First Date

I promised you tales of my past sexual exploits and to start off I thought I might tell you about the time I gatecrashed a first date while out for a drink with a friend and ended up getting fucked.

I used to love a good night out but I’ve always hated the post work Friday night crush that spills into every available space in and around a pub. I used to get round it by having very sharp elbows and a total and utter lack of shame about standing so close to people leaving their table I practically slid over their knees as they stood up to grab their still warm seats.

It was inevitable this would catch up with me at some point and so it happened in that in a favoured pub in Shoreditch shortly after settling down with a close friend and a bottle of white wine one Friday night, a guy asked if he and the woman he was with could share the table and just sat himself down before we say no.

It was exactly the kind of arrogant bullshit that goes straight to my cunt if the guy is handsome enough and this guy was a knock out. Tall and dark with cheekbones you could cut yourself on and that look of barely suppressed filth. No wonder he was on a date.

I was drinking my wine and listening to my friend’s exploits with an investment banker she was dating at the time while enjoying the company and gradually I became aware that our neighbours were not having such a good time. Despite being squashed in close enough to feel each other breathe they were on two different dates.

She seemed to be on the kind of date that is auditioning for a boyfriend as she ticked off each relevant topic of career, five year plans, kids and what to call their first Labrador. He was responding to each intro with an attempt to flirt and create some kind of light hearted rapport that was tanking each time. It was a mismatched car crash neither of them was enjoying and I was fascinated.

I think he must have sensed my interest because he seemed to stop focusing quite as much on her and start to address his responses more generally to the table as if appreciating an audience. His date surprisingly did not feel the same way to begin with but as their tension approached actual argument she seemed to hope she could get two women on her side and gang up on him.

She certainly got my friend onboard almost immediately and with in minutes they were chatting like long lost friends leaving me to talk to him. And I was very receptive to his flirting which as soon as his date realised made her much more interested in him and plunged the table into a different sense of tension.

Being British, their answer to that was to buy more drinks and a second bottle of wine appeared on our table for my friend and I only for my new found frenemy to pull the ‘oh we must be somewhere else’ trick about twenty minutes later counting on the fact we’d stay where we were drinking free booze and whisk her date away before he could flirt further with me.

She hadn’t counted on me being just past the point of sober to behave and him having sneaked a beermat with his phone number onto the table before he left. I had texted him before she must have decided what they were doing next. His reply was prompt and to the point telling me to meet him in the Holiday Inn nearby in an hour.

My friend was oblivious to this all and my excuses for saying I was going home early for once on a Friday night and insisting on waiting with me at the bus stop before walking round the corner to her house. I had actually board the bus to get rid of her and go two stops down the road before doubling back to the hotel.

I felt like a fucking idiot when I was just on time and he wasn’t with no sign in the next ten minutes in bar or reception. I was debating whether to text him passive aggressively for embarrassing  me or slink away and sober up. I was going with the second option when three digits appeared on my phone.

I was up the stairs and standing outside the hotel room seeing the door ajar before it occurred to me that curiosity is said to kill the cat. But I was certainly thinking only with my pussy when I pushed the door open to find him standing there completely naked and considerably cockier than he had even seemed in the pub.

He didn’t have to tell me to get on my knees. The next thing I knew I had my back pressed up against the closed door with his cock in my mouth too distracted to care if he was a serial killer or not only paying attention to my increasingly wet cunt.

He was certainly arrogant enough to make it all about himself first, stopping and backing away from me each time I hit the kind of stride on his cock that might make him come so that I had to crawl across the floor toward him to be allowed to start sucking him again.

I had got as far as the bed when he decided to pay me attention by flipping me onto it face first and pulling my jeans off and pressing his cock against my still clothed cunt so I ground against him until I was clearly desperate for him to fuck me

For a man who’d had his cock sucked to the point of orgasm repeatedly he fucked me hard and intensely until I came round him and then he pushed my face hard into the bed by my hair so my make up smudged as my eyes ran and I squirmed under him as he came into me for what felt like forever.

I was still face first in the bed legs hanging over the edge when he pulled my panties back into place and started threading my foot back into my jeans. Between being tipsy, fucked senseless and enjoying the powerlessness he’d created in me, I didn’t fight it letting him dress me and pull me to my feet and point me back towards the door where my coat and bag were and steer me out into the corridor.

I don’t remember either of us exchanging a single word and I was walking through reception looking exactly like I’d been fucked stupid and sent away again within an hour of arriving. I was too amused by how much his actual date would have freaked out his plans for the evening had been while I had embraced every inch of it…

First Date

Three Is The Magic Number

My Master was feeling sociable over the long weekend inviting me round for both drinking and plenty of fucking. I’m not sure if he really needed to send Princess to the shop for mixers when I got there or if he was being cunning.

But it did give us the perfect opportunity to welcome her back by finding me on my knees with his cock in my mouth. She was a  little bit jealous until our impromptu threesome later that night where she got to swallow Sir’s come before their friend came to join us for drinks.

The three of us went to Pride in July and it was one of my favourite days of the summer. As well as hanging out together we met up with a friend of my Master and his date for the day who was great fun and seemed to very much enjoy Sir’s company. So I wasn’t surprised when he turned out to be the friend my Master had invited round to join us for drinks.

We had fun getting drunk and silly before he went off to meet some friends for a night at the Two Brewers. Princess and I poured more drinks while my Master showed him out and it’s just as well we know how to entertain ourselves the two of us because Sir was gone for quite some time.

Princess and I would have been disappointed if he’d come back and hadn’t told us that there’d been kissing but we were thrilled and more than a little turned on when he told us that the kissing had turned into the friend wanting a proper taste and sucking Sir’s cock in the communal hallway outside their flat.

We spent the rest of the night trying to persuade him to go round to his friend’s the next day and fuck. Surprisingly he didn’t take his wife and submissive up on the encouragement to fuck another man even if he did agree with us that it was impressively slutty for him to have got his cock sucked by three different people in the space of two hours…

Three Is The Magic Number

Buy Me

Sometimes when my Master is feeling particularly generous he sets me challenges involving my two favourite loves together so that I combine sex and online shopping. A few weeks ago I had some money for him and when I enquired how best to pay it to him, he told me to take it and buy something for me and for Princess that he would appreciate but make him smile.

My mind has a tendency to go blank when I am put on the spot (making me terrible at decisions about where to eat) so presented with such a shopping challenge I had no ideas to begin with. Then sitting in a very serious meeting later that night the answer came to me so strongly I had to check I hadn’t just said it out loud by accident.

I’ve been entertaining ideas about a spreader bar for quite a while now and here was my opportunity. I came straight home from the meeting and ordered one from Lovehoney. Annoyingly I then had issues with my postman not turning up on a Saturday and missed my chance to show off my purchase straightaway.

Instead I ended up wrapping the box up with a little clue to what it was on the tag and leaving it for my Master when he came back from a business trip last week. I was intrigued to see if he’d guess what I’d gone for but I think I still surprised him with it. He smiled when he saw what I picked and then we ate dinner and it looked like he forgotten already.

But my Master never forgets a moment to be kinky and about fifteen minutes before a friend of his was due to arrive for drinks, he ordered Princess and me into the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what would be hotter, her wearing the bar or me but I guessed correctly that he’d literally harness her brattiness first.

He left her on the bed legs spread wide squirming in the spreader bar while he bent me over and fucked me in front of her. Then when her bratty streak turned into begging he pulled her legs up in the air with the bar and fucked her so deeply she almost came from that alone.

She definitely came when he pulled the bar over his head and laid it across his shoulders to hold her up and open and fuck her senseless as I watched and enjoyed every second. He was clearly loving her helplessness when he pulled out of her cunt and told me to get between her legs to lick her cunt while he came in her mouth.

We just had time for to get dressed again when the doorbell went but not enough time to be sure where the box for the spreader bar was to hide what we’d been doing…

Buy Me

Domestic Sluttery

Sometimes it’s the little day to day things in life that get your libido going. My friend who is a fetish photographer calls them ‘pervertables’. It could be using the wooden spoon you usually stir the sauce with to spank your partner as you fuck in the kitchen or using your tights to tie someone to the bed. They aren’t designed for kink but they work for kink.

And both my Master and Princess were in a pervertable mindset this weekend thanks to their new sofa. Their previous one was perfectly stylish but strangely enough not built for three people to fuck on at once. But they’d had a new one delivered and I was amused that both of them had the idea of christening it more foremost in their mind than asking if I liked the colour of the upholstery.

My Master instructed me to come dressed to fuck and that meant bare legs and a very tight skirt so I noticed immediately that that upholstery felt excellent on bare skin. I think my Master knew I was instantly in the mood but enjoyed the delayed gratification of making me wait and watch as the new waist trainer pushed my tits up and back straight against the cushions.

The sofa was extremely comfortable and the only reason I was squirming on it was the temptation to lie back on it and use it as the excuse to let my knees fall open and flash my bare cunt at both of them in sheer greed to start the fucking.

Sir could sense my impatience and told me to get to my knees on the floor instead. Instead of telling me off for disobedience, he put my collar back round my neck after I’d been without it for a few months. The weight of it on my neck went straight to my cunt and the click of it closing certainly went straight to his cock.

He took full advantage of having two women kneeling in front of him and had both Princess and I sucking his cock at once. But it seemed a shame to leave that lovely sofa out and he had me lying on my back on it in no time, taking turns between fucking me and having Princess over me licking my cunt to taste his cock on me.

Then he used all that space available to lift Princess up onto the edge of the sofa so she was standing on it with her back to him, facing the mirror with her ass up in the air so he could lean her over and fuck her incredibly hard while I lay beneath with my cunt getting wetter and wetter as I watched them.

I’ve rarely seen Princess take my Master’s cock harder than at that angle and it made me incredibly greedy for being fucked that hard by him too. Luckily my Master took pity and had me get up on my hands and knees for him so he could fuck me from behind while Princess lay under me alternating licking and playing with my clit.

And he fucked me as hard as he’d fucked Princess until he came into me so hard I collapsed face first into Princess’s cunt as she licked me clean and I enjoyed seeing how wet she’d got watching us fuck and didn’t want to take my face away again.

Luckily the sofa is large enough we could continue like that while my Master was able to sit and watch with his feet up and a drink in his hand…

Domestic Sluttery

Surprise

After I spent the afternoon with Princess the other day, both of us were incredibly hungry and she invited me to have dinner with her and my Master.

Knowing they were meeting friends, I accepted expecting just food, but I should have known my Master would have other plans.

We got back to their flat and when Princess went into the bathroom to repair the make up I’d spent all afternoon happily smudging all over her face, my Master ordered me to kneel outside the door with his cock in my mouth for her to see when she came back out.

She found the sight incredibly hot and next thing both of us were on our knees in front of him taking turns to suck his cock and kiss each other. I was so wet she could feel it through my trousers as she put her hand between my legs.

The doorbell ringing in the middle of it didn’t put my Master off his stride at all. He simply ordered both of us to ignore it and for me to open my mouth and put my tongue out as he stroked his cock in front of my face.

Just as the bell rang a second time, he put his cock in my mouth and came hard into it. A few seconds later with the taste of his come on my lips I was sitting at the kitchen table while he pretended to his friend that the doorbell wasn’t working hence the delay.

I’m pretty sure when the friend finally arrived that I looked like butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, let alone that I’d just had my Master’s cock in it…

Surprise

Cake and Cock

I never quite seem to know what date it is so it’s very helpful when Facebook prompts you about someone’s birthday. In this case, it’s a close friend and I’d already remembered to send a card.

But sending the card didn’t prompt my memory of her birthday last year quite as clearly as that Facebook reminder. That was the night I discovered all the slutty fun you can have at the Barbican.

My friend was just about to move into a flat there so we all met in one of the bars for drinks before heading across to her new place together so we didn’t get lost in that confusing lay out.

As soon as we reached her flat, I told my friends I’d left my bank card in the bar and was nipping back to get it. In fact I was meeting a French guy in the bar to take him into the toilets and suck his cock on my Master’s orders.

I recognised him as I walked past and went to the toilets. I’d told him what I wearing and I knew he recognised me from my description. I texted him and told him which cubicle I was in and waited on my hands and knees for him.

He knocked and realised as he did that the door was slightly open. As soon as he came into the cubicle, he locked it behind him and lent against the door as I undid his flies. I’d already seen his cock on a picture he’d sent earlier and I was looking forward to having it in my mouth.

I love that feeling when you put a hard smooth cock in your mouth and still feel it get harder as your lips slide up and down it. That little twitch goes straight to my cunt every time and as I was wearing a pair of jiggle balls it had even more effect.

Kneeling in front of him in fishnets and a pencil skirt, him with his hands in my hair (it’s so odd thinking back to before I started wearing a wig) I sucked his cock until he came in my mouth.

He let himself out of the cubicle and went back to the seat where he’d left his drink while I checked to make sure I hadn’t destroyed my eyeliner. Then I walked out into the bar, kissed him on the lips, tasting of him and left without exchanging a word.

I texted my Master as I walked back to my friend’s flat and told him how wet the whole experience had made me. He told me to go into the bathroom at my friend’s flat and make myself come with four fingers inside me and not to make a noise.

The only noise I wanted to make was a thank you for that unbelievable orgasm while the noise of a party went on around me but the second I walked out the door, a cocktail and some cake was shoved into my hands and I couldn’t get to my phone to message my thanks for ages.

Instead I stood and chatted with old friends with the taste of come and gin on my lips and hopefully not too guilty (or self satisfied) a look on my face, very aware that I was still soaking wet and incredibly turned on.

When I did get to my phone finally, I discovered I’d missed the chance to meet up with someone else whose cock I could have sucked and come while I did it. That was definitely the night I realised I was completely my Master’s submissive slut…

 

Cake and Cock

Dirty Martini

One of my favourite places in London is the Barbican. I like the otherworldliness of it and the self contained feel it has. Discovering that it has spacious discreet toilets tucked away to get up to all kinds in only made me like it more.

I’ve used them on the instruction of my Master one before when I was at a party at the Barbican and slipped from one bar to another to suck cock and reappear before any of my friends noticed I’d gone missing.

So when I was following his orders again this weekend, the Barbican seemed like a good place to get some practice in. I had put an ad on Craigslist to narrow down who to meet by asking men to describe the way they make a martini and I would pick the one that matched how I like mine.

I met a man who knows that martinis should only ever involve gin, three olives and be as dry as humanly possible and made the best of the fact the bar I wanted to use was closed for refurbishment, ducking into a well hidden toilet I only know about because a friend used to be a resident.

With its heavy door and the thick carpets of the Barbican blotting out the sound of all the people being cultural, it seemed like an excellent place to be doing something very private. He leaned against the wall, cock already hard in his jeans and I knelt down in front of him and unbuckled him so that it sprung out of the top of his boxers eagerly and straight into my mouth.

I discovered that wearing a corset allows you to arch your back more easily to let him tilt his hips and push his cock further into your mouth so you can open it wider and relax your jaw to suck with deep sloppy strokes. With my hands on his legs, he came into the back of my throat with a sound so muffled it vibrated through his body at the same time.

He left and I made sure I didn’t look like I’d been up to anything I shouldn’t in polite company. Then I went downstairs and sat by myself on a high seat at the Martini Bar in my corset and latex stockings and ordered the very drink he’d suggested in the first place.

I think that’s the first time I’ve ever drunk a martini with the taste of a stranger’s cock on my lips and it turns out a dry drink goes very well with a wet cunt…

 

 

Dirty Martini