I Finally Got Him, Girls... Ch. 01

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She plucked up the nerve and exploited him ruthlessly.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 09/22/2022
Created 04/12/2012
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I got him. Finally. Really got him. We'd danced around each other for months. Neither of us was a kid and we were a bit over-cautious, I suppose. I was 99% sure he liked me, and, well, he was that rare guy that makes you wet every time he's around. At least he did me. And I spent a lot of time wishing he would...do me. lol. Then I moved condos and, to my surprise and delight, he agreed to come for a drink and look it over.

But still...well, it was as much my 'fault' as his. Every time I decided to make THE move, I don't know, something cropped up and the moment passed. So we talked and sipped wine, and talked, and sipped wine, and an hour went past and I noticed him stealing a glance at his watch. And believe me when I say my heart sank. Which I guess showed somehow, and he was more attuned than most guys, because he explained there was an important game on with a team he supported. Actually, he asked first if I enjoyed the sport in question -- and since I don't mind the sport in question, and it was him asking, I switched on the TV and freshened his glass and mine. "It should be a rout," he said, "over by the half."

It wasn't. His team played badly and the game stayed tight. Ever noticed how much you can learn about a guy from watching him watch his favourite sport? Someone should teach us that, girls, when we're young. It would probably save us a great deal of pain. But that's a footnote, of course. The truth is, as the half neared an end, an idea came to me. Believe me when I say my mouth was dry, and my pussy anything but, when I switched off the TV. The silence was deafening, but I thought you've-done-it-now-girl in-for-a-penny and said, "You can buy more time if you like."

He gave me the quizzical little smile I always really really liked.

"Five minutes at a time." My mouth was ashes. So I sipped my wine. "But it'll cost you one thing you're wearing for each five minutes."

I almost came on the spot when he said, "'Wearing?' So my shoes don't count?"

It simply came out, on its own. "No, they don't. I find barefeet extremely erotic, don't you?" His eyes slid to my own barefeet, tucked up under me on the sofa -- and he chuckled, reaching down to slip off his socks. I tried for dignity as I slid off the sofa to retrieve the kitchen timer, but I had to have a quick check once I was in the kitchen to make sure I hadn't, well, I was wearing a light coloured skirt -- and I was THAT wet. Relieved to find it didn't actually show through, yet, I returned to the livingrrom. "That doesn't start til the game resumes, of course." "Of course," I replied, as I set it to 0 again. "And I can quit any time, of course." "Of course. At the end of a time segment, of course."

We were like a comfortable established couple, playing a game to spice things up. Except, of course, we were still on the brink, so to speak...and to say 'electric' would be an understatement. I actually jumped when the timer pinged. Using the remote to switch off the TV, with the game still tight, I was reasonably, well, no, I won't lie. My hands were shaking. It was now all about would-he-backout -- and if-he-didn't- Welch-would-it-be-his-shirt-or-his-pants. But it really was a close game and he apparently didn't want to miss a minute.

It was his pants. And I learned some more. Not least that the bulge in his shorts was very very very promising.

So now I was praying the game would stay tight enough and I was ecstatic when the opposition scored a try (did I mention the game was rugby?...all those guys with great butts in tight shorts!) to actually take the lead. He shot me a theatrically pained glance, and we kibbitzed playfully, but his eyes rarely left the screen -- and when the timer was running down, with his team threatening, and him not wanting to miss anything, he started to unbutton his shirt.

Sheer impulse. Just the thought 'why-not' and out came the words, "Oh-no, over confidence has a price. Shorts this time."

And he glanced over at me...and my heart froze, then thumped away like mad because he smiled and shrugged and stood up and slipped them off. He was too quick for my liking, but if the glimpse I'd caught was anything to go by, well, I was buzzing now in anticipation -- but his team scored then...and they scored again about 3 minutes later, so I was wondering if they were far enough in the lead when the timer pinged.

I needn't have worried. He was already unbuttoning his shirt!

Girls, he was gorgeous. Everything I'd dreamt of when I was using up the batteries over the past few months -- thick, and curved, and, well, we don't have to tell the lie about size not mattering when the tip reachs beyond his navel, do we! "So how does this work now?" he asked, still staring at the game.

I swallowed. "We go on, of course," I said, hopefully, and when he didn't react I added, "I'll just have to think up, uhm...?"

"Forfeits," he suggested.

"That's it. Forfeits."

He turned a wry smile in my direction. "Make them your best ideas. I don't intend to switch off until the game is safely in the bag and we may as well explore the possibilities to see if we're truly compatible."

When the timer pinged, I left him watching to retrieve the box I kept in the very back of my closet...the one I hadn't opened in much too long. I made sure it was dusted properly, carried it in and placed it on the coffeetable in front of us. Knowing he was watching from the corner of his eye as I opened it, I kept the lid blocking his view -- and took a deep breath, believe me, a very deep breath -- then removed my flogger and gently placed it on the table on his side.

"Bit of a Domme, are we?"

"With the right man. I haven't had the opportunity in quite some time." I don't know why I added the last bit. I just did.

All I really wanted to do was to sit on that gorgeous cock and ride him til I melted. And I was risking that. But it was there, and he was there -- and he wanted to know, apparently -- and it wasn't that I didn't enjoy vanilla, I did, I do -- but it hadn't always worked well to start what I'd hoped would be a lasting relationship by pretending and then introducing the other side later. And I really really really wanted this to be a lasting relationship.

So you can imagine my relief and exhileration when he re-focused on the TV and murmured something as the opposition scored again.

The next time the timer pinged, there was 10 minutes left in the game -- with his team only up by 3 points. I removed the carefully coiled ropes from the box, laid them by the flogger and left the box lid off so he could see the other contents. I then re-set the timer and poured the last of the wine into our glasses.

Ping. 5 minutes left and his team only up by 6. I switched off the TV. When he turned to me, I said, "This time the price is to deprive you of the TV -- but there's another bottle in the fridge and an opener in the drawer and if you open it, fill my glass and do everything I say, exactly as I say, I might, just might, let you catch whatever happens to be left of the game..."

I love the way a hard-on wobbles about when a naked man hurries toward me. Don't you? Of course you do. And when the hurrying man with the wobbling cock brings wine...perfect. lol. When he'd poured the wine, I made him stand directly in front of me. His cock felt as good as it looked. Two fingertips gently steadying the quivering shaft, two others plucking casually at his scrotum.

"You'll stay nude and serve me." For emphasis, I gave him another gentle pluck.

"Yes." His voice was throaty.

"That wasn't a question."

"No. Sorry."

"Good boy." I used the remote to turn on the TV. The crowd were going wild, cheering on the underdogs -- his team's opposition.

I tapped the sofa right beside me, let him sit and moved his leg over both of mine, exposing his cock and balls. That way I could torment him, if I chose, which I did, while the last 2 minutes of the game ground slowly down...with his team defending desperately and only 3 points ahead. "Now don't you dare cum," I whispered in his ear, two fingers stroking his quivering cock shaft oh so slowly...

His team hung on. We'll say he did as well. Although I do love the taste of that little pre-cum bubble taken from my own fingertip. Especially when it means I'd controlled him perfectly. Squeezed just the right amount from the tube as it were. lol.

And I took him at his word...'we may as well explore the possibilities to see if we're truly compatible'. Remember? I did. No-more-hesitation, just-do-it. So I had him stand facing away, hands behind his head, and set about pinking him. Nothing heavy. I'm not comfortable with heavy. Just flicks of the flogger, building up, forehand for his right cheek and backhand in the same motion for the left. Silence in the room -- save for the clip sound of the flogger and the odd groan torn from his throat. It wasn't long before he was quivering all over, and glistening with sweat. That's something else I enjoy tasting. Male sweat produced under duress. More good stuff squeezed from the tube. lol. So I paused to sample it, from my fingertips, then resumed. Another half dozen flicks.

Then I visually savoured the pink of his cheeks for a few moments, sipping wine, before, "Turn around."

He was still hard! Not-put-off-then. Quite-the-reverse. A shiver ran through me but I suppressed it, covering with another sip of wine, reached out with my free hand to pluck gently at his scrotum. Feigning displeasure I put my thumb against the base of his shaft and spread my hand up, measuring against my little finger and said sharply, "You can give me more than that!"

It's not good to let them rest, you see. Goes to their head if they think you're impressed. Taking up the flogger I went to work on the inner thighs. Same rythm but moving up, climbing slowly toward his rock hard balls. And still he stayed hard! Apprehensive, for sure, trembling and eyes locked on the flicking flogger -- but still hard! Still not put off. So I suddenly went for him directly. Two quick overhand strokes. Direct hits to his cock and balls. One sharp gasp and a full groan from him.

THAT made him soften. Thank god! As I said, I don't do heavy. I'd once lost a guy who needed his cock whipped. But I wouldn't let this one know this. So long as he thought I would, and could, that was as good as doing it.

Standing up, I moved the coffeetable away with my foot. "Never do that to me again. I want hard, understood. Now sit, right there, and get it up again. Go on. Do it."

Quick!?. He was a scalded cat. Down on the floor, masturbating. While I stood over him, undressing slowly. Delighted by how fast he was hard again.

"Enough. That's mine. Over there. There. Lie flat."

And when I was ready. When I was finally undressed, I moved over and sank down over him. "Get it on. Go on." I pretended to attend to my hair, purposely stifling any sign of pleasure as he found his way inside me. Even as I settled slowly down onto him. "And don't you dare cum before I finish. Now lie still. Absolutely still."

Believe me, girls, I RODE him. Hard. I peaked very quickly but kept on going, hit multiples, slowed, but only a bit, to grind down in that lovely circular motion, peaked again and felt him spurt, kept riding him until my legs stopped working...

"So," I rolled over in the crook of his arm, and propped myself on an elbow to look down at him, "are we compatible, do you think?"

His laugh told me we were.

"Good. Because next time I'm going to put a mat inside that door and you will stand there and strip..."

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Gregory079Gregory079over 1 year ago

Liked the lols. Definitely gave the impression a woman wrote this (probably did) and like others I wish it didn’t start so quick or end so quick. I’m asking myself what did I even read. There isn’t much of a plot or story here.

Also, i would love this to happen to me.

hanneliushanneliusover 9 years ago
why?

why be wicked and hateful to get a guy to do

something any guy would do?

if you loved me...

you could strip me naked anywhere...

i would live completely without clothes...

you could invite your friends over to show them

how completely naked i am

you could show them how my cock is completely naked

and open for all of them to play with

you can be overjoyed my cock is always naked

for you to suck and hold wherever we go

you can show your friends and their moms

how wonderful it is

that my cock is always naked

and i live without any clothing at all

while they suck it and stare at it

and tell me how beautiful it is

as the cum shoots naked in their mouths

in front of everyone....

qarlcueqarlcueover 9 years ago
Sexy interplay

i like the combination of Dom external behavior with playful and sexy confession of inner wetness and need

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
Lols

I actually found the "lol"s very well placed, the whole tale gives good insight into the woman's personality / way of seeing things. The sex was skipped over a bit, but the rest was top notch.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 12 years ago
It's the journey that makes this interesting.

Not the sex.

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