I cursed myself for the third time in an hour for agreeing to this horrible idea. Being set up for a blind date was already bad enough, but allowing my neighbor to be the one choosing the girl was even worse!
Lacey wasn’t bad-looking. On the contrary, she could easily be described as beautiful with those big blue eyes and shoulder-length, straight brown hair. The problem was, she couldn’t be more boring if she tried.
It wasn’t really her fault: our conversation wasn’t bad because she didn’t have anything interesting to say, but rather, because she barely said a word at all before our appetizers arrived. She was painfully shy, the sort that blushes when you stare at her way for more than a handful of seconds, the sort that shifts on her seat when she has to tell you about herself.
She sat there looking like a pretty, but lifeless, doll, all primed up for our date but with no spark to her. And yet she was clearly a nice, sweet young woman, so I wasn’t going to bail on her just because she wasn’t outgoing or overtly charming. I forced myself to go on with the date, though I knew for a fact there wouldn’t be a second one, and of course, the weight of our conversation landed squarely on my shoulders.
Eventually, though, the painfully dull night seemed to come to an end, and believing myself to be somewhat of a gentleman, I offered to walk her home. Much to my chagrin, she agreed. So we walked together in awkward silence until I began talking idly about a tv show I had been watching lately. It was more of a monologue than a dialogue, but it was good enough to hear something other than the noises of the city bustling around us.
Of course, I planned on excusing myself the instant we got to her apartment, but it seemed Lacey had another idea. She fidgeted with her keys and looked at me timidly, whispering the longest sentence she had uttered the entire time we were together.
“Do you want to come upstairs for a cup of coffee?”
I cringed. The idea of forcing yet another awkward conversation was almost more than I could bear, but she had this hopeful look on her pretty face, and I couldn’t bring myself to make up an excuse to leave.
So up the stairs, we went, and into a neat little apartment. It was just what I imagined Lacey’s house would look like. Nothing showy, but still lovely. A bit understated, a bit dull… or so I thought at first. It took me a moment to notice the hooks hanging from the ceiling. I frowned in confusion and allowed my gaze to continue to travel through the living room while Lacey excused herself and headed over to the bathroom.
There was something peculiar about the half-open closet resting by the large sofa close to the window. I could swear I saw something leathery and smooth inside, but that didn’t make any sense, did it? I stepped forward, curiosity getting the best of me. Of course, snooping around a woman’s things on our first date wasn’t polite, but I couldn’t help myself.
I placed my right hand on the closet door and opened it slowly, revealing a trove of treasures I never expected to see in such a place. I looked through the collection with fascination and instant arousal: a stunningly sensual leather bondage suit, different types of gags, a riding crop that had clearly been used regularly, cat o nine tails, ropes… it seemed an entire BDSM shop’s worth of items could be found in there.
“I’m ready… please use me,” a soft, purring voice startled me out of my trance.
I turned toward Lacey, who was now standing at the living room’s entrance, wearing nothing at all. Not her dress, not her flats, not her underwear, not her necklace. Nothing but her birthday suit.
She was stunning, absolutely stunning this way: her skin pale and marred with fading bruises, her tits firm, and her nipples erect. Her sex was soaked before I even laid a finger on her. Still shy, still hesitant, but so filled with dark desires I could have melted for her right then and there.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I was seeing things. Arousal immediately won over, though, and I knew what I had to do, what we both needed. Suddenly this blind date seemed like a wonderful idea.
“Fuck me, use me as your living doll. You can do anything to me… anything you want,” she moaned as I wrapped my arms around her, unable to believe this was the same woman I had spent a painfully dull dinner with.
I bit her lower lip before kissing Lacey passionately. It took me mere instants to pull off my clothes, almost desperate to use her the way she was begging me to. She had been turned into a creature of sheer sensuality, submissive to a fault, allowing me to pinch at her nipples fiercely, tug at them so hard she quivered in my arms.
“You’re so fucking hot, Lacey, I can’t believe…” I spoke as I rushed my fingers down her stomach, leaving behind soft, red lines. But she wanted more, and clearly wasn’t interested in chatting any longer.
“Please, hurt me, fuck me… use me!” she demanded lustfully, her fingers sinking against my chest, prompting me to forget all about foreplay.
I forced her onto the floor, turning her on her stomach so that her firm, gorgeous ass was fully exposed. She pushed her hips up and wiggled her hips for me, so teasingly, like a horny little slut pleading to be fucked.
I spanked her once… then twice, three, four, five times. Every time my hand crashed against her ass, Lacey’s entire body trembled, shoved forward only to return to the initial position. She wanted more, she pleaded for more, and I gave it to her. I didn’t stop until her ass was bright red until my hand became coated with the moistness spreading from her cunt onto her thighs and buttocks.
“Get on all fours, you fucking whore,” I grunted, completely in the zone, and she obeyed at once. Her ass was further up than before, her back arched, her tits almost reaching the floor. I grabbed a handful of her brown, flowing hair and tugged at it fiercely, before ramming myself into her soaked cunt. She moaned out loud and I began thrusting in and out of her with growing speed and force.
Before long she had fallen flat on her face, her tits squeezed against the cold floor, her pussy filled with my cock. I didn’t stop, I didn’t ask her if she was ok. Her moans and pleas for more, more, more, made it all too clear she was certainly fine. Instead, I pulled at her hair harder than before, I rammed myself inside her with complete disregard.
When my cock began to throb violently inside her tight, soaked cunt, I decided she wouldn’t get to cum too, not just yet anyhow. Instead, I pulled out of her and landed one last, hard slap against her ass before dragging her up onto her knees by the hair.
“Suck my fucking cock and swallow my cum, slut!” I commanded, grinding her face against my erection, covered in her arousal and my precum. She opened her mouth wide and began bobbing her head up and down my shaft so hungrily, that I couldn’t even wrap my mind around it. Lacey was a perfect little whore, and she happily gagged on my cock as she not only allowed me to face-fuck her, but actually encouraged me to be rougher still. I let go of her hair only to grab at her tits, squeezing and groping them hard, feeling her quivering with pain and pleasure as I finally thrust one last time down her throat.
She swallowed every single drop as I had ordered her to, taking every inch of my cock into her greedy little mouth. I grunted out loud, holding her in place for what felt like a perfect eternity.
I was nowhere near done with her: That night alone, I was going to try and use as many of her bondage toys as I could. She wanted to be used, and I refused to let that opportunity go to waste.