The Truth Will Get You Fuced

Last night I went for drinks with a man I've matched with a few times but never made the leap to meet. Sliding into the booth he had chosen, I sized him up. He was handsome, taller than any man I'd met yet, and the scent of his cologne was understated and pleasant. I already liked him. Ordering our first drinks we immediately delved into conversation, going over the basics. Conversation flowed from there, and ten minutes in he suggested a toast over me being even cuter than my pictures. We really shouldn't have waited so long to get together.

We talked for over an hour, finishing two drinks a piece (concluding at the end they weren't the best) leading him to smoothly suggest he could make a better one at his place. I agreed, knowing exactly what he wanted but going on about how I was excited to see his amateur bartending skills. He paid the tab, and a few minutes later we were riding the elevator up to his apartment, me teasing him a bit about only living steps from the cocktail bar we had been at since the traffic downtown was crazy and I struggled to get there.

He had a beautiful place, with lovely views of the city. I tried to pretend I wasn't impressed as I gazed out the window, transfixed by the skyscrapers lit up against the night sky. "So what do you want me to make you? Anything in particular?" He asked, coming to stand beside me. I thought for a minute, then shook my head. "Surprise me. Anything sweet." I grinned at him, wondering if he'd pick up on my unspoken 'like me'.

"Anything hm?" He mused, his eyes going to my lips. He leaned down to kiss me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing me against his body. "Mmmm sweet. Ok". With a wink he pulled away, gesturing for me to sit at the island. We made small talk as he poured and measured different liquors and mixers to create what he called a Tokyo Tea, something I'd never heard of. The end result was a slightly cloudy emerald green drink he topped off with slices of lime for effect. Once finished, he took a seat next to me, setting my glass down and pulling my chair flush with his so he could settle between my legs, forcing me to spread them to accommodate him.

"So you mentioned you write stories, but you never told me what kind." He broached, looking at me intently. I lowered my head, busying myself with my drink, which was as delicious as he promised. It was one thing to act like a slut, another completely to tell this near stranger what I actually did. I liked him, and was a bit afraid that if I let on about everything I did he would see me differently. I took another sip, enjoying the flavor, before answering.

"Yeah, mainly science fiction and some erotica. It's really all for fun" I hedged, trying to pretend that it was just something I did as a hobby and not an entire side of me that I reveled in. "Tell me more about the erotica. Where do you get your inspiration?" He asked, his hands now moving to my thighs, running up and down in steady motions, squeezing occasionally.

I hesitated. I could either be honest and hope he didn't judge me, or lie and let him think I was still the bubbly, giggly woman with some dirty fantasies he thought I was. But I hated lying about it. "They're actually all based on experiences I've had. Real life is better than fiction and all that" I said with a slight laugh, trying to play it off. It didn't work however.

The hands on my thighs slowed. "So tell me about one. Maybe a favorite?" He pressed, clearly interested in hearing more. Somehow, I'd already finished half my drink in my nervousness, and combined with what I had already had at the bar, I finally threw caution to the wind. Let him think what he wants. "Maybe the time I gave a blowjob at a movie theater and he came on my face." I looked him in the eyes as I said this, unashamed. Instead of responding right away he got up, walking behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I love movie theater fun" He whispered in my ear, moving my hair so he could place soft kisses on the back of my neck. "Tell me more." Without hesitation I replied, "I also had sex in a roomful of people at a sex club. There were men stroking themselves and I even let them touch me." Hands circled my waist, grabbing the hem of my sweater and pulling it up until my bra covered breasts came in view. "Look in the mirror" He ordered. There was a full length decorative one directly across from us. I obeyed, making eye contact with him in it as he ran his hands over my stomach, then down my thighs again, circling closer to my pussy. I was only wearing thin leggings and could feel the heat and pressure of his caresses perfectly. With my legs spread open and sweater still bunched around my neck I looked as lewd as I felt at that moment.

"It sounds like you're a dirty girl. Is that right?" The feeling of his hands on my body and lips on my neck left me nearly panting. I don't why I tried to resist what was so natural to me. "Yes, I am. I love being used." I answered, feeling almost relieved as the truth flowed from my lips. It seemed my admission was what he had been waiting for. One of his hands slid up again, squeezing one of my breasts before moving down and into my leggings. I whimpered, feeling his fingers part my pussy lips and begin to make small circles on my clit. I spread my legs even wider, watching in the mirror as he touched me and I shook against him.

My pants turned to moans as I grinded slightly against his fingers, only the solid presence of him behind me keeping me seated on the bar stool. "Let's go to the bedroom. I want to see how dirty you can be. Will you be my good slut tonight?" I nodded at his words. "Say yes. Tell me you'll be my dirty slut," he demanded, his fingers moving faster, slick with my arousal. "Yes, yes I'm yours, I'm your slut" I gasped. "Good." He stopped his torturous circles nearly instantly, sliding his fingers from between my legs. Stepping away, he headed down the hall, disappearing into a darkened doorway. Shaking slightly, I waited for a beat before following him to the bedroom.

Dim red lights greeted me, just bright enough to make out a king size bed, and a tasteful but simple room. I paused a few steps in, unsure what to do. My mind had already switched to being submissive, waiting on orders on how I would be used. I wasn't left waiting long. Pulling me against him he started kissing me, one hand going into my hair to hold my head still and the other going to grip my ass. "I can be rough. Can you take it?"

I broke the kiss, looking into his eyes before replying "Yes Sir." It had slipped out unbidden and I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction. He smiled. "Yes Daddy. You will call me Daddy." He accentuated his words with a smack, making me gasp. "Yes Daddy!" Nodding in approval he stepped back, eyes taking me in again before he ordered, "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." As though in a trance, I stripped until I was bare, flinging each piece of the outfit I had carefully chosen to the floor. I paused, letting him see every inch of my naked form before sitting on the bed, sliding back until I was propped against the pillows.

The sight of me nude and in his bed seemed to remove any reservations he had. His clothes were off in seconds and he joined me, pinning me against the bed and fisting a hand in my hair again. A painful yank made me cry out, a small part of me wondering just how rough he meant. I held still as he moved down, capturing one pierced nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling quickly over it. The feeling of his teeth pressing down a bit too sharply a moment later forced a choked gasp from me from the sudden pain, and sent a pulse of pleasure between my legs. Switching to the other nipple he gave it the same treatment, the grip he had on my curls making me hesitant to squirm too much under him.

He finally moved on, releasing my hair to trail kisses down my stomach until he arrived between my legs. It seemed like he was trying to drive me crazy, because instead of delving his tongue between my wet folds like I desperately wanted, he instead pressed more kisses to my thighs. I waited, every brush of his face against my wet and sensitive pussy pure torture. Abruptly, he pushed my legs up, my bottom half hovering a bit over the bed. Holding me in that position he began to lick, starting at my ass and running his tongue all the way to my clit before beginning again.

Surprised, I struggled a bit against him at first, the shock of being touched in a place I never liked throwing me off. But he was stronger than me, and after a few more licks I relaxed. I hadn't said ass play was off limits, and it didn't hurt. If this is what pleased him then I would accept it. Gripping the sheets and making small sounds of pleasure, I accepted the foreign feeling, letting my mind wander to what else he would do to me before the night was over. Already he was pushing me out of my comfort zone, but I strangely didn't mind.

Letting my legs go after a few more passes, he finally focused his attention on my clit, being just as rough as he had been with my nipples. I was arching off the bed now, desperately trying to process the pleasure of him sucking on my clit hard, and following with a succession of circles from his tongue. "Wait, please, too much, Daddy ple-" the feeling of him forcing two fingers inside me stole my words, a sound of desperation from the sudden invasion replacing them. Even dripping wet I'm a tight fit. Recalling how his fingers looked wrapped around his glass at the bar earlier, I had no doubt I couldn't take another without screaming at the attempt.

Overstimulated from all the sensations, I barely registered the words he whispered into my pussy "Cum for me like a good girl and Daddy will fuck you. " All I could do was nod and moan at the promise, my hips moving against him of their own accord as though they understood. Cum and he would give me his cock. Be a good girl for him like you promised. Fuck his face and fingers like the slut you are.

He was talented, and after only a few more minutes and his fingers finding the right spot, I was doing exactly what he wanted. The orgasm was sudden, hard, and had me gripping the sheets so tightly I heard my knuckles crack. A strangled cry was all I could manage before sinking into the bed, panting as the waves of bliss slowly ebbed. Pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth he tasted me. "Good girl." I simply nodded, watching him maneuver off the bed, thinking he was going for a condom. Instead, he pointed to the floor, ordering firmly, "Come suck my cock."

Wordlessly, I slid off the bed and to my knees. Steadying myself with my hands on his hips, I studied his cock. A drop of pre-cum was hanging from the tip, as though waiting for me. A quick lick had me sliding my tongue down his length, seeking to draw out more. The taste at the back of my throat was one I already craved. Once he was wet from my attention, I gingerly worked him in my mouth until I couldn't take anymore and breathe at the same time. His hands went to the back of my head, holding me there for a moment before easing up, letting me draw away a bit before taking him deeper.

His moans were intoxicating, fueling my need to please him as well as I could. I sucked his cock with wanton abandon, making sure to gag on the tip hard before I pulled away, showing him even air didn't matter more than the feeling of him in my mouth. Saliva began to drip down my face and tears welled in my eyes as I forced him down my throat again and again, reveling in being used. If he decided to just fuck my mouth all night I would have been just as happy, my own wetness forgotten. My world had narrowed to the hardness sliding quickly between my lips.

Fortunately he had not, a quick jerk on my hair suddenly stopping me. Dazed and blinking, I looked up. Our eyes met, a smirk on his face as he studied me, breathing heavily, lips swollen and face covered in saliva from my efforts. A moment of silence passed before he said, "Such a good girl. You want me to use your pussy?" His question snapped me back to reality, to the aching between my legs. "Yes please Daddy!" My answer was instant, excited. Being fucked was of course my favorite thing. "Such a good girl for me. Lay on the edge of the bed, legs spread."

I scrambled off the carpeted floor, flopping on the bed and getting in position. Finally, I would get what I wanted from the moment I had confessed to him what I truly was. He went to the nightstand, searching for a moment before pulling out a condom, quickly tearing it open and rolling it on. Stepping between my legs, he paused again, looking me over, satisfaction lining his face. I stayed quiet, pretending to be patient but raging inside. I wanted him to stretch me, use me.

Leaning over, he steadied himself with one hand on the bed, using the other to guide his cock inside me. There was no time to adjust to the feeling of him stretching me. Grabbing my legs as an anchor he began to move, slamming in and out me hard and fast, my tits bouncing with every thrust. I fisted a handful of sheets as an anchor, my free hand going between my legs to rub my clit. He felt so right, so perfect inside me. And I was so damn wet for him.

"That's right, play with your pussy. You look so fucking good taking my cock." He breathed, his words stilted from the effort of practically pounding me into the bed. There was no rhythm in the way he was fucking me, just raw need, our moans mixing with the sound of his skin slapping against mine to fill the otherwise quiet room. Closing my eyes to focus on the feeling, I rubbed feverishly, wanting to cum again while being full of him. It always felt better that way.

Just as I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm he slowed, then stopped, pulling out of me. I sat up and looked at him, confused. "Hands and knees. Now." His tone let me know I better move fast. I quickly turned over, crawling to the middle of the bed. I felt him climb behind me, then push on my back, forcing my face into the sheets until I was at the angle he wanted. "Spread those legs, open that pussy up for me" he ordered. I shifted more, feeling like a toy he was preparing to play with. Apparently satisfied, he gave my upraised ass a quick spank before sliding inside me again in one smooth motion.

A sudden awareness washed over me. The way he used me felt degrading and almost practiced. I somehow knew I was just the next slut who let herself get drawn in to spread her legs for him. The idea turned me on even more. I began to push back against him with each thrust, surrendering to the thought. "Use me Daddy!" I moaned, any semblance of respect for myself lost at the overwhelming pleasure his cock buried in me produced. His rhythm was steadier this time, but even deeper than the other position, filling me to the brim. It felt absolutely heavenly and my former moans devolved into broken strings of pleading words for him to not stop. To never stop.

As though sensing the change, he became more vocal, degrading me with his words now. "Look at you fucking back on me like a whore. You love this cock?" he picked up the pace, forcing me to stop my movements against him to brace myself on the bed to take him. I could barely think now, and didn't answer, crying out senselessly. He laughed, his next words even harsher. "Forget your words slut? Did I fuck you stupid?" He seemed pleased with that, a soft "Oh fuck" trailing his question. "Your pussy is going to make me cum. Is that what you want?" I nodded, hoping he saw it. "Use your damn words. Tell me you want my cum." I tried to pull myself together, finally managing, "Yes, please! Cum wherever you want Daddy." It didn't matter after all, as long as he was satisfied.

"Good girl! You've earned this." With a loud moan, he slammed as deep as he could inside me, stopping so I could feel him pulse as he came. I tightened around him, trying to milk every drop until he went still. Slowly coming down, my mind replayed the last few minutes, realizing I had loved every word he used. He moved first, pulling out of me and laying down, his arms out to pull me in. I practically collapsed into them, spent. I hadn't had such an intense session in awhile. Cuddling me closer, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "That was fun." he murmured.

"Definitely." I agreed. I certainly hadn't expected the dirtiness he displayed. He seemed too clean cut on the outside for that. 'Then again, those are the ones you have to watch out for' I reminded myself, because I was the exact same. We laid in silence for several minutes, his hands traveling over my body in slow circles. "I can be even rougher." he suddenly said, stopping his ministrations. I smiled against his chest. "Sounds like a challenge. I think I can take it" I answered confidently. "I held back this first time because I wasn't sure, but now I know what a slut you are..' he trailed off, leaving me to fill in the blank.

I bit my lip, thinking over his words, then laughed, my fingers trailing down. "I'm off tomorrow, so you have me all night. Show me everything."