Sooo, I did a little write-up about the date I had recently ..

Sooo, I did a little write-up about the date I had recently and I had a really devious idea. I sent it to him, hoping he'd enjoy it, just to mess with him. Let's just say...it was very suckcessful. Here's the write-up: I can always sense when there's a dark side to a man, lurking just beneath the polite façade. It's a talent that I've learned to use to my advantage. I swiped right, knowing I'd get what I want from him. We started off texting, a little hot and heavy. He planted the idea of meeting at a bar in my head, pretending to not know each other. He subtly threatened to tie me up. All it did was excite me more. We ended up settling on an innocent dinner date. Or, so I thought. He was a lot taller than I had anticipated. I felt a little intimidated because I was getting into a car with a stranger and my mother always warned me against that. Though I wasn't informed of what to do if it were an attractive older man who had me aching between my legs. Strangely, he didn't make any moves on me in the car. The conversation remained polite throughout the night. He was intelligent and courteous; a well-rounded gentleman. As with most of my dates, he wasn't touching me, but this was different. It felt, in a way, calculated. I had to excuse myself a few times to rub myself in the restroom. I'd spent the days up to that night edging myself, aching for relief. I failed the night before, drenching a toy in juices at the thought of what was to come. As we left the restaurant, we shared a moment and I could tell he wanted to kiss me. But he didn't. We decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood. It was empty, dimly lit and an overall dangerous place for a tipsy girl holding the hand of a man a head taller than her. We were alone when he said I was lucky we had our masks on. I thought he was lucky because I'd be fucking him in an alley if I could. I led him back to the car, a little tipsy and a little more than horny. He asked me if he could take me home and I pouted, thinking he wasn't going to fuck my brains out. But he was going to fuck my brains out. We drove back to his place, the air tense and my thighs clenching together to give me some relief. I hadn't gotten kissed all night and I was getting impatient. After a tour of his place, I was sat in his lap, waiting for him to make a move, resisting the urge to just kiss him. Maybe he thought I didn't want it or maybe he wanted me to beg for it, because he got up, offering me a drink. In the kitchen, he cornered me with his hard cock in his trousers pressed against my ass. Finally, he kissed me or I kissed him. It didn't matter and it wasn't kissing. He was smothering me, groping me, lifting me up so my legs wrapped around him. Next thing I knew, I was on his dining table with my legs over his shoulders. His tongue had an adventure, teasing my soles and toes, tracing down my legs, nipping at my thighs before settling on my pussy. He was lapping at me, pushing his tongue into my tight pussy. As wet as I was already, my pussy was soaking by the time he was done. I pushed him off me and took his cock out, licking him a little. It wasn't enough for him. He gripped the back of my head and thrust into my mouth. It drove me crazy and I was begging him to fuck my pussy. I had to push him off me again and head to the bedroom. He licked me more before finally wrapping up and pushing inside me. It hurt, but I needed it so bad. He didn't go slow. As soon as he was sure I was okay, he started rutting into me, pushing my legs into my chest and pushing his cock deeper into my pussy. He'd force it all the way in and I'd squeal because it was going so deep. He'd pull out, lick my pussy, put me in a different position over and over again before dragging me to the windows and fucking me there. I was so overwhelmed, all I could do was keep my legs open for him. My little body was buzzing and I squirted all over the floor. I wasn't sure what to think by the time I was on the floor, face up ass down, his hands around my waist just pounding me. Maybe I hadn't realized how small I am until that moment. He just dragged me back to the bed, threw me on it and rut into me until he came, spanking me and almost crushing me. I was raw and used and shaking. Then I got cuddles. Good girls get cuddles. But bad girls get more fucking than they can handle. I had barely recovered when he was inside me again. He was gentler than he'd been before, just thrusting into me slowly. Licking my nipples and making me cum all over him. I thought that's how he'd take me - nice and slow. It wasn't. He started pushing harder and faster and soon enough I was whining but he wasn't going to stop. Not until he came again. He threatened to fulfil his promise of tying me up. He held my wrists and ankles together. He told me he'd collar me and walk me around with a leash. He choked me while he spanked my pussy. He played with my ass while he fucked me from behind. He pulled me to the edge of the bed with my head dangling off the edge and fucked my face. He would pull out and lick my pussy then fuck me even more. The what and the when became muddled because my orgasms were taking over the thinking process and all I wanted was to get fucked even more. As he got closer, he got even more vocal, asking me if I wanted his cum in my pussy. I couldn't help but imagine him pulling the condom off and filling me up with his load properly. I egged him on, pushing myself back onto his thrusts, begging for his cum. I savoured in making him cum. He came again, or maybe it was the third time. I was sore. Yet, as sore as I was, I fell asleep wondering if he'd use me in my sleep. He didn't. In the morning, he was the nice man that I'd met during dinner. No longer was he the man who had choked me and threatened to tie me up, collar me, among other things. He even made me breakfast. I thought, maybe he regrets being so rough with me. My knees were bruised, my pussy puffy. He was a gentleman again. We were already late and he came in to give me a kiss. Which turned into more kisses. Which turned into him fucking me on the dining table and then the kitchen floor. And it ended with him cumming all over my face. So, maybe he's not as much of a gentleman as I think he is.