We met online a few years ago. His name was Chris and he lived halfway across the world, but that didn’t stop us from quickly establishing a sexual relationship. It started out just telling each other our kinks and fantasies, which turned into telling each other what we’d do to them if we met in person. He’s a Dom and I’m a sub, and he would often tell me to go the day without underwear, or make me film myself masturbating for him. I loved it. If we had the time we would Skype each other, him telling me how to pleasure myself, and me getting off to the fact that he enjoyed watching me. He was my master, and I was his slut.
I recently had the opportunity to visit the city where he lived, and we made plans to book a hotel for one night. He was meeting me at the airport, and I wasn’t wearing any underwear on the flight as per his request. Surprisingly, we managed to wait until we got to the hotel before our hands were all over each other, but when we started, it was extremely difficult to stop.
I needed to have a shower after my flight, and of course he joined. Even though we’d both seen the other naked before, I felt nervous and exhilarated seeing him in real life. We got in the shower, kissing gently and caressing each other. Our hands wandered lower, and suddenly his fingers were on my clit, my hand around his cock. I hadn’t masturbated at all for two days, and I could feel myself getting close quickly, so I suggested we move to the bed. As soon as I lay down, he was on top of me, biting my neck and boobs. His hands found my clit again and he started rubbing it harder than before, occasionally dipping into my dripping wet pussy.
“Do you want me to make you cum?” He said.
“Yes please,” I gasped. He leaned closer.
“Do you want me to make you squirt?”
“Yes.”
Three months before, via Skype, he discovered a sure-fire way to make me squirt. He easily slipped two fingers into my wet pussy, while his other hand crept up my chest to grip around my neck. As his fingers got faster, his hand got tighter, and in no time at all I cried out, drenching us both in my cum. I felt satisfied, but he wasn’t. He allowed me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then immediately resumed his pace from before. In less than a minute, I’d squirted again. I opened my eyes, and looked at him.
“You need to fuck me.”
I spread my legs wide and he moved between them. I grabbed his cock and lined it up with my soaking wet pussy. He pushed the tip in, then stopped. I moved my hips, trying to get him in further, but he shook his head and grinned. I grabbed his ass, and he pushed in a little bit more. I was thrusting my hips up into him now, trying desperately to feel him fill me. He pushed in some more, and then without warning, thrust the rest of his thick cock hard into me. He fucked me hard and fast, and I didn’t even try to cover up my loud squeals and moans. He choked me while he fucked me, and I squirted for a third time onto his cock. After about 10 minutes of hard pounding, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. I knew what that meant.
I moved so I was straddling him, and started kissing my way down his body. When I reached his cock, I sucked on his balls gently, then licked from there to the head. I took him in my mouth and started bobbing up and down, getting lower and lower each time. Where my mouth couldn’t reach, I used my hand to jerk him. I could taste my cum on his dick, and that made me suck even harder. A few times I even tried to deepthroat, but I’m out of practice and could only go so far without choking. Eventually my jaw grew tired, and he told me I could stop, as he wasn’t going to cum soon. At that point it was 10pm and I hadn’t eaten since midday, so we decided to get some dinner. Before we dressed, I put a towel down on the bed, and as I was doing it I felt him come up behind me. His hands pushed me forwards so I was bent over the bed, ass in the air. In on motion he thrust into me, holding my hips and pounding me for a few minutes while all I could do was just lie there and take it. He pulled out.
“Okay, now we can go.”
During dinner we chatted and flirted as if that night wasn’t the first time we’d ever met in person. We each had a drink at dinner, then went to a wine bar, where I had one glass of wine and he had two. I’m definitely a bit of a lightweight, and wine always goes straight to my head. I’m also a horny drunk, so by the time I’d finished my wine I was very eager to go again. We got in a cab, and he pulled me close and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. His hand drifted, and had soon slipped into my shirt, caressing my boob. I stroked my hand up the inside of his thigh, getting higher and higher until I could squeeze his swelling dick over his jeans. When we arrived back at the hotel, as soon as we entered the elevator we were all over each other, tongues in mouths and hands on asses. All too soon the elevator stopped, and we all but ran to our hotel room.
Now, to say I can remember everything that followed in the exact order that it happened would be a lie. From here it was basically just a haze of sex and pleasure, but I’ll do the best I can to recount what happened.
He started by telling me to strip to my underwear and kneel with hands behind my back, mouth open, eyes closed. I obeyed immediately. I’d brought handcuffs and a blindfold, and I felt him put them on me. I was nervous, but I could feel my pussy dripping with anticipation. Suddenly, I felt a hand strike across my boobs. I jumped, but didn’t make a noise.
“What do you say?” He said.
“Thank you?” I replied. Smack.
“‘Thank you’ what?”
“Thank you sir.”
“Good girl.”
I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and tongue, and I opened my mouth wider to accept it. This time he was the one in control, holding my head and pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. After a few minutes he stopped, and disconnected my cuffs so that they were still on my wrists, but I could move my hands freely.
“Stand up and take your underwear off.” I did so. He said he was very impressed with the “big wet mark” that was visible on them.
Without warning, he turned me around, and pushed me backwards onto the bed. He then pulled me so my head was hanging upside down off the edge of the bed.
“Have you ever been throat fucked before?” He asked.
“Yes sir. But only once.”
“That’s about to change.”
Slowly, he pushed his cock back into my mouth. With gentle little thrusts, that gradually got more forceful, I felt his cock hitting the back of my throat. I coughed, but kept his cock in my mouth.
“Good girl.” He pushed a little further. This time I had to move my head as I gagged. We continued this for a short while, with him going a tiny bit deeper each time he tried to push in. Eventually he couldn’t go any further without me choking completely, and he let me sit up and remove the blindfold.
After a short break, he told me to lie down.
“You did well, slut, so I’m going to reward you. But remember, you can only cum if I say so.”
He started kissing me, then moved down me, paying close attention to my nipples and boobs. He bit and sucked until he was satisfied that it would leave a mark. Then he went further, kissing my clit ever so softly. I moaned, it felt like my whole body was on fire. He gently licked my pussy, then more firmly focusing on my clit. As he did this his fingers teased the entrance to my pussy. I moved my hips, hoping to get them closer. He teased me a bit longer, then slid them in, making me gasp in surprise. I was beginning to get close, and he could tell, because as soon as my moans became more high pitched, he stopped everything.
“Not yet, slut.” He sat up and retrieved the blindfold, putting it back on me. He told me to lie on my stomach, and when I did so he clipped the cuffs back together. Something that felt like a finger pressed into my pussy. It started vibrating, and I realised it was the bullet vibe I’d also brought with me. He inserted it all the way into me.
“Don’t cum.”
It was agony lying there, being so close to orgasm but not able to reach it, and with no idea what he had next in store for me. I felt the bed dip when he returned, and something fabric brushed against my bare ass. He removed the vibrator as he spoke.
“You teased me in the taxi, slut. What do you think is a fair punishment? Three spanks?”
“Yes sir,” I gasped.
“Would you like them on your cunt or ass?”
“My ass please sir.” WHACK. He used my scarf to spank me, and I counted each spank like a good girl. He didn’t aim well on the third, and so I got an extra slap on each cheek from his hand.
“Thank you sir.”
“Good girl.”
At that, he mounted me and thrust his cock into my pussy. He held my hips and fucked me hard, and I could tell he was doing it purely for his own pleasure. He didn’t care about making me cum, he was using me as his personal fuck toy. Despite this, I could feel myself close to cumming, and I moaned under him.
“Can I cum please sir?” I asked desperately.
“No.” He kept fucking me. I whined.
“Please sir?”
“Beg.”
“Please sir, please can I cum oh god please.” I was biting my lips, using every ounce of self control I had to stop myself from orgasming.
“Cum.”
I screamed in pleasure as I felt my pussy squeeze around his cock and goosebumps rippled over my skin. His pace had slowed after my orgasm, and as I lay there panting, he lent down to my ear.
“Now I’m going to fuck you like the slut you are.”
He got up so he was kneeling, and pulled my hips up into doggy, with my hands still behind my back. He wrapped the scarf around my neck, and pushed his cock back into me. His pace started out steady, and gradually picked up speed as he pulled the scarf tighter around me. All I could focus on was his cock pounding me, as I struggled to bring enough air into my lungs. I wanted to keep going, the pleasure was so good, but I knew if I didn’t ask him to stop soon I would pass out. Tears were pooling in my eyes as I managed to choke out the word “stop”, and thankfully he released me.
We agreed that that would be enough for the time being, and got ourselves ready for sleep. It only lasted half an hour. As we were cuddling, he started gently playing with my pussy, and it wasn’t long before I reached for his cock. We’d tangled our legs together, with his free hand he’d grabbed both of my wrists and held them above my head as his fingering grew more forceful.
“Do you think you can get out?” Asked Chris. I tried to pull away.
“No.”
“Good.”
Because of the position we ended up in, his cock was pressed against my pussy, and he started rubbing himself against me. We’d talked before about safewords, and agreed that while “stop” was a definite, “no” and “don’t” were fair game. Due to my restrained position, I decided I wanted to try and play with it. As he rubbed his hard dick against me, I squirmed and tried to get away.
“No, don’t, please.” I whined. He paused and looked at me.
“Are you playing?” I nodded, and he pulled me in closer.
“You’re mine now, I can do whatever I want to you,” he said.
“Please don’t, I don’t want to. I have to be a good girl.”
“Doing this will make you a very good girl.”
“I’ve never done this before. I don’t want you to, please.” He continued rubbing his cock on my pussy.
“Don’t want me to do what?”
“To…to fu…to fuck me.”
“I don’t care.” And at that, Chris slid his cock into me. My character was wavering as he began fucking me, the angle was incredible and it was just too difficult to focus. My pleading turned to moans of pleasure as he thrust in and out of me.
“Look at that, look how much you enjoy it. You slut.” I had been close to cumming, and as soon as he said the word “slut”, I came instantly.
After that we really did go to sleep, with the promise of morning head and more sex when we woke up. I made good on my promise, ducking under the covers and sucking him slowly as he woke up. When my jaw began to hurt, I stopped and looked at him.
“Can I show you how good I am at riding?”
He laughed. “Sure.”
I moved up to straddle his hips, positioned his cock at my entrance, and slid down onto him. I started slow, grinding myself on his cock. My movements soon got bigger, more frantic, and it wasn’t long before I was fucking myself on him. I lent back, putting my hands on his knees to balance myself, and he rubbed my clit while I thrust my hips. That combination made me cum quickly, but I still wasn’t satisfied. I put my hands on his chest, and bounced as hard as I could, and in less than a minute I came again. Chris pulled my face down to kiss him.
“My turn.” He said.
He pushed me off, and got me to lie on my stomach again. He lay on top and thrust his cock into me. His pace was hard and fast, fucking me like he had the night before. My body was just a toy for him to cum in, and it wasn’t long before he was doing that. He thrust deep into me, and I could feel his cock pulse as he filled my pussy with his warm cum.
We cleaned up, went out for breakfast, and then said our goodbyes. Unfortunately due to personal circumstances we will be unable to continue with the sexual part of our relationship, but we’re still good friends, and we’ll still keep in contact with each other. That night was an excellent climax to release all the sexual tension that had built over the years (pun intended), and I’ll never forget it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5lu1x8/my_online_master_finally_got_to_fuck_his_slut_fm