As I stepped into the welcome lounge, I saw him straight away. His height made him stand out from the crowd, but I was drawn to his eyes, intense and bearing into me as he saw me. His eyes spoke of things that we had discussed, promises made to have me on my knees within 30 minutes of being with him, and the pleasure that he would take from me. I flushed under the intensity of the stare and looked down, whilst making my way towards him.

“Hi,” I murmured as I got to him, coming over all shy and full of doubt. Whilst I knew this was what I wanted, I didn’t know if this was something that I could do.

“Hey,” he smiled at me, pulling me into a tight embrace. Already I could feel his excitement, with his erection pushing into me. I flushed again, pleased that he wouldn’t be able to see this whilst also feeling myself clench in my stomach, feeling excitement flood me as well. He let go and moved to take my hand. “Shall we?”

I followed him out to the car, where I meekly sat in silence, pondering what the day would bring. We had talked about many plans online, where it’s easier to be brave. There was something more daunting, and delectable, about being this close to him and knowing that my wildest fantasies were likely to happen. I checked the clock. It’d already been 10 minutes since we met, and I felt myself get more and more aroused knowing that I only have 20 minutes left.

We drove in a charged silence to his house. My nerves spiked further once he announced that we’d arrived, and I felt every part of me want to run. He looked over at me, and I think he could see my apprehensive.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, remember that,” he said reassuringly. I looked into his deep brown eyes, and I knew that I trusted this man to do anything with me, and that no matter what I would be going through with the things that we had planned. I smiled at him, trying to show him that I was willing, and opened my door.

Entering his house, I wondered how best to do as I was told. He had made it very clear before we met that he was expecting me down on my knees with my lips around his cock within 30 minutes of meeting him. I only had 7 minutes left, and I knew that I wanted to do it. However, as soon as the door shut, he didn’t leave me much time left to think.

He grabbed me, pinning my arms to the wall above my head, and kissing me passionately. His passion sent tingles across my whole body, and I felt myself getting wet. One hand went to his belt, which he undid and let his trousers drop to the floor. He let go of me, and I dropped to my knees. His cock was straining in his underwear and I helped him escape the confines of his boxers. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and I slowly took him into my mouth.

There were already traces of precum on the end of his cock. I took as much as I could fit in, allowing his cock to slide down to the back of my throat without gagging. Adding suction, I went to work at giving him the pleasure that he commanded from me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the cock in the mouth and the pleasure of tasting him was bringing me.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Look at me.” I obeyed, and maintained eye contact, seeing the ecstasy on his face. “Good girl,” he whispered, holding my hair with his hands. He groaned as I licked the underside of his cock once more, muttering “oh fuck” as I did. His words of encouragement and pleasure were getting me wetter with every passing moment, increasing my need to be taken by him. As though he could sense my longing, he pulled his cock from my mouth and yanked me to my feet. Forcefully, he pushed me onto his couch, so that I fell back over the side of the arm, landing with my legs up in the air. He pushed up my skirt and tore off my underwear.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled, positioning himself by my dripping pussy.

“You, Danny,” I moaned, flushing at the words. He owned me, and he knew it. He pushed himself into me in one thrust, and fell on top of me, pinning me on the couch.

“You. Are. Mine.”

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, “all yours.”

He started to pick up the tempo, thrusting into me with as much force as he could muster. There was a carnal need about him, as if he needed to claim me as his, as if my words were not enough. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. My toes started to curl, and my moans became breathier and louder.

“Yes, moan for me, good girl,” he said between thrusts. I started to tighten around him, knowing that my climax was close. “Oh, you feel so good,” he moaned, and I knew that he could tell I was close. He slowed down, denying me of the release that I so desperately wanted. His movements became slow, but with the same force. The pressure that had built slowly built again, and I could see that he was also getting close to cumming. “You’ll cum when I say you can,” he whispered in my ear, pushing me closer to climax, but wanting to do what I was told.

“Yes, sir. I’ll try,” I replied, unsure if I could stop it. He nodded and started to fuck me with a new found passion. It wasn’t long until I started to feel the orgasm building as I tried to thrash beneath him, trying desperately to move so that I wouldn’t cum without his permission.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, “cum for me baby.” With his words, my body exploded, as did his, cumming in unison together. He fell on top of me, sweating and panting, trying to regain his breath. I kissed him cheek as a token to say thank you, having never experienced anything as mind blowing as that. He smiled and kissed me deeply.

“That’s just for starters,” he promised, and I knew that my weekend was just beginning.