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I had always thought of myself as fairly open minded. Until that day...
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I had always thought of myself as fairly open minded. Until that day... I met HIM online and the attraction was instant for me. We chatted for a few weeks before meeting. He was eloquent, charming and had just enough wicked in his subtext to make him very appealing to me. He had outlined via email, exactly what I was to wear. Black wrap dress, red heels, no underwear, hair tied back in a loose bun, red lipstick and a string of pearls. It was all very exciting to me. The way this man directed me with such confidence, had my pussy throbbing. He had detailed in his email exactly how the night was to unfold and I'd been able to think of nothing else but his cock inside of me all day long. I ring the bell and start wondering if I should turn around before it's too late. His house is quaint, rustic almost. I hear his footsteps come down wooden floors. I still have time I think and then he opens the door. He leans in and kisses me on both cheeks. But before I could say a thing, he puts his finger on my lips 'Shhh'. He smells of sandalwood and toasted tobacco. He leads me to the lounge in silence and motions for me to sit down on the sofa while he pulls up a chair right in front of me. I feel so awkward sitting in silence in front of him and start toying with my pearls. "Undo your dress" he says far too close to my ear. I look down as I unwrap my dress, shy, excited and wet with anticipation. The sound of a cork popping makes me look up straight into his gaze. He maintains eye contact as he sips straight from the bottle. Leaning in he starts kissing me, bubbles fizzing in between desperately probing tongues. He pulls my bun back exposing my neck and parts my lips with his thumb, pouring champagne directly into my mouth. It trickles down my neck and forms a little pool in the furrow between my legs. His fingers trace the path down my neck, pausing only to thumb my nipples. "Are you my Fucktoy?" he asks as his fingers find its way to the entrance of my pussy. All I could do was moan in acquiescence as he thrust his fingers inside me. I'm beyond aroused and can feel my climax building as I clench my pussy around his hand. Tsk tsk he says, slipping his hand out. "Did you really think I would let you cum that easily? He pushes me back on the couch and spreads my knees with his leg, slipping off my pearls with his one hand. He slowly lowers it into the champagne bottle and pulls it right back out. "Now I'm going to sit back and watch you insert the pearls into that wet cunt" It took some skill but I really wanted to please this man. So I spread my lips and double up the pearls, edging them inside me pearl by pearl. It bites as first, until I get my technique right. His eyes burn straight through me. I feel my pussy filling up with the iridescent orbs and find myself shifting around as the sensation becomes pleasurable. "Such a good girl" he coos, tripping the last switch of resistance inside of me. I want to be his Fucktoy. "Do good girls get treats?" I ask, defying the rule of silence. "No"he says but Fucktoys get cock. And before i know it, I'm on my hands and knees, the pearls rolling around inside me, rubbing up against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my nipples with every movement. He unzips a magnificent looking cock and tells me to keep my hands behind my back. He slaps his cock all over my face and that sound makes me even wetter. His hands tangle into my hair and he starts fucking my face while I gyrate my hips rolling the pearls up and down trying to rush to climax. But it wasn't to be. He pulls my head back, rubbing his wet cock all over me and hands me the champagne bottle containing a few more sips of bubbles. "Sit back and finish that" he says. "Then I'm going to watch you fuck yourself with the bottle." I nearly spat out the champagne as his instruction registers in my head. And just as the wheels start turning in my head, he leans over and starts kissing me. "You are going to love it" he whispers in between kisses down my breasts, trailing his tongue down my side and resting his face between my legs. He slips his tongue inside me and slowly starts pulling out the pearls with his teeth. His eyes are fixed on me, watching me squirm and pant and moan and beg to cum. It felt like he was pulling out my entire soul from within and I loved every second of it. I was his Fucktoy and I wanted to please him. So I sit back, spread my legs and slowly inch the neck of the bottle into my now drenched pussy. I'm amazed at how deep it goes in and soon hit the treasure trove of sweet spots. I can't deny it is unbelievably hot, having a man in front of me jerking off while watching me pleasure myself. I push the bottle in a little deeper with every thrust, spurned on by that glazed look in his eyes. I know it won't be long before he cums and I'm just about ready to blow up like a steam geyser in Yellowstone, myself. Hearing him say my name, telling me how sexy I looked, I came in a delicious convulsion of pure euphoria. I get a little damp even now, recalling how terribly aroused I was, fucking myself with a bottle. He came inside my mouth shortly after that but before I could swallow, his tongue parted my lips and searched out my tongue, my mouth still filled with his cum. That night is still etched most vividly in my minds eye. I can't help but think of it every time I "cum" across a bottle of champagne. I guess I wasn't as open minded as I had imagined. But what fun I had discovering that. |
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