Yesterday, I had my first date in a while. We’d been chatting beforehand and I already knew we were into rather similar things, and we were both aware that the probability of sex was high. Our original plan was to meet up in a bar (and then maybe head over to his place afterwards…).
I don’t know about my fellow sluts on here, but I have one specific dress I love wearing to dates. It’s classy but shows cleavage, it’s like on the short side without being super short, and just flatters my body and curves.
Normally that’s what I would have worn, but it was still in the dirty laundry pile – so I put on a dress I’d never worn before: black, thin straps, lots of cleavage, lots of back showing – and suuuper short. Like way to short for me (I’m rather tall, and I guess whoever designed the dress had someone 15cm shorter than me in mind….).
That alone would have been fine, probably.
But what I didn’t realize was how windy it was outside. The skirt got lifted up constantly and I was struggling to keep at least mostly covered. So I decided it would be too much of a hassle to walk to a bar first, then to his flat; honestly, I just wanted to get out of public places.
Which is what I texted him while waiting for my tram. As you can imagine he didn’t mind at alllll that I would be coming right over, haha.
In retrospect, that was dumb of me (or should I say… I’m a very stupid slut…?). If we’d met at a bar first, I’m not sure I actually would have followed through. He was nice enough, but smelled of beer and cigarettes from the moment he opened his door; despite supposedly having just come out of the shower. (He didn’t *reek*, but I really dislike the smell of both beer and cigarettes.) He’s also almost twice my age, though that I knew beforehand.
He offered me something to drink, we made small talk for a couple of minutes, then – seemingly from one second to the next – he was all over me, kissing, groping.
That’s the point for me when nervousness disappears, and animal instincts take over.
Before I knew it, his clothes were gone, and I was on my knees sucking his dick. (A pretty nice dick actually; slightly above average in length, with an awesome upward curve.)
I have a strong gag reflex, so it was no time before the blowjob turned rather sloppy with tons of spit and tears – helped further by his rather relentless pushing my head down into his crotch.
After a couple of minutes he motioned for me to continue on the bed, and then after a while he pulled his legs up to his torso and pressed my mouth down on his asshole.
I’m gonna be honest, I love giving rimjobs. Even if everything is completely clean and smell-free, it just feels *dirty*.
From there on I was basically switching between sucking him and rimming him while stroking, and from what I heard coming from him he was enjoying himself very much.
Eventually though, it was obvious that he wanted to progress tunings further, so he spun me around and got some lube and a glass toy out. Something important I haven’t mentioned before: I *love* feeling used for someone else’s pleasure, *especially* if I don’t get any myself – which is why I had already told him beforehand that I wasn’t really interested in PIV sex or getting eaten out or anything like that.
Which he took to heart.
He started by lubing my ass, then pushing two fingers in, helping me relax. Next came the toy – which I was not ready for.
You see, the dildo wasn’t even close to other stuff I’ve had in my ass before. But one, it was glass and therefore not squishy in any way, and two, he wasn’t exactly gentle. In fact he basically rammed the whole thing into me in one go.
That fucking HURT. Which made me scream. Which made him laugh.
Luckily he didn’t push it any further but waited for me to give the ok to continue. After around two minutes, the pain had sufficiently subsided, and he began fucking me with the dildo rather relentlessly for a short while – at which point he apparently decided it was time for him to have some fun again, so he basically hot-swapped the dildo for his dick.
And that’s how I lost my anal virginity. Seriously! I’ve had more toys, fingers and vegetables up there than I can count, but that was the first time I actually got fucked in the ass.
And let me tell you.
I loved it. Toys are always nice, but FUCK the real thing is so much better.
We were in doggy position at that point, so he had full control, picking up pace almost immediately. He made me his bitch, there’s no other way to put it. I don’t know for how long he was fucking me, but I was moaning and whimpering the entire time. He never slowed down for even a second, constantly being balls-deep inside me with hard, fast-paced thrusts. Eventually he started slapping my ass, hard, laughing about how red my cheeks turned.
(Writing this down right now I I’m already getting soaking wet again, craving to repeat this. Fuuuuck I think I’ve been tuned into an anal slut.)
Apparently getting bored of the position, he flipped me on my back, pushed my feet to my head, and started plowing again, this position feeling even more intense (Google tells me this would be called “the seashell”? Idc what it’s called though, it was awesome.)
Then suddenly he pulled out and commanded me to lie down below him. I could actually smell myself on his dick, laying there, tongue out, waiting for my sweet, sweet reward.
….and waiting.
…and waiting some more.
Eventually he gave up, apologizing, saying he’d jerked off too many times the day before..
Ngl, I was a bit disappointed.
We got another glass of water, and sat down on his balcony, still naked. His balcony faces a courtyard surrounded by other houses, I’m guessing about 30 balconies with view on his – no way someone DIDN’T see us.
After some more smalltalk, he suddenly got up and told me he needed to piss. Would I please be so kind to get on my knees. (This is something we’d been talking about beforehand, of course.)
So that’s what I did, knelt down, opened my mouth right under his dick, and – he was pissing in my mouth, not even a warning before it started or anything. I closed my mouth around his cock and started swallowing as fast as I could, occasionally tapping on his legs to let him know to slow down. Eventually I couldn’t take any more (the taste wasn’t as disgusting as it could have been, thankfully, but it wasn’t exactly water either; later he told me the last three drinks he’d had before I arrived were all beer, go figure). He didn’t mind though, and resorted instead to peeing all over my body and face.
Can you imagine how freaking used and humiliated I felt? Yes? I was loving it so, so much. This has been my number one kink for ever (my username is not a joke), and finally I actually got to experience what I’ve been dreaming about for so long. So that’s another thing I’ll definitely repeat.
Eventually he was finished using me as his personal little urinal, and told me to go get showered quickly. When I got out of the bathroom he was already lying on his bed again, cock limp. Which obviously wasn’t acceptable, so I took that as an invitation to start sucking him again, this time at a much more leisurely pace. I think I continued like this for at least 15min, before once again I felt him push my mouth down to his – now rather sweaty and a little smelly – asshole, where I gave my best to properly clean him, while he started jerking his dick.
Out of nowhere he pushed me away, got up, and blew his load all over my face. I think he was surprised himself how suddenly it happened, but it was a huge load – I managed to get a lot of it into my mouth, though my cheeks, eyes, forehead and even nostrils got their fair share as well. As it should be.
He laid back down, happily satisfied, and told me I could go wash it off.
The subtext being: we’re finished here; I got to cum, you served your purpose.
(This would probably be a good point to end this recounting, but if you don’t mind, I’ll just add another paragraph or two!)
I got back in the shower to clean up the mess we’d made, then put my way-too-short dress back on, and headed for my tram back home. Somehow I’d also gotten lube on some parts of the dress.
Do I need to paint a picture for you here?
Young woman, incredibly short dress, lube stains, it’s dark outside, messy hair, 15 minute walk back home from the station.
That’s how you get raped.
I got lucky and made it back home unharmed, though the entire way I had a high-pitched voice in my head screaming about stupidity and carelessness and well-deservedness of whatever might happen.
But if this wasn’t a perfect first date… I don’t know what is.
**TL;DR:** Met a guy twice my age in his apartment. Sucked him, rimmed him, got fucked in my ass. Drank his piss straight from the tap. Sucked and rimmed him some more. Got my face painted white. Barely made it home in on piece.
