The hopeful lovers on the Critic Blind Date are provided with a meal and a bar tab, thanks to Ombrellos and Cello.

If you’re looking for love and want to give the Blind Date a go, email critic@critic.co.nz

Princess

I’m not going to bother talking about boring shit like what I predrank at the flat or what we ordered. As soon as he walked in, I knew he would be Daddy. He had broad shoulders and piercing blue eyes that conveyed utter control. After some sexual tension and banter about roleplay, during which we were clearly sizing each other up for potential kink factor, we left. His place was only a couple of blocks away and as he led me upstairs by the hand, his grip tightened and I knew he would be in control. We were barely in his bedroom before he had placed his hand gently around my throat, leaning me against the wall. “What kind of girl are you going to be?” he murmured in my ear.

“A good one” I implored, gazing at him with wide eyes. As if he didn’t already know.

“Good” he growled, taking off my dress with ease. Snaking his hand up my back, he grabbed a firm handful of my hair, kissing me deeply while his other hand found my pussy. After working me into a frenzy with his fingers, he suddenly stopped. “I want to spank you like the naughty girl I know you are,” he said silkily. Retreating across the room, he patted his bed. “Here, princess.” Eagerly I lay across his bed face down, waiting for the discipline that I so longed for. His first smack was surprisingly soft, but that didn’t last long. As the stinging grew more intense, I could feel the heat radiating off my skin. He moaned as he rubbed my ass. “It makes Daddy so fucking hard to spank his little girl. You want to make Daddy happy, don’t you?”

“Yes Daddy!” I squealed as his hand pelted down. After a few more spanks, we couldn’t take it anymore. As he lifted my hips I could feel his cock rigid against my thighs. It was huge and firm, like his hands, and wet with precum. Teasing me with the head of it, he asked, “have you been a good girl?” 

“Yes Daddy!” I whimpered as he drove his cock into me. He smacked my raw ass cheek and moaned “ohhhh yes … good girl.” As he fucked me harder and faster, my thighs started trembling, which didn’t escape his notice. “That’s it princess. Come for Daddy” he murmured.

This drove me over the edge and I collapsed, allowing him to lean forward, impaling me with his cock as he came too.

Needless to say, it was a good night.

Daddy

I was pretty nervous as the boys had stitched me up and convinced me to go on the Critic Blind Date so we all drank a bunch of Diesels at home for some liquid courage. I’m not really that bad with girls but it still makes me nervous to meet someone new. After getting a bit tipsy, I rocked up for the date. There was one girl there on her own and it turned out to be my date. She was pretty cute, with big brown eyes and bright red lipstick. We spent most of the bar tab on booze (wine for her, beer for me) and had some awesome banter. I was surprised to learn that she studied geography, because she seemed quite smart, smart enough that she could have done geology. After a few drinks, the conversation started turning a bit dirtier and we ended up talking about kinkiness. I am definitely a closet kinkster and was shocked to learn that this fairly basic-looking girl was also into some pretty intense stuff. I hadn’t been expecting to meet someone like this on the Blind Date so it was a pretty awesome surprise. It even started looking like she was quite keen to walk the talk, if you catch my drift.

Anyway, a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell so I’ll just say thanks Critic for a fun night ;)