There was something about your beautifully deep and depraved mind that completely captivated me. Where did you come from? You were unsuspecting, serendipitous. The happenchance that we would cross paths was narrow, which intrigues me to you all the more. Instantly our messages to one another were wild, infinitely imaginative, a mind to rival mine. It’s rare for me to find a mind that can compete with me, sexually, intellectually. Our back and forth leaves me dripping, wanting and turned on in a way very few people have ever made me feel. You were able to fuck my mind before ever feeling you physically. I don’t even know what you look like yet, but I want you on a deep carnal level.
The first time I saw you at the coffee shop, I was met with a very clean, professional, handsome man wearing a dress suit and shoes, your dark grey petticoat, deep brown eyes, a strong voice and a gentle smile and you smelled good enough to eat. Like a gentleman, as you would always prove to be, you led me to the cashier and firmly told me to order whatever I want, while you stood directly at my side.
By the time we were sitting across from each other I could tell in your eyes you thought I was sexy. I could see the restraint in your face from wanting your hands all over me, your eyes ripping my clothes off. We kept the conversation casual, I even cried at one point, sad about some things I had just been through. You were sweet and you tried hard to focus and listen, making every effort to keep all your other thoughts at bay, everything you could do to keep yourself from fucking me right there on the table.
“Ok Meaghan, shut up. You are whining to this man you are just meeting, he’s going to think you are crazy.” I say to myself, listening to you respond to me. Looking at your dark brown eyes. I see the desire for me in them that you have been so patient to let out. You’re talking and I’m thinking about our discussions online. Seeing this innocent, professional man sitting across from me but knowing the depths of you behind it all. How filthy you really are. The juxtaposition of the version I know of you in my mind and the man that I see in front of me, it turns me on so much.
You must have picked up on the inner dialogue through my eyes, maybe as easily as I saw you in yours because you changed the subject and started to flirt. I bit my lip to respond and began to act a bit shy, but you knew I was turned on. “You want to go talk some more in your car?” you ask suddenly. “Sure, let’s go.” I say with a bit of a devious smile. We put our plates away and gather our things and head out to the parking lot together.
Oh, I feel how bad you want me. I walk with you nervously to my car. I climbed into the driver’s seat and you in the passengers. This felt “safe to talk” with the center console in between us? I don’t trust myself around you already and I’m trying to be good. We talk briefly about how this is the first day my new car is on the road, and I mention I have to leave fairly soon to get my son in some lame attempt to keep something from happening.
You notice subtly that I’m squeezing my thighs together and shaking my legs. Without warning you look directly at my face and reach over to touch me over my brown tight jeans. You groan, noticing how wet I am already. “Mmm, good girl. Unbutton your pants.” You say to me in your deep voice. The sound of your voice and your energy subdue me, and I immediately unbutton myself to let you in.
Quickly you slide a finger into me and then two and I throw my head back in pleasure. Without much leverage or room for your hand you managed to make me gush in less then a minute. The way you groaned in my ear at the feel of the immediate command you had over my body, my pussy, it consumed us both. You took your hand out to release yourself from your pants to show me what this was doing to you, to ask me to stroke your hard cock. I bit my lip and moaned at the delightful size of you, the feel of your girth in my hand, drooling pre-cum.
I somehow managed to glance at the time in my stupor. “Oh my gosh! I’m going to be late to get my son.” I said in surprise. “OK, just another minute.” you said in a growling voice. Just as you were speaking your fingers immediately went inside me. I pulled my pants down just off my hips to give you a bit more leverage. I didn’t want to leave; I wanted you inside me so badly.
Without any time passing at all my head was thrown back in orgasm, lost in the pleasure of you, gushing over and over again all over your hand and my seat, not able to stop. “Fuck!” I said in a whimpering breathless voice. “I’m…in a fucking puddle.” I said in almost mid orgasm while your fingers were still moving inside me. You growled at me, looking at me, this flame burning inside of your eyes and aggressively grabbed my pussy with your fingers deep inside me, pulling me towards you as if to pull me onto your cock.
Coming back into some sort of consciousness that I had left behind, I look forward from my head being thrown back in complete orgasmic bliss. A car was pulling out of a spot two rows in front of us and started driving away and I noticed both the driver and passenger looking at me and giggling to each other. “Oh, fuck I think they were watching my face while i was cumming!” “mmm good.” you responded without a bother in your tone.
You stroked yourself, “fuck, you make me so hard.” “Ugh, I have to leave immediately, I’m going to be so late.” I say staring at your cock, wishing I had the time to let you slide into me. “Fuck.” you say then sharply inhale through your teeth in frustration. You put yourself away while I dart my eyes around the car to find something to put underneath me. “I’m in a fucking puddle, oh my god.” “Good, I want you in a puddle.” you say in a deep dominating growl. “I’m glad we got to christen your new car.” You say to me with a devilish grin. The sound of your voice and words has me moan and bite my lip.
I find something to wipe up my seat and myself and pull up my pants quickly and button myself back up. “Can you come over tomorrow after the kids go to school?” I asked you. “Yes, I think I can.” You respond with resoluteness in your tone and eyes. “Mmm, ok good I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” I said to you in a half moan, already anticipating the feel of you in my mind. I was feeling bad to have left you aching and wanting after having so many orgasms for myself, but I had no time left. We grudgingly said goodbye but with anticipation to see each other the next day.
As I drove away I was in awe of the power you had over the engagement of my mind and body together. I had NEVER had someone finger me like that and make me orgasm so many times especially with such little leverage, still having my pants on and panties in the way. I suspect now, looking back on it, I had let you see the deepest depths of my mind and it made you all the more attracted to me. In turn this somehow gave me freedom, connected a pathway to physical and mental pleasure that now encompassed each other, danced together instead of functioning apart from one another. Because of this, my orgasms weren’t just being commanded by your touch but allured through my mind with your energy.
I didn’t sleep much that night and I had no idea how to prepare myself for you other than to shower. What was I to expect once you got to my house and stood in front of me? I was nervous to say the least, but so horny for you. When you got to my door you knocked, and I yelled for you to come in. As you walked through the door I greeted you in my kitchen, hugged you and we pecked on the lips. Kissing wasn’t something I quite wanted from you yet. I turned around and had you follow me up the stairs to my bedroom. I could feel your eyes undressing me as you walked behind me.
As soon as we got into my room you ran your hands all over my body. The man at the coffee shop that was so politely holding back was now ravaging me. Squeezing my breasts, my ass, rubbing my pussy over my pants, groaning in my ear. We help each other undress and you tell me to get on the bed. I climbed towards the headboard on my hands and knees and turned to lay on my back and look at you.
I watch you grab a condom from your pants pocket on the floor, climb on the bed and on your knees between my legs you rip it open and put it on. Pushing yourself deep into my pussy in one motion I yelped when your big cock hit my cervix. You grumbled in deep pleasure as you pressed every inch into me, watching my face taking you. I fucking hate condoms but even with one you felt so good inside me.
You fucked me hard and deep both of us moaning then suddenly you told me to get on all fours. Nervously I complied and turned over for you. Looking back, I watched you grab your cock and spit on my ass “mmm, I’m going to fuck that tight little ass.” you growled at me. All I could say was “Fuck.” Slowly, you pressed the tip into my ass, and I started whining as you eased yourself into me. “Mmmm. your ass feels so good, fuck, good girl.” you say groaning. I press my face into the pillow and bite it and scream into it as you press every inch into me.
Gently you pull yourself in and out and watch my ass open up more and more for you, watching my body go from tense to now almost willingly taking you. Hearing my painful whine turn into a moan as I learn to accept you. Your strokes progressively get faster and deeper. The condom kept almost pulling off so we both decided to take it off. In one swoop you pushed yourself back deep into my ass raw. I screamed into the pillow.
Your strokes were hard and deep. In an effort to watch my face as I take you from behind, you grabbed all of my hair into your hand and pulled my head towards you. My back arching to you. You jerked my hair to the side to turn my face towards you and had me watch you pound even harder into my ass then you had before. My face wincing and contorting while I scream and all I can do is take you.
Bending over to put your lips to my ear, pressing deep, you ask me, “Your Daddy’s little anal slut, aren’t you?” Hearing you say this, made me melt, infused yourself into my mind. In an instant I knew it was true. “Yes Daddy, you own my little ass.” With every thrust after those words left my lips it felt binding, like the signing of a contract. Then in a few hard thrusts, hair still in your hand and back arched, you cummed deep inside me. The contract was written, your territory marked. You own me, Daddy.
