I [F20] used my safeword for the first time [FM]

This is part 2 of a single night. It’s not necessary to read the first part, but it’s [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j5rpre/we_just_couldnt_wait_any_longer_fm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share) if you’d like to.

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This story starts in the arms of my boyfriend, both of us still naked from the preceding sex. It’s getting late and I should be leaving, but it’s been so long since we’ve gotten to lay together and talk, so neither of us wanted to break that.

I remembered the spanks he gave me in reverse cowgirl and started to inspect my was cheeks, hoping they’d left a mark. Sure enough, on both sides there were red outlines of his fingers. Noticing my appreciation, he suggests leaving more, and I don’t protest.

*Slap*. I squealed. That hurt more than I expected today.

*Slap*. Another squeal. I cover my ass in protection to stop him from planting more, all the while knowing that he’s stronger than I am, and he could move me if he wanted.

He wanted. Some play wresting starts as he tries to grab my arm and I try to keep myself protected.

“No, stop!” I say, but it’s always fun play fighting with him. Its fun because I know I’ll lose, and get punished for disobedience.

“Stop!” I continue to exclaim as he has my arm under control now. “Ow!” I don’t know why I’m even saying ow, because it doesn’t hurt at all. He never hurts me except in ways that I want him to.

Now he’s got me restrained with his body, and he can do whatever he wants. I keep expecting him to land another stinging spank, but he doesn’t. The anticipation is killing me, I flinch every time he moves. He lightly taps me, and I jump as if it were hard. Leaving me in suspense like that is turning me on, I just want to kiss him again.

He places another gentle tap, and I grab his neck to draw him in for a kiss, but just before he meets me, he lands another painful slap on my ass. I think I could’ve almost cried in pain, but it made me all the more passionate, wanting that kiss.

“You should get dressed,” he tells me after we draw apart, and I know he’s right, but I still don’t want to leave. And worse yet, now I wanted him more again.

“2 more minutes,” I beg. It was an arbitrary time frame, I just wanted something more.

“What do you want?” He asks, but I can’t answer him, and no matter how much he tries to get it out of me, there still wouldn’t be an answer because I didn’t know.

He decides to spend that 2 minutes going down on me, which of course, doesn’t stick to the time frame. As soon as he starts, the pleasure comes, and he enjoys him self too much to stop right away either.

I feel something building up inside me, and I find myself begging him to make me orgasm, like the whore sub I am. “Please,” I beg. But I can’t make it over the edge this time and I eventually get him to stop.

As I’m finally beginning to put my clothes on, while still laying on the bed, he decides to grab the vibrator. I’m on my side, and he sits by my back, giving himself and the vibrator easy access to my pussy. I quickly drop the underwear I was about to put on as it touches me and I melt into the bed.

He doesn’t keep it on my clit though, which is almost a blessing because with what follows, the intensity would be been way more than I could handle. Instead, he inserts it into my pussy and starts moving it around, like he’s fucking me with it.

This. This was a whole other feeling. A whole other world. It’s like the feeling of really good sex that’s hitting all the right spots, coupled with the effects of the vibration too. It’s amazing.

“Can you go harder to–” I start to breathe out. *…to see how it feels*. But the rest of the sentence doesnt make it out before I can’t breathe. I’m clawing at the sheets, finding handfuls to put in my mouth and scream into.

“Stop,” I whisper. He doesn’t stop. “No more, please stop,” I’m whimpering into the sheets.

I’ve never used our safe word before. Him ignoring my pleas to stop is a new thing, because despite my interest in it, he never was. So this was hot. Knowing I could beg all I wanted, but there was nothing I could do to stop him fucking me with the vibrator. It was hot, and god damn was it fucking intense.

I tried to ride it out; I wondered if he was planning on stopping at some point, or if he was waiting for me to legitimately tap out. The waves of orgasms washed over me. I lost count of how many. I could barely think, and I definitely couldn’t speak.

Finally, it all became too much for the night. “Red,” I breathed, and he stopped, it stopped.

We collapse into more kisses, and reluctantly check the time. I definitely should’ve left an ago, and he should be sleeping for work tomorrow.

Half an hour, he tells me. He says it’s been half an hour that he’s been vibe torturing me for. As usual we lost track of time together, because it didn’t feel anywhere near that long.

Before I get dressed for real this time, he cleans up the creamy grool from my pussy, and then it’s finally time for me to drive home.

I have so little energy that the first time I try to stand up, my legs buckle under my weight, and I’m back on the bed again. It’s an effort to walk back to the car, but I make it home safely.

Totally worth it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j8jhrn/i_f20_used_my_safeword_for_the_first_time_fm