Blind date
He had a girlfriend, yes, but there was a constant lack of sex. And the sex had become somewhat bland. So he was drawn to adventures. At first, he cheated by chance. The department head at the New Year's office party drank too much and during
a passionate speech and a walk around the table with employees, she ran her hand through the hair on his head. Everyone noticed, but no one let on, and then it was one of the best blowjobs of his life. But flings with superiors never lead to anything good, and within a week he was transferred to another department. Then there was some woman, the owner of the hair salon he went to. At the time, he couldn't even imagine he would sleep with a woman ten years older than himself. But he liked it. Once, he booked a haircut at the end of the day, and she cut his hair herself. Then she asked him for a ride because her car broke down in the morning. The sex was short but pleasant. He got a little flustered when, upon entering her, he heard.— Come right inside me, don't be afraid. I won't get pregnant.
But he didn't want to continue. Then he decided to act more purposefully. Registering on a dating site, he started sending the same message to girls. "Not looking for a relationship. Ready to meet once or twice. I'm your chance to fulfill any secret desire of yours."
— Hi. I have a husband, warning you right away. There will be no relationship. We can meet at my place, but only during the day. I want to try rough sex without romance or apologies. If that works for you, let's meet.
This was exactly the message he was waiting for. The subsequent correspondence wasn't long. He agreed and specified the day. The girl wrote.
And now he's here, sitting in the car, waiting for ten o'clock. Until this moment, he was told not to do anything. The last people at the bus stop leave the area, and everything around seems to freeze. His heart is pounding fast. Very fast.
Closing the car door, he hesitates for another second, wondering if he should or not. Finally, gathering his courage, he heads towards the entrance. He remembers the apartment number by heart. His hand reaches for the intercom button and freezes for another second. Then he presses it with a sharp motion and pulls his hand back as if touching hot metal. No one asks anything through the intercom, but a woman's voice says "come in" and simply opens the door with two clicks and a characteristic sound.
At least there really is a girl there, he thinks, riding up in the elevator. Then a knock on the door, and here he is on the threshold. A short girl, about one meter sixty, opens the door for him. A carelessly cut bob, chestnut hair, but a pretty face. She's standing in a robe. Bare legs, in slippers.
— Come in," she says.
He remembers the instructions.
— No foreplay or tea-time conversations. I want to be obedient.
Dropping his jacket on the floor and closing the door behind him, he steps inside without saying a word.
— Sit," he orders her, right in the hallway.
The girl obeys. By her pink cheeks, he sees she likes it. The girl gets on her knees, right in front of him, but somehow slowly, not briskly. Then he puts a hand on her shoulder and makes her move faster. An awkward second, but she no longer hesitates. Unzipping his fly, she immediately takes his cock out and starts sucking. Right in the hallway. He sees her breasts through the open robe. More precisely, what girls are usually shy to call breasts. First size, verging on second. But she sucks well. His cock, already rock-hard from the situation itself, is now literally bursting. She's trying, but he feels he wants more. Authority. He takes the belt out of his pants.
— Stand up!" he says to her. The girl complies. He turns her back to him. The robe covers her ass. He wants to fuck her, but first he plans to play. Taking her hands and pulling them behind her back, he binds her wrists together with the belt in one place. She arches with pleasure. Seems like it's time to move to the bedroom. He leads her into the room and puts her on her knees, back to him. He lays her face down on the bed, knees on the carpet. He pulls her panties aside. The girl is silent. It's arousing.
— Slut," he says to her, rolling the condom he pulled from his pants.
— Yes, I'm a very bad girl, do what you want," she forces out.
He enters, getting on his knees. She's all wet. It's arousing. His cock penetrates easily. He moves his buttocks back and forth. She moans. He looks at her panties pulled down to her knees.
— What do I want?" he asks and spits on her just above the anus. Without stopping his thrusts, he watches as the saliva runs down the crevice. His finger reaches for her hole. Her body begins to writhe.
— It will hurt me, stop," she says, but doesn't get up and doesn't stop him in any way.
He pulls his cock out and lifts it with his hand. It's aimed at the anus. He pushes the head, but the butt doesn't give in. The hole is too tight. Then with his index finger, he starts spreading the saliva around the hole and inside it.
— Wait, I have lube," she says and quickly pulls out a tube from somewhere.
He flips the cap open. Squeezes out the lube, first onto the condom, feeling the coolness, then rubs it into her hole. He sees she's coming. A few drops of fluid fall from her vagina onto the carpet. He takes her by the hips and enters. Not quickly, but all at once. She arches like a wave and asks him to continue. It's tight in the hole; he feels it clenching and unclenching. He starts moving. Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast. At some point, he feels he's about to come. Then he pulls his cock out of her ass, turns her over, takes off the condom, and comes right on her face. Both are breathing heavily. She's already freed herself from the belt. Her hands are massaging his balls.
— Leave, my husband will be texting soon, saying he got to work. I don't want to lie to him at that moment," she says.
He smirks. Takes his things and leaves.