Let me introduce the characters. There is a Man, and a Lady. You might ask their names, but their names are irrelevant. The only concession to a name I will give you is that she is not called a woman, but The Lady.
The Lady is in her early twenties, she is short - just hovering somewhere around the five-foot mark - and she is plump: chubby, curvaceous, and callipygian. All these words and more could be used to describe her, and many more. She looks fertile, her breasts round, her bottom rounder, her thighs like pillows. Her lips form a rosebud and the twinkle in her eye makes the Man want to enter her. And while she has folds of flesh, each one is still imbued with the dewy freshness of youth. They could be called baby fat, the way that each curve is smooth and round and bite-able. Her love handles are as perfectly round and grab-able as if they were breasts as well. The dimples in her chubbiness are as cute as ever dimples can be. The Lady is bright-eyed and clever, and full of the joy of youth. She is a post-graduate student, and she likes strong powerful men. She wants to own one, to control him, to make him her own. And then he can dominate her, use her and own her. That is her secret desire. She doesn't want the sort of men who line up at clubs or ask her out at college. They are too young; too easily pleased; too powerless.
The Man is older, naturally. He is around 6 foot, muscular, in good shape, with a naturally athletic, strong build. His leg and arm muscles are big, beefy and defined, but not like a body-builder: it is as if he was born this way - tall, rangy, and strong. His face is neither Hollywood-beautiful nor ugly. It is good-looking, but mainly from the intelligence and firmness in his eyes and in his jaw. He dresses well and eats healthily and is a senior manager in a company that relies on him. He likes younger girls. He likes to take them to dinner, get them drunk, and then take them to a hotel room and cum inside their mouths.
The Man has a simple rule in life: if you only cum in a girl's mouth, you can't get her pregnant. Of course there was that tennis star, but he learnt from that: he always makes sure they swallow every last drop of his cum. He does return the favor, with his hands and his tongue.
He doesn't like his cock to be sucked: he likes to fuck the mouth of the girl. He likes to hold her head and pump his cock into their soft willing mouth. He likes to control it. He likes to know when he is going to cum and to decide. He likes to know that it is his decision whether or not to spurt his hot sperm into her mouth or not. He likes to decide when to take his cock out of her mouth, or whether to just leave her sucking on it until it gets hard again. If he could have a girl under his desk to face-fuck in his lunch break he certainly would.
How do The Man and The Lady meet? It is inevitable that they will meet. It almost does not matter which of the many ways they could meet is the actual one. In the way of it, they meet online. They start to email each other. They share fantasies. His fantasies are all about domination, about tying the girl up, coming in her mouth. Her fantasies are about fertile girls getting pregnant, about full breasts brimming with milk, about warm wet pussies milking big cocks for their sperm. You might think that The Man's fantasies wouldn't interest The Lady, and likewise that The Lady's fantasies wouldn't interest The Man. But something about the fantasies turn each other on, and they have both read them and cum to each other's dirty thoughts.
When they write to each other, it is like a little war. She tells him that she never lets a man cum in her mouth: that she will suck him, but he needs to cum in her pussy or between her breasts. He tells her that he hasn't cum inside a woman's pussy in more than 5 years - that he will force her to swallow his cum, his sperm, that she will swallow it or choke as he thrusts his cock inside her mouth. She counters that he has never felt such a warm, tight, wet cunt as hers. That her cunt is so irresistible that just the sight and smell of it will make him slide up inside her and instantly spurt his juice into her.
They send each other photos to taunt the other person.
Her photos are soft focus, arty, never completely revealing but still showing hints. An edge of lace knickers on her round bottom; her nipple tight inside a satin bra; a close up of her lips sucking on a finger; a single cherry lying between her perfect chubby thighs.
His photos are more obvious. His arm muscles tight as he holds a pose; his torso showing his big shoulders; and of course his cock - hard, erect every time. In close ups it thrusts towards her, it glistens at the tip with pre-cum, it throbs and the veins stand out as the blood fills it. Only once does he send a picture of his face. It is very intense. He looks like he can see right into her.
They live about 3 hours drive from each other, but there is no talk of meeting up. Each of them is trying to gain the upper hand before they meet. Neither is succeeding - which is making the tension between them grow. And then something happens. His work is taking him to the city where she lives. He is going there for two nights. He can't help mentioning it to her in an email, and so they plan to meet for a drink.
I won't tell you about the preparations. I'm sure you all know of the excitement; the feelings of arousal and uncertainty; the mind thinking of endless possibilities; all the things that happen when you are going out for a drink with someone you know you would like to have sex with. And I'm sure you know it is even more intense when you have discussed that sex, played mentally with each other, and inevitably cum thinking about the other person, reading their stories and emails.
What I will tell you is how they looked, just beforehand. He is waiting in the bar, dressed in an Italian suit, white shirt, but no tie. His face has a thin layer of stubble, and he looks calm, in control. He looks like the successful businessman that he is, and at the same time there is a sardonic, slightly wry look to his face. A closer look at the Man will reveal that there is a distinct bulge in his expensively cut suit trousers. His cock is ready. He is aching to cum into her mouth - to show her that he is in charge.
She is walking towards the bar. She has on a beautiful dress. It accentuates her curves. It doesn't try to hide them - she knows that the best thing to do with her plump body is to revel in it and show it off. If people don't like it, that isn't her problem. And there are plenty who let her know that they do like it. She is wearing stockings and shoes with a medium high heel. Her cleavage is on full display - a beautiful valley of plump, smooth flesh. And she has a secret too. Underneath her dress and above her tights, there are no underwear. She knows that he wants to cum in her mouth, and she is going to make sure that her cunt is just as open, just as accessible as her gorgeous mouth. She is smiling, her bright teeth showing between her lips, contrasting against the red lipstick. She might be nervous but she doesn't show it.
They meet.
