I find meeting someone for the first time slightly annoying. You know, you talk to a guy on a website, do cam2cam, arrange a meeting for an evening and ta-da; there are millions of guys on the planet who looks like you or that person. I'm not even good with faces, I can't pick a face from the crowd. That's why I always look at not-related things when I'm meeting someone. It also helps with relieving the excitement, but don't do it... Seriously don't do it, I'm sure I look like a fool looking at the skies as if there's something interesting going on there.
And there are other people waiting too. They're also searching for faces they know and give you the I-wonder-if-I-know-him-from-somewhere look. No dear, you don't, carry on... I always give silent answers for some reason when I'm excited or uneasy. I do feel uneasy now... And this voluptous guy who was standing next to me for the last 10 minutes giving me the pity smile after meeting his friend didn't make it any easier. Damn it, where's the-
I'm startled as someone touches my shoulder. I turn around...
"Did you wait me for a long time, whore?" says he with a smirking face.
Did he... did he just call me whore in a public place? I'm used to him calling me whore online... In fact he didn't call me anything else for the last month but we're outside now, I can feel I'm blushing.
"No, not at all. But can you not call me that while we're outside?" I ask.
"Are you sure?"
"What?"
"Last night you begged me to at least meet you. You are trying to make a good impression on me and you're asking me not to call you whore? You won't have another chance and you know that. Make your decision and stick by it!"
Fuck. He's right... I actually begged him last night to have some drinks and told him that he can decide if he wants to use me or not. This isn't typical of me... at all. I can't say I'm the shy-nerdy type, in fact I'm pretty open about this kind of stuff but I'm normally very picky and the one being asked. But my unusual hornyness nowadays and getting drunk changes me a lot.
"Thank you, Sir."
I'm sure my face is all red at this point but I decided that I want this to happen.
"What for?"
"For giving me a chance..."
"You ARE a desperate whore."
He laughs. If he wants a sub, I'll be more submissive. This happens a lot actually, people think they want to be dominant but they change after having a little talk. I think I'm either too cute for this or I make too many smart remarks. Probably this guy will turn soft at some point too. Until then, I'll be the whore he wants.
I lead the way to a bar I know and we have pretty normal conversation on the way. Did you like the city, which parts have you seen, did you try the local cuisine and similar stuff which I actually don't care about. Seriously I couldn't care less. I haven't made the city you know, nor the cuisine. All I want to know is if he's going go fuck me tonight. I'm quite ambivalent on this, even the possibility of being rejected by him gives me a thrill.
The bar is very crowded and music they're playing is loud. I always liked places like this. Not good for talking though... He looks at the chair on the opposite side of the table but leans over me.
"I'm gonna get some drinks for us." he whispers to my ear and before I could say what I want he moves away.
He really stands out in this crowd. To be fair, he's at least 6' 5"... like a sequoia. I don't usually like that tall guys, there's just too much difference between us. I'm only 5' 7" and slim. Well, he's slim too. And blond... with big blue eyes. Not that handsome but cute.
He comes back with a tray... Ooh we're gonna do shots!
"You said you get horny when you drink, so I decided to get you reaaaally horny." he giggles.
"I hope you'll join me drinking these..."
"Shots are for you, beer's for me. I'll get you something else when you're done with tequila shots, so why don't you start now, whore?"
I start with the first shot. Come to think of it, I have an empty stomach, this won't end well. Right after I finish it, he says "one more" and again... Three shots won't make me drunk but I want to taste something bland, maybe something sweet. He gives me another shot.
"This isn't tequila so don't make that face, whore."
Didn't notice that I made a frowny face but sweet, this one's actually vodka melon. Then we talk about some more trivial stuff, some more shots, talk, shots and I get drunk. I think he's at his third beer...
"Why do you want to be my whore so much? I mean, why me?" he asks.
This came out of nowhere. I wonder what he wants to hear...
"I'm not sure, Sir. I just... You are cute but you're a jerk. You ignore me sometimes, you never liked what I did for you and asked for more, you don't really care about me but I like all that. I like the way you treat me..." I stop to take another shot and continue "I've only done things like that online but I feel like I can do everything you want.".
"Gonna take a piss." I wonder if he even listened.
"It's right over there" I point at the restroom at the end of the corridor.
"You're coming with me." he holds me from my arm and drags me to the restroom. It's a big room designed for one person. He locks the door right after we enter it.
"Get naked."
What the...
"Get naked, whore. Whenever we're alone, you'll be naked and I said I have to take a piss so hurry up and get ready for it."
After the first shock, this is actually very exciting and it makes me horny. I get naked as quickly as possible and leave my clothes on the sink. My cock is rock hard and I want to cover it subconsciously.
"Sir I never drank piss this way before, would you go slow please?"
"On your knees."
He's good at not listening at all.
"Unzip my pants and take my dick out."
I do as I'm told and right after I take his dick out his piss hits my face. He doesn't even wait... I quickly take the head of it in my mouth and start swallowing. Well, at least try swallowing because he isn't giving me any time to do that.
He continues pissing into my mouth. I'm sure he has a happy smile on his face but I don't really have time or the courage to look up. It's not the taste or the warmth... Frankly I don't taste much after that much tequila, but he pisses like a horse. I gag and cough a little, trying not to let it out of my mouth.
He stops. I look up to his face as he swipes away my hand that's been holding his dick.
"No hands this time. Close your eyes and open your mouth."
This time? It's not over yet?
Yeah, apparenly not. As he goes on, my mouth is filling and I want to swallow. But he stops.
"Don't swallow yet. Hold it in your mouth, I want you to really taste it."
You know the stories always talk about how good the master's piss tasted, right. Lies, all lies! It doesn't taste like unicorns made into a smoothie, stop thinking it's divine. It's just like warm beer with a distinct flavor. And apparently you can taste it even if you're drunk.
"After you get dressed, you can swallow it."
I do as I'm told, again... Right before he opens the door, he says "You're a desperate whore...".