My [F] First CNC experience

A few summers ago, when I was 25, I was really struggling with a fantasy of mine and how to play it out, and honestly if I wanted to play it out at all. I was talking to this guy online for a while, we were sharing fantasies, experiences, and honestly just having some decent conversation. He was in his early 40s, married, quite handsome, and fun to talk to. At the start of our conversation, I found that he traveled often for work, and would love to meet up with me at some point. I welcomed the possibility in the future.

One night we were talking about some pretty deep shit, past sexual abuse, and how I felt about it. I told him things I never told anyone before. I actually came to a few realizations as I talked to him. I’m not going to get into it all, but in a nutshell, we came out of the conversation with me yearning for something I struggled with in the past.

He told me he could make it happen. Safely.

For the next week that was all I could think about. We kept chatting over that week, and he started asking me all kinds of things about my routine, where I worked, where I lived, etc.

I played along, and told him everything he wanted to know. It excited me. I don’t know how to describe it. I was constantly turned on. Then at the end of that week, he messaged me, asking if I wanted to make it happen. At the time it might have been a rash decision, but quickly said yes.

Next he told me he’d be in town next week for a few days. I remember asking him when, and clearly remember him saying, do you really want me to tell you?

I didn’t. The thought of it drove me even more crazy. We chatted for just a little while longer, agreed upon a safe word, and then told me he’d see me next week.

I didn’t hear anything from him in days. The thought of not knowing when he’d show up kept me in a constant state of hornyness. I didn’t veer from my routine at all that week. By Thursday, I still hadn’t heard from him, and was honestly starting to think nothing would come of it… but that night, when I was on a run, he found me.

Every night during the summer, I went on a run along a trail through the woods along a stream near my apartment. I was a mile and a half through my run, when I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist, and carried me off the trail. It completely caught me off guard. I even screamed, but his strong hand quickly covered my mouth.

It was happening.

My instincts kicked in, and I tried to fight back, but his hold on me was extremely strong.. He dragged me a couple hundred feet off the trail into a clearing, and tossed me on the ground.

He was an animal. Brutal. He ended up ripping my top off, literally, and put a decent tear in my shorts.

Holding me down on the ground, he savagely explored my body. I remember my nipples being so hard they hurt when his palms were grasping my tits.

On his knees on top of me, straddling me, he pulled down his shorts. His hand that was over my mouth was quickly replaced by his cock. I vividly remember him looking down at me as I was literally gasping for air, only letting me breathe when he let me.

It felt like he was on top of me for an hour, but really, as I later found out, was only for a few minutes. Finally he got up, and straddled my legs, rubbing his cock between my legs. I was still trying to catch my breath, but the sensations I was feeling were overwhelming.

It wasn’t long before he entered me. I let out a muffled scream as his hand found his way over my mouth yet again. I was his. There was nothing I could do to stop the situation. Honestly the safe word never even crossed my mind. I was in the moment. Deep in the moment. I came three times while he was onto me, in a span of 10-15 minutes.

By the end, I literally felt like a rag doll, laying on the ground. Sore, residual pleasure still coursing through every nerve in my body. That’s when he came. He pulled out, and shot a massive load all over my chest and face.

And that was it. He stood up, put his shorts back on, and left. Leaving me there. Just how he left me.

I spent the next couple minutes there on the ground, recovering.

It was pretty dark by now, just a nearly full moon shining through the forested area. I noticed a plastic shopping bag a few feet away. Inside was a basic t-shirt and a small pair of sweatpants. Thoughtful, I know, but it was a nice touch.

When I got home, I played the memory through my head dozens of times. When I finally fell asleep, I slept, crazy hard.

Just so you know, he called the next day to make sure I was ok. And yeah, I ended up going to his hotel that night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/o7xmnc/my_f_first_cnc_experience