My (F31) Exploration Into Free Use Kink With Stranger (M45)

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Part 1

My name is Lea. I am a 31-year-old ginger woman who works as an accountant. Standing at 5’3 I have always been a tiny voice who kept quiet. Now I am a curvy woman, who is not overweight but a little chubby. Many men liked me for my large 36DD breasts that were milky white and sprinkled with freckles across my chest. Even though I was short, my proportions were always extra curvy to make up for it. Being a shy girl, I did not always appreciate the attention it drew out of men so I dressed like a librarian or teacher. Always a modest lady.

After my 30th birthday, I began to feel like the fun years of being adventurous had passed me by. I was single with no children after spending my 20’s being too shy to get close with any man for too long. Over the years I only had a handful of relationships that lasted long-term. Most of the time we lost interest in each other after a couple of months. I had always been a shy girl and hoped I would have grown out of it as an adult. Unfortunately, I did not.

There had been about eight men that I had slept with over the years of me being wild. If you can even say that about my sex life. I had not done too much outside of the normal with men since I preferred it that way in the past. The craziest sexual experience I had was having sex in the bathroom of an empty movie theater. A part of me wondered if there was more left inside to be explored.

A few months before my 31st birthday I discovered a new genre of erotica online. Scrolling through Reddit, I found a story about a wife and husband having a “free use” kink. I had never heard of it but the first few paragraphs captured my attention. Reading into the story I found out that the kink was basically the idea of someone taking full control of your body to use it in any way they like. Being a submissive woman I was turned on by the idea and quickly found myself orgasming before getting to the end of the story.

Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself reading more of the “free use” tagged stories online. They did not take long to become one of my go-to searches when in the mood. The fantasy made its way into my dirty dreams even. I could not seem to get the idea of it out of my head. Some of the stories were too rough or dark for me but sometimes that was just what I wanted from them.

After a couple of months of reading those kinds of stories, I found myself paying someone online for a commissioned piece of work. I paid a young college girl a hundred bucks to write me a short story for personal use. We talked for nearly an hour to make sure all the details were settled before she wrote it custom for me.

The story involved me meeting a man at a bar who was very dominant during a one-night stand. He seemed to use me just to get off before leaving without making me climax too. A few days later he showed up at my house unexpectedly at night and wanted to go for round two. Shyly I let him in and he used me the same way. The stranger left for a second time without even giving me his name. That turned into his move. He would show up unannounced anytime. Then he would fuck me and leave. We never talked or even got closer than the sex.

The custom story was perfect. For a little while, it scratched that urge for my newfound kink. I kept reading the stories and occasionally would purchase a custom piece of work. Months went by before I felt I could no longer pretend with the stories. I needed to be used for real. Many men crossed my mind as possible partners but none stuck out as special in my mind. I figured I would have to wait until I was able to find a dominant man on my own.

Over the years I would always swipe through online dating apps. Sometimes I would find someone good enough to chat with for a while but since I was not down for hooking up, it cut off a lot of the traffic on my account. It had turned into something to do when I needed to pass time or was bored. Until one night when I was on an app before bed. I was horny but none of the stories were getting me off that night. On the app, I came across an odd account that stuck out as I blindly swiped.

There was a 45-year-old man whose picture was a man dressed up in a polo and khaki pants like any other dad. The part that caught my eye was that he was holding a leash in his hand but it had no dog on the end. Reading through his profile I learned that he was a man who recently got divorced after 25 years together. He now was looking for something semi-casual where he could be the dominant partner who takes full control.

Where his name was supposed to be, his profile only said “Daddy.” I liked how confident and reassured in his dominance fetish he was online. His face was not even hidden. Something about his profile made me click that I was interested. I did not know if he would like mine back but I gave it a shot. Then I finally went to bed for the night.

When I woke up for work the next morning, I had one notification from the app on my phone. I opened the app to see that he had accepted my profile as a match. He had already even sent me a message. The man online asked if I was a real account. It was from a few hours before but I responded to him, “I promise I am a real woman.” Then I got out of bed to take a shower before work. As I was washing myself, I heard the ding of my phone. It subconsciously made me hurry along with my shower.

After I got out, I read his message, “Sorry, I just get a lot of fake accounts messaging me. Not so many real ones since I am so upfront about my intentions.” I liked the way he handled the situation and stayed confident about why he did things his own way. I responded, “Your profile is unique but it caught my eye so I figured I would click match.” I got dressed for work and made a cup of coffee while waiting for him to respond.

He messaged back saying, “So, you like what you saw on my profile?” It was hot the way he got flirty so fast. That showed me he was not one to be shy like me. I would never have the nerve to flirt with someone first so soon. Less than a minute passed before I responded back, “I have been learning that I am a very submissive woman and learning how to use it in life.” I hoped that my responses were not too fast and sounding desperate. I had to ignore his next reply while driving to work.

When I got to work we continued chatting all day as we learned more about each other. It was easy to see that were had much in common and were hitting it off. Even without the fetishes, we seemed to share. I learned all about him as we messaged back and forth. He owned a successful company so he did not work much anymore. It seemed like he was wealthy and a happy man even after the divorce. The man online was open about much of his life so it made it easier for me to do the same.

Our flirting texts turned to phone calls over the next few nights. It did not take long to feel like we knew each other personally. We talked about everything in our lives, both good and bad over the first couple of weeks. I was starting to fall for the man. One of my favorite parts was that he said I did not get to learn his real name yet so I was forced to keep calling him Daddy. It was his contact name even on my phone.

Then one night it started to change into more than that. We started talking about how we got into our submissive and dominant fetishes in life. I told him I was always shy and submissive but recently found out I really enjoyed something called a “free use” kink. When I explained it he seemed interested and had even tried some of it in the past without knowing it had a name. He said that he was always a man seeking power both in work and life so it had to make it to his sexual life too. It was simple but I got what he meant by the answer.

That same night he asked me to finally meet for dinner the next night. I quickly agreed even though I was desperately nervous about meeting someone I liked so much already. I gave him my address and spent the next day preparing after work. It was not only enough that I shaved every inch of my body hair but I also picked out a sexy dress to wear out to dinner. I decided to wear a sexy black thong and a black bra that made my boobs look massive. The dress hugged my curvy little body perfectly.

When Daddy showed up, I stood waiting on the porch wearing a green dress with my curly red hair up in a bun. I wear light makeup to accent my green eyes and plump pink lips. My freckles popped in my outfit that night. He admired my body as he walked up to the porch to pick me up for our date. In-person he was even sexier. Daddy must have been about 6’3, a whole foot taller than me. My heels only helped a little. His body looked to be in great shape under his white dress shirt and black slacks. “You are looking beautiful tonight Lea,” he told me before taking my hand to walk me to the car.

It was not a far drive to the place he was taking me to dinner. We made small talk in the car. At the restaurant, he requested a private booth so we could get to know each other better. They were able to give us one in the corner with no one within a few tables of us. He did not take the menus. Instead, he fully ordered for both of us. A man had never done that before but I liked the powerful move. He nailed the order too. All were things I may have ordered myself.

While we waited for them to return we started chatting more. It did not take long before it got dirty. Daddy leaned over to ask me, “So am I as good-looking as my pictures?” He was teasing but I liked how cocky he was about it. It was my first date with a man nearly 15 years older than me. Before that, the biggest gap was 4 years. I nodded and blushed as I agreed that he looked good. He grabbed my hand and said, “I am just glad you were the same girl from the pictures honestly. You never know who you are really talking to online.”

Our food came as we talked further. When the dessert came, he fed me bites of the chocolaty treat as he casually brought up our fetishes. He did not beat around the bush, “Were you serious about wanting the same thing I wanted? A relationship where we are loyal to each other but I would have all the power? You would be willing to fully submit to me?” I was a little shocked as I wiped the chocolate from my lips. For a moment I stopped to think if I really wanted it.

Then I leaned in close to his ear to whisper, “I think you are a great guy and I am willing to explore a dominant relationship with you daddy.” I said his name with an extra sultry voice. As I sat back against my booth seat, he was looking at me with so much passion. I just wanted to kiss him there in the restaurant but I controlled myself. He took fed me another bite as he said to me, “I would like to start a relationship where you are sexually submissive to me at all times. You would in turn be considered my girlfriend if you agree but will be expected to obey me. At first, I will allow you a training period but you must learn. Do you accept, thus giving me full ownership of your body?”

Hearing him ask me was like I was in another one of my horny dreams. I was practically moaning as I replied, “Daddy you own me. You can take me however you like from now on. Anytime you request my services, I will be there to satisfy.” The words came out of me naturally as if I had said them many times before. He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me in close. Daddy told me, “You will serve me well.” Then he kissed me for the first time. There was more passion in that one kiss than in all of my past relationships combined. I was willing to submit to him right there.

Daddy did not ask for anything more than a sexy kiss during our first date. On the ride home, he teased me by groping my huge breasts over the dress. I tried to let him do more by spreading my legs. I gave him all the signs but he did not make a move. At first, I worried he was already being shy but when arrived at my house I learned why. As he parked the car, his hand trailed down from my breast to my thigh. He moved his big hand up the soft inner thigh until I felt him graze across my panties. His fingers must have felt the heat radiating from between my legs but he snapped his hand away from my crotch.

“You are not getting that much in one night from me,” Daddy stated before giving me one last kiss. He got out of the car to walk me to my door like a gentleman. I had never been so teased and complimented by manners at one time before. Before I went inside I asked, “Do you need anything else from me tonight?” He chuckled softly. Then he told me, “You need it too much right now. Actually, it is a good first test.” His hand was placed on my boob just above my heart. I waited for him to do something further. Daddy smiled as he said, “Your heart is racing so to prove your worth, how about you try not to touch yourself tonight. I expect you to be honest with me tomorrow when I ask too. Goodnight.”

After I shut the door I could not believe how alive I felt after the first date. It was all I had expected and more. The only thing I would have wanted was to have rough sex but he was the one in control. I was horny but too eager to obey to think of touching myself on the first night. It was tough getting to bed without orgasming but I managed to get by.

The next day I woke up to a text early in the morning. It was Daddy asking if I was a good girl last night. I responded the moment I woke up, “I did not break your rules. It was hard but I was a good girl for you.” I was already at work when he messaged me back. Luckily, I had my own cubicle since I did not know if he might send something sexual. Daddy responded, “Glad to hear it but you still seem too eager. Maybe another night of not touching yourself with calm you down.”

Hearing that for the second day in a row was not too pleasing but I figured he had a reason. I replied, “If you say so, Daddy.” He told me I did not seem too enthusiastic but I ensured him I was just going to have to get used to not getting to orgasm whenever I want. That seemed to please him as he told me, “I am glad to hear you say that. It is better to start adjusting quickly.” The possible threat turned me on at work. It was a nice change from the normal boredom. The rest of the day I thought about not orgasming because he told me.

A second night of obeying was a little more difficult but I got through it for him. He praised me with compliments after hearing the second night was a success. Then he had his first request from me. He ordered me to take off my panties and send him a picture of me smelling them. In my little box of an office, it was not going to be fully private. That was part of the excitement even though I prayed that I did not get caught. I quietly slipped the panties out from under my skirt.

They were a pair of white cotton underwear that I held to my nose as I took a sexy selfie. I was a little hesitant to send it but knew I needed to prove it to Daddy somehow. He responded to the picture telling me that I was being a very good girl but I needed to keep them off the rest of the day. It was not easy since he was making me so wet for being dirty but I obeyed. All day the cool breeze would surprise me when it hit my wet lips.

By the time I was getting off work, I was so horny that I could have masturbated in the car ride home. I decided to wait until I got home to ask my master for permission. He had me holding off for two days already, there was no way he expected me to wait longer. When I pulled up to my house, I texted him on the way inside. A few seconds after I got inside, I heard a notification my phone and the doorbell ring at the same time.

I checked the message on the way to answer the door. It read, “No, you can not masturbate tonight either.” The reply had me a little disappointed as I opened the door to see who was there. To my surprise, it was Daddy. He was standing on my porch smiling when I opened the door. I greeted him as I gestured for him to come inside, “Hey, I was not expecting you at all.” He walked inside without saying anything to me. When I closed the door he turned back to face me.

His eyes looked lustful as he asked, “Are you wearing your panties? I was outside waiting when you came in so I know you did not have time to change.” I was not expecting his question. Hell, I was not even expecting to see him tonight. Slowly I lifted my skirt to show him that I was not wearing any panties. Then I told him, “They are still in my purse. I obeyed you.”

Daddy seemed happy to hear that I was taking the relationship seriously. I remembered that he hated the women who faked it when not in person. He pushed me up against the wall as we started deeply kissing. His hand pinned me against it by gripping my neck. It was a little harder to breathe but I did not mind. All I needed was for him to be the one in control. I barely knew the man but I trusted him with my life, I felt safe when I was with him.

My skirt was still hiked up when I felt his boner growing against my thigh. It was pressing through his pants while we kissed. I wanted to be a good girl so I started moving my hips against his thigh. It was all I could do since he had me pinned to the wall. Daddy grinned while saying, “If you are going to tease me then pull it out. My hands instantly went towards his pants. As quickly as I could, I got the hard cock out of his pants.

It was as if I needed his dick to survive. He released the tight grip on my neck as he ordered me, “Get down there and suck my dick.” I did not need to be told twice. My mouth was salivating for his cock. He had made me wait until I was so horny I would crave any dick around. Daddy watched as I wrapped my wet lips around his erection. His dick twitched as my tongue swirled around the tip before taking it in deeper. When it hit the back of my throat I realized how large he was. His cock was thicker than most men. It must have been around 8 inches in length as it filled my mouth and still had plenty left outside.

The look he gave me as I sucked his cock was perfect. It made me feel like a slut but it made me feel like I was HIS slut. My pink lips worked up and down his shaft better as I adjusted to his size. I tried my best to take in all of it but it was just too large for my little mouth. A few times I gagged myself which caused my eyes to water. Daddy grabbed onto the back of my head as he said, “Your mascara is running down your cheek from being slut.” I moaned out as I kept going, now with him in control.

He held onto the back of my head tightly before starting to thrust his hips forward. Daddy slammed against my throat a few times before he let me breathe. I coughed and gagged the first few times he released me. By the fourth time, I was able to withstand it. Tears dripped down my cheeks with black makeup but I did not mind it at all. His hips started going harder causing my face to turn as red as my hair.

Daddy grunted out, “Pull out those big tits, I am about to cum.” I fumbled my buttons at first but got them exposed for him just in time for the eruption. His warm cum sprayed out across my cleavage. My fair white skin glistened as it was coated in a layer of cum. Daddy let his dick hang over my fat boobs until it finished dripping out. I could feel the warm load running down between my breasts before he shook out the last of it.

I was surprised when he put away his dick and zipped his pants back up. “That is all I needed you for tonight. And I think you can handle one more night without an orgasm Lea.” He must have seen my disappointment because he pulled me back to my feet by my hair. Our lips briefly met before he turned my head to whisper in my ear, “Can you be a good girl for Daddy one more night?” His voice was so seductive in my ear. I did not want to but I moaned out that I would be a good girl.

When his hand let go of my hair he fixed his clothes before walking right back out my door. I was so horny that my pussy felt like it was burning after sucking his cock. The fact that he had just left like all my fantasies was great but the fact he did not even let me orgasm made it perfect. I felt like a good little slut as the cum dried on my chest. My body was barely clothed and a mess after he finished with me. After a shower, it took me hours to fall asleep without masturbating. Daddy had me craving him like oxygen, he was all I felt that I needed to keep going.

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