A Man Ultimately Dominated His Vanilla Lover With a Golden Shower

It was only their second date.

Carlos was tall, slim, had broad shoulders and a handsome dark face typical of a southern type of beauty. He was wearing black pants and a red shirt. His eyes were dark and lined with thick black lashes, and his girlfriend often found his gaze captivating. Add to that his deep, velvety voice with a strong Spanish accent and natural dominance, and few women who became the object of his interest decided to resist.

Bianca had no intention of doing so. Physically, she was the exact opposite of Carlos, a delicate, petite blonde. Her blue eyes were so light that she seemed vulnerable, even though Bianca knew exactly what she wanted. And today, it was certain that she would spend a charming, romantic evening with her Spanish boyfriend and allow him an intimate kiss at the end.

The age difference between them was twelve years, which was exactly how much younger the woman was. It seemed to suit them both.

At seven in the evening, Carlos picked up his Snow White at her home and behaved like a perfect gentleman to his lady. When he gently took her hand and brought her fingers to his lips to kiss them tenderly, she trembled with excitement. He was simply amazing.

He took her to an Asian bistro for dinner, where they watched the Japanese chef slice fish right in front of them. Even though the dining experience was accompanied by an amazing show, the two had eyes only for each other. She wore a cream-white dress with purple trim for the occasion and left her thick, long blonde hair down. She had perfect fair skin, so she didn’t bother with makeup and only applied a light gloss to her lips. She was perfect. She was magical.

She was his alone.

When they left the restaurant, the spring night was pleasantly warm and inviting for a walk. Carlos took Bianca by the hand and they walked along the river under a sky full of stars. When they stopped to admire a pair of ducks with their ducklings on the shore, he pulled her close, buried his face in her hair, which smelled of honey and vanilla, then found her lips and kissed her gently.

She was completely enchanted. She liked that he respected the boundaries she had set for him without words. His hands touched her skin gently and were not impatient, let alone cheaply frivolous. She pressed herself closer to him, trusting him, and he had no intention of betraying her trust.

As the night progressed, he took her home in a taxi. He held her hands more firmly as he pulled her close, and she let him. She longed to give him more, but she didn’t want to lose him. She was afraid of not giving him what he wanted. She was even more afraid of giving him everything right away. Their night together was over, and he gently grabbed her hips and pulled her close. She offered him her lips, but he did not take them. He gently hooked the strands of hair falling into her face behind her ears, then lifted her chin with his fingers. Her face now looked up at him, perfect, surrendered.

He smiled at her.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear.

“When you’re ready, darling. I’m in no hurry.”

He kissed her on the cheek, then lifted her hand to his lips again, waited until her gaze was locked with his, and she didn’t even blink as he transferred the heat of his lips to her fingers.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Carlos smiled.

“Are you sure? I’m running away, I’m here just for you,” he objected. His deep voice had that velvety tone she loved. She nodded. This time she took his hand, turned around, and led him up the stairs of her house. In the hallway, he unzipped her dress, pulled down her shoulders, and placed his hands on her firm, soft breasts. He felt her gently sway with pleasure in his arms. He pressed closer, letting her feel the hardness of his cock, his readiness, his devotion.

Her bedroom was right behind the front door. He made her feel his physical superiority, laid her on her back on the bed, took off her dress and then her lace thong. She now lay naked before him, offered, subjugated. Happy. He remained clothed.

He lay on top of her, she was beneath him, naked, she belonged only to him. Whatever he wanted, all he had to do was ask. Whatever he needed, all he had to do was take it.

First, he took her mouth. Completely and utterly. His tongue tasted hers; she smelled of citrus, which was the main ingredient of a Japanese dessert. He felt her hand find his erection in his pants, felt her grip.

“No,” he didn’t let her, he took her hand and lay on top of her so she couldn’t reach him. She didn’t protest. His lips then played with her nipples, which stiffened completely in his mouth. They were eager, longing for him to take control of them. And so he did.

As soon as his tongue reached her belly, the scent of her femininity welcomed him pleasantly into his nostrils. He felt her readiness, her desire.

“Not yet,” he whispered, and she purred discontentedly. She didn’t protest.

He got up and opened her wardrobe. He searched for a moment, then found what he was looking for. He took a belt out of a red velvet dress and walked over to her with the red belt. She watched him, curious. A little uncertain. But she still trusted him, and that was good.

He gently took her hands and turned her over. She was now lying face down, her beautiful, round, firm buttocks puckered just for him. He took her wrists and tied them behind her back with red velvet. She hissed softly in pain as he tightened the knot.

He ran his hand over the curve of her buttocks and smiled. She spread her thighs in front of him, inviting him in. She was completely shaved, smooth, fragrant, and wet. He traced his finger around her vagina, and she responded. She guided him, trying to impale herself on his two fingers.

“Soon,” he whispered.

He now picked up a black leather belt, which he had also taken out of the closet earlier. He gently slapped her bottom, which jiggled, she cried out, and her legs spread even further apart.

“Please,” she purred obediently.

Not yet, she hadn’t earned it yet. He let the belt fall on her bottom again, this time choosing her left cheek. He was stricter, firmer, and where the black leather touched hers, a red stripe remained. Tied with her hands behind her back, helpless, exposed, naked, wet, she moaned with pleasure and pain. She herself was probably unable to distinguish between the two.

He marked her buttocks again with a red stripe of pleasurable pain, and she squirmed beneath him. She didn’t dare beg any more, and thus earned her reward. She expected another blow with the belt, but instead, two fingers of his left hand entered her vagina. She was wonderfully slippery and contracted around his fingers, wriggling her pert bottom to get his fingers as deep as possible, and he had to smile. He didn’t hold it against her and didn’t intend to punish her for it.

He took his fingers out, and she didn’t like it. She protested, but he cut off her inappropriate words. This time, the blow to her ass was hard, and she screamed in agony. She understood. She accepted her role. She spread her legs as far as possible, offering herself, compliant, but she understood that it was up to him when they would unite, when he would take her completely and totally.

He put down his belt, unzipped his pants, his hard penis popped out like a jack-in-the-box, he aimed it at her wet pussy and slowly penetrated her.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

“Quiet,” he admonished her. He was already thrusting into her, she was wet and tight. Her lips wrapped beautifully around his cock, they were made for each other. She was made for him.

He grabbed her red belt, which held her wrists together. Helpless, dominated. Submissive and eager. His penis slid inside her, thrusting hard, and she met him with her hips.

“Yes, oh yes,” she sighed, and he slapped her butt lightly as punishment. She fell silent, only her moans stretching into screams, which were more intense, higher in tone. Her juices were now flowing freely as she pulled him completely inside her, her vagina gripping his hard cock, writhing beneath him in the long, wonderful agony of climax.

He allowed her to do it. He gave it to her.

She relaxed. Bianca was now supple, docile as a puppy.

He pulled away from her. His erection was wet with her slippery feminine juices.

“Go to the bathroom,” he ordered her. She obediently rolled over and tried to get up with her hands behind her back, while he headed for the kitchen. He immediately found what he had come for in the refrigerator and followed her to the bedroom.

Carlos found her in the spacious bathroom, standing there naked, turned away from him. She was waiting.

“Kneel down,” he said gently, and she obeyed. He now stood above her, his large hard penis at eye level, spraying whipped cream on her breasts and stomach. He covered her completely, even spraying her face. He spread the white cream over her body with his hands, then joined his penis. She obediently opened her mouth and licked the sweet white cream from his glans.

“Good girl,” he praised her and, as a reward, thrust hard, feeling her throat tighten around him and giving her several waves of semen.

When he pulled his cock out of her hungry mouth, she smiled at him. Her face turned up toward him, she looked up at him, she was his and deserved to be marked by him. He signed her.

He stepped away from her, she clearly had no idea what to expect. Her face, breasts, and stomach were still covered with a thick layer of drying whipped cream.

Carlos took his limp penis in his hand. He aimed at her breasts and felt the warm yellow stream from his body hitting hers. There was surprise in her eyes, she opened her mouth slightly, but he wasn’t aiming for it. He drew a heart in the white snow of her breasts with a warm golden rain.

It was captivating, his Snow White was now his alone. He could see it in her eyes, how they softened, how the impact of his urine on her white body was a powerful experience for her too.

The intensity of intimacy connected them more than if he had tied her to his body with a red strip of cloth. When the last yellow drop left his penis, she smiled at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

It’s my turn to receive — you’re the ultimate giver!