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A girl never forgets her first Dom. This is a true-ish story about meeting a Dom at a little bar and being blown away by the experience. It hit me as I was driving down La Cienega that this was going to be the first time I actually meet a man at a bar. When you're underaged in LA with a taste for musicians, you just sneak yourself in through the back with a cig in your mouth, ask the guy with the most calloused fingers for a lighter and decide you'll be going home with him once you confirm he's there to play a show. I was past that now. After fucking every stereotype in LA, I needed something different. I sought him out on a certain alien-adorned message board. He hit all my pre-requisites: over 30, writes in complete sentences, big dick. And before I knew it, I was asking for his permission to make myself come. Two orgasms = Two big thank you's to Sir. He picked out my outfit and told me to meet him on a Friday night. After getting catcalled by random LA street vendors, I felt confident in my attire. Less Theory and more Trashy. I pulled up, took a deep breath as I exited my car and grabbed the ticket from the valet attendant. That's when I felt his eyes on me. Obviously the creepy valet guy, but also from behind me. I turned around to greet him. I was intimidated and oddly terrified of looking like a paid companion. He was quiet which made me second guess everything. Once we settled in, I could feel his gaze all over me. It was electrifying. I politely asked for a vodka soda because this obviously wasn't the time and place to discuss whiskey. I silently judged him for his choice in bourbon when he sat us down into a booth and cozied up next to me. I had to remind myself that this wasn't a date, this is just meeting for dirty sex. So we got right to free amatuer galleries the topic. He was eager to have me call him Sir, reminding me how he preferred to be addressed. I obliged. I boldly reached on his lap, grabbed his bulge, and asked him, "Is this for me, Sir?" That's when the sweet and pure version of me disappeared for the night. I'm still disappointed that it took that long to finally feel his hands on me. I could feel the blood rushing in his veins as his breath hit my neck. I was done. He wanted to talk logistics. No, I don't need to text someone your address- I don't want anyone to know I'm fucking someone who lives in the this neighborhood! No more talking, let's get out of here. Creepy valet knew what was up, and still took forever to get my car. I loved that my dress was so short that I was able to feel my ass cool off on the leather seats to counter all the heat I felt building from him. He had his hands on my inner thigh as he helped navigate to his place. No matter how hard I squirmed, I couldn't get his hands closer to my dripping wet pussy. I thought, as soon as he feels just a little bit of wetness, he'll give it to me. No, he was determined to make me wait. We made it to his place and the long driveway is something I will always remember. He watched me so intensely that my knees shook. He grabbed me and kissed me. I whispered under my breath, "Take me now, I'm yours!" He got us settled in. Candles and music were a nice touch, but I was there for the dirty sex. Thankfully, he threw me into his bed and told me to play with myself while he sorted out his playlist. Another thing for me to judge, but Portishead started playing and I was surprisingly okay with it. He moved a few steps away from me and admired me from a distance. He ordered me to take off his shoes and I dropped down to my hands and knees, slowly glanced up at him, and said, "Yes, Sir." He grabbed my face, kissed me deeply, and shoved his cock into my mouth immediately. I was already stuffed, but I could feel it growing. It was amateur porn galleries literally too much cock for my mouth. I tried the best I could, worked it with my hands, but it really wasn't going to happen immediately. I didn't want to disappoint so I went for the kill and buried my face in his balls and taint. If I can't fit it in my mouth, the least I can do is tongue his ass. I reached my tongue out, massaged his ass with it as I stroked him. He was extremely vocal and let out such amazing sounds. His sweat tasted amazing and each shudder from him made me wetter and wetter. He tossed me back on the bed and explored my body with his hands. I asked for permission to play with myself as he grabbed a condom. I spread myself for him to show him what a good little slut I was and how ready I was for his cock. I was determined to have my pussy make up for what my mouth could not provide. Honestly, this was the girthiest cock I've ever seen. Just as quickly as he shoved his cock into my mouth, he was balls deep inside me immediately. I looked up at him, begging for permission to play with my clit. He allowed me and kept telling me what a dirty slut I was to lick his ass after just meeting him. It's all true and it's all I wanted- to be his dirty slut. I felt my orgasm build up and I had to hold back. I wanted to slow myself down but I couldn't help it. I came so hard over his cock, but I was silent. I held my breath and rode it out as he was ramming my pussy. He noticed immediately and put his hand on my throat. "No slut, you don't cum without my permission." He angrily fucked me until he came in the condom. I karupsha knew I was in trouble but I asked if I could taste it. "No, you don't deserve it." He flushed it down the toilet and I sat there dumbfounded. We cleaned up a bit and checked in with each other. I offered to give him a massage so I could explore his body a bit. I loved his shoulders and tattoos. Back to my thing for musicians, he even tried to serenade me on keyboard. Who does that? When he laid down, I reached for his cock, looked up at him for permission and worked my way down his body. I used my tongue to trace the head of his cock. Opened my mouth wide and slowly worked his cock down my throat. He quickly pulled back my hair and tugged on it, demanding to fuck my face. I opened wide and relaxed my face so he could ram his cock in and out of my mouth. As he loosened his grip of my head, I slid his cock away from my mouth, sealed my lips, locked eyes with him and said, "No." I'll never forget the look on his face. I smirked at him and refused to suck him off. He quickly grabbed my head, dragged me off the bed and on all fours, propped me in front of the mirror, and fucked the shit out of me from behind. His hands were on my shoulders, grabbing me tightly and forcing me to arch back in complete bliss. Every slap of my ass would send a sharp pain that would instantly be dulled by the pleasure of being used like a fuck toy. A few more sessions, smoke breaks, and some pillow talk later, I was on my way home, completely satisfied with cum breath. I sent him a final text message with a picture of the fresh bruises on my ass, "Thank you, Sir." fckmesilly