We met online and became friends quickly. He’s British from the north and has the sexiest deepest accent I have ever heard. Every time we spoke and with every voice message, I was more hooked. I awaited his calls and felt myself moisten everytime he spoke. There is an intensity about him that turns me very submissive. He has an aura about him that is magnetic and my god, is he handsome. Rugged with silver hair and a body that looks like it was specially chiselled with a Greek god in mind. We talked for months online. Chats about life in between very hot phone sex sessions. I told him all my desires and fantasies. He started sending me videos of his escapades as a Dominant with his subs and I was surprised how much it turned me on. The videos got raunchier and more debauched but he had my attention. He loves how curious I am and kept pushing the limits with every clip. I was turned on by scenarios I’d never even considered. He called one night to say he’d booked flights. I was a mix of nerves and excitement but eagerly awaited his arrival only a few weeks later. We booked a hotel room so we had uninterrupted time to explore each other over a few days. I was so nervous so I checked in early. I changed into white lace lingerie with stockings to match. The pure good girl in me was dying to see his face when he saw this outfit. Even I was turned on by it. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Nervously playing with the lace on my stockings. Then I heard it, the key in the door. I froze, I couldn’t move. I just stared at him. He was everything I imagined and more. He walked towards me and stood between my legs. His first words were “stand up” but they made my knees weak. I did as I was told albeit difficultly. He wrapped his hands around my face and neck and kissed me so passionately that I thought I’d faint with desire. I’d waited months to have his hands on me and it was exactly how I thought it would be. His hands dropped to my waist and he spun me around putting his hand in the middle of my back bending me over the end of the bed. He slapped each ass cheek twice and revelled in the noise I made along with the blush pink mark that appeared. He let his hands and fingers roam all over my ass and down along the crotch of my panties circling my clit through the soft fabric. He knew all the tricks to make me melt. He waited until my wetness started showing through the fabric and with little warning, he reached inside the fabric and plunged his middle finger inside me. He could sense my knees going weak so he lifted each leg onto the bed so my knees were supported while he held my waist with one hand and continued to finger fuck me from behind. He added a second finger when he tealised how wet I was getting. As he created a rythym, he leaned down and placed gentle kisses on the pink parts of my ass that he’d slapped earlier. I don’t think I’d ever gotten this wet in my life. He spoke again. “On your back” he said. The primal look in his eyes said everything words couldn’t. I did as I was told. We had been talking for months about my desire to squirt. He’d sent me videos of him making his subs squirt and I’d orgasmed to them multiple times. He leaned forward and peeled my panties off. He lay beside me and with his hands, spread my legs. He traced his fingers up the insides on my stockings and thighs eventually reaching my swollen clit and very wet pussy lips. He traced them so gently that I purred in his ear. He took this as a sign to delve deeper. “Are you ready?” he said. I nodded, not speaking because words couldn’t be formed. He spoke again…. “I need you to relax ok?”. This time I managed a “yes sir”. He smiled. His fingers slid inside me seeking that sweet spot. As his fingers glided in and out, I could feel a pressure building that I’d never felt before. He could sense the change in my breathing and the flush on my skin. I put my arm around his neck pulling his face closer. We kissed for what felt like hours yet he never stopped the rhythm his fingers had found. He looked me dead in the eye and said “I’m going to go quicker and I want you to let go”. I smiled and nodded. As he increased his pace, I felt the pressure start to give way. I pushed as his fingers rubbed my inner wall and then I felt it. The warm gushing liquid escaped me for the first time. He kept going and smiled at me because he knew how much I loved the sounds of a wet gushing pussy. I could feel the splashes hitting other parts of my body. I could feel the wet patch underneath me. I could feel him rubbing my own wetness all over my inner thighs. I could see wet lines dripping down my stockings. I moaned in pleasure feeling absolutely spent. My body collapsed into him. He whispered “good girl” in my ear and enveloped me in his arms while wrapping a blanket around me. This man was special and I was about to learn just how much. The next few days were a blur that maybe I’ll share one day.