I Always Facesit on the First Date

Let me be frank for a second: I’m a whore. I love sex. I love being stimulated. I love orgasms. That isn’t a bad thing, and I think as soon as the world realizes that getting off is fun, we can all move on and better our understanding of the universe. Now, I am not in a position right now where I feel like getting into a serious relationship, so I have the freedom of choice when it comes to men. I use dating sites, because they always have the ability for me to find the type of guy I want. Now, I’m not being arrogant when I say I’m attractive. Blonde hair, blue eyes and gym four times a week – you get the deal. Guys want to be mine because I’ve got the goods and I know how to use them.

The type of guy I go for? Losers, to be honest. I want nothing more than to find guys that are at the bottom of the barrel so that I can use them for my own personal gain. I fucking love having my pussy eaten, and I don’t want a guy that feels the need to fuck me when he’s finished. I’ve done this several times in the past, but let me just tell you about the last incident. His name was Nathan, and he looked like your typical nerd gamer that had a hard time meeting women and would probably trade a testicle to spend a night with me.

I messaged him, explained that I was interested in hanging out and told him to meet me in town after I went to college so that we could meet. After ringing me on the phone (he wanted to confirm that it was really a woman, and not someone playing a trick on him) he agreed and I went about my business until we caught up.

He actually dressed rather well, I was surprised by how good he looked considering that his profile pictures were all from those nights where guys get together and play Pokémon or whatever it is. Don’t get me wrong – he wasn’t Brad pit, but I wouldn’t say no to a second date if things went the way I wanted them to.

Anyway, Nathan was confident from the get go.

“Hey Ally. You scrub up nice! Let’s grab some food, I’m hungry.” – He smiled and lifted an eyebrow. While he was dripping self-assurance, I knew that deep down he was petrified!

Anyway, I picked the place to eat and we ordered, talked, ate and left the restaurant. It was a pleasant experience, and I knew that Nathan was mine – hook, line and sinker. I invited him back to mine for ‘coffee’.

We got back to my place and he made himself at home while I got some drinks. In his nervous ranting of our hanging out, he confessed:

“I didn’t really think you’d even turn up and now all of this is happening. I don’t even have condoms which like, I know I probably won’t need, but you know? I’m so unprepared!” – His inner nerd was shining through.

“Aw, that’s a shame. Of course, there’s always next time. Besides, there are other things we can do… how about you eat me?” – I could see from the reaction on his face that his heart was going at a pace of a million miles a second. Poor guy didn’t know what to do!

I waited a few seconds and after opening his mouth to speak, I rushed over to him, grabbed his shirt and pushed him down onto the bed, instructing him to stay on his back and keep his tongue out.

I slipped out of my jeans, mounted his shoulders, slid my panties across and relaxed my hips: I was in facesitting heaven as my submissive date Nathan set to work on my clit. I let out a gasp as my desire to dominate this poor guy for the last hour was finally realized. I grabbed ahold of his hair and started to push myself back and forth, using my full weight to give him as much of my pussy as he could take. Every so often, Nathan would pull back from the facesitting ever so slightly and take a deep breath. I soon realized that he was enjoying it as much as I was: a queen on top of his face as he worshipped my vagina. The situation was perfect, and my domination was unquestionable.

As I dug deeper and deeper, I commanded Nathan to grab my ass. He did so without question, listening to me, his obedient facesitting mistress. With both my hands grabbing chunks of hair from his head and my ass well and truly taken into his grip, I started to scream as my orgasm drew nearer. My build up was incredible as Nathan did everything he could to make sure that I would appreciate his efforts. I went limp as rushes of pleasure spread across my skin – the crawling of intense cold and warmth swam through my veins. Nathan, like the submissive slut he was, had brought me to a perfect orgasm.

I sat on him for a good few minutes after, having him tease my clit ever so slightly. I got up, grabbed him a towel, made him a drink and said that it was a good idea if he went on his way.

That was 5 days ago. He’s now up to 6 missed calls and 13 unanswered texts. He’ll keep trying, and I’ll have him over for some quality facesitting again some time.

By Dominatrix Draven