[F]ucking [M]y Waitress After She Made-out With Her Ex-Boyfriend: Part III (with a gif!!!1!)

[PART I HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fnnc5w/fucking_my_waitress_with_pics_wut_a_story_in_4_or/)

This story takes place between Part I and Part II

[PART II HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fp0uph/fucking_my_waitress_on_a_wednesday_afternoon_part/)

*It’s funny how fall does this, isn’t it? How summer slowly retreats in the shifting light, and duller color of the leaves, and with it that sense of newness and excitement that came with summer. Fall feels old and worn in. You’ve been here before- for better or worst. The shorter days and the cooler evenings. I’m pushing through my 30s now and the onset of fall still hits me with the same sense of nostalgia it did when I was 8, and like when I was 8, it’s a nostalgia for a past I’m not sure ever existed. What was my heart aching for when I was just a little kid kicking leaves in the gutter? As I walked to 3rd grade. What am I longing for now as I sit here wondering about her, and I watch clouds roll and fade over the mountains, and what is this ache for a past that I know wasn’t what I remember it to be.*

*I saw our future children with her when I was inside of her once. I know it sounds insane, but it was the last time we fucked, weeks after we knew it was over, months after she had started dating someone else, but we still clung to each other in desperation, and I moved in and out of her, and there was a moment, right before her body began to shake with both ecstasy and pain. Right before she pulled my body deeper into her and buried her face in my shoulder and I felt her silently shudder as her tears felt warm on my skin. I saw them then. Two of them, a little girl and boy, and we were in a park, the four of us and they weren’t babies, but they weren’t grown yet either, and they were playing as we laid on the grass together watching them. And the light danced among the leaves in the tree above us and danced on her skin, and her arm was around me, and the breeze moved a single strand of her hair and we watched them play. And then it ended and all I felt was her tears on my shoulder. And now all I have is memories, and among them this memory of a September night several years ago in Montana.*

We weren’t quite dating, but we weren’t quite not dating. It had been a little over three months since we met, and had fucked for the first time. We had been on a couple of trips, and we texted all day, but she’d still wait for me to invite her to stay after we had netflixed and fucked. It had been over a month and half since had broken up with the boyfriend she had left behind in her college town, but she’d still get texts from him, and I knew she was being honest with me when she’d question whether she did the right thing in dumping him. There was a wedding she needed to go back to in mid-sept, and she asked if I wanted to spend the weekend there with her. Her ex was suppose to be her date- the invite had been addressed to both of them since they were living together- and not wanting to deal with all of that, at least not yet, I asked her if it would be a big deal if I passed on the actual wedding. It was nothing but her friends, and her ex was going to be there, and she just laughed and said she was just using me for the ride.

“Tommy,” she said as she walked out of the shower of our AirBnB, toweling off her hair, “this isn’t going to be weird for you, right?” I loved her naked body and how unabashed she was about it- like clothes were some silly victorian vestigial she begrudgingly dealt with when she was in public.

“You mean with clark?” I kind of chuckled, “I don’t think so?” Which was true. I hadn’t started to feel possessive or jealous yet, at all. We hadn’t really solidified what we were and I liked her, but who was I to tell her what she could, or could not do. Who she could fuck, or not fuck. She walked over to me, naked except for the towel she had twisted into her hair, and straddled me. I ran my hands down her back, still wet from the shower and over her ass and my lips instinctively wrapped around one of her perfect little nipple- flicking the gold bar that pierced it with my tongue. She ran her hands through my hair and lightly ground her hips against me as I squeezed her ass. “You’ll have me when I’m done,” she laughed as she slid off of me and walked over to her open bag, pulling out her dress and shoes, “I hope you like me sloppy drunk!” And I did! I really, really did!

She looked stunning as she left to get her Lyft- a long silky yellow slip dress, and red earrings, dripping turquoise on her neck and wrists, and 4-inch snake-skin booties. You could see the slight tan lines on her back from the summer we had spent outside. Homegirl had it. Always did.

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It was after dark before I started getting texts from her. A picture of her holding a bottle of bulliet bourbon and dancing with some girl. “I missssssssss u!” She was clearly tipsy, but not drunk, and then an hour later the texts starting coming one after another.

“I need you to fuck me hard”

“Tommy! Hard!”

“I want u toooo hurtt me!”

“Put me on a leash tonight”

I texted her back “Yo kiddo how drunk are you?”

The dots bounced almost instantly. “Not too drunk but I kissed him and I really wish I hadn’t”

I thought for a second whether or not this hurt me. It didn’t really. It stung, but in a fleeting way, so I wrote back, “haha you really want me to buy a leash?”

“mmmmmmhm” she responded, “I’m leaving soon.”

The CVS a block away was still open and I picked up both a collar and a leash. The clerk didn’t seem to think it was weird, or maybe she did, but she didn’t let on.

We had had rough sex before, I mean I sized the collar I just bought by putting my hands together like I was choking her, but something about walking back up to our room with that collar and leash in a flimsy little plastic bag really turned me on. I laid it on the bed and took a shower and waited for her to turn the key in the lock. I was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at my phone when she walked in and goddamn she was beautiful. She looked me in the eye and without breaking eye contact bit her lip and ceremoniously dropped her key and her purse on the table before walking straight at me- hiking up her dress. I stood up, only in my boxers, and grabbed her by the throat and slowly started walking her backwards into the wall. “Like this?” I said as sternly as I could as my hand wrapped tighter around her throat. She smiled and nodded and I demanded she need her to use her words. Her body slammed into the wall behind her as my free hand ran up her thigh. With her heels on she seemed so much taller. “Mmmmhm daddy,” she whispered, “Just like this.” We were in character now and I knew anything goes. I knew we had a safe word and I trusted she’d use it. I knew she felt bad about how things had gone tonight, and knew she felt so much, she always felt so much, and that tonight, for a couple of hours she wanted to let go. She wanted a break from being her. From relationship drama and school and work and from seeing her ex, and being in a town she had spent so much time in, had so many memories in-both good and bad. She wanted to just let go.

I threw her on the floor and she willing crumbled into a pile before hungrily getting on her hands and knees, looking up at me. I was throbbing and grabbed her by the hair, half pulling her as she crawled to the edge of the bed. Her dress came off over her head and she was now naked except for her booties and her jewelry. I was standing in front of her as she kneeled there. “Pulled them off” I demanded as she tugged at my boxers and I could see she noticed for the first time the leash and collar sitting on the bed. She reached up to the waist band with both hands and I smacked her face. “You silly little slut,” I still had both of my hands wrapped in her hair, “dumb little girls like you only get to use their mouths.” She smiled and laughed to herself and I couldn’t help but smile as I tugged them down a bit and she pulled them over my cock before they fell to my ankles.

Before I knew what happened I had the collar snapped around her neck with the leash attached and I had led her, as she crawled behind me, to a chair sitting in the corner and pulled the leash tight as she gagged on my dick. Not giving her more than a half inch to pull her mouth off. Spit ran down my cock and she asked if she could use her hands and she gagged and stroked me as I lay back and let her work on me. She wasn’t the woman who was getting a master’s degree on a full scholarship. Or the woman with a 790 credit score who maintained relationships and friendships. Who worried about her mom and her drug addicted brother. She had let that go and all she was was mine. She would do what she was told and she’d take whatever I gave her.

I yanked her head off my dick and told her to crawl to the bed. Slow. And I followed her, keeping the leash tight enough I could feel her pulling at it purposefully- letting it choke her a little. “Should I climb onto the bed daddy,” she asked as kneeled at the edge of it, and before she climbed onto it, spreading her legs, and dropping her face into the mattress. Ass in the air. Her pussy was so pink and smooth and glistened and I spit on it and rubbed my hand over it and spit on it again. I wrapped the leash right around my hand so it pulled her face off the bed, and licked my hand and rubbed it on my cock and slid deep into her, yanking the leash back hard as I pounded into her over and over again. I cracked my hand against her ass, and then did it again and again. “Tell me you fucking kissed him,” I demanded, and quickly worried this may have been too much, but instantly knew it’s what she wanted. “I kissed him daddy,” she moaned and I brought my hand down on her ass again hard. Her skin felt warm to touch as I ran my hand over her her smooth skin. I pulled the leash tighter. “I kissed him and danced with him and rubbed my body on him and it felt good daddy,” she gagged pushing her hips back into me, riding my dick. My hand cracked again against her ass and again and again. I watched her body seize up and then she moaned “I deserve it! hit me harder!” and I was confused, but turned on, and confused by being so turned on and my hand cracked on her ass over and over and over again until she collapsed faced first not to the bed and I straddled her and I pistoned in and out of her. Her back was wet with sweat.

[https://i.imgur.com/WPLxgBX.jpg](https://i.imgur.com/WPLxgBX.jpg)

I couldn’t handle it any more and I threw the leash off of my hand and grabbed her by the hips and spun her around and buried my face into her pussy. She sat up and her body was slick with sweat. I could hear college kids emptying out on to the streets from the shakey graves show, and I pushed my lips hard against her pussy. She slid backward so her body was resting against the headboard and grabbed the back of my head and held me tight against her as my fingers slid into her and my tongue ran up and down her clit. Her thighs wrapped around the side of my head and she crossed her calves behind me and held me there as her body convulsed and she screamed. She literally screamed. I’m cumming! And she tried to push me away. Push my head away, but I pinned her hips to the bed and ate her pussy like I was never going to eat pussy again as her body shook and she slid onto her back and tried to squirm away from me. Tremors washed over her and she whispered, this time seemingly to herself, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming” until her body stopped shaking. I grabbed the leash and pulled her face up to mine, and she felt limp. strands of hair were stuck to her face and her mouth hung open. then she smiled and I kissed her- my mouth still wet from her pussy. She slid under me and I unbuckled the collar and threw it to the floor and locked my hands around her slender little throat.

“Like this?” I asked as she laid below me, her legs wrapping around my hips as she pulled my dick into her. She exhaled deeply and closed her eyes.”Just like that daddy,” she moaned and kept her mouth open as her chest rose and fell like she was trying to catch her breath. I squeezed the sides of her neck hard as my cock slid into her and moved in and out of her until I could feel her body begin to go limp, and I released my grip. She opened her eyes and her breathing was staggered and she grabbed at my back, digging her nails into me as I could feel it starting to build in me. I could see tears start to silently roll out of the corners of her eyes as she regained her breath and she pulled my head down to hers. She pulled my mouth tight to mine and whispered “cum inside me. put it all inside me” and I let go and spasmed deep into her. Both of our bodies sliding against each other as I pumped deep into her.

We fucked the rest of the night. On the table and floor. In the shower and back to the bed again. She’d have bruises for weeks afterward. We walked to the same CVS the next morning to buy Plan B and a gatoraid to wash it down with. We laughed about how not sexy the dog collar was, a black canvas strap with a black buckle, and who the fuck buys a dog collar and leash at 9:30 pm on a Friday night. We spent the rest of the day in a small town, among freshly mowed hay fields, and mountains- drinking beer and watching college football. The sounds of a rural Saturday afternoon echoing down the Main Street. I knew nothing good could last forever, and nothing is ever perfect. But as she reached over to grab my hand. As she talked about high school football games in the small midwest town she was from, I thought maybe, just maybe, this might come as close to perfect as anyone has ever felt.

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