A Date to Remember

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Her future husband takes charge.
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Interestingly my second date with Chip, who proved to be my future husband, was actually more memorable than the first. On that first date I had found Chip to be quite the gentleman, charming, handsome and articulate. However, I didn't think he found me very attractive as he only offered a brief peck on the cheek as he dropped me at my door. Of course, that let down dealt quite a blow to my feminine ego. All of my past first dates had always proven to be more than eager to at least "make out" if not bed me.

As I went to bed that evening I supposed that while Chip had promised to call he most likely wouldn't. And in all honesty I didn't care too much. While Chip seemed to be very nice I had found him to be a bit boring, and somewhat self centered. So I was really surprised when he did call a couple days later and asked me out for dinner the coming Saturday evening. I had decided before hand not to go out with him again. But, there was something in his tone, in his request that intrigued me. Chip wasn't asking as much as he was "telling" me. I can't deny that the "motor" between my thighs sputtered to life as we talked. At any rate, I agreed to a second date.

As the week progressed I concluded to get some attention from Chip on our dinner date. As it turned out I got much more attention than I ever planned for.

As I opened the door that Saturday evening I was dressed to thrill in my most revealing black mini skirt and pink blouse. Chip's look as I opened the door utterly stunned me. "I knew you were a hot babe the first time I saw you." He was nearly drooling as he scanned my body up and down, stripping me with his eyes. I smiled warmly as he beheld my mini skirt the hem of which hit three inches above the middle of my thigh. Chip spent several seconds ogling my long legs up and down. My top had a built in bustier with spaghetti straps, which you don't wear a bra with. Its neckline was cut into a deep V revealing ample amounts of my more than ample cleavage and just barely concealing my nipples. The crowning touch was the four-inch open toed high heels I wore. To accent my outfit I wore a pair of pearl drop earrings, gold ankle chain and toe ring. "You're horny aren't you baby?" Chip stated rather dryly. I swallowed a lump in my throat as he spoke and couldn't help but think 'am I that transparent?' I was relived when he didn't pursue his rather rude question.

Anyway, after Chip gathered his senses he whisked me away to a very fine restaurant in his expensive sports car. Dinner went well and soon enough we were sipping after dinner drinks. We chatted as Chip continued to ogle my chest. Believe me I liked the attention, indeed, I had all but begged for it.

After our date Chip drove me home and I invited him in for drinks. I put some soft jazz to playing on the stereo and mixed us drinks. Soon I found myself on the sofa beside Chip. It wasn't long before he was groping the hell out of me. His hands made their way under my top and were squeezing and playing with my titties. At the same time he began to french kiss me stabbing his tongue half way down my throat.

It wasn't long before Chip's free hand found its way under my skirt and began rubbing against my clit through my thin panties. By then I was purring like a little kitten. I pressed my hips against his probing finger as he slide my panties aside and slipped a finger straight into my quaking pussy. As his finger fucked my pussy he used his thumb to massage my stiff clit. My motor raced as it shifted into high gear..

"Are you going to make me cum," I purred shyly. My need for release was quickly overwhelming me.

"Is that what you want, baby," Chip asked sincerely as his velvety fingers continued to work their lovely magic between my legs, "you really want to cum?"

"Ohhhhhh, god ysssssss," I whimpered meekly as my body quivered with lust.

Chip smiled at me as he said, "Well ... I never make anyone cum before they suck me off."

God I was so fucking hot my whole body trembled. "That can be arranged," I cooed eagerly. I slipped off the sofa onto my knees. Soon I was positioned between Chips open thighs.

As I reached to open the fly to his pants Chip spoke again with a chuckle as he slapped my hands away, "No one sucks me off for the first time unless they are naked."

Stunned I looked up, "You ... you must be kidding."

"No, baby, I am not kidding in the least. If you're going to suck me off you're going to be naked doing it."

The though of stopping never entered my mind. In reality Chip's crude demand only added fuel to the demanding fire that raged between my legs. Not daring to look at him I began to unbutton my blouse.

"NO, baby," Chip snapped with a chuckle, "stand-up I want a show."

My face blushed bright red as I slowly stood. With my eyes still diverted I couldn't believe I was about to do what I was about to do. Certainly I had never been treated so rudely, so causally especially on just the second date. In all my previous relationships I had been in control. I decided what would and wouldn't happen. I decided when and if the relationship would move to the sexual level.

This reversal of roles was all new to me. Yes, new and ohhh so exciting. And Chip's attitude was certainly one that I had never been forced to deal with before. From age fourteen I had turned the heads of men. And on dates men what always done whatever I asked as they hoped to get into my panties.

After standing up I again started to unbutton my blouse. Chip grinned, "Take your skirt off first, baby." I couldn't help but think how Chip was taking control of everything, even the order in which I removed my clothes. And, what was even more remarkable was the fact that I was allowing him to take that control so easily. But, something was telling me that I was embarking upon a night of sexual excitement and pleasure that I had never known before.

I was excited beyond words as I began to unzip my mini skirt and letting it drop around my ankles. From there I used my high-heel clad foot to kick it off to the side. Chip scanned my legs up and down with his evil leer giving only a slight nod of approval. I felt more than a little silly, as I stood before my future husband half naked while he remained fully clothed.

Sexual excitement continued to build, as Chip next demanded that I remove my panties. Not pausing to think I quickly discarded my thong style panties then without being told I removed my blouse. I started to slip out of my high-heels but Chip demanded that I leave them on. So there I was standing before a man I barely knew wearing nothing but a pair of high-heels, heavy make-up and earrings. Not knowing what to do with my arms I let them hang at my side.

God how I wanted to act as coldly calculating as Chip seemed to be as if none of this was affecting me. But, my lust filled body betrayed me as my nipples began to stiffen. For several minutes Chip remained seated on the love seat and directed me to turn this way and that, spread those, open that. I was embarrassed yet excited as I obeyed his every command. After his inspection was complete Chip intoned, "You have a scrumptious playground, Barbara." I felt so demeaned that I wanted to cry; I no longer had a body, merely a "playground".

Wickedly Chip told me I could suck his dick. Eagerly, perhaps too eagerly, I stepped between his legs and dropped to my knees. The fire of lust burning between my own legs had turned into an inferno. My pussy throbbed with its own powerful needs. I unzipped Chips pants as he smiled down at me.

Sticking my hand inside Chips pants I fumbled for a few seconds before I was able to pull it free. My prize was mouthwatering to say the least. Chip's manly fuck tool was already rock hard having grown to be a full two inches thick and nearly eight inches long. My whole naked body quaked at the mere sight.

For several seconds I used the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to rub and squeeze the head of Chip's powerful looking cock. "Look at me, baby," Chip demanded. "Look into my eyes." My face burned white hot with shame as I lifted my eyes to meet his stair. "Ever suck cock before on a second date?" he demanded to know. Chip's words made me feel like some kind of whore. With my eyes still locked on his I shook my head no. "Well do it, baby, suck me."

Tentatively I stuck out my tongue and ran the tip over the head of Chip's throbbing cock as my left hand rubbed the shaft up and down. "No hands," Chip snapped, "a talented cock sucker doesn't need to use anything but their tongue and mouth." I immediately pulled my hand away as I took the tip of his dick just inside my mouth. Chip's piercing eyes told me everything, as they burned into my own. They told me without a doubt what a cock sucking whore I was. He knew and what was worse he made me know it.

I softly twirled my tongue around the head of Chip's pulsing cock for several seconds before I began to slowly swallow it between my lips. With my arms at my side I swallowed Chip's thick cock until its ball sack slapped my chin. He was content to set there in the love seat and let me do all the work. Slowly I pulled my head off his shaft til just the tip remained between my lips. Hungrily I lapped my tongue around and around the head, my eyes still locked on his. Releasing the head I began to lick, nibble and kiss my way down the powerful shaft until I again reached his nut sack. Ever so gently I kissed and licked the tight bag worshipping it with my tongue. Then I began the upward trek again this time using the flat of my tongue to make broad lapping strokes upon Chip's ever hardening dick.

He groaned and flexed his hips and I knew that I was getting to him. Yet I had no idea of the boundless control that he possessed. With my lips again posed at the head of Chip's cock I opened my mouth as wide as possible and swallowed his mighty meat into my mouth. I began to pump my head up and down his swollen dick. My eyes never left his as I fucked my mouth up and down is huge fuck meat. I could feel my naked titties bouncing about as my head bobbed up and down. My own need grew by leaps and bounds as my pussy throbbed pitilessly.

Chip grabbed the back of my head with his strong hands and began to control the act. He would use his hands to force my mouth down upon his cock. Yea, he used his hands to fuck my head up and down his powerfully throbbing dick. Now and then he would pull my mouth completely from his shaft leaving just the head between my sucking lips. At those times I would whip my tongue about the head like a hungry kitten lapping up its milk. And all the time his eyes locked on mine told me what a pathetic little cock sucking whore I was. And, his eyes had a way of making me know it as well.

I sensed his growing excitement. Chip grabbed my hair in his powerful hands and pulled his dick from my sucking lips. In that split second he began to shot his hot goo onto my face. The first blast of jizm landed squarely in my left eye, the next hit my nose and upper lips, then my left cheek. Even as his dick continued to erupt Chip leaned forward and began to cock whip my, face rubbing his male goo all over my face and lips.

Standing Chip chuckled down at me where I knelt upon the floor, "With some practice you'll make a half way decent cock sucker, Barbara." My cum smeared face burned with indignity and shame. Never in my dating life had I been spoken to so plainly and in such vulgar terms. Besides, I thought I already gave good head. Certainly, I had swallowed my share of cum and taken my fair share of facials over the years. And, no one had ever complained. To the contrary I had always received high praise for my oral skills.

"Still want to cum, Barbara?" Hating myself for it I shook my head yes. "In words, Barbara, tell me in words if you want to cum."

"Yeeee ... yssss," I stammered.

"Yes, what, Barbara," Chip wasn't making it easy for me.

I wanted to tell him what a fucking prick he was but decided it wasn't prudent under the circumstances. I'd get what I wanted, what I needed, what I had earned first then tell him what a prick he was and that I never wanted to see him again. But, first things first, "Ye ... yes I want to cum," I whimpered.

He told me to kneel on all fours with my knees spread wide and to bury my titties in the carpeting so that my bottom was high in the air. In a moment, after he had removed his pants I felt Chip kneel close behind me. Seconds later I felt his semi-hard cock being slide up and down the length of my soaked slit. The sensation sent lighting bolts of electricity arcing throughout my naked and vulnerable body. I tried to control my pent up passion but found it impossible as I pressed my hips back at Chip. God, how I wanted that cock in me. For unending minutes he slide his stiffening tool back and fourth through my slit driving me wild with desire. I rotated my bottom in small circles trying to derive as much pleasure as possible. But it wasn't enough, I needed more, I wanted more, I deserved more. But still he teased my most feminine lips with his even growing shaft.

Chip slapped my ass with his open hand in such a playfully manner and asked, "Ever beg for a man's cock, Barbara? Ever beg him to fuck you, Barbara?"

OMG, NO ... NO my brain screamed silently. I had hardly ever had to ask for sex let alone beg. All of my partners, every last one of them, had been eager to take me, some overly eager. God, how I wanted to tell that self-centered creep Chip to take a long walk on a short pier. But, the inferno blazing deep between my loins wouldn't allow for it.

Another hard, open handed, slap to my bare bottom brought me back to reality. "I asked you a question, Barbara."

The sting of his spanks didn't hurt nearly as bad as the humiliation in answering his outrageous question. "Naaa ... Naaaa ... NO," I whispered softly.

"I can't hear you, Barbara," Chip said as he slapped my defenseless bottom cheek again.

"NO ... NO I HAVEN'T," I spoke louder and clearer even as tears of shame began to well up in my dark eyes.

A harder slap fell on my bottom, "No what, Barbara."

"Please," I whimpered, "you don't have to hurt me."

Another hard slap stung my defenseless ass. "Then answer the question, Barbara," Chip demanded coldly.

His cock continued to drive me insane as it slide between my passion filled pussy lips. "No ... no ... I have never had to beg for sex," I whimpered my halfhearted answer praying that it would satisfy him.

The answer to my pray was fourth coming and it wasn't positive as three slaps landed hard on my bottom in rapid-fire secession. My bottom was quickly becoming a scorching blaze of stinging agony. "I didn't ask you about sex, Barbara, I asked about fucking and cocks, not sex. Now answer my question" there was a certain glee to Chip's words and it dawned on me that he was taking a great deal of pleasure in my misery.

Surprisingly a wave of pleasure swept over me as I realized that Chip's demented demands only fueled my excitement. "No ... no," I said, "I ... I ... have never begged for a man's cock ... or ...or to be fucked."

Chip chuckled long and loud at my humiliation, "Well, then, Barbara, this IS your lucky day. Beg me, beg me to stick my dick in you and fuck you. Say please, Barbara."

By then Chip's cock had regained its full strength and was a throbbing dynamo between my open thighs. I was quickly being consumed by my own perverted needs. It was no time to quibble and I didn't. I needed what I needed and I needed it right fucking then. And, god help me, I knew there was only one way I was going to get what I needed. So I sank to the lowest level of my adult life and obeyed Chip's degusting demand, "Pluzzzz. ...Please, Chip, please fuck me. Put your cock in me and make me cumm please...I am begging please."

In a flash Chip stabbed his roaring cock into my love hole but just the head and only for the blink of an eye before pulling it out again. My whole female being soared into the clouds as I felt his thick meat pierce my most secret opening. Mmmmm yes soaring so high one brief second only to come crashing down the next as Chip pulled his shaft from my yawning hole. "Noooooooooo," I shrieked in disbelief.

"No what, Barbara," Chip smirked.

"Pleaaa ...plzzzz ...please ...please don't stop please don't ...please don't ...please don't stop fucking me please," my sanity was a thing of the past as my aching pussy took control of my pleasured staved body.

Chip thrust his mighty cock into me again even while he took delight with my plight. In half way and again my heart soared as my hips pressed back to meet his. "YSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I squealed with joy. Then slowly ... ever so slowly Chip began to pull his cock out. I used my pussy muscles to squeeze down hard upon the retreating pleasure rod, trying my best to keep it in me. But, of course, it was a battle I could not win. Dread filled my heart as Chip left just the head of his raging cock just inside my opening. "Pleaseeeeeee...pleaeeeeeeee, Chip, pleaseeee fuck me," I pleaded without being told to.

"SHITTTTTTTTT YSSSSSSSSSSSSSS," I shrieked with joy as Chip plunged his powerful cock to the hilt in my lusting and soaked pussy. Then in the blink of an eye he pulled completely out leaving me shuttering and lost in a world of consent denial.

It seemed like hours that Chip teased my fuck hole. He fucked my mind as much as he did my pussy. Time after time he brought me to the brink of utopian bliss only to pull out, leaving me teetering on the very edge. Each time my squeals of joy were turned into groans of utter despair. I begged and pleaded for relief, begged for Chip's cock and begged him to fuck me. Over and over I pleaded all to no avail.

During it all Chip's own needs overcame him and he pulled his cock from my begging pussy and shot a huge load of hot jizm onto my bottom. I wanted to friging cry as I felt his hot burning pleasure splash upon the cheeks of my ass. It wasn't fair, not fucking fair at all. He had cum twice and I still lingered on the brink of my first.

Soon Chip's not quite limp dick was back between my legs rubbing against my quivering pussy. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," I whimpered. I ground my hips back at him praying beyond all reason that perhaps I could make myself cum. But it only added to my total frustration.

After several minutes Chip sported another erection. Without warning he slammed it to the hilt into my tortured love hole. My soul was swept up with joy. One powerful stroke after another "OHHHHHH GODDDDD YSSSSSSS FUKKKKKKKKKK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," I screamed, "FUKKKKKK MEEEEEE." SLAM... SLAM... utopia came closer and closer. My mind ran wild "Yessssss. Ohhh fucking god in heaven ysssssss this is it. This is IT. I am really going to CUMM Close ...so fucking close." My whole body shook with joy and happiness. My pussy muscles squeezed down hard upon Chip's raging tool trying to take all the pleasure it could. "OHHH GODDDDD YSSSS," my mind smiled, "this time ...this time ...this time he is going to allow me to fall over the edge into blissful joy. "PLEASEEEEEE FUCCCCC MEEEE," I purred back at Chip, "FUKKK MEEE HARDER, FASTER ... PLEASEEEEEE ... PLEASEEE CHIP FUKKK MEEE HARD AND FAST PLEASEEEEEE."

Then in the wink of an eye it was gone as Chip ripped his mighty cock from my trembling pussy. "NOOOOOOOOO..." I shrieked. Then I begged, "Pleaseeeeeee, pleaseeeeee, pleaseeeeee don't stop."

Chip slammed his cock back into my sooo needful pussy, "GODDDD YSSSSSSSSSSSSS FUCK MEEEEE."

Again it was ripped from my throbbing pussy, "NOOOOOOOOOOO," I whimpered

Again and again and again and again Chip plunged his hardness into my craving hole only to pull out cruelly leaving me to wallow in misery and despair. He was clearly fucking my mind more than he was my pussy. My stomach churned as my being oscillated between nearly total pleasure and utter frustration. My naked body and tortured mind were quickly reaching the limits of their endurance.

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