Seven people have asked me how Mike and I met. Here is the story.

   Mike met me at a fundraiser. My office represents the org that was hosting the event so we had about 7 people there. It was a mostly formal event. I was wearing a dress that reached my calves, and somewhat low cut in front. Mike was in a navy blue suit with a light blue shirt and a dark tie. About half way thru the event he approached me and asked "So when can we go to dinner". I was a bit surprised hearing that from someone I don't know and I said 'Excuse me?'. He Said "You do eat, don't you?" I laughed and replied that I did indeed eat. "Then let me take you to dinner. You get a free meal and some pleasant conversation".

  I accepted. It was about 4 pm. I was impressed with his confidence and he looked so sexy. Near the end of the event, he approached me again and said he would pick me up in front of the building. We went to a NICE restaurant, one I would not have been able to afford myself. We had a wonderful meal, with a delicious bottle of wine, there were candles on the table and soft music in the background. It was ideal. We ate and talked, and learned a little about each other. Afterwards, he took me to his home and gave me a tour. His house is huge and well decorated, I loved it. But I was a bit confused, wondering why I was there and what were his motives. Just 6 hours earlier we were strangers. I asked him what was it that made him come up to me at the event? He talked about how he was mesmerized by my beauty, or some shit like that. He needed to meet me, and all thru dinner all he could think about was when we would see each other again. I was feeling flattered and a bit light headed by his charm. And he was charming. As we stood in the kitchen, which was almost as big as my 1 br studio, he stated, not asked, that he wanted a blowjob. He wasn't that crude about it but thats what he was saying. But the way he said it and with such confidence and self assuredness, combined with my shock (?).......I just knelt down, opened his fly, and sucked his cock. He didn't grab my head or thrust into me, he simply leaned back against the counter. When he came I spit it out into the wine glass I had been holding earlier..He said that "We" would have to work on that.. I had never swallowed cum before, I didn't care for the salty taste, and never considered swallowing his cum, though that is what he expected. I stood up and he kissed me slipping his tongue into my mouth. I felt flush and dizzy. With everything that just happened and the amount of wine I drank, I said that I really needed to get home. He asked if I would like to stay the night, since I wasn't feeling well. I declined and he agreed to take me home. I said I needed to go back to the venue to get my car, but he said he would have it delivered. When we reached my home, he walked me to the door, gave me a long kiss and said goodnight.

He phoned me the next day (I had not given him my number), and asked when I could see him. I told him anytime. He sent a car to pick me up and take me to his home. (My car was there). We had a nice dinner (cookout) and then he took me to bed.

  The sex was vanilla. No bondage. He was very romantic, taking his time and lots of foreplay. He had melay on my belly, and started to stick his cock in my ass, something no one has ever done to me. I told him I don't do anal, he replied "You Didn't". And then he penetrated me anally. It hurt, a lot. I really think he enjoyed that part. He was on top of me with his weight holding me down, so I could only lie there and endure it. Without any ropes, I was restrained just by his size. It was exciting, even tho it was painful. He didn't cum in my ass, he saved that for my pussy. We did it in the missionary position and again I was held in place by his weight bearing down on me. Helpless to do anything but lie there. But that's all I wanted to do. He shot his full load into me without ever asking if I had protection. I did. He didn't care.

   I was spellbound by him, unable to refuse him. I should have realized what I was getting into when he asked " When I could see HIM again." It sounds egotistical, like he was the one to be seen. So from the moment we first spoke, it took him about 30 hours to get me into bed and steal my heart.

 Love Debra, **KIss**