[M]y Time As A Pro[f]essional Dom: Leah

When I say I became a professional dom, I mean it in a limited sense. Essentially, one very kinky girl became quite taken with me and recommended me to all her friends. From there, I got more and more connected with the kink scene in LA, and got known for being able to do one thing reliably and safely: non-consent roleplay. Eventually, I was contacted by a group who sets up scenes for people for money. I saw 11 women over 6 months, all carefully vetted, and I never had to fuck anyone I didn’t want to.

But all that came later. First, the shy guy who has been in a vanilla relationship for most of his 20s had to learn how to get kinky. This story isn’t one of my kinkiest, but is still a fond memory. It’s about a girl named Leah.

We had already been on one date where we had ended up back at my place. She was a little vanilla for my tastes, but very enthusiastic. And she had the best head game I think I’ve ever encountered. (It was a total body thing for her, she absolutely devoured my cock.)

After we fucked that first night, we lay staring up at the ceiling having the usual vague, sleepy post-sex conversations. In the course of the evening, I had used a couple restraints on her and a couple toys. Nothing that would qualify as bondage, but enough that she asked me about them afterwards.

“So is that, like, your thing? Tying girls up?”

“Yeah, that’s my thing. What’s your thing?”

“I don’t have a thing.” She said, and went quiet. “Have you ever done anything in public?” She asked after a while.

I nodded. She grunted softly and drifted off to sleep.

At the time, I was around 27 and she was around 24. And over the next few days I learned that this 24 year old could text like a motherfucker. I got a new message from her about every half hour at least. To be honest, it was a little annoying at first, but pretty soon her texts got a lot more interesting, for example:

her: Do u think u could perform with other people watching

her: I had a bf once who said he could but he couldn’t

me: Yeah, I’ve done that before.

her: Like at a bondage party or…

me: Sorta both that and out in the world

me: In situations where we were hidden but public

her: ooh

So clearly she had a kink. Which is why for our second date, I took her out to dinner, then suggested a drive along Mulholland. (For all you non-LA folks, Mulholland Drive is a road along a ridge between LA and Burbank. It’s twisty and offers some gorgeous views of the city. It’s also an amazing film by David Lynch.)

I had purposefully delayed the drive until two or three in the morning. There’s a washout on Mulholland I knew about where a hill shielded us from coming traffic, and the car would shield us from going traffic. I parked and we sat on the hood of my car and looked out over LA at night.

Maybe ten feet from the hood of my car, a steel railing bounded the washout. At one point, Leah climbed down from the car and leaned over the railing, looking down at the houses underneath us.

Leah was about 5’2” and dark with lovely, luscious curves. She was so curvy, in fact, that the blue dress she wore rode up when she leaned over the railing, exposing a good half of her tanned ass. (She looked a little like [this girl](https://www.bollywoodcouch.com/delhi-girl-aneesha-madhok-cast-as-main-lead-in-hollywood-film-bully-high/))

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Carpe posterior, as they say (they do, trust me). I climbed down off the hood and walked down to her. She put one hand on her should, expecting me to come up behind her, wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. Not tonight.

I started by running my fingertips up her legs from the back of her knees to the cleft of her ass before wrapping my arms around her hips and slipping a hand into her panties. The other hand pulled the dress down and exposed her hard little nipples to the night air.

Her knees buckled a little, so I knew I was on the right track. On another night, I might have been satisfied playing with her clit and getting her off looking down at the city. But on this night, I wanted more.

After playing with her clit, biting her neck and growling all the filthy things I could think of in her ear, I dipped my finger into her pussy to find her dripping wet.

I figured if the railing could take an oncoming car, it could take what I was about to do to her. She instinctively bent over and I dropped my pants and slid my very hard cock into her tight, velvety snatch.

She was braced against the railing, and I felt secure enough to go as hard as I could on her for a good long while. She had a nice, big ass, the kind that rippled out when you slammed into it. I balled a fist up in her hair and pulled until her back was arched.

She clamped a hand over her own mouth. I pulled it away.

It took us a minute to notice the car that had pulled up in the washout, a hundred feet away. Its headlights faced away from us, but there was no doubt we were clearly visible. I think we both felt the impulse to stop, but it was nowhere near as strong as the exhilarating rating impulse to continue.

Only now we were performing. Where before we had just been fucking, lost in our own worlds, now we were making a show of it. I slammed her forcefully, grinding her into the railing as hard as I could. And before she had been moaning, now she was borderline screaming. I pulled back and started spanking her juicy ass, with big loud cracks that echoed out.

As I got close, I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her up to me, choking her and biting her neck. She ran her hands over her own body, before pivoting around so we were facing the strange car.

Her exhibitionist streak was strong, as she started licking her lips, moaning and pinching her nipples for our new visitor. I was behind the scenes now, and focused on ramming her as hard as I could.

Before long I felt that rushing feeling, and I whispered in her ear that I was close to cumming.

Her eyes never left the car. “Cum for me… please cum for me…”

I exploded inside of her. She wailed and took it deep. Afterwards, gasping and panting, she grabbed me by the dick, pulled me alongside her and bowed to the car.

She played with herself the entire drive back to my place. She even tried playing with me, but I warned her it would be a minute. Back home, we fucked again, a little more tenderly this time. Although when she lifted her dress, I saw two deep marks where the railing had pressed into her thighs. It took three days for those marks to go away. I should know, I saw her naked every day for the next week.

(Part of this is a post from my old account, which I deleted about a year ago.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hx35i0/my_time_as_a_professional_dom_leah