A Date with Lexi

This is just a story and a fantasy. This is not how things work in real life. Contains rough sex, big age difference, slapping and choking. If that's not your thing, this is not for you.

If it is, let me know what you thought. All feedback is welcome.

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It was a Saturday afternoon and I was laying on the couch in my apartment. I'd already tried messaging everyone I could think of that might be up for grabbing something to eat and a few beers. All of them was busy so I'd resigned to having a slow night at home instead. It was probably for the best, the last week at work had been rough and ever since I turned 30 I needed to use the weekends to relax. I made a decent amount of money at my job, and I was good at it, but it was a lot of long hours.

I was currently passing the time by swiping on Tinder when I came across an unusual profile. Her name was Lexi, she was 19 years old and her profile pic was something else. Her face was almost completely outside the picture, but her long blonde hair was evident, and so was her lightly tanned skin. She was petite and fit, wearing a ludicrously tight tube dress. Her breasts were probably around a B-cup, and perfectly round even though she wasn't wearing a bra. That part I figured out from her nipples poking through the dress. She had a thin waist that transitioned into sexy hips. The tight dress ended far up her muscular thighs, just below the crotch. She looked like she spent a lot of time running.

But her picture was honestly second to her description of herself.

It read: "Hi, I'm Lexi. I'm looking for someone to have casual fun with. I need someone older. I'm into BDSM and RP. Mostly DD/lg."

While being almost completely sure that this was someone trying to catfish some poor sucker using a stolen picture, I figured I had nothing to lose and liked her profile. After staring another minute at her profile pic I came back to reality and let out a deep sigh. I put the phone down and headed to the kitchen to make dinner.

I found a plate of leftovers in the fridge and grabbed a beer to go with it. After I'd finished I grabbed another beer before heading back to the couch.

The phone was still on the table next to the sofa and it's little indicator light was trying to tell me I'd gotten a notification. Curious, I opened the phone and saw that Lexi, or the person pretending to be a Lexi, had liked me back and written a message. Okay, now what? How do I figure out who this really is?

Her message was short: "Hey Dave, what's up?"

"Not much, just taking it easy. You have a very interesting profile, you must get a lot of messages," I replied. I was not really a Don Juan with my openers.

She was apparently still looking at her phone because the next message came after just a minute: "Yeah, but most can't deliver, if you know what I mean. You look really cute in your picture."

I wrote back, "I think I understand what you mean. Thanks! You look really hot!"

We ended up talking back and forth for a while about everything and nothing. The kind of things you talk about over text when you are trying to get a sense of someone. She seemed to enjoy our conversation but I was still almost completely convinced that she wasn't real. Good thing I had nothing better to do! I took a break from the phone and headed to the toilet to take a leak and then to the kitchen to grab another beer.

When I came I had another message from Lexi, which read, "So Dave, how much experience do you have with BDSM and roleplaying?"

This was a bit of a snag. Apart from light hair pulling and some spanking with an ex I really didn't have any. At least if you didn't count the fucked up porn I sometimes ended up watching, and liking. My guess was that this wouldn't be a good enough answer for Lexi, so I winged it: "Sure, I've had a few long term relationships that were BDSM themed, and I've also had som casual things."

"Okay, so you don't have any issues with being rough and demanding, for example, or being punishing and mean? And do you understand limits in those scenarios?" she wrote back.

To be perfectly honest, my next reply was just a completely made-up story about some rough and hard stuff me and an ex had done. I tried to keep a balance between rough but not too rough and in my head it sounded really hot. I was hoping that it would show that I understood a thing or two. Then Lexi went quiet for a while and I figured I'd lost her.

Oh well, I thought, she's probably not even real, and I turned on the TV and started looking for some movie to stream.

Before I'd found a movie to watch I got a new message on the phone. It was Lexi again, and it was a picture. When I opened it I could immediately feel my pants getting tighter. It was a closeup of her legs on a bed. It was the same fit and lightly tanned legs as in her profile picture. She had written with a black marker on it and it read "Dave's?" and then there was an arrow pointing up, under a plaid skirt, towards her groin. There was also a message, and she was asking if I'd care to meet up tonight. Just to hang a bit and chat she said, no promises or expectations of anything else.

I asked where she was and it was just a 20 minute walk from my apartment, near the town college. Fortunately it was in a fairly nice neighborhood. If not I might have given up right then and there. At least my chances of being stabbed and robbed by someone working poor suckers online together with a teen girl was lower there.

We agreed to meet up at her place in an hour and I jumped into a shower to clean up and shave. The fact that she had no objections to giving me her address and agreeing to meet up there should probably have made me question it all a bit more, but I was honestly already as questioning as I could be.

I threw on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt and one of my nicer sweaters and headed out. The walk was pleasant, it was a cool summer evening, but I mostly had other things on my mind.

When I got to the address it was a surprisingly nice house in a nice neighborhood. From our talk I'd gathered that she studied at the college and lived alone. I walked up to the door and rang the bell.

A moment later someone opened the door. There she was, it was Lexi. Her face was just as amazing as the rest of her. A cute, innocent face, blue eyes and a pretty mouth with lips that was painted with a light shade of pink. Her blonde hair seemed to flow almost halfway down her back. She was wearing a white shirt, that had a few buttons open below her neck, and the plaid skirt I'd seen in the picture she sent. She was looking at me, smiling, and stuck out her hand.

"Hi Dave, I'm Lexi," she said with a bit of a giggle, "want to come in?"

"Hi Lexi, of course. This is a really nice place, is it your parents?" I replied and stepped into the hallway.

I took off my shoes and while she guided me into a living room with a sofa and a TV tuned to some random channel she explained that she studied at the college nearby and that her parents had bought the house for her to live in while she studied. I plopped down on the couch and took a look around. Sparsely furnished, but cozy and clean.

"Do you want anything to drink? Beer? Whiskey?" she suddenly asked. I replied that a whiskey would be great and she turned around and headed out of the living room. As she walked away I couldn't help but stare at her toned legs and plaid skirt that was moving across her ass. It wasn't a big ass, but it was fit and round, and her thin waist made it a striking feature.

She came back a minute later with two glasses of whiskey. Apparently she'd decided to imbibe as well. She sat down next to me on the couch and put her feet up on the table. Her nice legs ended in a pair of cute little feet, with painted toenails. We immediately picked up our previous conversation topics from our chat. College, my work, life in general. There was a nature channel on the TV and it turned out we both liked animals. It might have been the whiskey getting us both a bit buzzed, but I was certainly enjoying just hanging with Lexi and chatting, and from the look of her she was also enjoying herself. She looked relaxed and had a constant smile on her face. Her smile got wider as soon as she told me something she was excited about.

"So Dave, that story you sent. About you and your ex. It kind of got to me," she suddenly said in the middle of a lull in the conversation. She was looking down into her whiskey glass which was now almost empty.

"I'm going to try to be straight with you. I have kinks that a lot of men think they want in a girl, but when it comes down to it they just can't go through with it. Your story sounded genuine and I figured I wanted to get to know you a bit more." she explained. "To be honest, your story made me really horny," she added with a shy smile.

I was starting to feel a bit bad about how I'd made up that story, but figured that as long as I backed it up, it would be fine. Probably.

"I'm glad you felt that way Lexi," I said with a friendly smile, "would you care to tell me about what you like?"

"Okay, I'm guessing you won't judge based on what you told me," she said, leaned back and sank down a bit into the couch. She seemed to think for a second while staring at the ceiling.

Then started explaining, "It's a bit weird to talk about out loud sometimes, but I enjoy being humiliated and dominated. Especially by someone roleplaying as a father figure. I like pain in moderate amounts, like spanking or slapping. I want to feel used by someone for their pleasure, like a toy or something. That feeling of being controlled, held down and choked. Stuff like that. I've met a few guys that were good at these things so it's not just fantasies that might not be real."

I was just nodding towards her while she laid out her kinks in front of me.

Then she added, "Some guys play along but think I'm broken in some way. That I come from a broken home or was abused by some relative. Some even think I need to be saved in some way. That's really not the case. I just enjoy these things. It's what I want."

I explained to her that I understood and that I would never judge her for what she enjoyed, "scout's honor!". She smiled at me and leaned over and gave me a hug. I could feel her firm tits against me through our clothes and felt myself getting uncomfortably hard in my jeans. I put a hand on her back and reciprocated the hug.

Then she got up from the couch and said, "Wait here a minute, I'll be right back." Once again I stared at her backside as she walked away and as soon as she was out of the room I adjusted my jeans as best I could to not feel like my dick was going to break in half.

She ended up being gone for a full ten minutes and before she was back I had finished my whiskey. When she did come back she was still smiling but this time perhaps with a bit of playfulness. She sat back down on the couch, a little bit closer to me this time and turned towards me.

"So, I guess you know about safewords?" she asked and I nodded. "Yellow means slow down. Red means stop everything. If I for some reason can't talk, three taps from my hand also means stop," she said very seriously, "Now you have to repeat that back to me."

"Uh, okay, yellow slow down, red stop. And three taps is also stop."

"Okay, good," she said sounding content and leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. She smelled lovely, her blonde hair had a faint fruity smell.

We both looked at the TV for a few minutes before she put a hand on one of my thighs and added quietly, "That means I'm all yours until I utter any of those words, daddy."

My earlier attempts at getting comfortable in my pants was completely undone.

I sat there for a while, trying to bring the swelling under control and just enjoying being near Lexi. Then I figured I might as well do my best at this and said, "So Lexi, I understand you've been a naughty little girl."

"How so?" she responded innocently and gave a slight squeeze with her hand on my thigh. She was still resting her head on my shoulder so I draped my arm around her back.

I put on my best stern and lecturing voice, "You've been talking with older men online. You even sent one a picture of your naked legs. And you had written his name on your thigh. Has my little girl been acting like a slut?"

"Just a little bit..." she said quietly.

I moved my hand up to the back of her neck and stroked her hair a little before saying, "And don't you think you deserve to be punished for that?"

She was quiet for a few seconds, as if thinking it over, before nodding silently.

"I think you need a spanking so that you learn to not be such a slut."

"Yes, daddy," was her answer.

My hand that was stroking her hair grabbed it instead and with a firm grip I guided her into position. She winced from my hold on her hair and laid down in my lap.

I took a good look at her as she was laying there. I let my hands roam over her back and thin waist for a few seconds before I asked, "Will you be a good girl and not complain?" With her head down into the sofa cushion she replied, "I'll do my best, daddy." As soon as she was done talking I let my hand fall down on her ass. Her skirt dampened the sound a bit but it was still a decent smack. She inhaled sharply and then slowly breathed out. I massaged the area I'd just struck for a while. I almost got lost feeling her amazingly tight and perfectly round ass before I remembered what I was doing.

"Daddy, it feels so good when you touch me." she moaned.

I raised my hand again and gave her other cheek the same treatment. First a hard smack, followed by a deep breath from her, and then some massaging. This time the massage was shorter before I gave another smack on the first cheek.

By now she was slowly writhing in my lap and her breathing had gotten heavier.

"Lexi, you need to understand that you can't go around acting like you have. You're daddy's little slut, no-one elses," and with that I gave her another smack on one of the cheeks. This time she gave a soft moan when exhaling.

"I understand daddy, I'm your little slut."

I flipped up her skirt and exposed her ass. I would love to go on and on about that amazingly tight and round teen ass, but the first thing I saw was that she wasn't wearing any underwear and then I realized what she had been doing away from the sofa for so long earlier. A black butt plug with a glass diamond in the center was sticking out of her asshole.

"Now Lexi," I said my hand slowly moving across her ass towards the butt plug, "is this for your daddy or were you being slutty for someone else?" As I reached the end of my sentence I pushed lightly in the plug with two fingers.

"I- it's for you daddy," Lexi moaned.

Her ass seemed to move to accept my pushing on the butt plug. I gave one of her bare ass cheeks a good slap and then started caressing and massaging her ass, giving the butt plug a firm push each time my hand passed over it.

She was starting to have troubles laying still in my lap, and her shaved pussy was showing between her legs. Its lips were already glistening from excitement. I gave each of her ass cheeks a hard slap. One after the other.

"Oh god," she moaned. I once again grabbed her hair on the back of her head with one hand and when I had a good grip I lifted her head from the couch cushion. My other hand found its way down between her legs. My fingers felt it's way around her little pussy for a while before I slowly inserted two fingers. She was tight but she was already so wet and excited that they slipped in easily.

"Yeees, daddy," she wheezed.

I lightly moved my fingers inside here, slowly massaging the walls of her vagina. I spent a while feeling her from inside, as if to get to know each bump and ridge. Her breathing had gotten rough as her neck curved back from my grip on her hair.

I spoke slowly, "Now Lexi, you've made daddy very upset. Isn't it time you make it up to daddy?"

"I'm...yours...," she replied between breathless moans.

"Good girl, how about you begin by taking of your shirt so daddy can look at you, and then you can help daddy relax with your mouth."

Lexi stood up. She had a mixture of shame and fire in her eyes. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra either, but she had no need to. Her beautiful B-cup tits had the same light tan as the rest of her body and was round and firm.

I leaned back in the couch and looked at her expectantly. She stared at my crotch and moved slowly down to her knees. She started undoing my pants and then slid them down a bit. Then she started kissing my cock through my underwear. After being released from my jeans it wasn't long until I was rock hard, and Lexi slowly released my cock from my underwear. She grabbed it and pointed it towards her mouth.

"Like this, daddy? she asked.

"Yes, my little girl, just like that."

She slowly licked it from the base up to the head a few times before she took it in her mouth. I almost came right there from seeing this cute innocent girl on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

She slowly sucked up and down a little bit and her tounge danced around the tip, while she jerked it lightly with her hand. As much as I was enjoying it I figured I'd try to kick this up a notch. I leaned forward a bit, grabbed her hair and janked her off my cock. Then I slapped her on the face. Not very hard, but I bet it stung a bit.

Her mouth was agape and she looked surprised.

"Lexi, don't you want to be a good girl? You need to work harder than that. Show daddy what a dirty slut you can be for him," I said.

"I'm sorry daddy, I will do better, please let me show you what I can do," she begged.

I let go of her hair and she dove back down on my cock, her two hands planted on my thighs. She did her best to get it in as far as she could and got a little over halfway before she started bobbing up and down, gagging a bit each time she hit her limit.

With each time she hit bottom she got a bit further and soon she was just an inch from taking it all. I figured I'd help her with the last bit and grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down. She spat and coughed around my cock but after a few seconds I could feel myself sliding down her throat and her nose hit my stomach. I held her there for a few seconds while the muscles in her throat massaged my cock and whispered breathlessly, "Good girl, that's good. Such a good girl. Fuuuck, that feels great."

When I let her go she flew up, her eyes full of tears and spit hanging from her mouth. "Thank you, daddy," was all she could say after catching her breath. Then she dove back down, of her own accord, and started taking the entire length in long strokes. She gagged almost each time she hit bottom and spit was running out of her mouth. I reached under her and grabbed one of her breasts while she kept on working. Then I once again held her down with my cock buried deep in her throat.

As she was struggling for air I pondered whether I should let this go on or try something different. When I finally made up my mind, I pulled her off me with her hair. Her face was now completely covered in spit and tears, but she looked happy and proud.

"Good girl, do you want your reward now?" I asked and she nodded excitedly.

"Get on your knees on the sofa and spread your legs," I ordered while I got up from the sofa.

She got in position with her arms and head resting on the back cushions and her knees wide apart. She was arching her back to present her ass and pussy. She looked back at me longingly, but I needed a break. If I'd started fucking her right then I would have blown my load in two seconds.

"You look so pretty, my little girl, but you're such a filthy slut," I said and started taking of the rest of my clothes until I was completely naked. She was still wearing her skirt around her waist, but it was not much of a hinder.