My First Affair (Part 1)

Primo was already there when I finally arrived. Right up to the hotel door, I debated turning and running. I must have changed my mind a thousand times alone just in the time it took me to walk from the parking lot to the room door. Even as I knocked, I thought to myself, “It is not too late to turn around and run away”. But, then if I had run away, I would not have nearly so much fun stuff to talk about now (blushing smile).

I half expected to be attacked the moment Primo opened the door. Instead, he took me out to dinner. He requested a booth and he sat down beside me. Awww. Call it silly, but that is the kind of thing men only do when they are first dating a girl. I could not tell you the last time the Boyfriend has sat down beside me in a booth. Dinner was the perfect blend of light conversation, romance, and naughty flirting; mixed together with the right amount of alcohol.

When we left the restaurant, I was ready to be jumped – repeatedly. Reaching the car, he kissed me and worked some magic along my neck. I was ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. He spun me around, pushing me frontside into the car, while he continued to caress my neck with his lips. I could feel his hardness pressing into my backside.

“Are you ready to be tied down to my bed”, he whispered into my ear.

“I promise I will not run away”, I said back to him.

“So you say now, but you do not know what all I have in mind for you . . . you are going to be screaming before I am done with you tonight”.

“Promise”?

He opened the door to let me into the car. I will blame the alcohol for what happened next. I stroked his hardness beneath his pants.

“Careful”, he threatened.

“Careful or what”, I teased, not stopping.

“Careful or I will bend you over right here and now”.

“You want to rape me? I might scream”.

“Then maybe I should make it so that you can’t scream instead”.

“Are you going to make me”? I do not know why I was playing like this.

He surprised me by ‘making me’. I say ‘making’; the pressure he applied to my shoulders was so light that it would not have pushed a little old lady down – not unless she really wanted too. He applied the tiniest amount of pressure to my shoulders and I descended to my knees.

We were far in the back and it just happened to be reasonably dark where we had parked.

“Please sir, I will be good”.

“Yes, you will,” was all he said in response.

He unzipped his pants and thrust his dick towards my mouth. I opened for him and was prepared to bob on his length for a few minutes as he pushed himself deep into my mouth for his first entry. He was having none of that apparently. He took my hair firmly into his hands and began to pump his length into my parted lips. He was fucking my mouth! In a parking lot! He pumped fast and hard. My mouth was full and empty and full again. I focused upon keeping my lips tight and my teeth pulled back. I tried to have my tongue rub the underside as he thrust into and out of my mouth. He did not slow his pace until towards the end. I could hear him breathing harder, not from exhaustion I thought, and was correct. I prepared myself for what came a moment later. His seed filled my mouth even as he pressed himself in for that last time. His dick, his cum, filled me. I forget how many times he spurted, but each explosion seemed to bring another large load. I think I swallowed it all. I held him still between my lips while he recovered. It was only a few more moments, but it seemed like forever. He held my hair tight still. When he released my hair, I pulled back to smile up at him.

He helped my to my feet.

Yes, I made him kiss me on the lips as well. Good boy, he did.

He turned me around again and took my hands behind my back. I was light-headed from the alcohol and from what we had just done. He tied my wrists together. Huh?

“These will come off much later”.

Really, I thought to myself.

“You have only just begun to be made to do things for me”.

Really, I thought, smiling.