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Rowan - Second Time With Mr Jon

It had been about three weeks since my first meeting with Mr. Jon. We have a great rapport and a lot of common interests, so I felt very comfortable and safe with him. We arranged a meet-up for Friday night. While I like to have Daddy by my side, a last-minute conflict made that impossible. He talked to me while I was driving and when I arrived, I was confident but still a little nervous. I knew Daddy was just a phone call away if I needed him. I also knew that he would follow up with both Mr. Jon and me to make sure that his good little slut had made him proud.

I pulled into the parking lot and put on my play collar, fastening it one notch tighter, just to make sure I could feel it when I swallowed or moved my head. I have one for everyday wear, but my play collar is my favorite. It is thick black leather with “Daddy’s Girl” embroidered in red. It is a reminder to me of everything Daddy has taught me, and if I stay true to that I will make him proud – not that I needed such a reminder as I strive for that in all that I do. It also serves as a reminder to my play partner that while I am a sub, I am not *their* sub and that they need to follow the rules of play that we all have agreed upon.

I drew a deep breath and texted Mr. Jon to let him know that I was in the parking lot and making my way to his door. As I crossed the street, he opened the door to meet me. He needed to grab something from his car but told me to go on up to his apartment. I climbed the stairs and began to relax, feeling the nervousness fade away and the excitement take over. Mr. Jon was a very generous partner and I had been anxiously anticipating this encounter all week. He joined me in the living room, just as I had removed my coat.

We sat on the couch, warming up from the chilly autumn air. I was alternately rubbing my hands and sitting on them to get them warm as soon as possible. I wanted to reach over and begin stroking his long thick cock but knew that it would be a futile effort until my hands were warmer. Apparently, this was more of a concern for me than Mr. Jon as he playfully grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to the hardness beneath his sweatpants. We continued to chat and kiss as I slowly skimmed my hand the length of his cock. My nails lightly dragged across the soft cotton, putting just the right amount of pressure on the stiff flesh below to enhance his reaction. Although my hands were still a little chilly, the heat emanating from between my legs assured me that I would be plenty warm in no time!

From our previous experience, he knew what I desired. He raised his hips and slid the waistband to mid-thigh, presenting his very swollen member for my pleasure. I took a pillow from the couch and knelt before him, ready to pay homage to his offering. I was still aware that my hands were too cold to go flesh to flesh, but my mouth was very warm and eager for a treat. I licked and sucked at the tip, teasing him with my lips and tongue, all the while easing more of him into my mouth. When his cock was generously lubed with my saliva, I began to suck him in earnest, working his length deeper into my mouth until the swollen head was pressing at the top of my throat. I withdrew to the tip, took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing my throat and focusing on suppressing the gag reflex. I had continued to work on this skill, and this was the first time that I was able to apply what I had learned with someone other than Daddy.

I slid my lips along the shaft, my tongue continuing to lick at the smooth dark flesh, feeling every ridge and vein as I made my way toward the base. I positioned him at the top of my throat, exhaled once more and began to work him inside. I kept a slow steady rhythm, letting my throat relax and stretch as I pressed on. I needed to stop once or twice to calm the unpleasant twinge but continued to hold him just outside of my throat, still licking and sucking on him, until I was ready to start again. One...two....three and then I was pressing on him again, willing myself to go further. Finally, he was sliding within the confines of my throat with ease. My collar was pressing back, and I was ready to cum.

He reached behind me and entwined his fingers in my hair, just above my neck, and began to pull and press gently, helping me to find a rhythm that worked for both of us. So many sensations were feeding my increasing desire to cum... the feel of his cock stretching my throat, the feel of my collar tight on my neck, the gentle pull of my hair as he guided my pace. I was enjoying them all, almost lost in the waves of pleasure, when I felt him tense beneath me. I withdrew slightly and braced myself, ready to receive the hot blast of cum into my mouth. Although my skills at throat fucking had improved, I was still struggling with trusting myself enough to have my partner cum directly down my throat. I flattened my tongue against the taut string just below the head and pressed as I continued to stroke him with my mouth. His balls erupted, flooding my mouth with his sweet salty cream. I continued stroking and licking, wanting every drop, but reminding myself that there was more to be had. I swallowed what I had been gifted and licked him clean before returning to my seat next to him on the couch. The slut had been fed and that satisfied me... for now.

The dynamic that we shared was quite unique...at least for me. As we smoked and sipped our water, the conversation picked up right where it had left off as if the last 30 minutes hadn’t happened. We talked about music and cooking, neither mentioning the erotic episode that had just played out. Yes, I still wanted to cum very badly, and my orgasm was waiting in the wings. I was enjoying squirming in my seat next to him. Before we knew it, another half hour had flown past, and he was ready to go again. He offered his hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

Once upstairs he helped me undress, sliding his hands under my shirt, caressing my breasts, and teasing my nipples as he did so. He remembered how sensitive they are, and I was enjoying the slow sweet torture of my edging. Tossing my shirt aside, he hooked the waistband of my leggings with his thumbs and began to slide them down, using his fingers to feel the fullness of my hips and ass. I was doing the same to him, letting them fall as they passed his narrow hips, then rubbing one hand over his smooth ass while the other was cupping and gently squeezing his refilled balls. We stepped out of our clothes, now gathered around our ankles and he guided me to the edge of the bed.

I laid back as he raised my knees, and he commented on how wet I was. Although I had not yet cum my pussy was dripping, and we both knew that it would not take much to release what had been building all evening. He placed a thumb on my clit and began to caress it while teasing my slit with the head of his swollen cock. I was truly a submissive slut in this moment, since my position left me few options in terms of response. He had me on the edge of the bed and on the edge of an incredible orgasm, but he was toying with me. I wanted to feel him inside of me when I came, and I could not move enough to make that happen on my own. Again, from our previous experience he knew that, knowing how much I enjoy the edge play. I was on the verge of sensory overload, when he suddenly thrust forward, completely filling me with his mighty black cock and releasing a spasming, torrent of pussy juice around his cock. He remained pressed tight against me, more rocking than fucking, knowing that as soon as he started to slide out, the juice would saturate his balls and the towels beneath me. It was not until my orgasm subsided that he began to really fuck me.

As predicted, the liquid was slowly leaking out and the wet, sloshing sound of his strokes echoed off the walls. I thoroughly enjoyed being his fucktoy, but I wanted to participate more. I heard Daddy’s voice in my head, “Patience, baby girl”. I conceded and reveled in the moment, doing my best to meet his thrusts, feeling ineffective, but felt the next orgasm begin to build. Soon enough, he was helping me to sit up and then leaned me over the edge of the bed.

With both feet on the floor, my fully exposed cunt became an easy target for his phallic assault. He now slid easily into my well gapped pussy. His heavy balls grazed my clit with every deep stroke and heightened the anticipation. The vigorous fucking had churned my juice into a very thick cream and the transformation was audible. He immediately established a rhythm, and I was now able meet each thrust with my own. My next orgasm caught me off guard and I was again drenching his cock and balls; there was no stopping them after that. He continued to pound me, again lacing my hair into his hand, and pulling and releasing to control my pace and participation. Wave after wave of orgasms washed over me. I was about to reach my limit and repeatedly begged him to breed his borrowed slut. He moved his hands to my hips and buried himself deep. As I felt the first spasm when he climaxed, I released my final orgasm as well. We rocked back and forth, each wanting to milk the other until we had both given our all.

He helped me up fully onto the bed and smiled as he sat beside me, keeping physical contact by placing his hand gently on my back, and silently watching the aftershocks roll through my body. The first ones were strong, almost convulsive. Slowly they diminished until they were more shudders of deep relaxation and satisfaction.

Another perk of reoccurring meetings is that he also knew what else awaited him. He knew where to be, and to have patience. As I regained conscience thought he received his reward. Since I was already laying on my side, I didn’t have to move very far to again have his now softening cock in my mouth. The taste and thoughts of the mixed juices sent another wave of tremors through me. Cleaning up my partner is the cherry on top of an incredible liaison. For me, it is as natural an act as breathing air. He softly rubbed my back to show his appreciation.

When I felt I could trust my legs, I sat up on the edge of the bed and began to dress, since the shudders had now turned to shivers with the cool air in the room. He dressed too, and we made our way back to the living room. We had another smoke or two as I finished my water. Our conversation had returned to a common interest (I honestly can’t remember what it was!) and having regained my composure I took my leave.

I was hoping to see him again, but fate had other plans. To date I have not had another opportunity to have him as a play partner, but he is certainly one of my most memorable.

NOTE : Please read "A Sluts Holiday" for the continuation of this story.