This is a follow-up on [this backstory](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8q0dq0/travelling_abroad_to_be_used_by_sir_mf). A little video link at the end.
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I’ve been trying to collect my thoughts and go into the nitty-gritty dirty details of what happened on my trip. I’m trying so hard to think back to the past days but it’s all a blur to me. A blur of good rough fucking. It’s only been two days since I got home yet it feels like a memory from long ago.
I do remember one thing very well though and that’s how much I enjoyed being used by my Sir, when and as it pleased him. I would be on my phone or just lying in bed and he’d walk by, wrap his hands around my neck, caress my tits, just taking what is his. He’d direct me around by pulling my hair or by a firm grip around my throat. Submitting to him and letting him test me was so good and felt so right; I was made for this, I was born as a fucktoy.
He would shower after fucking me, as if he was done with me for the day but then soon after start to use me again, telling me to stop making him fuck me. Sorry, sir, but I couldn’t stop. This fucktoy doesn’t come with an off-button. I wanted his cock all the time, I still do. I wanted him to fuck me silly, choke me until I passed out and keep on fucking me. I loved it when he smeared my own pussy juice on my face, I loved having him cum on my face and letting it dry. I loved being his good dirty slut.
I made him late for work one day and although I would never want to upset my Sir it truly pleased me to know my body was able to stall him like that. I was still in bed just looking at my phone, he came out of the bathroom and grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face to his already hard cock. Having him unable to stop facefucking me was amazing.
I remember looking at him after fucking, just smiling, giggling. “What?” He would ask. “Nothing” is all I could reply as I was completely unable to process my utter bliss into words, utter bliss from having my holes filled, from being forced around and used.
The last day his place reeked of sex. I would be leaving while he was still at work which was extremely unfortunate but before he left he placed a satin choker around my neck, a little gift to make me remember who I belonged to, to make me remember this experience, but this is something I will never forget.
Just as I hoped I would, I went home feeling like a bruised, used and happy slut. The feeling and taste of my Sir’s cock is burned into my mind and as I’m writing this I can’t help but miss it. I’m still on and ready, I want to be used more.
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A bit of a scattered short post. It feels somewhat surreal now, my mind is still trying to process all of this, how despite my own personal issues I actually travelled abroad to be fucked for not even three full days. It was an amazing fun experience. I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
Thought I could share [this clip](https://www.vidble.com/watch?v=ry6xj3jcZoj1RG7iVCeK4tb45r5cfrX5) with you all. Maybe another one later on! Fuck I miss that…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rk4tg/travelling_abroad_to_be_used_by_sir_mf_part_2