I wanted to tell you all about my first date with anyone that would be as kinky as me ever! Someone who contacted me as a direct response to the advert I placed here on Sprinkles on 20th May 2010 – the date happened on Sunday 3rd July – so a bit of a gap but well worth the wait.
We’d spoken on MSN. A lovely slim, blond man, younger than me, but who’d experienced some Domination play with an ex girlfriend He’d been dominant, and had read my posts and my ad, and had decided to contact me. He’d wanted to experience pussy and piss worship and to be more sub. We got along, and arranged to meet at an Art Gallery in London.
I’d made an effort. I was wearing high heeled strappy sandals, black lace knickers, short black skirt, black bustier and a black and white blouse over the top. It was a hot day and we met at 11.30am. We kissed; later on he’d said that he’d wanted to tear my skirt off then and there and fuck me hard. I’d already been so turned on in the morning that I’d had to change my underwear twice because I just couldn’t help pissing in them in anticipation of this date.
We kissed hello, then went straight to have lunch. There was no awkwardness at all, just a hot sexual tension, and in my part, desperation to piss all over him. He had the biggest erection, and we walked through the exhibits, enjoying them. I loved to torment him, occasionally whispering to him, how wet I was and how I wanted to piss on him so much. How I wanted to soak his hard cock. How close I was to pissing my knickers. He just groaned. Now and again, when we found ourselves alone, I could stroke the hardness through his trousers. Now and again, little droplets of piss escaped me and wet my knickers slightly - it all felt delicious.
We could almost not breathe properly, we were both that turned on. We found ourselves about a half hour walk from our hotel, however due to Gay pride, we spent an hour walking the hot streets of London, enjoying the wonderful colourful celebration, him covered in pre-cum, me so turned on and desperate to piss. Every now and again, I’d stop and whisper that mistress was going to piss all over him, and he would groan out loud. He had a bag that he carried to cover his erection. Sometimes I made him move his bag to back, so that everyone could see his big hard cock sticking out of his trousers. It was a beautiful sight.
It seemed to take ages to get to the hotel, as soon as we got in the door; he tore my clothes off me and threw me onto the bed where he began licking me. I was moaning, and began pissing and he drank from me. It was such a turn on. We hadn’t got the bed ready, so, both of us naked, we moved to the floor. Me on top, his cock so hard and his body, so skinny, and lean and beautiful.
I slid my wetness over his cock and body, soaking him in my juices and piss, it was wonderful. I pissed over him and he was groaning and moaning and saying, please mistress, piss on me, please piss on me. I was saying, my fucking cunt boy, I’m going to piss all over you, so much piss. That soon changed into oh God, you fucking cunt, Fuck me, when he turned over and put me onto the floor and began fucking me hard.
We came, him shooting all over my body. Then he played with me with a vibrator and his tongue and fingers and I came twice. Then he massaged me for over an hour with the body butter he’d bought especially for the occasion. It was exquisite. After I'd slapped his arse till it was very red, I played with his gorgeous cock, and his arse. Licking him and fingering him. He came hard, from my fingers inside him, fingering him. He didn't cum through his cock - but inside himself, an orgasm, that was so shattering for him, he came, spasming and screaming. And then just lay there, saying, oh my mistress, thank you, thank you. It took him 10 minutes to move again.
Then we got dressed and went to a beautiful restaurant in Regents Street, London. Had a wonderful meal, some drinks, and then went back. He pissed over me. I tied him up, to the bed, blindfolded him then stood over him and pissed over him. Then squatted so he could drink from me. I loved him pissing inside me ........ then we fucked. hard and fast twice more then he played with me with toys again. We’d bought our own sheets and wanted to experience the sheer joy of pissing in and on each other in bed, all through the night. Once in the night, he pissed over me, and then I pissed over him. Although we’d both climaxed a few times, we just felt so turned on and warm and sexy all night. It was so lovely being able to just roll over and piss on each other during the night. We slept on the wetness, in each other’s arms.
Then he held me all night which felt wonderful. At 5am he woke me gently then put me onto my back and fucked me hard. His face was a picture of horny passion. It was just so incredible to have his hard cock pumping into me before I was even properly awake.
At 9am, he woke me again, this time moving me onto my stomach, so he could fuck me doggy fashion. Then he made me cum with the vibrator. I fingered his arse again, and gave him another internal orgasm.
Then I was left, enjoying my solitude and catching my breath while he went and bought some coffee and pastries for breakfast. We cleared our own sheets away, made the bed, and then left the hotel.
We walked through London in the sunshine, both of us unable to believe that we’d just shared this incredible experience. It had all felt so natural, so perfect, and so fantastic. Both of us hadn’t experienced anything like this before. We just realised that this was what we had so wanted, more than anything. We had a beer, then walked to the station, kissed and had a very reluctant goodbye on the platform.
Until next weekend, when he is coming back to London, this time to stay at my flat. And on Monday morning, yesterday, I felt rather bereft, being woken rudely by the alarm clock rather than this beautiful hot body, sliding over me, fucking me. God!
I hope you can appreciate what an absolutely perfect date we had – and at the same time, how wonderful it was that I found this site, and placed my advert. So thank you!
I hope you can enjoy my experience. Next week, we have so much more time, and a lot more rooms, and a garden....... Maybe, I will share our future experiences with you..........