We kiss in the taxi all the way to his fancy hotel, where he opens the door for me and offers me a hand. I feel like I am someone else, some Victorian lady being swept off by a gentleman, and I am loving every moment of it.

He guides me upstairs, his hand once again resting on the small of my back, steering me. I can’t resist him. The taste of his tongue, of the wine, is dancing in my mouth, and it feels like he has set my entire body on fire. He knows just how to touch me, and he's barely gone below my waist yet. How crazy is it going to be when he gets me naked…?

Upstairs, he pushes me against the door and kisses me again; not rough, but just enough to let me know that he is the one in charge and that I am going to do whatever he says.

As if I would argue.

He brushes his lips down my neck, baring his teeth against my skin for just a moment, and I close my eyes and moan softly. It feels like I am turning to pure liquid in his hands. He knows what he’s doing, knows where he’s taking this, and I am going to let him have me any way that he wants…

His hand slips between my legs and he grazes his fingers over the front of my underwear. The barest hint of his touch makes my entire body start, and I sink my teeth into my lip. I don’t know how much more of this holding out I can take.

“I want you to play a game with me,” he says abruptly. It takes me a moment for my brain to make sense of what he’s saying.

“What do you mean?” I breathe back.

“Roleplay,” he explains, his mouth finding mine once more for a deeper kiss.

“As what?” I haven’t done much of that in my life, but the thought of it intrigues me. Especially with him. I could see it being seriously fun.

“My slave girl,” he purrs. “I’m a Roman invader, and you’re some little English slave just waiting for me to use her.”

I feel a flush of want in my body. I’ve never done anything like this before, but the thought of it – of being taken control of by him – makes perfect sense to me right now, and there’s no way that I’m going to pass it up.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask.

In response, he pushes me to my knees. “Stay there,” he orders, and he steps behind me to get something. My heart begins to race. I can’t believe that I am doing this, but there’s no way that I am going to stop now.

A moment later, he steps in front of me again. I realise that he is holding some sort of prop sword. I almost laugh, until he grins at me and lowers it down to my throat.

“Open your mouth, slave girl,” he orders me, and I part my lips at once. With his other hand, he unzips his pants and unleashes the biggest cock that I have ever seen.

My eyes widen as soon as I see it. How big is it? Ten inches? Easily. And as thick around as my fist. It’s going to be hard to take in my mouth, but there is no way I am going to let him down.

I open my mouth wide, as he ordered. A moment later, he pushes his cock past my lips. The feeling of it so rudely opening me like that sends a flood of want through my entire body, and he lets the sword drop to his side for a moment as he allows me to swirl my tongue around his head. I close my eyes and feel the cup of his hand on my chin again.

“Look at me,” he orders. I manage to open my eyes and can tell from the way he’s looking at me that he knows he has complete control over me. He thrusts his hips forward, burying his cock a little farther into my mouth. I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to take all of him at once, but I am going to do my very best to try.

“Hands behind your back,” he orders, and I link them behind me. It’s so easy to just go along with this, to let him take control. My mind already feels as though it is starting to go blank, making space for everything he wants.

“Good slave,” he growls. He grasps my hair to hold me steady as he thrusts in again, using my mouth as a hole, slipping in and out as far as I can take it, like I’m nothing more than a receptacle for him to use.

And I love it.

I feel myself sinking into the role that he wants me to play, becoming the slave girl he owns, and it’s like everything else has just vanished from my mind – everything else, gone, unimportant. How can anything matter when he feels so good inside me? I do my best to keep my eyes open and look up at him like he told me to, but they’re starting to water and I am not sure how much longer I am going to be able to keep this up.

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Suddenly, he pulls back and drops his balls into my open mouth. I swirl my tongue around them on instinct, not even having to ask, as he strokes himself a couple of times.

“Keep your eyes on me, slave,” he orders. I look up just in time to see his enormous cock spewing thick ropes of seed all over my face. I feel the warmth of it on my skin, and I keep my lips suckled to his balls, waiting for his permission to break loose.

“Good girl, good girl,” he purrs as he finishes spending his load all over my face. Even though I know that this is just play, the intensity of it, the dynamic of control he has over me, is everything I’ve been waiting for. My whole system is given over to this, to the belief of it.

He wraps his hand around my hair and eases me to my feet – gently enough that I know he isn’t going to hurt me, dominant enough to know he would if he had to. He thrusts me down on the bed, away from him, and pulls my hips up so that my dress falls down my hips. He reaches between my legs and rips off my underwear, tossing them aside.

“You’re wet from sucking my cock, slave,” he tells me, running a hand over the small of my back and making me shiver. “You liked it, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes…”

“Yes, sir,” he corrects me. “Say it again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he murmurs. Suddenly, I feel his stubble grazing against my inner thighs, and then, a moment later, his tongue against my pussy.

The feeling of it being spread to him like this is so intense that it makes my head spin.. The control I have handed over to him has released me from the pressure I would normally feel doing something like this for the first time, and it doesn’t take long until I am writhing against his mouth as his tongue laps at my swollen clit.

It’s like he’s hungry for me, needy, and no part of me can deny him. I find myself grinding back against him, needing more, begging for more. I need everything that he can give me right now, nothing is going to be enough. My head is starting to cloud with the sheer intensity of the pleasure as he circles his tongue around my clit, one hand on my ass to hold me tight and steady. He pulls me back towards him, and I push my head into the soft hotel pillow, gritting my teeth as his tongue pushes just inside me. I need it to be his cock, but I will take anything that I can get, anything that he’s willing to give me.

“I want you to cum for me, slave,” he orders. I can feel his words as much as I can hear them, his lips tracing them out against my pussy lips. I groan, and he thrusts his tongue back inside me again, his fingers moving to my clit. A moment later, I feel it hit me.

The orgasm is so intense that I have to bury my head in the pillow to keep from crying out. My entire lower body trembles for a split second, and I feel each and every nerve-ending inside of me lighting up with the electricity that he’s sending through my system. I can’t resist him, nor do I want to. I need more. Words fade to nothing more than useless little blinks inside my head. My pussy pulses as he pulls back at last, inhaling deeply. I hear the rip of a condom and, a moment later, feel his cock pushing inside me.

I am glad that he made me cum before he fucked me. If he hadn’t, I doubt I would have been able to take his whole length at once. Even now, with my pussy sopping-wet, I can feel myself stretching around him, having to make room to accommodate him. I gasp, and his hand trails down my back, winding into my hair again, gently tugging me back towards him.

“You’re so wet for me, slave girl,” he purrs, and I know that he’s pleased with me. Knowing that I am enough to turn him on, enough to get him off, sends another jolt of want through my system. I have barely come down from the last orgasm that he gave me, but I can already feel another stirring inside me, starting to push me higher and higher.

He takes me in long, slow strokes, one hand on my ass to hold me in place as he tugs on my hair and pulls me back towards him. The tension in my body, from my scalp to the tips of my toes, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. His power over me is allowing the freedom that I need so badly, allowing my body to just let go and give in to the sheer pleasure of his control. Each thrust seems to flow into the next, no break between them, nothing, the sensation mounting up until there is nothing else that I can think of but his hand in my hair, his fingers digging into my ass, that huge cock, pounding me, over and over again, until I feel myself start to rise once more.

He mounts me, pinning me down to the bed, going even harder, and the pressure of my clit against the duvet is enough to get me over the edge once more. I cry out this time, loud enough that I am sure the whole hotel can hear me. I don’t care. Let them. I want them to know how good this is.

He holds himself there, deep inside me, and allows my pussy to massage out the orgasm from his enormous cock. A moment later, I feel him twitch, and then the swelling throb of his release as he finishes inside me. He doesn’t move for a moment, not pulling back, not pulling away – not wanting to ruin this.

And he doesn’t. He holds himself there for a long time, letting me ride out the last few moments of my orgasm before he pulls back. When he’s sure that I’m done, he finally slips out of me and allows me to crash down on the bed.

“Holy hell,” I murmur. I flop down, arms wide, body still trembling. He drops a kiss on the back of my neck, touching my back for a moment before he heads off. I hear the shower running a second later and close my eyes.

Mmm. So this is what it’s like, having sex with a total stranger? I think I could get used to this. I never would have guessed from the conversations that we’d had before that he was into anything like this. Hell, I never would have guessed that I was into anything like it, either. But now that we have done it, now that I’m here in the afterglow, I can’t stop thinking about how fucking good it was.

This is the way forward, I decide. This is how I want to continue things on the app. It’s no good going after men that I know, men who I’m going to have expectations about. I need to start with new men. I need to find people who are into stuff that I’ve never even heard of before and just see how it plays out. No judgement, just amazing, out-there sex.

As I lie there in the soft comfort of my multiple orgasms, I can’t help but smile. I am re-invigorated, full of verve for the app again. And I can’t wait to see who – and what – I find next.