she gave me a countdown. Ten, nine, eight, just a few more thrusts. Seven, six, five, once more. Just one fucking more. I am close. Four, three, two, one, cum. The moment she told me to cum, I came. My balls emptied themselves into the condom I was wearing. My body was trembling. A relieved, happy expression appeared on my face.
She smiled at me too. She gave me a gentle kiss while she pulled the toy of my already half limb dick: “Now pull off the condom, and enjoy your disgusting sticky love juice. Clean out that condom for me. Please.”
For a few seconds I was thinking about using the safe word, but something prevented me from doing it. I wanted to keep on going with what we were doing. So I took the condom and sucked my own cum out of it. It took me more than a few moments to pull that stunt. Once my spunk was in my mouth, I swallowed everything. Once I cleaned up after myself, she called me a good boy. For the first time ever. And yes, hearing that, made me blush.
After my disgusting urges got cured, it was time for me to make some breakfast for the two of us. And well, it was the beginning of the first day of many to come that I have meanwhile spent with her, my girlfriend, my mistress.
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