Miss M PT 1.

A curious swipe right on ML (Well use this name for now) led to an intense serious of events. In her photos, I could sense a daring nature which instantly caught my intention and began my day dreaming on the idea of her surrendering to my dominance, and exploring her deepest desires.

Whilst doing some work on my car to get it running again. My phone made the distinctive tinder notification sound, so I hovered my fingers over the screen, in anticipation on whether I caught the attention of ML. My heart was pounding like it rarely did in these situations, and I stared at my screen, trying to focus my eyesight as they were coated in dust from working under the car. Her bio was a tantalizing mix of submission and mystery, slightly hinting at finding a man to challenge her and make her succumb. After taking a deep breath to compose myself, I opened the notification. To my delight, it appeared as if my daydreaming had simultaneously manifested my dreams in to fruition. I eagerly began to type,

“Hi, ML, I think I might be what you’re looking for.”

Subtly hinting that I knew what she was truly seeking, but in hindsight, realistically It appears more that I was testing the water on whether I was a random swipe right or if she had proposed plans for our future. I placed my phone back under the car to use the flashlight again, and the moment I had picked up my ratchet with the infamous 10mm, her response came faster than i expected.

“What do you mean, what exactly do you think I’m looking for?”

Our messages flew back and forth, each one building the tension until it reached a point I hadn’t touched my car in a very long time, and laid pressed up against my car like a high-school girl texting her crush. With an objective to arrange a date, I reluctantly geared the conversation away from the entrancing conversation, until it was an appropriate time to set up a date & time. Eventually, I asked to meet for drinks at a jazz club in Morley, to which she agreed.

The cellar like door of this place was tucked away amongst the busy main road, in an unappealing building. A hidden gem that only those in the know or at least the competency to use google would find. Ascending the wide and short steps, the air grew thick with the scent of rich mahogany and aged tobacco, intertwined with the faint echo of sultry jazz. A deep crimson fabric left a stark contrast against the dimly lit interior. The labyrinth appearing club, full of low-slung tables and plush leather booths, bathed in the warm glow of flickering candlelight’s. The jazz band shifted into a slower, more sensual melody, the saxophones moan filling the air like a lover's whisper. Although jazz not being my first choice of music, I remember listening to Dave Brubecks take 5 for the first time a few years ago and I slowly began to build an appreciation for the genre, so I thought this would be the perfect venue to set the mood. The air hummed with the low murmur of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of crystal glasses and the smoky wail of a saxophone

ML dressed carefully, choosing a tight dress that clung to her like a second skin. The deep V of her neckline promising glimpses of the soft & creamy flesh beneath. On top she wore a a jean jacket that hinted at her curves whilst carefully hiding the way it followed her body, as to not give too much away. Her hands trembled slightly as she approached me. Her eyes scanning the crowd until they finally landed on me. She was even more striking in person, a large sense of confidence in a petite and fit body, exuding a raw and commanding presence suggesting her submission was to be earnt npt given. I myself prefer to earn my submission through charm more than raw demanding domination initially. I Intentionally styled my hair, so my eyes would pierce through a slither of hair, intensely locking onto hers as she approached.

I felt my breath catch in my throat, as I called out to ML, standing to greet her. I will say it was very odd for me, the way she was able to throw me off my usual composed nature, without necessarily doing or saying anything. Indicating to me she was a secret force to be reckoned with (or I was just especially nervous that night hahah). As cliche as it is, I promptly said something along the lines of, “You’re even more beautiful than your pictures.” Like I said I was nervous for some reason, bear with me please hahah.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady, barely audible over the loud saxophone and piano. She took the seat next to me in the booth, her legs crossing demurely, as she tried to emanate her coyness.

The heat of her body radiated against my arm as she said whilst smirking, ”You look like you're up to no good," causing me to swirl the amber liquid in my glass before taking a slow sip to calm my nerves and curate a response, to her unsuspected words that caught me off guard. The best I could come up with, was to ask what makes her say that as I leaned in playfully. To which she replied something along the lines of, because I was looking at her like I was waiting to sink my teeth into her as she chuckled, her eyes never leaving mine. I was close enough to smell the traces of wine under her breath, revealing to me a false sense of confidence hidden behind a few drinks (or at least that’s what I told myself to calm my nerves and use as leverage to control the conversation). I replied that she wasn’t far off, feeding into the vibes she was dishing out like an entree, and were soon to plot out the rest of the evening.

The conversation flowed easily, but beneath the surface, the sexual tension was palpable. I remember suggesting subliminally that she was going to be a hard person to break , referring to her slight shyness but leaving connotations of the fun to hopefully ensue, to insulate the challenge of appeasing her submissive nature. ML’s breath hitched, her eyes flicking to mine before dropping to her lap.

“I can handle anything”, she said as I began to notice her hands consistently brushing against my thigh, inching ever so slightly up my leg each time under the table. After a night full of sexual tension and suggestive touching, by the time we left the club, i felt as if i was walking on air. Her presence was intoxicating, and i found myself craving more. More of her touch. More of her suggestive and teasing nature. More conversation. presence as a whole. Before we parted ways, she expressed how she was dreading her weekend, as it was full of studying for upcoming exams. Upon asking, I realised she was studying at the university I lived in the dorm room of (I don’t live there anymore incase anyone tries to track me haha). I revealed I stayed there and suggested that we head back there to continue our night with more drinks and maybe a movie, as I assumed she had to have lived close to the university.

She nodded without hesitation, and the moment we stepped inside the apartment, it was if the air shifted. I closed the door behind us and when I had turned to face her, she was patiently waiting, staring intently into my eyes with an expression hardening with intent. Without a word, I lifted my hand and placed my fingers under her chin, gently drawing her face towards mine. After a passionate kiss like a couple separated for years, I questioned if she could still handle anything, to which she responded intently. Pinning her against the wall, my hands moved deliberately with roughness keeping her in her place. ML’s body arched as my hands traversed around that dress, eager to reveal its hidden secrets, as my hands grasped at her breasts. Squeezing her creamy soft skin out and through the top of the V line of her dress, while she let out gentle moans into my mouth.

“I think I finally broke through” I said as I bit the bottom of her lip, pulling away to gaze into her eyes, as she nodded and her eyes widening and chest heaving. With eyes waiting in anticipation, I stepped back and unbuckled my belt, eyes never leaving hers.

“Get on your knees.” (A bit corny now looking back but I was lost in the moment lol). Taking off her jacket as she let out a yes sir and proceeded to obeyed my order. Her legs folding beneath her, kneeling before me. I pulled down my slacks, causing my now hard cock to spring free from its captivity, thick and veins pulsing. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around it tentatively, as I gripped the roots of her hair tightly and pulled her head forward. She took in as much as she could, bobbing her head with nothing but passion like a moth to a fly, almost as if her position was nature over nurture. I let out a groan and my grip of her hair tightened, allowing me to forcefully thrust into her mouth, fucking her face with deliberate force.

“Take it all.”

As she did her best, her throat tightening as i pushed deeper, and balls slapping against her chin. She continuously gagged but never gave in nor did I relent, hands holding her in place. When i finally pulled away, ML was gasping for air, her lips swollen and her mouth drooling with the by product of her hardcore allure.

Her body was on fire, her panties damp ( so I thought) with need. I grabbed her arm, pulling her to her feet before bending her over my desk. Yanking her dress up, and to my surprise she wasn’t wearing any panties, to which I assume now to prevent panty lines being visible in her tight dress. Expressing how perfect her ass was on her seemingly petite body, I raised my hand to deliver a sharp smack. Before beginning to gently enter my fingers from behind and slowly increasing the pace whilst I lent over delivering careful whispers into her ear, causing her to release a storm of torrential rain all over my desk chair, coating my fingers as she cried out and her body jolting. Slightly forgetting how thin the walls are, I covered her mouth with my free hand and pulled her head back to stare into her eyes as I express delivered an order of pleasure.

Impatiently, I spanked her again, and again, each strike leaving a large red handprint that contrasted sharply with her pale skin, her pussy throbbing with need. Without warning, i slammed into her from behind, my cock stretching her open, filling her completely. Her nails digging into the desk, each thrust sent shockwaves causing an assortment of pens and stationery to roll off the desk. Her walls clenched around me, as I reached my fingers around finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles.

Her body tightened as her pussy squeezed on my cock, i continued to fuck her through her climax, with my own release following soon after. I promptly and reluctantly pulled out, laying my hot cum on her perfect ass, as my body shuddered against hers. For a moment, we stayed like that, catching our ragged breaths and our bodies slick with sweat. I then believe I turned her to face me before leading her to my bed, where we collapsed onto the mattress, pulling her into his arms and laid there for what felt like eternity briefly catching our breaths and conversing.