So originally I thought this would be a super quick, fun update about my sexual relationship with a married man and the kinky stuff we usually get up to:forced orgasms, fucking machines, the works. However, things got a little out of control during a sex marathon we planned to pass the bitter cold today. My head is still spinning with thoughts about what it means. My body is less confused. I’ve been alternating between enjoying the memory and burning up in shame, so hopefully this will help me work through my thoughts.
By this time Sam and I have had our arrangement for nearly three years. My parents ask why I never seem to have a long-lasting relationship with the good, solid Asian boys they “introduce” me to. In truth, it’s because after our dates, I rush as soon as possible to Sam’s apartment to let him take me apart like I really need. On his part, his wife knows that he’s seeing SOMEBODY, but as long as he keeps up appearances for his family’s sake, she actually prefers to know less. She’d probably be accepting if she knew he was tying up a girl young enough to be his daughter several times a week to be machine-fucked and deep throat him, but I’m grateful she doesn’t ask too many questions.
Especially since a few hours ago, Sam fucked me bare for the first time.
I just…he just has this way of getting me to go along with things I’d never even imagined before. He’d been dropping hints that he wanted to penetrate me for real for months. I refused again and again, but after getting a promotion and convincing my parents that I should switch to my company’s more generous health plan, I quietly got myself on birth control. It wasn’t like I didn’t see the appeal: when we were both kissing each other naked on his bed, a mechanical cock cleaving into my pussy, it was exciting to imagine that Sam himself was driving into my warm cunt and making me shudder in orgasm. I’d been penetrated by his tongue, his fingers, and I was sure I’d love his cock too. But I was afraid that this would be giving too much of myself to him, and even more that I would somehow get pregnant.
Still, I thought that with birth control pills and a condom and Plan B I would be safe. Early this morning, I prepared to go to the hotel room address Sam texted me, cautiously telling myself I MIGHT let him fuck me for real if he asked. Confessing to a bunch of strangers on the internet about my misadventures made me more adventurous I guess! However, a pipe had burst in the part of the hotel he was staying due to the frigid cold, cancelling the conference event he was supposed to be attending. So Sam requested that I meet him at his apartment instead, another eight stops further. First sign that today was going to be unexpected.
Honestly, I don’t remember too much about the folding chair Sam had bore a large hole into, so I could sit on it with my legs spread open as a powerful motor-powered dildo thrust into me over and over from below. Or the ceiling hook he installed above his bed, so I could slip my handcuffs over it and pull and thrash futilely while bouncing on the sybian. I came quickly and frequently, and let Sam hear it.
Eventually, as I’d reluctantly hoped, he helped me off the sybian early. Usually Sam waited until I was almost unconscious from the pleasure, but this time he removed me after I’d only been coming for twenty minutes, not overwhelmed but extremely orgasmic from stimulation.
“Fuck, your pussy looks so ripe,” he whispered, tucking two fingers inside and starting to tap my G spot with pinpoint accuracy. I bucked and squeezed around his fingers, whining at the intense stimulation.
“Gonna squirt if you do that,” I panted.
Sam grinned and began fingerfucking me in earnest. My head fell back and I began to moan in pleasure, hips moving to meet his thrusts helplessly. “How are you still so tight?” he marveled. “You’ve been getting dicked down like three times a week.”
It was true. Sam had primed my body to be multi-orgasmic, and his training had gotten me addicted to being fucked, as promised.
Face burning, I reached back to palm the stiff outline of his cock in response. Sam paused. After a long moment, he said, “We need a condom.”
Relief filled my system as he took charge. I pulled a condom from the handful I’d stuffed into my coat. Sam made me roll it, hands trembling, down on his cock. Then he turned me onto my stomach, placed a hand low on my spine, and very casually sank into my body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7omzpb/mf_got_carried_away_and_let_myself_get_barebacked
(part 2)
It was more proof of how completely he’d mastered my body.”Oh shit,” I cried as Sam’s cock fucked in and in and in through my clenching walls. “Oh no, oh my god.” Part of it was in disbelief as I fully realized that Sam had finally broken this last barrier between us. His cock was buried in my pussy and I was throbbing around him – there was no possibility of pretending there was any more distance in what we did anymore. But a large part of it was also my lizard brain enjoying how Sam sucked in a breath and began to pound me into the mattress, just using my body for his pleasure, hands gripping my hips and holding me in place for him as I cried and gulped down air.
“Does it feel good?” I asked dazedly, trying not to come yet and relishing the concussive thud of our bodies and the slap of his balls against my vulva.
“It feels amazing,” Sam panted, “I haven’t fucked a woman in years. I didn’t know it would feel so good.”
Feeling inspired, I tried to make it better for him and started squeezing my internal muscles in time with his thrusts, so that my walls clutched at Sam’s cockhead every time he stroked out. “Jesus fucking christ,” I remember Sam cursing as he shoved back in HARD, which jolted my wrung-out G spot back to life and made me tighten up around him again, setting us on a feedback loop. At one point, I saw a reflection of us in Sam’s much-loved door mirror, and realized what made this different from getting fucked by a machine: getting to see this older, incredibly dominant man with his face tight from pleasure as he took what he needed from my body. The way he slapped my ass to make me move my hips faster, tilt them up to take him deeper. The way he whispered in my ear how I’d come such a long way from the nervous virgin in his lap, and how Sam would always be the first to know how I felt split open around a real man’s cock.
How did I get here? It felt like we’d crossed a terrible line but also like a natural progression. Like this was where I should end up, servicing Sam on my hands and knees and feeling an orgasm claw its way from my sopping wet pussy to my fingers and toes as I groaned and thanked him.
All things considered, I felt I was sufficiently overwhelmed enough during the whole experience to excuse the part where I whimpered, “breed me daddy” in a daze and came from Sam’s fingers on my clit and his cock bumping around my cervix.
Sam was nice about it. He laughed it off, came into the condom, and made me eat some leftover Chinese food before dragging me into the shower, where he pumped me full of orgasm again with a dildo. Mentally and physically wrung out, I fell asleep waiting for him to continue our sex marathon on the bed.
I woke up a few hours later, embarrassed and ready to go back to my place – maybe self-flagellate for getting so carried away in the heat of the monent. This was how it always was with Sam – I’d feel amazing in the moment, then shy or disbelieving at myself afterwards, so I’d seek him out again for relief. It was freezing outside though, like dangerous enough that weather forecasters were warning people not to leave their homes if possible. Sam convinced me to wait just a little longer.
“We could go for round two,” he said playfully.
Dear lord you have a way with words.. if you’re in the slightest doubt about whether what you write is incredibly readable and incredibly hot, let me put your mind at rest: this is fantastic stuff (and impregnation really isn’t my kink.. but your writing’s so damn fun)!
While in no way trying to fish for pictures, could you paint us something of a picture with words of how you and Sam look (or an idealised version of the two of you that you’d like us to imagine)? Is he much taller than you? Or are there any videos you’ve enjoyed (as you did mention enjoying them!) that you could point to and say “something like this”?
Smh
Very hot! thanks for sharing.
Amazing writing! This reads like a book in the making.
https://www.reddit.com/r/mildlyinteresting/comments/7ooih3/a_pipe_burst_in_this_chicago_high_rise_due_to/?st=JC4S3PC0&sh=27335431 saw this just before this post. Wouldn’t happen to be the same hotel would it??
You should feel absolutely zero shame from what you did with Sam. You’re a consenting adult who had a pleasurable experience with another consenting adult. I get our society pushes sex shame down our throats, but please keep telling yourself that you shouldn’t feel shame because you really shouldn’t.
Amazing story btw, can’t wait to hear more.
I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner. I’m surprised by how patient Sam is. He could have gotten to this point with you way sooner.
I’m amazed at how much you shackle yourself as well. Sex has always been an open thing for me. It’s just not that big of a deal.
I won’t lie at some points I wanted to just stop reading because it’s very aggravating to read about your mindset about all this.
Here you are getting fucked to belligerence bi weekly for years and you’re still hesitant to take a dick of someone you’ve been extremely sexually active with.
It hurts me. It really does.
But it’s been really exciting to read so kudos I guess
My GOD, woman! I just went back and read all of your posts, and I have fallen in love.
I am head over heels in love with your writing. It is passionate, descriptive, and incredibly hot.
Thank you for writing. I look forward to you writing many, many more posts in the future.
EDIT: Lol, downvoted for complimenting someone’s writing? Ok, reddit.
Love the stories and you’re a really good writer. Can’t help but feel that your parents would have been more accepting if you had brought home a normal guy instead of losing your virginity to a cheating married Craigslist hookup that you may even end up developing feelings for.
Bareback is great but wait till you are unprotected with someone you love and want a child with is beyond amazing how much closer you feel and what a difference it makes for the love making.