1. The Caller 04 - a girl's night out


    Date: 5/13/2015, Categories: True Story, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Masturbation, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Toys, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 85.9, Source: sexstories.com

    "Unknown caller." My heart jumped. It has been several days since my last call from Missy, and god, was I missing her. I had bought myself a new phone and had started to gradually get everyone to use my new number so I would have the old one just for her. However, it might still be someone else calling. "H-hello," I answered the phone. "Let's go out tonight," I heard her familiar voice. My heart jumped again. Would I get to see her, finally, after all? Where would we meet? What would I wear? "O-okay," I stammered, not sure if my excitement was showing. "Where are we going?" The address she gave me was somewhere in downtown Denver. It was a longer drive there, but I wouldn't complain, being excited as I was. She told me to be there at 9 PM and send an email when I arrive. I breathed hard when she hung up, my heart pounding in my chest. A thousand thoughts were racing through my head, the loudest of which was: This is getting real. I am going to meet this person, going out on a date. Am I gay now? Is that a lesbian thing? What... would she be like? What would I do? What if someone I know sees us? And god, what am I going to wear? For some reason I was more nervous meeting her than I had ever been dating a man. I was determined to make myself as presentable as possible, but at the same time didn't even know what that meant with a woman. Would she even care about my boobs, my butt, my lips? Would I care? No, I thought. I don't really care all that much what she looked like. It ...
    was her personality, her voice, her... dominance... that made me all soft and wet with her, and her looks were secondary. So I figured, I would just wear something that would make me feel good about myself. I have a yellow dress, something like a tube dress, but with very short sleeves, that for some reason always is the first choice I think of when I want to dress up. It's tight, and fits me just so very well that it looks as if it was made to my measurements. Aside from that, it was cut just deep enough to show the amount of cleavage that keeps you wanting for more, and in the back it was slit until just below my butt cheeks, so that if I bent down in a certain position, it'd flash my panties. And yeah, I've practiced that position. Not that I could wear panties, mind you. I didn't ask, but I just assumed that Missy's rules still applied, and so I just wore the dress and a pair of red high heels, some long pearl necklace and matching earrings and a little bit of tan lipstick and modest make-up. Also, as usual, I made sure to keep my new-found green toy in my handbag, the red one that matched the shoes. It was a cool saturday night when I drove down into town. I had brought a jacket, just in case, but kept it on the seat as I was comfortable in the car. My GPS led me down South Broadway and I turned into a parking lot when I arrived at the address. Strange. There was no restaurant around, and on the whole this looked like the seedier part of town. In fact, right across the ...
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