As you walk back to your apartment with him, you think about how wonderful the dinner was. He was interesting, funny and witty. He didn't just talk about himself, but he listened to you. He listened with such intensity that you could tell that he really cared, and enjoyed your conversation. It was much too early in the relationship for you to be in love with him, but you were desperately wanting for him to fuck you. You could feel how hot and wet your pussy had become during the evening with him. Your body felt that familiar rush of excitement and that sense of lust for him that you hadn't felt in a long time. The walk from the restaurant was only five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Would he invite himself inside, or would you have to ask him to stay with you? So many questions lingered in your head as you tried to make small talk, walking back to your apartment.

Once you reached your apartment, you didn't have to ask him to come in. You didn't have to go through that awkward moment at your front door. He asked you for your keys, and he opened the door for you. Out of nervousness, you asked him if he was coming in or going home. He responded with I am coming in. This caught you somewhat off guard at his confidence. Time seemed to stand still. All you can remember is excitement, anticipation, and nervousness, as it enveloped your every thought. He had never been to your apartment, but he grasps your hand and moved you into your bedroom. How did he know where my bedroom was? You felt as if you had no control; no say so in what was going to happen. You felt as if you were at his mercy, to do his bidding.

He moves you in front of him, with your thighs pressed up against your bed. He presses his body against the back of yours. You feel his hard cock pressing against your butt. His chest pressing against the back of your head. His thighs pressing the back of your legs... How does he do that? He moves his mouth kissing the back of your head, and moving down the back of your neck. Chills shoot through your body, goose pimples erupt quickly, causing your breathe to deepen, as if you were stepping into a cold shower. His powerful hands caressing your shoulders. He moves his hand to the back of your head, and suddenly without warning grabs a handful of hair, spins you around, and falls on top of you onto the bed. Your startled, scared, feeling helpless under his powerful body. Your pussy explodes with wetness, and heat. You thrust your hips up towards his, yearning for him to rub, touch, to explore your groin.

He positions himself over you, holding his own weight above you so you can breathe, so he is not crushing you. He starts to slowly kiss your lips before gently licking and sucking your top lip. Taking a handful of your hair, he pulls your head back to expose your open mouth to his. He pulls your hair and head, not to hard but not to gentle. His forcefulness and his confidence rushes through your body. Your pussy is wet, aching for him to touch it. He's holding himself above you with his hips pressing into yours, his knee pushing between your legs, pressing against your hot, wet pussy. Can he feel my wetness though my jeans and his?

His breathing is in rhythm with yours. You feel the heat of his breathe on your lips. He inhales your breathe into his lungs. His tongue moves over your lips. He begins to explore your mouth, and he licks front of your teeth. He slowly begins to kiss from your open mouth over your chin and down the front of your throat. Without warning, he sinks his teeth gently into your throat. You exhale suddenly and forcefully. Fear courses through your body, but it is quickly replaced with lust. You thrust your groin into his thigh. When did he position his thigh in front of my groin? Pleasure overcomes you, centered on your pussy. Your nipples swell with blood, hard as rocks; they yearn to feel his tongue on them.

His other hand begins pushing into your thigh, rubbing your sore muscle from the long walk you had today. Moving his hand up your thigh, across your hip, along your side and gripping your breast. He begins to massage your breast and pinching your nipple. You thrust your breasts towards him, arching your back. The stretch you feel is overcome by your desire to have him touch you, to penetrate you, to do something with your pussy.

His mouth moves to the side of your neck, he is licking, kissing and sinking his teeth into your neck again, at the same time he moves his other hand to your throat. He wraps his powerful hand around your throat, squeezing your throat and rubbing his thigh against your crotch. Your pussy is on fire, he has to be able to feel it. You match his thrusts with your own, pressing your groin as hard as you can into his thigh.

He starts to move his mouth down the front of your body, slowly kissing, licking and biting you on his way down. He stops momentarily at your stomach, to pause and bite into your stomach. Chills of anticipation course throughout your body like electricity. His hand leaves your throat, moving down your breasts to your hip. Both of his hands grasp your hips, and he pushes you further into the mattress. His lips gently kissing and massaging your thigh, the soreness of your muscle sending waves of euphoria throughout your body. His hands move down your leg to your feet followed by his mouth. He massages the soreness from your feet, slowly, gently, as if you were at a masseuse. He lightly runs his tongue up your toes, putting each one of them in his mouth, and he pushes his thumbs into the arches of your feet. "Oh god" you gasp, startled by the relaxing sensation, the lethargic feeling you get after a massage or an orgasm briefly explodes from your feet.

Suddenly, he grasps your ankles with his hands and spread your legs apart. The suddenness and shock startle you. His mouth follows the curve of your muscle and bone in your leg, as he moves up you're your feet, to your shin, over the top of your knee, and over the top of your thigh. He positions his head in your crotch. You feel his hot breathe on your pussy through your jeans. He presses his mouth into your groin. Can he feel out hot and wet I am? Slowly, he unbuttons and unzips your jeans with his mouth, his skill, his mastery excites you. He has done this before, not to you, but to someone else. You don't care about who he has pleased before. You are so hot and wet, that nothing is in your mind other than the thought of him pressing his tongue against your pussy. Slowly and gently, he pushes your jeans over your hips and your butt. He sits up to finish removing your pants, and he puts his head back in between your legs.

Both of his hands move up your legs, to your thighs and he grasps your ass, pushing your pussy closer into my mouth. He begins to lick your inner thigh moving his tongue across your pussy lips. Your heart is pounding hard, and your breathe increasing in respirations, and deepness. You feel the anticipation, the wanting, the excitement, and the danger of letting him into your soul, maybe your heart. He begins to push his tongue slowly into your pussy, pulling out and licking to your clit. Moving his tongue up and down the full length of your pussy. Your pussy is so sensitive that you can feel every taste bud on his tongue, his every breath. He stops only long enough to gently nibble and bite your lips, tugging on them every so lightly. You gasp, a flood begins to pour out from your pussy, heat devours his face, and blood fills your clit swelling it to its maximum.

He takes your clit in his mouth, and he begins to lightly suck. His tongue working your clit in conjunction with his mouth and his lips. You squirm, and thrust your hips into his face. You arch your back; you grasp his head with your hands. You softly caress his head, as he works your clit with his tongue, and mouth. Your breath quickens, your breath deepens. He moves one of hands from your butt, and begins to tease the entrance to your pussy with his finger. His finger wet with your juices; he pushes his finger inside you. This guy knows how to please you; he knows what he's doing. He pushes and pulls his finger inside and out of your pussy, in perfect rhythm as he sucks, and licks your clit.

Several times you approach orgasm, and he slows or stops working your clit, but he continues to fuck your pussy with his finger. It feels really good, but not enough to bring you to orgasm. Why does he stop licking me? Is he teasing me? Does he not want me to come? You try to force his mouth back onto your clit, but he is to strong. You want to come, you are so close, please god, keep licking my clit! Suddenly, he pulls his finger out of your pussy. You look up at him, but all you can see in the darkness is the shadow figure of his head.

He moves his tongue and mouth back onto your clit. You let out a long, deep gasp of air; your head falls back onto the bed. He moves his finger around the rim of your asshole. You tighten it startled by what he is doing! Oh my god, is he going to fuck me in the ass with his finger? I've never had anyone do this to me before. You are so hot, wet, and ready to cum, that the wrongness, the fear you have is subsided by excitement. He slowly, carefully pushed his finger into your asshole. Your pussy explodes, how can I get wetter than I already am? He pushes his finger centimeter, by centimeter into your asshole. You push your hips up into his face, your asshole exposed, vulnerable to his desires. You feel it coming, like an unstoppable fast moving train. The pressure, the electricity, the tingling, the goose pimples on your skin, the euphoric feeling that rushes from your pussy, and moves through your body like a rush of water. He senses that you're going to cum; he continues to lick, and suck your clit. He continues to fuck your asshole with his finger. Your body stiffens, your asshole begins to pulsate around his finger, cum explodes from your pussy, and onto his face. Every muscle in your body tightens, you almost scream.

He continues to fuck your asshole, he softly continues to lick, and suck your clit. Your body relaxes; your muscles release their tension. There is nothing bad that can happen to you right now. There isn't a negative thought, or a concern running through your head right now. He gently lets go of your clit, and continues to lick, nibble, and kiss the rest of your pussy. His attention to detail about your pussy is amazing. He slowly and carefully pulls his finger from your asshole. He slowly and methodically licks your pussy clean from your orgasm. You are tired, your pussy used, and pleasured.

He lifts himself up from your groin to look you in the face. You ask him what you could do to please him. He reaches up and grasps your throat. What is he doing? His other hand pins your waste to the bed. You're stuck, pinned, you cannot escape his grasp. Your fear is accompanied by your excitement. You feel yourself getting wet again. He leans forward, pinning you by sitting on your waist, his other hand still around your throat. He leans is mouth onto yours. You can feel your wetness and smell on his lips. You stretch your tongue out to meet his lips. He pulls back, and lightly slaps you across the face. You've been bad he tells you. He tells you that you cannot talk, and you cannot stick your tongue out to meet his with his permission. He tightens his grip around your throat, lightly choking you. He leans over one last time, and tells you that you are not allowed to please him yet. You are not ready.

He moves himself off of you, and gets up out of your bed. He walks towards the bedroom door, stopping short. All you can see is his shadowy silhouette, his broad shoulders through his dress shirt. What is doing? Where is he going? He tells you that he will see you again, for more training, but only when he decides. He turns and walks out of the bedroom. You hear the front door open and close. Your heart pounding from the fear, the excitement of what just happened. You lay there thinking about him, what was he thinking? Will he come back? How much more do I need to learn? How will I know?