Here is part three of my first experience - let me know what you think and if you like it
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Despite my initial nerves, a different sensation slowly crept in—an instinctive need to please him, to give him what he wanted. I had fantasized about a moment like this for so long, imagining what it would feel like to have a man lost in pleasure because of me. And now, with him standing before me, desire darkening his gaze, I wanted nothing more than to make it real.
He didn’t say a word—he didn’t have to. His hands gripped my shoulders, applying just enough pressure to push me down. I understood immediately. My knees met the floor as I looked up at him, heart pounding, waiting for further instruction. But he gave none. Instead, he simply watched me, expectant, as if daring me to take the next step myself.
I hesitated for just a moment before reaching for him. Stroking his length slowly, feeling its warmth and weight in my hand, I watched as he grew fully hard under my touch. His size, his shape—there was something mesmerizing about it. I had never been this close before, never had the chance to admire a man like this.
By the time he told me to open my mouth, he was already throbbing with need. I obeyed without question, parting my lips and taking him in. At first, I moved cautiously, adjusting to the sensation, but as I got used to it, I found a rhythm. His fingers tangled into my hair, guiding me, controlling my pace. The quiet sounds of his pleasure filled the air, and with every deep moan, I felt something stir inside me—a strange mix of submission and satisfaction.
Still, I wasn’t completely at ease. A lingering discomfort stayed with me, an uneasiness I couldn’t shake. If I had the chance, I would have finished him right away just to get it over with, just to be done. But he had full control, and I knew I wouldn’t be the one deciding when this ended.
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to be continued
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