Tourist town fantasy fulfilled, at least for one night [BDSM] [edging] [freeuse] [degradation]

I look up at the clock, counting down the minutes until my shift ends at 11, counting down the time until I can quit this shitty job.

I make a lap around to check on my tables, annoyed by the patrons. I love living in this town, but hate the tourists that pass through it and frequent this restaurant. They are just here to do yoga poses in front of the beautiful scenery for their Instagram, cram into tour buses next to the other idiots, ride up the gondola so they can see the endless views of mountain peaks piercing through the clouds without working for it or experiencing any of the beauty along the journey.

I hate them.

My phone buzzes as I make it back to the station at the bar. I glance around for my manager and pull it out to see the notification: You have a new match!

I slip it back into my pocket without opening the app. I’ll save that for later so I have something to look forward to, even though I am sure it will be the usual disappointment: some flubby old guy on a corporate outing or a frat bro just looking for an easy lay.

When I first got here, I downloaded all of the popular dating apps. I was mostly bored, somewhat lonely, but thought it would be a good way to meet guys. I moved here, looking for something adventurous after graduating college, and figured a mountain resort town over the summer would be a good place to have some adventures while I figured out whatever the hell I should do with the rest of my life.

I have had some good adventures, but this town can be claustrophobic. I quickly ran out of “singles in my area” on the popular dating apps and realized that all of the guys here are all Peter Pans, who are as bad in bed as they are are holding a conversation that is not about the latest mountain biking video they watched on YouTube, or some famous climber they met recently.

I had to deliver the check to the group of bros at my last table so I slid the check and pen into the back pocket of my tight black pants. I hated having to wear all black uniform for this place every night, but these pants do make my ass look great, and that usually means bigger tips from the bros like the ones at this table who think that will somehow impress me.

I walk over, and the one who is clearly the ringleader grabs the check and says to me “you know, we have been talking all night about how familiar you look. Where are you from?” What a lame attempt to start a pick up. But, they still haven’t paid and tipped, so I push through my annoyance, force a smile, and tell them.

“Wow, long way from home. We are here for the weekend to do some mountain biking. This place is closing up soon right? Where do you like to hang out in town?” This town has five bars that are open past 11, so naturally I send them to one of the yuppie ones that I never go to. “Will we see you there tonight?” I smile coyly, watching his hand hover over the check and reply, “maybe,” and walk off, making sure that the whole table gets one last view of my ass before deciding on the tip. Even though I hate working here, I have gotten pretty good at buttering up the useful idiots who pass through here.

I pull out my phone to check the time, and saw that notification again, so I opened up the app to see who my match was, not caring if I am disappointed because my shift was almost over anyway.

When I had made it through all of the Peter pans in the popular dating apps, I had decided to download a kink app. Figuring it was worth a shot, and looking for something more adventurous, I was probably being naive. So far, it was either older men looking to cheat on their wives, or guys like the ones at their table who were looking for “adventure” in all sorts of ways while they were in this town. Mostly though, it just seemed like the guys were looking for the quickest and easiest way to get laid and figured a kink app was the easiest way to cut to the chase. And they have so far been remarkably underwhelming.

The app opens and I pull up the guy’s profile. It’s pretty barren and he didn’t show his face in any photos. That’s usually a red flag, but something about his profile was pretty intriguing, so I pulled up the message he sent…

I was bored and lonely, so I told him to meet me at the townie bar at 11:30. When I got there, it was pretty empty, so I took my usual spot at a both in the corner with a view of the door. I need to stop meeting guys here – the people here recognize me, and it’s always a different guy, but I can’t stand the tourist bars here, and it’s probably the easiest way to meet people in public to feel them out.

A very tall, bearded guy in an old down jacket walks in. He’s at least 6’4” but looks pretty slim, so I am pretty sure it’s him. I look up with an inviting face as he looks around the bar and cautiously approaches me. After the awkward “I am here for a blind date but don’t want to admit that so I am going to lock eyes with you with a raised eyebrow” I return the same look back at him and he seems relieved, and I am too.

We introduce ourselves and exchange pleasantries. He is slightly nervous, but I am casual and relaxed. Not only is he very tall with a gorgeous beard, he, has a sweet smile and kind eyes that relax me. A pleasant surprise given that he didn’t include his face in the photos, which I tease him about. He seems pleasantly surprised with my looks too. I have the typical photos on my profile, but I caught him looking me up and down when I stood up to greet him, taking in my petite figure in my right black clothes.

I notice that I am twirling my shoulder length curls as we talk, catching myself, but that must mean I like him. He tells me he is on a big solo road trip for the summer. He recently quit his job to go to grad school. Finally, I am able to have an interesting conversation with an attractive man.

Things are going well, but he doesn’t seem to be pushing the conversation to where we both want it to go, so I take the initiative. “So, what are you doing on a kink app?” I ask.

He is a bit flustered at first by my directness, but smiles and says “well, I think that people like us are more fun, don’t you?”

I press and ask him what sorts of things he’s into. I can’t really read him just yet. Is he a tourist like the rest of them, both in this town and sexually? He puts it back to me, and I basically decide to throw caution to the wind – better figure out if this is worthwhile now instead of later.

“I like it rough. I like to feel like a total whore and to be used. I want a man to use all of my holes like his personal fuck toy. Ropes, toys, anal, pain, degradation. I want to be completely used like a total whore.”

“Perfect. Let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me out of the bar. I gave him my address, but told me to just follow him in my car. As I turned to get in my car he grabbed my hand again and roughly pulled me toward him. He grabbed the side of my head and roughly kissed me before pulling away and saying “see you soon.”

When I got in the car, I texted Rosie to tell her his name and that he was coming to my place. It was an overdone pattern and I somewhat felt bad, like I was bragging, or that she was judging me. She was the only real friend I had made while I was here though, and I always told her when I brought a guy to my place because I had learned it’s better to be safe with things like this.

I pull into my driveway, thankful that I had left my place in a decent condition and had showered and shaved that morning. Shit, did I make my bed?

I grab my bag as I get out of the car and watch him get out of his truck. Man, he was good looking.

We walk up the steps to my shitty rented apartment, and as soon as he shuts the door behind us, he pins my up against the wall in my entry way and deeply kisses me. He is forceful and gentle all at the same time. I feel myself start to get wet as he works his hands over my body. All of the sudden, he stops. “Strip,” he directs me. I pause initially and he follows up, “ take off all of your clothes, and I won’t ask nicely again.”

I comply, but feel awkward as I pull my tight pants over my heels, bending in unflattering ways in my mismatched bra and panties. I stand there naked, my small breasts with red lines where my underwire rests. “What now?” I ask, unsure where this was going.

“Get on all fours.”

I felt my knees uncomfortably on the hard wood floors with my palms flat. He walked up to me, the pebbles on his boots crunching as they grinded into the floor. I was there, totally exposed, and he was still wearing his boots. I laughed at the thought.

He heard me laugh, and asked what was funny. I told him. The slap was a quick as it was surprising. Instantly, fear crept up my spine. “Shut up and be present. You my little fuck doll now, and I want to see what I got.”

With that, he smacked my ass, and the fear and unknown anticipation was intoxicating. I am naked, exposed, with a total stranger in my apartment. What was he going to do to me.

After smacking my ass, he knealt down behind me within full view of my bent over ass and shaved pussy. “Mmmm good girl” he said, as he started to rub his hands over my ass cheeks, my lower back, and down my legs. I could feel the tingling between my legs and his hands started slowly moving towards my swollen cunt. He spread my lips as he lightly grazed his finger over my clit, sending shudders down my spine. He put his finger in his mouth and then slowly entered it into my wetness. Then, he went back to caressing my outer pussy and I felt him move to my asshole before he plunged his finger into it. I gasped quietly and he didn’t seem to react, but he abruptly stood back up. He walked back around towards my face, knelt down, said “look at me” and shoved his finger in my mouth as I locked eyes with him.

His kind eyes had a different tinge to them as he said “there’s my good little slut. Show me where your bedroom is.” I started to stand up, and he quickly corrected me, “crawl like a good little whore.” I crawled on the hardwood as he walked slowly behind me, I am sure getting full view of my exposed ass and pussy shifting back and forth. Good thing it was a short crawl to my bedroom in my shitty little apartment, because my knees were getting sore.

We got into the bedroom, but I didn’t know what he wanted me to do, so I just stopped “where are your supplies,” he asked. “In the gym bag in the closet.”

He pulled out the bag, as I was still on all four, thankful my bedroom is carpeted. “Nice collection” he pulled out my vibrator, butt plug, rope kit, handcuffs, paddle, and a couple other things I couldn’t make out as he threw them on the bed.

“Lay on your back on the bed.” As I laid down, I realized that he was still wearing his boots and coat, and it was so hot to be so naked and exposed in juxtaposition. He put one knee on the bed as he grabbed my thighs and pushed them back into my chest. He undid my rope, ran it around my shins and thighs several times, before making loops around my wrists, fixing them tightly to the sides of my legs.

Feeling the rope tight on my skin, and realizing he was making quick work of the knots and ties made my body ache with anticipation. He knew what he was doing. When he was done, my pussy and ass were on full display as I was folded into position.

He made his way up to me and said “you will ask permission for everything, do you understand me?” I replied in the affirmative and he said “good girl” sending shivers all over my body.

Helpless, totally exposed and unable to move, with a fully dressed stranger and all of my sex toys next to me on the bed was exactly where I wanted to be in that moment.

I felt his beard first as his face dived into my presented pussy, his tongue making long, flat strokes all over my pussy and asshole. His hands gripped my full ass cheeks as he had his way with me. He kept going, but then stood up. I protested, and he said, “shut the fuck up, whore,” grabbed the paddle, and walloped one of my ass cheeks. Hard. “Don’t ever tell me what to do. You’re mine now, you got it?”

Yes sir.

He grabbed my vibrator and fixed it to my clit. I instantly felt an orgasm build. I looked down at him, his eyes transfixed on my cunt, and caught a glimpse of his hard on struggling in his pants. I was moaning and gasping for air, but he abruptly stopped. I moaned in frustration, before I felt the paddle. Both ass cheeks stinging, he said “you didn’t ask for permission, so I am not going to let you come”

Yes sir.

He started to take off his jacket then his boots and shirt. He started to unbuckle his pants and I noticed how thin he was.

He pulled off his pants and unleashed his cock. Even folded up like this, I had a clear view of it and it was magnificent. Rock hard, probably the thickest cock I had ever seen, and at least seven or eight inches. Now I know why he was so skinny, all of it must have gone to his cock.

He climbed on to the bed on his knees, grabbed a handful of my hair with both his hands, and shoved his cock all the way to the back of my throat. In this position, I wouldn’t be able to deepthroat him, but I was going to make it my mission tonight to take all of his cock down my throat. I don’t know if that would be possible, but I was going to try.

He thrusted his fat cock to the back of my throat until I was gasping for air. As he pulled out, he slapped me hard across the face, I inhaled deeply, and he shoved his cock back in, repeating this cycle until tears streamed down my face.

“Now you’re starting to look like a good little whore,” he said as he noticed my tears. He climbed off the bed, my pussy was throbbing, ready for my first orgasm.

He grabbed the blindfold and the world turned dark. Now I could only guess what he was going to do next. I could feel him run the paddle over the back of my legs, my pussy, my feet, and my ass. I think I heard the first smack before I felt it, followed quickly by a second on my other cheek. I was sure my ass cheeks were bright red now.

He continued to run the paddle all over me, my whole body tingling anticipating the coming pain, all of it intensified by being down one of my senses. He shoved his fingers in my mouth, then my pussy, then my ass, then my mouth again. He repeated this process with more fingers until he was shoving all of them down my throat, making me gag. “Good girl.”

I felt the cold metal of the butt plug as it stretched out my ass as he inserted it slowly. I felt the vibrator as he pressed it on my clit. My ass and legs and feet still stung from the paddle and the combination of all of it made my coming orgasm was starting to roll in and I gasped “I am going to cum.” The paddle seemed instantaneous and he repeated it several times, bringing me back to reality as the closeness of my potential orgasm lingered.

“I am going to keep punishing you if you keep disobeying me.”

“I am sorry sir. Will you please let me cum if I ask permission?”

“We’ll see.” He said coldly.

I could feel him stand up and go back to my gym bag. I ran through the inventory I had in there, wondering what he was going to use next when I felt the ball gag get shoved into my mouth and strapped around my head.

He went back to my pussy. My ass was occupied with the butt plug filling it up, so he worked the vibrator on my clit. I felt the orgasm coming again, which would be my first of the night. I mumbled something incoherent around the ball gag, attempting to ask permission to have my first crashing orgasm of the night when he abruptly removed the vibrator.

I riggled against the ropes in agony as my pussy ached to cum. My whole body ached.

He didn’t miss a beat with the paddle. He then roughly grabbed me, lifted me off the bed and spun me over. My ass was now in the air, my face buried into the bed.

“Now that’s what a useless little fuck toy should look like.”

I could only imagine, my ass, legs, and feet welted from the paddle, a bejeweled butt plug stretching my asshole, my mascara streamed down my face and my hair piled up around my head buried into the bed. All within full view and at full mercy of him as he stood there, my body aching to come. And this whole time I remembered that I haven’t even felt his cock inside me.

He smacked my ass with his hand, and slowly pulled the butt plug out, sending shivers down my spine. There was silence for a moment, but the anticipation made it feel like an eternity.

I wasn’t prepared to feel his cock as it inched slowly into my dripping cunt. I could feel myself stretch around it as I took him in. His cock felt endless as it continued to inch slowly into me, and I could feel my walls stretched to the limit around it. Somehow, it felt twice as big as it looked, and it looked fucking huge. I am only going to fuck skinny guys from here on out, so help me god.

With his entire cock deep in my pussy, he held it there as my body convulsed around it. I was already going to come, and I mumbled around the ball gag again. Please god just let me come.

He pulled his cock quickly out, and I felt suddenly empty.

I should have expected the paddle by now, but he kept at it. I knew he was edging me, but it was fucking cruel.

I squirmed. He paddled. Then he just stopped. I could hear him walk into the kitchen and come back into the bedroom. Did he grab a chair? Was he sitting in a chair just watching me there with welts all over and my gaping asshole and pussy propped up like that? I bet he is stroking his cock. God I want it so fucking bad.

That maintained for what seemed like forever. I imagine him stroking his incredible cock as I laid there, completely used and useless. I heard him get up, and stand behind me. His cock felt even bigger as it entered my ass. This time, he didn’t go as slow or pause as it plunged into my ass. I need to get a bigger butt plug.

This time, he thrusts hard in and out as his hands pull me hard toward him, his hips banging into my ass cheeks. He is pumping my ass full of his cock and the mix of pain and pleasure slowly build an orgasm within me. He seems to anticipate this because he slows down and eventually pulls out, again making me feel empty and angry.

He grabs the back of my head and lifts it of the bed and rips the ball gag out of my mouth. “Please please please can I come?”

He doesn’t even say anything in responses but seems to position himself in front of me on the bed. He lifts my head off the bed again, balancing me on my knees as the full weight of my upper body is resting in his hands. I feel him slide underneath me as he starts to slowly lower my head.

I instinctively open my mouth and he guides his cock into it. I feel like a total piece of shit. I can’t move, I am sucking this strangers massive cock that has fucked both my pussy and my ass, my whole body stings, and he won’t even let me fucking come. He supported my head as he lowered it onto his cock, and then qucikly removed his hands. Without him holding me up, the full weight of my upper body brought my head straight down and his cock straight down the back of my throat.

Unable to move and with his entire cock down my throat, I started to gag roughly. I was squirming hard against the bondage, trying to shift my weight in any way that would allow me to move off his cock and be able to breath. I felt the spit stream out of my mouth and down his shaft as he put his hand on the back of my head to hold me down on to him. My throat spasmed around his thick cock, my body trembled and he grabbed a handful of hair and mercifully pulled it back. As I felt his cock slide out of my throat I gasped for air for what felt like a whole minute, feeling totally used and worthless as he got up off the bed again.

I felt his cock slide back into my pussy, but this time, I felt so used that I didn’t even react. Well, my pussy started to immediately convulse, but the rest of me was entirely spent and worthless.

He pumped me full of his cock. My body felt like it didn’t work, but my pussy was working overtime wrapped around his rock hard dick. He grabbed my hips and my whole body bounced off his as he thrusted roughly into me before pulling me back into him.

I could feel every inch of his cock, every welt on my body, my gaping asshole, spit all over my face, hair in my mouth as I lay there gasping for air. His pace picked up and I felt myself ready to come. “For the love of god, please let me cum sir.” He didn’t even respond, and I prepared myself for the inevitable paddle and ruined orgasm. But he didn’t stop, and he kept going. As his huge cock pounded into me, I felt my whole body start to convulse and the orgasm started to wash all over my body. It started deep in my cunt, and radiated out until I thought i could feel it in my finger. But I wasn’t thinking clearly at that point, so all I could feel was him to continue to pump me full of cock.

The orgasm crashed over me. My whole body violently convulsed as I screamed in ecstasy. He kept going, grabbed my hair and snapped my head back as I continued to violently come. It felt like his cock was a mile long and a half mile wide as I could feel my pussy tighten around it. The pleasure was overwhelming, I couldn’t even think. How long had I been coming?

My orgasm was as endless as his thrusts, and somehow his cock seemed to get even bigger and harder. He wrapped his hand around my throat, cutting off my air, which sent my orgasm to another level.

“I am going to come in you, you worthless whore”

With that, I was gone. I was done forever. It felt like the world stopped moving, and I could feel his cock throb and his warm cum fill me up. I couldn’t move or breath and was entirely his.

His cock was still rock hard as he pulled out of me. I laid there, totally spent as I heard him walk to the bathroom.

I heard him come back, and he removed my blindfold. The light was blinding, further overloading all of my senses. I was almost glad that he left the ropes on as I could see him sitting in the chair, admiring his work.

Eventually, he brushed the hair off my face and started to slowly remove the ropes. I felt the sensatation flood back to where the ropes had been tight against my skin and had cut off circulation, making my skin tingle again. I rolled onto my back gently. He gave me a slow, sweet kiss on my lips, and I was more content than I had ever been my life.

I watched him get dressed but felt like I could move or speak. The post orgasm glow radiating from my body. As I laid there, he said “one last thing…” and I didn’t even react. I had no protests left and nothing to offer. He pulled out his phone and took a picture. I didn’t even care, and a part of me was proud to be a trophy for him. He deserved it.

As he started to leave, leaving me naked, exposed and totally used, he told me I was a good girl and left as his boots crunches across the floor.

Over the next month on his road trip, he would text me [photos](https://i.imgur.com/ARNLc8j.jpg) that he apparently took of me that night. I was upset for a little bit, and told him, but he replied that it was all part of being a good little whore. And after that, I was so turned on by the thought of it. He says he might come back on his way back from the North, and I have never prayed for anything before, but I am now…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fmo2sq/tourist_town_fantasy_fulfilled_at_least_for_one