Sweet Surrender

As agreed, I show up to his place somewhere in Manhattan's Upper East Side. It was a nice clean apartment with simple yet lavish furnishing. Before meeting him, I go to the bathroom to remove any articles of clothing, as agreed. We've already spoken about our many fetishes online and after a few weeks, I finally got the nerve to meet him and play it out. Neither of us planned on definitely having sex on our first date, but like he said, "if it happens it happens, just so long as we're both happy in the end." But for now we're just two kinky exhibitionists having a good time. 

I headed towards the living room area to see an older but very handsome naked man getting up after reading a magazine. As though we were meeting at a bar, we casually introduce ourselves and grab a seat. He fixes me a drink and we talk amongst ourselves. Surprisingly, we just chat about our interests; sex doesn't even come up. Yet I notice that while we chat about music, sports, my school, his job, etc., he is actually slowly stroking his, dare I say it, unusually thick member. But I continue on like I didn't notice. We have a few more drinks and he asks me to just continue to chat but sit with my feet flat on the couch and my crotch facing him. So, I did. He comments on how lovely my pussy looks. I blush a bit, but smile; I'm actually having fun teasing him this way and to be honest he's teasing me a little too. I even ventured during the conversation to start playing with myself lightly. He definitely noticed that an I just couldn't help but giggle (Maybe it was the alcohol, who knows.). SO he asks, "Darling, why don't you sit that same way but over me? You don't have to touch me, just sit just as you are, but on me." I'm getting surprisingly comfortable, yet I feel a bit uneasy about it. But it's this uneasy feeling that has propelled me this far. 

I readjusted myself so that I was sitting on him; with my pussy about a foot away from his throbbing cock. I really couldn't help but notice that fact, and I just started to get wet by the mere thought that I might brush up against it. Somehow I became brave enough to kiss him. It was a mere peck on the lips that started to get more and more intense. I couldn't help but feel his body; muscular but not too much. His hands grazed down to my legs and back up towards my nick plump rump. I was so hot but incredibly nervous. I barely knew this man and he was grabbing at my ass. But I didn't dare move. In fact, I kissed him even deeper and my back began to arch forward a little, subconsciously. But then he started to slowly pull my ass towards him; the gap between my pussy and his cock greatly shortening. I stopped kissing him and whispered "Don't know about this. I'm feeling really nervous." He replied "well it looks like your pussy isn't nervous..." I looked down. It was unusually soaked! I couldn't believe how turned on I was. He whispered in my ear, "Why don't you just rub up against it and just feel it with your pussy real quick? If you still feel nervous, we'll stop. But if you like it, you will have to do whatever I want without exception. All or nothing. Agreed?" It was a dangerous wager, I know. 

But I wanted it so badly. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but my body responded before my brain did, and I found my self nodding in agreement. His soft but strong hands puled my ass towards him that final centimeter to reach his cock. The moment, my pussy felt his thick cock against it, I let out a low moan of ecstasy. He lifted me up and down rubbing my pussy across the bottom of his cock, stimulating my clit. It was slow and almost tantric at first but then we started to pick up speed. I continued to grind on the bottom of his cock, and listening to him moan just kept me going. But that wasn't enough. "I want more!" And then I got to the head of his cock and slowly pushed down on it. I started to just take the head, and then took more and more, until I had all I was capable of taking in. It spread my pussy lips so wide that I felt like a virgin again being ripped of my innocence. But I couldn't help but groan and moan in the moment. And he loved watching my young body bounce up and down on his swollen member. This only went on for about a few minutes until I felt myself reach orgasm. When I finally got to my first climax, my pussy sprayed my love juices all over his crotch. The room clearly smelled of hot sex. 

Now here's when things got crazy. I drank so much that I felt like I had to piss like a race horse. I told him that I wanted to use the restroom. But he reminded me. "You obviously enjoyed yourself, so now I will do whatever I want with you. And I'm not done using your pussy. The next thing I knew, I was lying on his hardwood floor with him on top of me. His body felt so heavy on me that I could barely breathe. "What are you doing? Can't I at least use the bathroom first?" He groaned, "Not until I'm done using you as my fucktoy." Next thing I know his cock began to pound inside of me, his head that my pussy lusted over a few minutes ago poking sharply at my cervix. I didn't realise it was so long. It seemed like forever that he continued to pump me with his cock. I couldn't see it but I could feel my pussy lips swell from the abuse. "Please let me go! I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it much longer!!" "Hold it you little slut! I'm not even close to being done." I used all of my energy to clench my kegel muscles from letting myself piss. But this made his cock feel even harder inside of me. It was an indescribable pain; the agony of having to urinate but not being allowed to release and the pain of trying to resist it while being repeatedly impaled by his now rock solid cock. "Yes darling, keep holding it! It keeps your pussy tight for me." It was as though my pussy was trying to push his cock out while he kept ramming it in. Yet for some reason I felt those waves of orgasm building again. But I didn't want to cum, fearing that my piss might go with it. 

So I tried to hide this from him. But it was useless. "You can try to hold it, but I'm going to make you cum." Now this time, he was hitting my G-spot, and he was hitting it hard. But now I really had to pee, it was like his cock was not only trying to crank out cum but my piss too. It kept adding pressure and my kegel muscles were giving out. "please let me go, or I'm going to piss on you!!" I kept trying to push his body off, but it was useless, He completely ignored my cries and continued to fuck my poor pussy. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and I noticed a few drops of piss trickle out. I tried to hold tighter but it was obvious that I was giving out. "Hold it bitch!!" But this time he put all of his weight on the front and I could barely whisper out, "I can't hold it anymore!" All at once I came incredibly hard, and pissed all over him. It was all over our lower bodies. I felt the most relieved I ever felt in my life and yet the most humiliated and fearful I ever felt. his cock, still erect, was covered in my piss. He almost immediately yanked my hair so my face was on his cock and forced my to deep throat his cock; piss and all. It tasted horrible, and the smell was disgusting. When he was satisfied with fucking my mouth, he went back to my incredibly sore and open pussy. 

He fucked it even harder than before, but now the pain began to feel pleasing and familiar. I could only relate the pain to the pleasure I had of finally releasing everything earlier. Yes, it looks like I was going to cum again, and this time it was harder than the last. But I welcomed it. Then he fucked me faster, his body so red. I was so close to exploding again. "Oh I'm gonna cum so hard inside of you!" I flinched, "Inside of me?! wait a, ...minute! I ....could get pregnant, I ...could.... oohh" And next thing I knew, i felt myself explode cum all over and my pussy more open. Then his cum filled my pussy. there was so much of it and it burned. But worst of all, i could feel my hungry pussy absorb every drop inside of me as I continued to cum in sweet surrender. We lied there for a good minute. them he grabbed me and placed me on his coffee table and strapped me down. I hear him whisper, "It's not over yet, princess." It looks like it was gonna be a long night.