The Night I Realized I Was A Dom (True Story) [25M] [MF]

This all happened a looong time ago, back when I was 20. I was living in my first solo apartment and was finally in a steady enough relationship as to where I could deeply explore sex. My girlfriend at the time was 18 and in her first semester of college. Her mind and person was extremely malleable, but I had no idea just how malleable.

We had been sexually active together for about a month, but it had been full of those awkward first encounters where we were both too nervous to enjoy it, and way too inexperienced to blow each other’s mind. We still enjoyed each other all the same though.

Well. For the most part.

I was really starting to learn her body. I knew her right nipple was extremely sensitive, only second to her g-spot, the location of which was second nature to me at that point. I knew that if she was having trouble getting wet, all I had to was press myself against her back and breathe on her neck. With the combination of all this knowledge and us getting more comfortable with each other, I was able to make her cum over, and over, and over. At first it was exhilarating. I get off on getting my partner off. I don’t finish until you do. The feeling of you clenching tighter and tighter around my cock until you flood my pelvis, feeling your insides spasm and twitch, your sharp gasps for air and your nails digging into my back… it’s euphoric. But at some point, I too need my release.

I’m a gentleman. I have the utmost respect for women. I honor their wishes and don’t pressure them into anything they don’t want to do, both in sex and out of it. Our sex had been very vanilla up to this point. It wasn’t wild, it wasn’t intense, it was extremely straight forward and consisted of a whole hell of a lot of missionary. No words were spoken. No one told the other what to do and what not to do. There was no hair pulling, no biting, no name calling, no taunting, no nothing. I was starting to get extremely bored. We would fuck till she came and then keep going to try and finish myself, but after a few orgasms she would have to stop and I would be left to fend for myself. For awhile, that was okay. But one night I just snapped.

We had just tried a new position, and it was REALLY potent. After eating her out, I had laid her on her side, moved her top leg out in front of her and ran her bottom leg between my legs. It lined up her g spot perfectly. I could feel myself hitting it every time I slammed my pelvis against hers. With this position, I had given her a steady stream of orgasm for nearly ten minutes. I honestly don’t know how many she had because they all started to blur together, leaving her in a constant state of pulsing and twitching. She had to muster up the strength to slap my stomach to get me stop because she couldn’t even form words. I pulled myself out of her and stepped back off the bed to grab my breath. After I wiped the sweat from my eyes, I looked at her and took in the sight.

There she was, the entire bottom half of her body glistening from her own juices. She was a literal puddle. Unable to move, just curled up in a ball, biting her lip, twitching, shaking…. I was livid.

Why couldn’t she do that for me? Why didn’t she yearn to take away my ability to stand? Why wasn’t she fighting to fuck the soul out of my body?? All these thoughts were racing through my mind, and before I even realized what I was doing, I found myself back on the bed slamming her from behind. I had pulled her up onto her knees and shoved her face down into the pillow. The sight of ripples being sent through her ass with each thrust drove me absolutely insane. The back of her thighs were nearly cold as ice and stuck to my skin as I would retract my pelvis. We had never tried doggy before and I have no idea why. Her pussy was gripping my penis in ways it never had before. She was so wet and so slick that her lips couldn’t possibly have any grip on me, yet she somehow had the tightest grip she had ever had. Instead of the head of my cock slamming into her g-spot, I was now literally bottoming out inside of her.

I had struck gold.

She had always moaned and squeaked, but the noises she was making now were 100% beyond her control. They were barbaric. As much as I loved it, I wanted her to form words. I wanted her to express to me how grateful she was that I could ruin her like this. Without missing a beat, I wrapped her thick brown hair around my hand and pulled her up so she couldn’t muffle herself in the pillow. I told her to tell me how much she loved my dick, to tell me how much she needed it. She could only form two audible syllables, “I” and “Luh.”

Looking back it was hot as hell that I was able to do this to her, but in the moment I genuinely wasn’t pleased. I had been neglected for so long that I needed her to understand what she had done to me. My other hand moved from her waist to the front of her throat, and I pulled her up to me. Her back against my stomach, her face next to mine, the head of my penis firmly pressed against the end of her vagina. She was trying to scream, but between my hand around her neck and her mouth full of saliva, the only sound she could make was a weak, choked yip.

“Say it” I whispered it into her ear only once, and her body, once again, gave in to orgasm. Her saliva ran down her chin and onto my hand. Her vagina clenched onto me with a grip so hard, it actually hurt me. Her juices were like a steady flow, running down my balls and into the sheets. I released her throat so she could catch her breath, and she fell completely limp. If I were to let go of her, she would collapse back into a ball.

So I did.

She fell back into her ball. Into the mess she had made. I hovered over her, watching her breathe. Her saliva still coating my hand and her juices dripping from my penis. After what felt like an eternity, she started to murmur and actual word. I put a hand on the back of her head and leaned down, my ear next to her mouth.

“Please”

It was a weak whisper.

“Please what?”

Her body shuttered again from what I assume to be yet another orgasm, and then finally opened her eyes and looked into my soul. She mustered up what strength she had left and kissed me as deeply as she could, then said,

“Cum”

I laid down beside her and realized how cold and wet the bed was. She had been laying in this long enough, so I lifted her on top of me and pulled her thighs forward to get her into the cowgirl position. I reached between her legs and rubbed my cock against her swollen slit, before slowly sliding back into her. The feeling of her laying on top of me was so nice. I could feel her stomach move with every breath. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, so soft and warm, her mouth was right night to my ear and with each thrust, she murmured my name.

It was at this point that I realized what I had done to her, and for a split second I was terrified and full of regret. She had asked me to stop over half an hour ago, and I didn’t. I mounted her again and kept going, purely for selfish reasons. But because of that, I put her into a whole new world of pleasure. Something she never would have experienced had I not. She was completely cock drunk… off of me. I had her limp and completely out of control. Literally all she could do was orgasm and murmur my name. With the combination of that thought finally registering and my rapid stroking of her swollen, leaking vagina, I was finally on the brink of cumming.

I finally got to whisper those sweet words into her ear. “Babe…. Babe, you’re about to make me cum.” She pulled her head up and placed her forehead against mine, her hands on each side of my face. She started to kiss me, and the murmuring of my name had changed to “Fill me… fill me…”

That was the final bit of encouragement I needed. I could feel my sack tighten around my balls. My cock had never been so hard. My heart beat was filling my ears, and before I knew it, I couldn’t breathe. I could feel my ropes of cum being sucked out of my sack and through my shaft. One pulse, two pulse, three pulse… I was beginning to feel my cum seeping out of her and down my shaft. Four pulse, five pulse, six… she was praising me, thanking me for my cum while I was pumping her full of it. Seven pulse, eight… I had lost count. She had started kissing me wildly. My cum had given her a new life. She had started to gently grind me throughout my orgasm, causing my cum to leak out even more. I could feel it being smeared across my pelvis, making a much stickier mess than with her juices alone.

It was so fucking hot

When all was said and done, we just laid there trying to catch our breath, my penis still inside of her, growing softer and softer until I eventually slid out of her, releasing a river of my cum to run down onto me and down my balls. I reached down to rearrange myself to a more comfortable position resulting in costing my fingers in my own cum. I pulled my hand back up and told her to lick me clean. She took my fingers in her mouth and curled her tongue around each one, sucking all the cum off and swallowing every bit. When she was done, she looked me in the eye and said…

“You own me now. Do with me what you want, when you want, how you want. You just broke me.

From this point on. I would evolve deeper into my role of a Dom, and she would submit to me further and further. But for that night, she moved off top of me and slid to my side, and we laid there in our pool of juices, her pointer finger running through my chest hair, and slowly fell asleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k8wm4c/the_night_i_realized_i_was_a_dom_true_story_25m_mf