[MF] He had a rough day at work, so I let hi[m] [f]uck the shit out of me.

He’d had a frustrating day at work, and I’d been wracking my brain for how to make him feel better. Finally, with only a half hour til he got home, I ordered Insomnia Cookies and wandered into my closet, looking for something black and skimpy.

I settled on a mesh maid’s outfit, with garters, a frilly choker, and a bralette made of practically nothing – just straps and lace – that exposed my pierced nipples. I straightened the skirt so that the edge stayed just above the curve of my butt, then slowly worked my largest silver plug into my ass. (He likes sparkly things.) After fastening a leather collar around my neck under the lace choker, I brushed my black hair into a bun on top of my head, covered up with a bathrobe, and waited for him to come home.

“Hey, baby,” he said as he set down his bag. I noticed him already looking me up and down – from eyes dark with eyeliner and mascara to my long, smooth legs. “You look…cozy.”

“Hi!” I squealed, and ran to give him a hug. “I’m sorry your day was rough. Look, I got you cookies.”

“Did you really? Thank you!” he exclaimed, and dropped the rest of his stuff to embrace me. I felt his warm breath on my neck, and one of his hands wandered down to squeeze my ass – a casual thank you. I breathed him in and, gently tugging back his shirt collar, left a row of breathy kisses along his neck. When I got to his ear, I softly bit the skin behind it, gratified by his sharp intake of breath.

“I have something else to show you,” I whispered, and backed away, untying the bathrobe. His eyes widened as the robe dropped, exposing my C-cup breasts, forever-long legs, and curvy, hourglass figure — wrapped in tiny pieces of black mesh and lace. I pivot on my toes and bend down, lifting my skirt just enough for him to see the sparkle of the plug in my ass.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, and as one we both backed towards the couch, him already shedding clothing. I sat down on the edge of the couch, but he picked me up and pressed me against the wall, then stepped up onto the couch to kiss me.

I started to tug down his underwear and he pushed me down with it, so that I was level with his cock. I gasped a little as it sprang free; he grows so big so fast, and my mouth was watering thinking about it. When I glanced up at him, he had braced his hands on the wall above me and was just watching me, waiting.

I didn’t need another invitation. I swirled my warm tongue around the head, moaning. His cock is perfect. It’s the thickest I’ve ever had, uncut, clean, and just beautiful. I never get tired of sucking it.

I heard him moan above me and went deeper, ensuring he was bumping the back of my throat slightly. I felt one of his hands in my hair, urging me not to stop, and I willingly kept sucking, covering as much of his cock with my mouth as I could. Abruptly there were two hands on the back of my head, and my eyes started to water; he was face-fucking me now, and I started to make noises in the back of my throat — small, choked noises.
It went on, harder and deeper, and I could tell my eyeliner was a smudged and running mess. I was gagging now, one hand cradling his balls and the other gripping his leg tightly. The fear of choking made me want to push him away, but I was so caught up in pleasuring him that I couldn’t make him stop. I forced myself to open my eyes and look up at him, knowing I was a mess, knowing I looked helpless, knowing I felt totally dominated by his cock. He saw my face and immediately thrust deep, and his cock slipped all the way down my throat. My eyes bulged in shock and I choked; he held himself there for an agonizing second before releasing me. I sputtered and coughed, sliding further down the couch, drool and tears all over my face.

“Hey,” he said, and knelt down. I felt him lifting my chin with his finger. I cleared my throat again and forced myself to focus on what he was saying. “You’re such a good girl. Such a perfect slut.”

If I could have swooned, I would have. My face warmed and I was suddenly intensely aware of how wet my pussy was. I wanted him inside me. Badly.

“Can you sit on the couch?” I asked faintly. He nodded, smiling, and helped to pull me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck; I was still breathing hard, and he nuzzled his face into my swelling chest. One hand curled around my back, keeping me close to him, and with the other he reached down to touch me.

“Fuckkkkk, you’re so wet,” he groaned. And I was. I hadn’t realized how much his cock had turned me on until he stroked a finger along the length of my pussy and it came up soaked.

But even that one finger didn’t feel like it would fit inside me right now. The plug was too big. Still, I had to have him in me. I grabbed him with one hand and positioned myself over him, just barely letting the head of his cock push in. Letting go with my hand, I slowly rotated my hips, teasing myself with the promise of cock.

He was sucking on my nipples and both hands had moved to my hips, trying to move me lower and deeper. I wouldn’t let him yet and continued working my hips in small circles, drenching the tip of his cock with my wetness. I couldn’t help moaning – I felt so full and he wasn’t even inside me yet.

Finally I had had too much. I dug my hands into his hair and sat down – not all the way down, but as much as I could stand. The sensation was overwhelming. I could feel the plug pressing against his cock, which was getting harder all the time. I was totally stuffed.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, and buried my head in his neck to lick and kiss and bite him – anything to distract me from completely he filled me and how tight I was. I could feel him grinning now; holding my waist firmly, he started lifting me up and down, thrusting into my soaked pussy.

“FUCK, that feels good,” I moaned into his shoulder, teeth gritted.
“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he said as if in disbelief. I could barely stand how deep he was. Every time he slammed me down on his cock I thought I would burst.

Then suddenly, he flipped me over and we were making out softly, my back buried in the couch. “You’re so perfect, baby,” he whispered, “but I think you forgot something. Do you remember what you forgot?”

I tried to rouse myself from the reverie of kissing him – I love how soft his lips are – to think. When did he…?

Slap. My ass cheek was suddenly aflame with pain. “I told you that when you wear this, you have to wear your ball gag.”

I felt a thrill of terror. I had forgotten. I cried out as he flipped me over again, so that I was on my knees on the couch with my hands on the wall. Smack. “Why aren’t you wearing your ball gag, slut?” he said, voice thick with impatience.

“Fuck!” I whimpered. He slapped me again. My right cheek was on fire.

“Why-” Slap. “Why aren’t you wearing it?” Slap. Slap. Slap!
He continued spanking me, now alternating sides. The slaps got progressively harder, my skin got hotter, and the pain got sharper. Soon I had tears running down my face, but every time I lifted a leg to shy away from a slap, he would push it back down and slap my inner thigh, which hurt even worse.

“Are you going to forget again?” he demanded. Slap.
“No!” I cried.

“I want to hear you say it. Will you ever forget again?” Slap.
“I won’t forget again!” I was yelping from the pain and shivering in anticipation of every slap. I fucking loved it.

He seemed satisfied. “Ten more, I think, slut,” he said, and dealt a particularly stinging blow to my left cheek. “Nine – eight – seven – six – five…”

I couldn’t wait for relief but every touch was heaven. By the time he got to the last spanking I was a quivering mess.

Before I could fully absorb the fact that it was over, he had grabbed my ass – one cheek in each hand – and I felt the head of his cock press against me. I moaned. My skin felt tight and hot so that his hands almost hurt, but more immediate was the worry that he wouldn’t fit — my pussy lips were swollen with need, and I was clenched tightly around the plug.

But he slid in easily, and the sensation was overwhelming. I couldn’t believe how full I felt, how stretched. And he was instantly fucking me hard, digging his fingers into my ass for leverage. I screamed once before he was pushing my face into the couch, and all my sounds were muffled by the cushions. Every thrust rubbed against the plug, opening me a little bit further. I whimpered, speechless. The only sounds I could get out were moans.
When he touched my clit I could have cried. It felt soooo good in combination with my full, throbbing pussy. With one hand he pressed down on my back, and with the other he rubbed my clit in small, tense circles. I could feel the pressure building, circle by circle.

Suddenly the sensation left my clit and I had two hands around my throat. He pounded into me and my pussy squeezed tighter and tighter on his thick, hard cock. My mouth was open and I knew I was drooling, but my face was pressed into the couch cushions and I could not have cared less. All I wanted was more of his hands on me, more pressure on my throat, more cock in my tight, pulsing pussy.

Suddenly I felt relief; my plug popped out abruptly because his cock was so deep in me. I could almost feel him in my stomach. I wanted to scream but his fingers were instantly in my mouth, and I tasted my pussy – sharp, sweet, and intimate. I almost gagged from the combination and he shoved his fingers deeper in response.

Then I felt him tug on the back of my collar, and I lost it. All thought was gone; only touch remained. Four fingers in my mouth, pressing on my tongue; leather rubbing against my neck; fat, hard cock buried so deep in me I wanted to scream (but I had no breath). I had no idea where I was anymore and absolutely no control over my limbs. It was total bliss.

I reflected later that I think this is what “subspace” must feel like. I was thinking about absolutely nothing except how his cock felt. All I wanted was to keep feeling him use me and I didn’t care how.

I came back to myself on the floor, my face covered in drool and tears. He was softly kissing my neck and whispering in my ear to remember to breathe. Abruptly I gasped; breathing was almost painful, but the rest of my body was so warm and limp I barely noticed. His kisses moved down my shoulder to my chest, and he tenderly licked and sucked my breasts before making himself level with my pussy. I moaned as his tongue, warm and wet, circled my swollen clit. I felt like I couldn’t have moved even if I wanted to. Seconds later he was making out with me, and again I tasted myself on him. I moaned into his lips.

That didn’t last long, either. Suddenly he had a fistful of my hair and was pulling me into a sitting position against the couch. I realized what was coming and opened my mouth immediately. I wanted him. “Fucking slut,” he muttered, and thrust his cock into me roughly. I still felt warm all over and totally relaxed; I didn’t lift my hands to stop him or even move my head. I just let him fuck my face, using his grip on my hair to go as deep as he wanted. He immediately slipped deeper than he had before, but I only felt slight stirrings of panic. I didn’t want to gag; I wanted to please him. I relaxed my throat and just let him use me for as long as I could stand.

With a final thrust, he grunted and yanked my head back, away from his cock. As I gasped for breath, he twisted his hand and started pulling me along the hallway towards the bedroom. I still didn’t have full use of my limbs and was forced to crawl behind him, still choking and trying to breathe. It was so degrading – and SO hot.

Once in the bedroom, he pulled me off the floor by my hair and forearm and shoved me onto the bed on my back. “I hope you’re ready for this, slut,” he said, and I noticed he was lubing up his cock. Folding my unresisting legs, he pressed the head of his cock against my asshole. My eyes widened.

“Noo, wait,” I tried to get out, but it was too late. He was already well inside me.

“What’s that, slut?” he asked, cocking his head at me. “What are you trying to say?” But all I could do was moan. He was SO deep in me now, and it barely hurt because I was already so stretched by the plug. In fact…it felt almost pleasurable.

“Fuck me harder,” I whispered.

“What’s that?”

“Fuck me harder,” I said. He immediately lay his full weight on my folded legs and started fucking me. Hard. Deep. Fast. My eyes rolled back in my head. He noticed and grabbed my neck with both hands, and I let out a squeal of pleasure. “God…I fucking…love it,” I choked out.

“I know you do,” he said, and slapped my face. I winced and laughed; the pain was nothing compared to the throbbing, filling pounding I was getting. “You love it deep in your ass, don’t you, little cock slut?”

“Fuck yes…daddy,” I whimpered, still barely getting words out.
He came up on the bed with me, on his knees, and shoved a pillow under my ass. Then he fucking drilled me, even harder and deeper than before, grabbing my hips for leverage. He told me afterwards that I flailed and went limp, and the bed was soaked with our sweat and my juices.

I honestly don’t remember exactly how it ended, but we showered and cuddled after, which felt amazing. My lover is the fucking best. :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7zrtuo/mf_he_had_a_rough_day_at_work_so_i_let_him_fuck