Dinner was an interesting experience. M seemed to delight in turning the vibrator on when the restaurant was quiet, just to hear me gasp. The contrast between our fairly normal conversation and the occasional pointed question on how I was feeling kept me on edge, his power over me growing each time the small toy came to life inside me. After we had finished eating he turned the toy on and left it on its highest setting, indicating that it was time to leave.
I walked the full length of the restaurant with the toy still on high, almost sure someone would know from the way I walked or the blush on my cheeks. I kept my head high, hiding how I felt from anyone who may look over. The truth was I was soaked, turned on hugely and eager for more. Once again we kissed in the lift with M casually sliding his hands across my ass in a way that made me squirm. He had me exactly where he wanted me and we both knew it.
He stayed close to me as we made our way back to the room, urging me forward until at last we were alone. He wasted no time in telling me what he wanted and without hesitation I complied. Knelt on the bed, face down, underwear removed, I waited for him. Firstly lifting my dress to expose my ass and pussy, he left me without any indication of what to expect next.
M didn’t rush in preparing, leaving me knelt, the toy still maddening and exciting. He used bondage tape to tie my wrists to my ankles, making sure I couldn’t wriggle away before fetching one of the other toys I had brought with me. A curved glass dildo, bulbed on one end. One of my favourites, it was perfectly shaped for both g spot and anal play.
The latter was what M had chosen. Initially using a finger to spread lube across my skin, then probing inside as I moaned at the deliciousness of the intrusion. Once I had adjusted to that I felt the cold press of the glass against my hole, before he slid it into me. The toy pressed against the one already in my pussy, drawing more noise out of me, whimpering and gasping for him as he toyed with me.
He moved away and undressed. My excitement of what I hoped was to come as almost unbearable, wetness from my pussy had already dripped down, trailing liquid down my ankles as I waited for him. Once again, he made me ask for him to fuck me, words I was all too happy to say. Rewarded once again for my obedience, slowly but surely he sank his cock into my ass, only stopping once he was fully inside me.
The feeling of fullness, the pressure of his cock and the toy (still buzzing away) inside me was almost painful but even more pleasurable for it. Pinned to the mattress by his weight and by the uncomfortable position I had no escape from the sensation. Though his initial thrusts had been slow and steady, M soon sped up, his hand reaching for my hair once again as he pounded into me.
I took it with gasps of pleasure, the toy in my pussy and the heat of him inside me providing enough balance to the pain of him using me roughly. As the intensity increased he freed my hands with a rough pull on the tape, pushing me forward so I was flat on the bed, still face down. Straddling my hips, he thrust even deeper inside me and I cried out, the sudden flare of pain shocking.
M ignored the noise I made despite their increasing volume as he went harder, using my body for his own pleasure with little mind to mine. I didn’t try and escape, didn’t try and stop him, but let him take what he wanted from me and I loved every second. I focused on his movements, keeping myself open for him, until he was finished.
Withdrawing, and standing next to the bed he ordered me to kneel. Scrambling, I complied. I knelt at his feet as he stroked his cock inches from my face. Darting my tongue out to taste him, I showed, rather than told him, how much I wanted his cock inside my mouth. With a hand in my hair he guided me forward his cock filling my mouth only moments before his cum filled my throat. I swallowed out of reflex, sucking softly as his cum flooded across my tongue. As his grip on my hair relaxed I moved back, licking across the head of his cock to ensure I had every drop
Easing away, I couldn’t help but smile as I thanked him. Thighs trembling slightly I got to my feet, laughing as at last he turned off the vibrator. Once we had cleaned up (At this point I was wet enough that my thighs were coated, as well at the trickles on my ankles from kneeling earlier), we climbed into bed together, touching and kissing as we got ready to sleep.
The next morning, I woke early with M still sleeping beside me. He was laid on his side, with his back to me and I spooned up against his back carefully so I didn’t wake him. Reaching my hand around his waist, I slipped my hand into his waistband, smiling to myself as I found his cock already hard. Gradually I moved back, easing him onto his back, stroking his cock softly all the time.
Once he was laid on his back I waited, listening to the deep even pace of his breathing. We had discussed my waking him, but I still felt a bit unsure. Not everyone is a morning person! Deciding to press ahead, slowly I eased my way down the bed and pushed down his waistband, his cock springing free.
I took his cock in my mouth, sucking softly. I kept my pace slow and soft, listening all the while for signs of him waking up. Maybe 30 seconds later he moved a hand to my head, moaning softly and sleepily as he stroked his fingers through my hair. Once he was fully awake his grip tightened and he pushed me deeper, controlling the depth and pace to exactly how he wanted it.
He let me continue for a few more minutes before pulling me back up the bed towards him. I finally said good morning, happy that he was okay with being woken up by my mouth. We laid together, lazily chatting as he woke up properly. His arm was around my neck and I was happily cuddled up to him when he shifted me suddenly. I didn’t fight as he wrapped an arm around my throat, his chest pressed against my back. Instinctively I reached for his wrist as he increased the pressure, not enough to cut off my air supply but enough that I knew he could if he wanted.
M took the opportunity to explain to me how helpless I was at that moment, that I couldn’t get away from him. Pressing his still hard cock against me, he reminded me that up until now we had used condoms, but right now if he didn’t want to then I couldn’t stop him. I wouldn’t be able to stop him fucking me with nothing between us, wouldn’t be able to stop him filling me with cum.
Panicked by the thought, I gripped his arm tightly, squirming slightly but aware that just left me tighter against him. The idea of him filling me with cum, the risk that entailed, it being done without my consent…I was terrified. But also incredibly turned on. My head said one thing, but I wanted it, I wanted him to use me and fill me and make me his.
His voice was low and soft against my ear as he threatened and teased, my body tense and my mind racing. He reminded me that he wouldn’t do that, would not break the boundaries that we had agreed on, that he would not abuse the power he had over me. I trusted him but was excited by my predicament, and he knew it. With a final squeeze across my neck he let me go with an instruction to get up and fetch a condom. Relief and regret flooded my body and I stumbled back to the bed and rolled a condom onto his cock with trembling hands.
M laid back and pulled me onto him, easily sliding inside my soaking wet pussy. Sitting back so he could watch me move, I rode him, knowing he was watching and enjoying the build up pleasure on my face and in my movements. As I got close, my body starting to tightening and my breath coming in short gasps he moved me, pulling me to the edge of the bed with my knees up so he could fuck me hard and deep. His hand at my throat and his cock painfully deep, he fucked me until I came for him, crying out loudly as the pleasure overcame me. Once I was finished M pulled me to my knees at the side of the bed, his guiding hand tipping my head back as the other quickly removed the condom and began to stroke his cock. For the second time of our time together he filled my mouth with cum and for the second time I swallowed his load and thanked him for giving it to me.
After another of those delicious ‘good girl’ comments, accompanied by softly stroking my face, M went to get showered and I began to prepare for the day ahead. We didn’t have any more time that day, soon having to say our goodbyes, but already I was eager for a next time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/647r3n/mf_the_night_we_met_part_2