An afternoon of many firsts. [FM] | 2016

This all happened four days ago. After a very hectic morning, I[20F] arrive at his[33M] apartment at around 2:30 in the afternoon. I text him that I've arrived and then just stand at the bottom of his stairs for a few seconds. I'm a little nervous. I've never done anything like this before. But my ride has already left, so there's no turning back now. But I wouldn't have wanted to anyway. I was determined to be with this guy.

I walk up the stairs and he opens the door for me. This is a very familiar experience, as I've been to his place a few times before. I'm never sure if he's just standing at the door waiting to open it, or if he just happens to open it right when I get there. I'll probably never know. He lets me in and the tension increases. We exchange brief greetings and he takes my coat so I can remove my shoes. Then he leads me to his bedroom. Also a familiar experience, as he has roommates, so we usually hang out in his room. But his roommates are gone this week. We have the place to ourselves.

I start to express my frustrations with the morning I've been having, so he offers me a chair so I can sit and just breathe for a second. Then he comes over to me and starts giving me "head scratches". We have a Master/Kitten relationship, so this is just something that he does to me. I find it to be cute and endearing, so I giggle and lean into it. But I know that this is him trying to transition into what I really came here for, so I stop him before he can continue. I tell him that I want to go change, to make myself more comfortable. As the clothes that I'm already wearing are very loose-fitting, he gives me a confused look and says, "A baggy sweater is uncomfortable?" It's true that I was already pretty comfortable. He got me there. But those weren't the clothes that I wanted to do this in.

So I take off to his bathroom, change of clothes in hand. This wasn't plan A. I would have just loved to strip right in front of him and forget about clothes altogether. But mother nature can be a bitch sometimes, and I happened to be on my period this week. He knew, he was bummed. I was bummed. But that wasn’t going to keep us from having some fun. I remove my baggy pants and sweater in exchange for a cute pair of shorts and a form fitting shirt. I even remove my bra, just to get that step out of the way. The shorts were important because this was the first time I was really going to let him touch my skin, and I wanted to give him a very easy time in doing so.

I come back into the room and put my clothes with my bag. He gets up from his desk, comes over to me, and starts snuggle-hugging me. I love his snuggle hugs. He’s a good head taller than me, so they’re very comfy and soothing. While still hugging me, he spins me around and lays me onto his bed with himself on top of me, smothering me. He knows that I like being smothered and he has done this before. He asks me how I’m doing. I just giggle in response. I love how forward this man is. I love how he wants to know what I’m thinking.

He has a cat, and while we are laying there, his cat comes in the room and jumps up onto his back. I’m petting the cat from under him and laughing. I joke that his cat is a terrible wing man, to which he replies, “Yeah, he’s a dick.” But his cat was actually being a great wing man, because the interruption just calmed me down and eased the mood. But after awhile, the cat has to be sent out of the room and the door shut so that we can be alone.

After a few more minutes of sweet smothering, we both want to progress this somehow. I am unsure of what to do. I want to kiss him so badly. But I’m so new to all of this. I had made out with a guy before, but in that situation, he was very much the sub with me taking the lead. Now I am the sub. I prefer being the sub. And I want Master to take the lead. But I would have kissed him first had he taken any longer.

He eventually leans down and kisses me on the forehead. It’s so unexpected, and I start blushing immediately. It’s the cutest thing that he has ever done to me. He asks me what I think of it. “That was so cute,” I respond. He leans down further and plants a quick kiss on my lips. “How about that?” he asks. I respond by simply pressing my lips back against his. It’s awkward, but first kisses always are. I make little mental notes of how he feels, how he tastes, how he moves, so that I can think about them later when we’re apart. I think about kissing him so often, and now I’ll have true memories to fantasize about later.

I’m just starting to get used to his lips when he suddenly pulls them away. “No! More kisses! More kisses, please!” I plead. “More kisses… what?” He looks at me expectantly. “More kisses… more kisses…?” I know what he wants me to say, but at the same time I don’t want to get it wrong. “Come on, Kitten. More kisses…?” He persists. “…More kisses…Master?” The word barely leaves my lips before he’s pressing his against mine again. I guess that was the right answer.

He rolls off of me and repositions us in a sideways embrace. We continue kissing as he runs his hands up and down my body. I don’t know which to focus on: his wonderful lips or his wonderful hands. He’s treating my body quite delicately, but every once in awhile, he grabs my flesh and squeezes. I wish he would just do this everywhere. It’s such a pleasurable sensation. He puts his hand up underneath my shirt and starts touching my breasts. It’s exciting and it makes me feel so shy at the same time. He’s the first person to ever touch me here. He glides his hands over my chest and starts pinching my nipples. This takes me a bit off guard as it is a really intense sensation. A bit too intense. Almost painful. I wonder why he wants to do this to me. I wonder if he has done it to past partners.

He repositions again so that he is on top of me but shifted down my body. He lifts my shirt and fully exposes my breasts. My heart is racing and I’m feeling really shy as he brings his lips to my nipples. I can feel his rough stubble against my chest. It tickles. I like looking down and seeing the top of his head as he does things to me. It makes me feel all warm and affectionate to this man on top of me. He sits up, looks me in the face, and pulls off his shirt. It’s a really great moment. I’m looking at his handsome, hairy chest and just thinking to myself, “My God, this man is sexy.” I probably should have said that out loud. I feel so giddy and excited to be getting it on with this mature hunk of he-man. He presses our exposed chests together and my mind starts short circuiting as we start kissing again. This lasts very briefly, as he soon rolls off of me completely so that he’s laying on his back.

He says something to me. I can’t remember what he said now, because all that translated in my head at the time was that I was going to get to see his dick. Whatever he asked me, I respond positively and he begins removing his pants. But I quickly stop him because I want to do it. I want to get to unleash the beast. So I unzip his pants and start trying to pull them off of him. He has to help me, because I’ve never done this before, and I’m not doing it very well. But the whole thing just makes me really happy. I finally get his pants off and I toss them onto the floor. The underwear comes off a little easier because now I understand how the mechanics of this situation have to work. I secretly compliment his good taste in boxers. Again, I probably should have said this out loud. Underwear off, I look back at him and ask if he wants his socks removed. “Either way,” he responds. So I take them off. You can’t be naked with just socks on. That’s just not allowed.

Now that he’s fully naked, I come back up and sit next to his waist and really take in the appearance of his cock. I’ve seen it before in pictures and videos that he’s sent me. But in person, it’s a whole different story. I’ve never seen a penis in person before. But I love the way his looks. I always have. I’ve seen my fair share of dicks across the internet. But his just has a certain appeal for me. There is just something really pleasing about his size and head to girth ratio. And now, here I have this sexy, naked man in front of me asking if I want to touch it.

Not wanting him to feel alone in his nakedness, I pull my shirt off and toss it aside with his clothes. I am just beside myself with excitement. Oh boy, did I want to touch his member. I reach out my hand, but I’m just so nervous. I don’t know how to touch a cock. I don’t know where to touch a cock. Finally, I have to ask him to place my hand on his cock. This is a tactic that I’ve had to use before when my mind really wants to do something but my body is having trouble executing it. He takes my hand and puts it on his shaft near the base, and I start fucking losing my shit on the inside. I start moving my hand up and down him a bit. His member is warm and hard and ridged, it’s a little different than what I expected. But I really don’t know what I expected.

I’m really unsure of what to do to him, so he asks if I want to put my mouth on it. I don’t remember if I even said yes. I just jump at the suggestion. I may not know how to use my hands, but I know how to use my mouth. He just looks so delicious and he’s dripping precum. I don’t even need to think twice about it. I dive down and instinctively put his whole tip in my mouth, leading it in tongue first. And that taste. Holy fuck, that taste. I’m a vegetarian, but he just tasted like meat. Like warm, fleshy, erotic meat. It flipped a carnal switch on inside my head. I felt like such a tiger, and I just wanted to devour this man and his tasty member.

I lick all over his tip and up and down his shaft. It’s not that he necessarily tastes good. He actually tastes quite salty. But I’m not hungry for food, I’m hungry for cock. His cock. This is his cock, and I love it. I kiss it, take it in and out of my mouth, drag my lips down it and kiss the base. He tells me that this doesn’t seem like my first time. Those words fall like sweet music on my ears. I suck on his tip, and take him in as much as I can at different intervals. I’m surprised at how difficult this actually is. I’m surprised by how fully he fills my mouth.

But my favorite thing to do is just lick him like an ice cream cone, and I do ample amounts of this until he weaves his hands through my hair and pulls me up to his face to kiss me again. It’s a really hot move on his part, and I’m taken aback once again by how sexy this man really is. I rest on his chest kissing him, until I have to reach up and tap on his hands in my hair and tell him that he’s pulling too tight. He apologizes and let’s go of my hair. Again, really hot. Sorry becomes such an intimate word when you’re in a completely vulnerable situation with someone like that. I was already sold on this man from the beginning, but with each successive minute he continues to sweeten the deal further.

He pushes me off of him a bit and says that he has an idea. He gets up off the bed and walks over to his desk chair. I get a nice look at his ass and am reminded that just as much as this man is sexy, he’s also really cute. He sits down on the chair, spreads his legs, and looks at me expectantly. I love the way he looks in this position, with his whole package out for my full viewing pleasure. And it is pleasurable to look at. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s blown me away with his sexiness by now.

I crawl off the bed and get on my knees in front of him. I feel so turned on to be in this position of submission for him. I look up at him for reassurance, and then go back to work on his member. It’s much easier accessing him in this position, with his dick level with my head. I put one hand under his balls, which I would just love to play with more, but have no idea how to. I hold his member with my other hand and take him back into my mouth. I play with him a bit more, licking him and doing the things I like, until he places a hand on the back of my head.

I know what he wants to do, and I’m glad he wants to try it. I’m glad that he wants to take control of it. I love it when he takes control. But this is not a beginner move, and I discover that very quickly as he starts shoving my mouth onto his cock, making me face fuck him. Or trying to at least. We get about two strokes in before I start gagging. He lets up on my head so I can back off and catch my breath. I apologize for my inability, and he assures me that there is nothing to apologize over. We try it again, and once again only get about two strokes in before I can’t stifle my gag reflex and start choking on him. He lets up. I apologize again.

I look up at him with watery eyes and tell him that he’s just a lot to take in. He reminds me that he’s only average sized. I don’t know why he continues to remind me of this. I love his size. I wonder if seeing me all teary eyed is turning him off, so I start wiping my eyes. He grabs my hand and holds up two of my fingers against his cock to show me the size difference between what I can fit inside me now and what he’s packing. I have not considered this yet, and it’s blowing my mind. I remind him that I’ve really only been able to successfully fit one finger inside me since I began experimenting with it a couple weeks ago. I hold a single finger up to his dick, which is easily six times the width of my finger. I’m getting excited. Someday I’m going to get the pleasure and challenge of trying to take this monster inside me. I can’t wait for the day when I’ll get to try.

I go back to sucking him off. I really can’t help myself. I love doing this. I love having his cock in my mouth. I hope that he’s enjoying this. He stops me to show me how to do something. “Yes, Master. Please teach me. Show you’re Kitten how to pleasure your cock.” He puts my hand on his shaft and tells me to hold firmer. Firmer. Firmer. I’m already learning a lot about how rough I can really be with him. Then he tells me to suck his cock in sync with jacking him off. I immediately understand what he means and go right to it. I’m glad he’s showing me what to do. I want this to be amazing for him.

His body jerks a little as I start going at it, and I can tell that he is pleasurably surprised with my performance. This is a good sign. He tells me that I am a natural at this. It feels very natural to be doing this. I’m maintaining a good grip and forcing his dick against my tongue as I’m taking it in and out of my mouth. He starts precuming again, and every time a new wave of it hits my tongue, it just increases my crazy, carnal desires for him. I want him. I’m currently getting him, but I still want him. It’s like I can never get enough of him.

I continue this technique, but can’t breathe very well as I do it. So I hold a pace, then let up to breathe, then pick up the pace again. I hope that this is okay for him. He reaches down and starts pinching my nipples again. I’m glad that he wants to touch me while I do this to him. I take it as a good sign. I keep trying to listen for his breathing, but my face is so hot that I can’t hear anything anyway. I want to look up at his face, but that is impossible to do and keep up this rhythm at the same time. The physical impossibilities of reality can be so frustrating sometimes.

Pretty soon, he touches me to get me to slow down, and asks where Kitten would like Master to cum. My brain is so overloaded with sensations right now that I don’t even register what he means. He asks again more specifically. “Would Kitten like Master to cum in her mouth, on her face, on her chest?” I want him to cum in my mouth, but I’m so nervous to ask for it. I’m afraid that I’m not ready for it. But if he wants to, then I want him to. I start kissing his dick tenderly as I consider how I should respond. “Where would Master like to cum?”

“Master would like to cum on Kitten’s face.” He pushes me more away from him now and gets ready. I like this choice, but I’m just so anxious because I don’t know what to expect and I’m afraid of how I might react. I don’t want to let him down. I ask if it would be alright if I close my eyes. I think he can tell that I’m unsure about this, because he asks if I would rather that he cum on my chest. I’m so grateful that he is so thoughtful, even at this moment. It makes me so happy to be experiencing this with someone who is so considerate of their partner.

As it would make me more comfortable, I take up Master’s offer to cum on my chest instead. “Then Kitten will have to get up and lay on the bed.” I scurry up right away and lay back down on the bed. Anything for Master. He climbs on top of me. This is so exciting. I’m glad we decided to do it this way. He begins jerking himself off. I want to watch him do it, but his face is commanding my full attention. Commanding it. I can’t look away from him. He begins describing these wonderfully naughty things to me. How he would rather be inside me right now, filling me with his cum. I’m burning so badly for him as I look into his eyes and listen to these wonderful things. I’m so overwhelmed to be hearing them in person for once. It still hasn’t really hit me that we’re actually doing this right now. It all seems like such a wonderful dream.

Then I feel his cum start shooting onto me. It’s so forceful, and wet, and warm. I’ve dreamed so much about him and his cum, and now he’s shooting it all over me and I couldn’t be happier about it. I lose focus on anything else that’s happening except the sensation of his cum landing all over me. When I sort of come back to reality, I start rubbing his cum into me and looking at him while I lick it off of my hands. He grins at me. It’s a very fun moment.

But the next thing I know, he's jumping off of me and getting dressed again. I’m sad that he wants to put his clothes on so soon. I wasn’t done admiring his body yet. He throws me a towel to wipe myself off with. It is at this point that I realize just how much he came on me. I’m so excited about it. From start to finish, this man has just exceeded all of my expectations. He comes over to me and takes the towel from me. “You missed a spot.” He says as he starts wiping cum off of my neck. It’s such a small gesture, but I just can’t help but melt from it. It’s so sweet, and cute, and sexy. He’s so sweet, and cute, and sexy.

He brings me my shirt and starts telling me how it’s best to just laugh after these things. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I don’t know what I’m supposed to be laughing at. I’ve just had one of the best experiences of my life. I’m just so happy and pleased about it that I start laughing anyway. “That’s the spirit.” He tells me. He asks if I want to cuddle. Of course I want to cuddle. So he puts on a video, and we lay there together with our clothes on again. But I can’t stop thinking about everything that we had just done while our clothes were off.