We matched on Tinder. She was adorable. Impossibly so. A chubby little cutie with a fat ass and glorious tits. But despite her feigned innocent looks, from her profile it was very clear what she was after, and I didn’t waste time giving it to her.
We met up at a bar near me. She was just barely 21 – a whole decade younger than me – and the bartender gave me a dirty look after checking our IDs. In our messages to one another she had asked what “a guy like me was doing swiping right on a girl like her” and I’d joked that I was a dirty old man who preyed on young college girls. She knew I wasn’t entirely joking. “Well it’s a good thing being preyed on turns me on,” she told me.
After we had a little bit of booze in us, she took out her phone at the bar and scrolled through pages of her nudes, telling me about the different gone wild subreddits she posted on, and how much the attention turned her on. Who knows, maybe you’ve seen her. (I know this part sounds like I’m embellishing for my audience but I swear it’s true!) She told me stories of her kinky exploits – how she’d only lost her virginity a little over a year ago but how she’d been a ravenous little slut ever since; how fun it was to rack up her “body count”; how she’d just fucked another boy earlier that day; how she’d tried some extreme edgeplay type shit that even I would be scared to try (and I think of myself as pretty damn kinky); how she had no gag reflex. In short: she talked a big talk.
So when we got back to my place, I figured there was no need to be timid. I threw her down on the bed, told her to stick her ass up in the air, and spanked her *hard* with a wooden paddle. She kept instinctively lowering her hips after each smack, and I would grab them and force them back up in the air and press on her to arch her back (she later told me she found this unbearably hot). After her ass was bright red and she seemed like she’d had just about all she could take, I flipped her over and slapped her adorable little cheeks, and she smiled the cutest fucking giddy little smile. So I slapped her some more, until she wasn’t smiling anymore. Then I spit in her face and made a mess of her, which only made her smile again. She’d asked if she could call me “daddy,” and so I had her thank me for each act of abuse I dealt her: “thank you for slapping me, daddy. Thank you for spitting in my mouth, daddy. Thank you for putting your fingers down my throat, daddy.”
I fucked her hard from behind for a bit. She was putting her hands behind her back, so I took that as a sign to get out my restraints and put them on her wrists, pulling her arms back as I thrust in and out of her, slapping her already sore ass with my hand. To be honest though, I’m an oral guy. PIV sex is all well and good, but nothing, in my view, compares to a really good throat fucking. So once I felt her pussy had had it’s fair share of attention, I threw her on her back and bent her head over the edge of the bed, plunging myself completely down her throat. I fucked her throat like this for a while, then laid back in the bed and had her kneel between my legs as she deepthroated me. She was an enthusiastic and sloppy cocksucker, drooling all over me, and liked to lick my balls while my cock was buried in her throat. I must have fucked her face for half an hour at least. And I didn’t go easy on her. After all, she’d told me what a filthy whore she’d been, all the extreme things she’d done, and she had said that she “liked being used.” So I used her.
Later she told me that it was the harsh scolding that finally broke her – the fact that I sounded so angry and mean scared her, even if she knew I wasn’t really. Well, that and the fact that I wouldn’t let her breathe. I’d hold her down on my cock, wrapping my legs around her head to keep in her place, and berate her when she’d try to come up for air. She’d start to panic and to really struggle, at which point I’d let her up and she’d gasp for breath, only for me to immediately slap and spit on her face. Then I’d slowly count to 5, holding my cock up for her. When the count was up I didn’t have to force her down onto it – she knew what to do. But at some point during all this she started to cry.
To be honest, this really turned me on. *A lot.* But I’m not a psychopath – I wanted to make sure she was okay. So I dropped my mean tone and held her chin up to look at me and in a gentle, caring voice asked if she was alright. She assured me she was. I asked if she was sure. She said she was. “Do you want to use your safe word?” She thought about it for a second… “No, I’m okay.” That was all I needed to hear. “Well then what are you waiting for? Put my fucking cock back down your throat.” I fucked her face some more while her tears ran down her face and dripped onto my thighs. I asked her if she was crying because she was thinking about what a filthy whore she was; about how this was the second cock she’d had down her throat today. With her mouth still full of dick, she nodded yes.
Eventually though I started to feel concerned. She had said she was a “pleaser.” What if she’s just pushing herself past her limits for my sake? I stopped and asked if she needed a break. She nodded yes. “Do you want me to fuck you from behind again?” She didn’t answer, so I knew it wasn’t just the deepthroat or the breathplay she needed a break from. “No, you need a real break, huh?” “Yeah, I think I need a real break” she said, barely getting the sentence out before starting to sob a little. At that point I felt awful. “Oh you poor thing!” I said, “you’re really upset, aren’t you?” I asked her to cuddle up with me, stroking her hair and rubbing her back until she calmed down some.
We talked for a long time. She said the crying had started as a physical response, but once it started, feelings started coming up and she couldn’t stop. It turned her on a lot actually, she said. But it was also *really fucking intense.* I said if I’d known I would have stopped sooner. She said it was okay, if it was really awful she would have used her safe word / signal. I felt protective of her. We talked for a bit about the importance of speaking up and being assertive as a sub, of knowing your limits and communicating them clearly. I said I regretted rushing into something so intense so quickly with someone I’d just met, especially someone I knew hadn’t been doing this kind of thing all that long. She had talked up her kinky exploits so much that I really thought she could handle it, but she told me it was the roughest sex she’d had. I felt that as a dom, and an older, more experienced one at that, I shouldn’t have been so reckless. Even though I’d checked in repeatedly, I naively had taken her word for it every time she said she was okay. She re-assured me that as intense as it was, she thought it was incredibly hot. In the end I felt we both learned something about being overeager, and though things had gone a bit too far, ultimately we both enjoyed ourselves. I was relieved that she still felt safe with me, and okay enough to talk and laugh about it.
We spooned and cuddled for a bit, eventually getting handsy and starting to make out. This time things were a lot more sweet and gentle. I kissed her as I fingered her until she came. She knelt on the floor as I sat on the edge of the bed and gave me head until I came on her tongue. She had me take a photo of her mouth full of my load. Maybe you’ll see it on Reddit.
Before she left she told me she’d like to add me to her “regular rotation.” Next time I’ll be sure to be a little gentler with her. But not *too* gentle. She’s still a kinky little slut, even if she does like breathing more than she likes cock ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d9xyzc/my_own_little_throatfuck_doll