First Munch Fantasy
First Munch Fantasy
I squirmed in my chair. I was at my first munch alone and feeling nervous, while waiting for a guy I barely knew to show up. Actually, I didn't even know his name. "I guess I'll have to ask, assuming he shows up" I thought dourly.
This particular munch was an erotica reading, very much up my alley. Enough so to get my hermit ass out of bed.
I listened intently, the story was just starting to get good. I quivered a bit when the reader started describing a vivid scene of passion. I hadn't been this turned on in public in years and it felt so freeing.
Just then, I was interrupted from my thoughts by a familiar face. A very familiar face I happened to be in love with and wasn't at all expecting to see.
His name is Christopher and he hasn't spoken to me in four weeks.
Everything was going well. He was very affectionate, but had a tendency to be distant. He had disappeared before but never for this long so I assumed he was ghosting me.
I was trying to move on, looking for another dom. He must have seen it on my fetlife profile that I was coming here. Was he really following me that closely? It seemed too good to be true.
I made eye contact with him for one fiery second then looked down bashfully, trying to appear submissive. "I guess he did read all of my messages" I thought to myself. But before I could keep thinking, I was interrupted by a less familiar face. A face I had forgotten existed; my date.
He greeted me, we hugged a bit awkwardly.
"Hey so, I just realized I don't know your name... Daddy." I giggled to ease the tension.
He laughed, "it's Amir. Guess we never got around to that, huh?"
He had a reassuring demeanor, I liked him a lot. We had great natural chemistry. But I had to interrupt it to deliver a hard truth.
"You see that guy over there?"
"The one staring at you?"
"Yeah, that one. I've told you about him, the one who ghosted me."
His eyes widened in shock, he looked from me to Christopher then back at me.
"How did he know you were here?"
"I rsvp'd on fetlife."
"Does he follow you?"
"No," I said, smiling mischievously. "He didn't want me to know he was interested... until now."
"What are you going to do?"
"I'm on a date with you, so I'm going to continue enjoying myself." I told him. "But I will be honest, I have no self control when it comes to him. If he asks me to leave with him, I will."
"Thank you for being honest."
"And just so you know, if he doesn't approach me, I have every intention of riding your dick tonight." I pulled away as I had leaned in to whisper that last part in his ear.
He smiled widely and put his hand on my thigh. "Let's hope he stays away then." I could feel eyes burning into the back of my skull. I laughed and leaned into Amir.
I could feel the eyes loosen their grip on my skull. I felt disappointment coming from Christopher. That's how I know he's my twin flame. I can feel his feelings from time to time.
Not wanting to disappoint him, I excused myself to the bathroom to send him the most submissive text I could think of.
"Am I allowed to approach you, Sempai?"
I spent a few minutes checking myself out, waiting for a reply that would never come. I left the bathroom in a bit of a funk.
I immediately perked up when I saw something incredible. Christopher was at my table, talking to Amir.
I stopped immediately, unsure if it was okay to approach the men. They appeared to be... negotiating. The thought turned me on.
I made eye contact with Christopher who nodded briefly. I approached the table and took my seat.
"Sorry to interrupt the business deal." I laughed awkwardly.
Christopher laughed, pulled me toward him and kissed my temple. I lit up, blushing from head to toe. Then he immediately left without another word.
I leaned into Amir and nuzzled his neck affectionately. Some sort of deal had been struck, that was for certain. I didn't need to know the details. I just needed someone to fuck me and cuddle me. And it was looking like tonight that was to be Amir.
I put my hand on his thigh and giggled. "Sorry," I purred into his ear."The combination of hearing these dirty stories and knowing that i'm owned is titillating."
"That Chris is a lucky man."
Chris. Hmm. He had always been Christopher with me. I enjoyed the formality, I took it as a challenge.
"Thank you. Now let's talk about what you're going to do to me! Sorry" I giggled, "I'm just so horny."
He smiled. "There are rules. A gentleman's agreement. But I'll break it if you want me to."
I laughed nervously, "no no, I want to follow the rules."
"Good girl," he said, patting my head gently, then petting me a bit.
It felt good but hollow. He was a Daddy but not my Daddy. I still enjoyed the attention.
He turned my face toward him and kissed me briefly. Too much tongue. That was unfortunate. But then I gave into it and started to enjoy it. I was making out with a stranger in public, and I wasn't even drunk. I had really started to conquer my inhibitions.
We moved to a booth for more privacy, with me on the inside. I felt safe and protected. So safe that I found myself spreading my legs as his left hand crept up my right thigh.
His finger found my clitoris and rubbed quickly. It hurt a bit, but I wanted to explore my masochistic side. The longer it went on, the better it felt and I longed to feel his fingers inside me.
He plunged two fingers deeply into me as I wriggled on the bench. It was so hard to keep from moaning. I bit my lip hard.
"All right, it's time to go home."
I pulled myself together and ignored the stares coming from all directions.
He led me to his car, holding the door open for me. Once inside, he was quick to kiss me deeply, plunging his hand into my shirt.
"Do you like that?" He asked, as he twisted my nipple roughly.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes... Sir!"
"Not Daddy?" He asked. I shook my head and he sighed. "I was afraid of that. Put your seatbelt on, I'm taking you to Chris' house."
The 15 minute drive seemed to take forever. Finally, we arrived.
I reached for the door handle, "thank you so much for a wonderful evening." I said politely as I scrambled to get out of the car.
My Daddy was waiting for me. I had better hurry up! I knocked on the door then sat on the steps. Fully aware that I was alone in the middle of the night in Philadelphia.
He opened the door quickly. "I've been waiting for you," he said. I buried my face in his neck and whimpered "I've missed you so much."
He held me tightly. He felt so strong and sturdy. And for the first time ever, I felt like he was mine.
"Daddy?" I said, hoping he'd respond positively.
"Yes, Angel?" he said.
I started crying immediately.
"Let's get you inside."
He pulled me into the house, locking the door behind us. He led me upstairs immediately. I was pleased to be back in the comforting red room. It felt like a womb.
He lived in his parents' city house. Their touches all over the place led me to believe I'd fit easily into his family. The thought was so comforting and strangely erotic.
My fantasy was interrupted by his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down towards his eager dick.
I pushed him onto the bed, giggling. I crawled across his body slowly, making my way towards his rock hard cock.
I licked the tip slowly, getting my tongue perfectly lined up with that bundle of nerves that drives penis havers crazy. I was rewarded with precum, which I lapped up hungrily.
He moaned loudly, grabbing for me. His hands found my hair, pulling at the root. It felt so good, I forgot what I was doing until I felt his cock pressed hard against my uvula.
I gagged a little, allowing his full member to enter my throat. I could have sworn I saw him smirk. I reminded myself that he is a sadist and relaxed my throat.
"Fuck, that's so hot," he moaned. Clearly in a state of bliss.
He continued fucking my throat, increasing the intensity as we went along. He pushed me close to my breaking point. Then I felt it. That sensation when semen starts building at the base of a penis. I knew he was about to cum soon.
I pulled back slightly to make sure I tasted it as he began cumming in my mouth.
I swallowed every last drop, licking carefully around his now sensitive cock.
Interestingly, it didn't go limp.
"I don't remember if I told you, but I don't get soft, " he bragged.
I crawled up his body, nuzzling his neck and purring.
He smiled at me. "Are you ready for me to cum inside you?"
"I might be fertile, enter at your own risk." I smiled back.
"I've never had a breeding fetish, but something about you makes me want to put a baby in you."
As a 39 year old woman with no kids, there was nothing hotter he could have said to me.
"Breed me, Sempai."
I wiggled onto his dick, moaning gleefully as he hit that juicy center. "Fuck, I love your cock."
I slowed my pace, grinding in a way I knew would drive him crazy.
"Fuck this. Get on your knees."
"You don't like the grinding, Daddy?" I squeezed him tightly, flexing my kegel muscles.
I then obediently got onto my knees. What my Daddy wants, my Daddy gets.
He entered me with no resistance. Just hearing his name was enough to make me wet.
"Fuck. Daddy. Please. Yes. Please."
Random expletives floated out of me as he fucked my brain out of my skull.
"Fuck. I'm going to cum. I've never cum on my knees before."
He grabbed me by the hair and pulled him up against him, using his free hand to tug roughly at my left nipple.
I leaned back into him and gave into the most intense orgasm of my life. It left me shattered. I collapsed into a heap of sobs on the bed.
"Oh baby, come here," he cooed. He climbed into the bed, pulling me onto his chest.
"Why... why did you ignore me for so long?" I managed to get out, between sobs.
"I'm sorry. It was fucked up. At first, I wasn't sure you were really into me so I tested you. Then you got so submissive, I couldn't help myself but to push you."
I moved closer, nuzzling his beard. "I suppose it's my fault for falling in love with a sadist."
He sighed and kissed my forehead, saying nothing.
I fell asleep in his arms, hoping I was also in his heart.
In the midst of my passionate encounter, I noticed a familiar scent drifting towards me. It was the aroma of leather and cologne, a smell I knew all too well - it was Christopher's. My heart skipped a beat as I realized he was there, watching us from the corner of the room.
Despite our turbulent past, the kink between us was undeniable. Discovering Christopher's interest in BDSM had been my First Munch Fantasy, an obsession that had consumed me for weeks. I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of exploring this new side of our relationship.
As I sat there, straddling Amir, I couldn't help but glance over at Christopher. His eyes were locked on me, his gaze filled with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. It was then that I knew, no matter what I said or did, I would always have a profound connection with him - a connection rooted in our shared love for BDSM and dominance and submission.