The First Encounter

You stared at me with renewed interest. The kind that dogs get when they realise it is someone else who controls when and how far the ball gets thrown. I smiled coyly, braver than normal because I'd been smoking. I had an idea of what I wanted. There was nothing you could have done to catch my attention except for what you had done by nature. You were upfront, clear with your desire, and for me that was enough to spark curiosity.

"Do you want to rub me down?" You asked playfully.

I smirked before shaking my head. "No". Not because I didn't want to, but because I hadn't decided whether or not I wanted to risk waking up in your bed.

You lit a cigarette and watched me.

"If you don't want that. Then what do you want?" You asked with your eyes narrowed.

"I want someone who would melt for me. Who would want to undress and unravel me piece by piece. Sex is easy, but what I really want is too hard to explain with words." I said with all the melodrama I could muster.

You watched me silently, pulled in a long drag from your cigarette, exhaled then licked your lips. "Who are you?" You asked.

I wasn't sure if it was my audacity or my identity you were questioning. I tilted my head slightly.

"Who do you think I am?" I answered with a question.

You threw your head back and laughed loudly. "Oh. You're funny. I like that. Seriously, who are you? I've never met you before."

I knew what you meant. I'd been gone a long time. In and out of the island. Keeping to myself, focusing on my art and cultivating my spirit.

"I'm an artist, and I'm happy to meet you in this life," I said sweetly.

You weighed my words. Cogs turned in your brain until you barked a laugh and jabbed your cigarette into the ashtray.

"Well, I was hoping to wake up to you tomorrow. Can I?" You asked.

I leaned closer; your scent washed over me, mingled with the heaviness of smoke. "Tomorrow?" I asked playfully,

"Mmm, no."

You narrowed your eyes again but said nothing.

"I don't stay the night. I prefer sleeping alone." I continued.

You huffed a laugh through your nose and leaned back in the chair. You extended your legs and spread them slightly. Just enough space for me to stand in-between them without touching you.

"Are you sure you can handle me?" You asked with an air of nonchalance that enticed me even further.

"No," I said truthfully without doing a thing to hide my excitement.

You laughed loudly. "If you can't handle it I don't want to hear any complaints." You said, your gaze rolled over my body from my feet to my face.

Without breaking eye contact, I slowly sank to my knees in front of you. I made no move to touch you, but noticed your legs spread wider to accommodate me.

"I have a feeling you love hearing people beg. Beg for more, or beg for mercy. Am I wrong?" I asked while already knowing the answer.

You looked me up and down lazily one more time before you put a hand down your shorts and palmed your dick.

"Do you wanna suck it?" You asked with a smirk.

I pouted slightly and shifted my body away. Thick brows furrowed in confusion.

"What? Did you not want to?" You asked slightly concerned.

Ever so softly, I let myself relax. I felt myself fill the room. I held your eye contact with enough intensity that you couldn't ignore it.

"I want to. But I like hearing people beg for me too. I love it actually," I allowed myself to visibly shiver with delight. "I love desperation, yearning and intensity. If you can beg for me, I'll give you what you want."

You looked me up and down again. This time, in surprise. This was the second time I got to see that look on your face.

"Oh my." You said dramatically and smiled at me.

I smiled back, light and playful. "Beg me. If you beg like a good boy I'll reward you." I said to you.

You reached for my hand and kissed my fingers. "Please."

You said the word like a man who wasn't used to begging.

"You can do better; I know you can. I'm not asking you to beg because I'm being cute. I'm telling you to beg because you don't deserve the pleasure I'm going to give you." I watched your brows shoot up in surprise but I didn't stop talking. "You've done nothing to earn it. You know that. Still, I'm going to be generous and give it to you as depraved as I can. Just as soon as you beg me." I said, almost panting toward the end.

You swallowed audibly. There was always something erotic about confrontation. The push and pull of desire and reality. I could feel my pussy leak wetness into my thong at the growing tension. Silence lingered between us while I waited patiently for you to decide. Then finally, I heard the magic words.

"Please, I need you to suck my dick. I am so fucking hard right now. I know your mouth would feel perfect on my dick." Your voice sounded slightly strained, the tinge of aroused desperation went straight to my clit.

I nearly moaned out loud when I heard it. "Give me a kiss." I leaned in after I made my request.

You wasted no time closing the space between our lips. It was a kiss that made my toes curl. Our tongues swirled together and you nipped and sucked at my bottom lip. My pussy drooled into my panties and I was nearly tempted to take them off. Almost. Instead, I focused on enjoying being kissed by you. I kissed a path along your jaw, then licked my way down your neck.

You opened your mouth to say something, but those words were lost to the universe when I brought my lips back to yours. I could have kissed you for hours, but I was a woman of my word. You'd begged me so cutely, I couldn't not follow through.

I crept my hand up your leg, and brushed against your thigh before I reached into your shorts. You hissed softly when my hand wrapped around your dick. It throbbed in the soft warmth of my hand.

"You are really hard right now. I should do something about that." I said with another coy tilt of my head.

You raised your hips and pulled your shorts down enough for me to have full access to you. This was an exercise in restraint for me. The moment I saw your dick, saliva pooled in my mouth, and the desire to take you as far down my throat as I could screamed in my mind. This desire was something I couldn't ever properly explain to anyone. I was the worst kind of addict; one in denial. Acting like I didn't love it.

I leaned forward and grazed my lips against the tip of your dick. Not quite a kiss, but something close.

I heard you sigh loudly, a deep exhale, and I put my lips on you again. This time, a proper open-mouthed kiss. The taste that filled my mouth made my head spin, and I greedily licked at your tip in search of more. I noisily slurped on your dick, saliva dribbled down my chin and soaked my shirt. I couldn't have cared less about the mess I made. I slobbered openly while I sucked your dick. The bottom of your shirt fell in my way and I whined in irritation. I wanted nothing to distract from the pleasure I was chasing. I released you from my mouth to deal with the problem.

I grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your abdomen to expose your upper body.

"Open," I instructed. When your lips parted, I stuffed the hem of your shirt into your mouth. "Hold that for me."

You groaned around the fabric. I licked a line down the front of your body, taking my time to savour you. I paused right in front of your dick; it jumped subtly, eager for me to continue. I wrapped my hand around you and stroked you slowly in my fist. I sank my mouth down on you again, deeper this time until I gagged. My head bobbed up and down, spit poured from the corners of my mouth as I passionately sucked your dick.

This simple act made me ruin my thong. I reached my free hand between my legs. My eyes rolled back when I felt how slippery and swollen I was. I couldn't help but shift my thong out of the way and roll my clit under my fingers.

You opened your eyes to watch me suck your dick. I wondered what was going through your mind. I tried to imagine how horny I must have looked on my knees, with your dick in my mouth and my fingers playing with my pussy. I could have cum, but I was growing frustrated. I released your dick with a soft "pop" and hummed thoughtfully.

"Tsk, now I'm conflicted." I said with a frown, "I like you just like this. Enough that I could keep going until you cum in my mouth."

I couldn't have painted a better picture than the image of you nearly naked with your shirt held between your teeth. "But you said you'd have me biting down and pushing back. That sounds too delicious to pass up on. I should be asking you, you're the Boss here. What would you like?" I asked you finally.

You spat the fabric out of your mouth and stared at me with a look I couldn't identify.

"What did you call me?" You asked me.

A smile crept slowly across my face. "Oh. You mean the Boss. Isn't that you?"

You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. "It's good that you know that. Now, get on your hands and knees like a good girl."

I wasted no time sticking my ass up in the air for you to fuck me. I waited patiently for you to get behind me but I didn't hear you move at all. I glanced behind to see what the issue was.

"Keep looking ahead. When I'm ready to fuck you, I'll let you know." You said to me, with no signs of a rush in your tone.

I shivered at how exposed I was in this position. The wait was sweet torture.

"What you said earlier is true. The thing about it is that everything about you is begging to be fucked. Those curious eyes of yours, and the way you talk. You're just screaming for someone to ruin you." You said with an amused laugh.

My thighs trembled slightly at your words. I needed to be fucked. If you'd asked me to beg, I was more than prepared to say whatever you needed to hear. I wanted you so badly I couldn't stand it.

"I don't need you to beg. What I want to hear is you saying "thank you". You're going to thank me for fucking you." I heard you move closer before I felt your dick graze my pussy.

I pushed my ass back against you eagerly. I needed you to fuck me right then and there. Yet, you took your time. You dragged your dick against my clit and slipped against my entrance until I was nearly delirious with need.

"Remember what I said. I want you to thank me." You pressed against my entrance firmly and allowed your tip to slide inside of me.

I moaned softly and melted against you. I felt like I couldn't breathe when you finally filled me. Every nerve in my body was on fire and electricity snapped hot and alive in my most sensitive place. Only when you rested flush against me, buried inside all the way, did I gasp out a broken "thank you".

You grabbed my hips and thrust deep inside me. "What did you say? I didn't hear that."

I moaned loudly again. "Thank you!"

"That's a good girl. You keep thanking me and I'll keep giving you the dick you wanted so badly." You promised before smacking your pelvis against my ass with slow deep thrusts.

I cried out loudly and threw myself back against you. With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the sensation of you stretching me around your dick. It felt so good I could only focus on the way you were fucking me. The sounds of skin against skin echoed loudly, along with my occasional words of gratitude. You gripped me tight and fucked me harder than I had been in a while. My lower belly cramped as you hit a spot deep inside me that made me cry out.

"Oh fuck!" I squeaked when you hit the same spot and knocked the wind out of me.

I was a drooling, sweaty mess. You had only just started but I knew I was going to cum soon. The swollen lips of my pussy tingled and every muscle in my body curled in anticipation of the orgasm that was on its way.

"Oh fuck me! Yes, yes, yes, please, keep fucking me! I'm going to cum." I pleaded helplessly and scratched my nails along the tiled floor.

You laughed again. "You really are spoiled. I thought I told you what you needed to be saying. Say, "Thank you for fucking me," or I'll stop and you'll have to make yourself cum." I whined loudly at the threat of you leaving me to cum by myself.

"Thank you for fucking me," I said though my teeth. I was so close I could taste it.

"Again." You demanded.

"Boss, thank you for fucking me." I gasped out the words as fireworks exploded under my skin and my vision grew blurry.

"One more time, say it while you cum."

I froze as the coil in my lower abdomen snapped and blissful waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Oh yes! Thank you, thank you, yes. Thank you for making me cum!" I sobbed out loudly while my pussy gushed and squeezed down on your dick. My toes curled and I couldn't stop my eyes from squeezing shut.

You bit your lip and watched me fall apart. I fell forward, unable to handle being filled by you for a second longer. My body trembled violently and my pussy gripped at nothing.

"I'm not finished fucking you." You told me in a stern voice.

With my face pressed against the tile I couldn't find it in me to answer. I rocked back against you until I felt your tip at my opening.

"That's a good girl. Watching you cum is so fucking hot. You take it so well." You lavished me with praise until my face was warm.

I rolled my hips against you and slowly took you in my pussy again. Fresh off of an orgasm, my body welcomed you with gratitude. I rocked against you harder, a thin line of drool dribbled down my chin as I climbed up a hill of intense pleasure. Your hips smacked against my ass as you pushed into me harder.

We fucked loudly into the early hours of the morning. It was during my third orgasm that I begged for mercy.

"Oh, please, I can't... I can't cum again." My voice quivered. I was barely making any sense.

You sighed and reluctantly pulled out of me. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth or on your cute little face?" You asked while your hand stroked your dick.

The thought of swallowing your cum made my pussy even creamier. My body was tired, and I knew I wouldn't get any rest if I started sucking your dick. Sucking your dick made me horny enough to want to get fucked again.

"Nobody has ever cum on my face before," I murmured softly. I moved closer and placed a wet open-mouth kiss on your dick so I could taste the salty-sweetness of myself.

You stood over me and worked your hand along your shaft, smearing my cream along your length as you masturbated. A heavy drop of pre-cum oozed from your tip and landed on my chin.

"I can't wait for you to cum on my face," I moaned, I scooped up the drop that fell on my chin and popped it into my mouth.

"Next time you'll earn my cum. You're going to ride me until I cum in you." You groaned out while your hand moved faster on your dick.

"Anything, as long as I can have more dick," I promised without a drop of shame, "You're so amazing, I don't think I can go a week without you fucking me."

You exhaled slowly through your nose and your dick twitched. "You're so greedy."

"Greedy just for you. I want you to cum on me. Let me see your face when you cum." I coaxed you and hoped it would be enough.

My words seemed to do the trick. You threw your head back and groaned long and loud. A sound of heavy relief as your dick finally shot out ropes of cum across my face.

It was surprising at first, and I closed my eyes on instinct. Warm spurts of cum covered my face and streaked across my cheeks and forehead. When you finished I opened my eyes to see you staring at me.

"That was... different," I said with a giggle.

You fell back in the chair with a heavy sigh. "Fuuuuck." You groaned out as you finally got to enjoy your release.

I smiled and swiped a finger across my cheek and popped it into my mouth to taste you.

"You are something else." You said with a shake of your head.

I smiled cheekily and focused on licking the cum from my fingers.