Use Me: Part 1 [M/F] [Second Person POV]

Hi everyone. English is my second language so I’m sorry if the grammar or the spelling is a bit off. x

I was charmed by you even before our first conversation on Tinder. We talked for a bit before things really heated up, and you proved you are as charming as you look on your pictures. The pictures you sent distracted me for the rest of the night, and the things you said about my body were turning me on so much I was about to invite you over. Instead, you asked me out on a date for the next day. I was a little surprised: from both our profiles it was clear that we were both just looking for sex. I said yes anyway. Why not. I would be the last one declining a chance to wear a fuck-me dress to a restaurant.

I wore my best dress, a subtle forest green falling mid-thigh with a cleavage that would leave anyone wondering. You arrived looking just as classy. Your smile had been beautiful on your pictures already, but in real life all it was reminding me of was the picture you had sent me last night.

We talked a bit, feeling out the waters. I felt the same arousing tension as last night, and that didn’t go away when you broke out the truth, and the reason for asking me on a date first. You told me you were in an committed open relationship. That you had a wife of five years, a child of three, a dog, and casual sex with others on the side. And that whatever you and I would do, it wouldn’t be anything romantic. I had never been in a sex-only relationship before, but all I was thinking about was how your cock would feel inside of me, and if saying yes was the way to get that, then why would I say no?

“That’s all fine with me. I wouldn’t mind being used by you,” I replied with a quick wink. You smiled at me, but it felt a little different. The conversation turned sexual quickly, and we hushed closer together so that we could talk quieter. Quickly, I caught on to the fact that you had taken me a little more serious than I had meant it. Your tone had changed, became a little darker and deeper, but even more enticing. It wasn’t like I hadn’t experienced and enjoyed being dominated before, because I had – but it was with previous boyfriends, at least a couple of months into the relationship. You and I would be casual, and we were practically strangers still. It seemed so naughty, nearly wrong. Again, it was difficult to say no to you, even if I had wanted to.

I don’t recall what I had ordered as a starter, only that I had only eaten half of it. It was difficult to think of anything besides you, sitting hip to hip with me, the heat of your hand placed on my leg above my knee, a thumb stroking my thigh every now and then. “We should get out of here,” I tell you, when I couldn’t take it anymore. “I live around the corner.”

We paid and got out. I led you to my apartment, and we went up. The second the door closed, you were on me, pressing me against the wall of my kitchen and kissing me deeply. I leaned into it immediately, and when I pulled up a leg you didn’t hesitate to pick me up, holding on tight. I felt how hard your cock had gotten when it pushed against my groin, and I moaned, leaning my head back, leaving room for you to place your head in my neck. “You wanna feel used?” You ask me seductively, raw and unfiltered, inbetween scraping your teeth over the sensitive skin in my neck. “Just one of my little fucktoys?” I didn’t know what that would exactly mean, but I hadn’t said no so far, and I wasn’t about to begin. “Yes, please,” I said, shocking myself with how slutty I felt. There had been exes I had been less kinky with, and you I just met!

“C’mere then,” you say, and you turn me around to bend me over the kitchen counter. You lifted up my dress just enough to uncover my ass. By this time my panties were already soaked with my own juices, and I was sure it was visible. You placed a hand over my pussy from behind, slightly pushing with your middle finger to see how wet I was. I was positively blushing when you called me out on it: “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?” I could only nod. You moved your hand a little, rubbing softly against my swollen pussy, seeming to know perfectly where my clit was and expertly avoiding it to be a tease. I shuddered. It was so hot to be touched like this in such a vunerable position, not being able to see you.

I never thought the sound of someone’s belt and jeans being undone could be so arousing. The amount of adrenaline from the anticipation and build-up was insane. You hooked a finger into my panties from behind, and pushed them aside, revealing all my wetness for yourself. I was so ready for you. I felt the tip of your cock playing with my asshole. It was incredibly sensitive, but I had to tell you that I don’t do anal. “A shame,” you said, nearly casually. You pushed your cock against the opening to tease for just a second before moving back a little. “I should help you discover it some other time.”

Then, you slid your cock into my warm and wet pussy without further ado. I moaned deeply, having waited for this moment. It was such a relief to have your gorgeous cock finally inside of me, especially after all that teasing. It was thicker than I was used to, and felt just perfect. You didn’t hesitate to grab my hips to keep me close, and then you finally started fucking me in earnest. From the very first stroke, I was hooked to your cock. I had never been so vocal in my life, yelping and squirming every time you pounded into me, moaning every time you slid out of me. It didn’t take long for you to have to cover my mouth with your hand, pulling my head back slightly. I couldn’t move anymore, and the locked in position abled you to pound my pussy so much deeper. You were fucking away all of the build-up tension between us, and I couldn’t love it more. I was in so deep, completely yours to do with as you pleased.

“Where do you want me to cum?” You ask after a while, taking your hand from my mouth from just a second. “Cum inside of me,” I breathe. I never let any of my exes cum inside of my pussy because I didn’t like how it felt after, but the thought of being sticky with your cum sounded welcome rather than appaling. I couldn’t think of any other suitable place for you to cum. Anywhere else would just be a waste. At my words, I felt your cock pulse. You took a hold on my shoulder and used all your strenght to hold me close, but it was the tip of your pinky finger sliding into my ass that really made me moan as loudly as I did when you started cumming. After a couple of rough thrusts, leaving your seed as deep inside of me as you could, you pulled out.

Barely a second later, I heard the rustling of clothes and the sound of a belt. I was a little hazy from the good fucking I had just received, so I just stood there, with my dress fallen back down over my hips, my underwear shifted oddly, and my make-up a complete mess. “Thanks. See you next time,” you said to me with a wicked grin. Then you walked away. It wasn’t until the door actually closed behind you that I realised how incredibly slutty I had just been: I had invited a practical stranger in an open relationship up to my house to fuck me unprotected over my kitchen counter, without even getting properly undressed, or being helped to an orgasm myself. And I had enjoyed every single second of it.

When I started touching myself, my pussy and clit were so swollen and sensitive I only needed a couple of seconds to reach orgasm – and with the only thought in my head of your cock slamming into me – I knew I was in deep.

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