Her door, My rules

I still can’t believe how that night went down. I’d been chatting with this girl, let’s call her Mia, for a couple weeks online—flirty texts, some spicy pics exchanged, but nothing in person yet. She was 24, petite with curves that could make a guy forget his own name, long dark hair, big brown eyes, and this innocent smile that hid how filthy she really was. She invited me over to her place one Friday evening, saying her roommates were out and we could “finally meet properly.” I showed up around 8 PM, heart pounding a bit from the anticipation.

I knocked, and the second she opened the door… fuck. There she stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and a sheer white tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide her hard nipples. No bra, her perky C-cups practically begging for attention, and that little smirk on her face like she knew exactly what she was doing. Her apartment was dimly lit behind her, some soft music playing.

“Hi,” she said softly, biting her lip. “Come in.”

I stepped inside, kicked the door shut behind me, and before she could even say another word, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me hard. She gasped, but her hands immediately went to my chest. “You wore that for me?” I growled, my voice low.

She nodded, eyes already glazing over. “Yes… I wanted to surprise you.”

“Good girl.” I slid one hand down to grip her ass, squeezing the soft flesh, and the other tangled in her hair, tilting her head back. I kissed her deep and rough, tongue invading her mouth as she melted into it, moaning softly. She tasted like mint and lust. My cock was already straining against my jeans. I broke the kiss and looked her dead in the eyes. “From now on, you do exactly what I say. Understand?”

Her breath hitched, but she whispered, “Yes, sir.”

I smirked. “Strip. Slowly. Let me see everything.”

She obeyed immediately, peeling the tank top up over her head, revealing those perfect tits with rosy pink nipples already stiff. Then she hooked her thumbs into the thong and slid it down her smooth legs, stepping out of it. She stood there completely naked, shaved pussy glistening already, shifting nervously but clearly turned on. I circled her once, running a hand over her ass, then between her thighs to feel how wet she was. She whimpered when my fingers brushed her clit.

“On your knees,” I commanded.

She dropped instantly, looking up at me with those big eyes. I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my thick cock, already rock hard and leaking precum. “Open your mouth.”

Mia parted her lips obediently. I grabbed her hair and fed her my dick, sliding it over her tongue inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. She gagged a little but didn’t pull away—instead, she started sucking eagerly, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head every time I pulled back. “That’s it, suck it like the slut you are for me,” I groaned, fucking her face with steady thrusts. Spit dripped down her chin onto her tits as I used her mouth, holding her head in place when I pushed deeper. Her eyes watered, but she moaned around my cock, one hand sneaking between her legs to rub herself.

I pulled out with a wet pop. “Hands behind your back. No touching yourself unless I say.”

She pouted but complied, locking her wrists together. I hauled her up by the arm and bent her over the back of her couch, ass up, legs spread. Her pussy was soaked, lips puffy and dripping. I slapped her ass hard—once, twice—watching the skin turn pink. She cried out but pushed back toward me. “Please…”

“Please what?” I teased, rubbing my cockhead up and down her slit, coating myself in her juices.

“Fuck me, sir. Please fuck me hard.”

I gripped her hips and slammed into her in one thrust, burying myself balls-deep in that tight, wet heat. She screamed in pleasure, walls clenching around me. God, she felt incredible—hot, silky, gripping every inch. I started pounding her relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Each thrust made her tits bounce, her moans getting louder and more desperate.

“Touch your clit now,” I ordered, not slowing down. She reached back and rubbed herself furiously while I railed her. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back so I could lean over and bite her neck. “You’re mine tonight. Say it.”

“I’m yours, sir—fuck, I’m your slut!” she gasped, voice breaking as I hit that spot deep inside her over and over.

I felt her start to tighten, her pussy fluttering. “Don’t cum yet. Hold it.”

She whined but nodded, trying to obey. I pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her onto the couch on her back, legs over my shoulders. I drove back in even deeper this time, grinding against her clit with every stroke. Her nails dug into my back. “Please let me cum… I can’t—”

“Cum for me. Now.”

She shattered, screaming my name as her orgasm ripped through her, pussy squirting a little around my cock, body shaking. I didn’t stop, fucking her through it until she was a trembling mess. Then I pulled out, stroking myself fast. “On your knees again. Mouth open.”

She slid down instantly, tongue out, looking up at me submissively. I exploded, thick ropes of cum painting her tongue, her lips, and dripping down onto her tits. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked me clean like a good girl.

We weren’t done. After catching our breath, I made her ride me on the couch, telling her exactly how fast, how deep, slapping her ass when she slowed down. Then I took her to the bedroom, tied her wrists to the headboard with her own scarf, and ate her pussy until she begged, edging her twice before letting her cum on my tongue. By the end of the night, she’d cum four times, voice hoarse, body marked with my handprints and bites, covered in sweat and cum.

She curled up against me afterward, whispering, “That was… intense. Can we do this again?”

Hell yes. Best “first meeting” ever.