This is a story about one particularly memorable afternoon a few months ago with a man who is hands down the best lover I have ever had. The chemistry between us was absolutely electric. It’s a miracle we ever managed to keep our clothes on when we were in the same room – and often enough, we didn’t. The sex was mindblowing every single time. Even after years of fucking multiple times a week, it never got old. He fulfilled some of my deepest fantasies, and it was obvious that he loved using me just as much as I loved being used.
We had already fucked once that day, but with his cum dripping out of my pussy and soaking through my thong, I could already feel the tension building again that I knew meant it wasn’t going to be enough. At this point we were sharing a couch, so I slid over and kissed him. Two minutes later I was straddling him and I could feel his cock getting hard again under me. At some point between sloppy kisses, muffled moans, and an awful lot of grinding against each other, we agreed that it was time to take it to bed.
By the time we made it into the bedroom, most of our clothes were already off. He threw the pillows and blankets off the bed and ordered me to lie down and spread my legs. I asked face up or face down and he told me face down, so I finished stripping, making sure to take my time taking my bra off and bending over at the waist as I slid the cum-soaked thong down my legs, and laid down on the bed. I knew what was coming, so I spread my arms and legs for him. I’m nothing if not an obedient slut.
He grabbed the restraints and wrapped them around my wrists and ankles, taking his time with each one. I was already soaking wet from the cum dripping out of me, but being naked, spreadeagled on the bed as he tied me down, got me even wetter. Nothing gets me worked up like being completely naked, tied down, completely at the mercy of the man who commanded me to get on the bed. I lay there waiting as he finished taking his clothes off, seeing little more than the headboard, unable to move any part of my body. Feeling the air of the room moving over my exposed cunt, wet with his cum from hours ago and my own renewed arousal, I was practically trembling with desire.
As I heard his pants hit the floor, I tensed up in anticipation of his touch. I felt him get on the bed and grab my ass. And then I felt his rock-hard cock pressed against me, and I completely melted, as I only ever did for him. He slid into me, slowly at first, and I couldn’t help but moan. A long time ago, he had told me that I should keep quiet so the neighbors don’t hear, but that had rapidly gone out the window and at this point, I couldn’t keep quiet if I tried. His cock made me feel alive and as he buried himself in my already well-used but still utterly desperate cunt, I felt my body tense around him and couldn’t suppress the moan that had been building in me.
My legs spread, powerless to resist him, his hands grabbing my ass, he started thrusting into me, slow at first, but gradually building into the hard, fast rhythm that drove me absolutely wild. He fucked me so hard and fast that I couldn’t think about anything but the sensation in my cunt, the building tension and my ever-increasing wetness. I wanted him to fuck me even harder, but tied down as I was, I couldn’t do anything but beg him to please, please use me like the slut I am. And use me he did. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t form coherent thoughts. I had absolutely no control. I was overwhelmed with sensation, begging for more, desperate to be filled and used.
After pounding me for a while, he pulled out of my pussy. The next thing I knew, he made his way to the head of the bed, and his cock, which may as well have been made of marble at this point, was filling my view. There are few things I like more than sucking a cock that just came out of my pussy, and I didn’t hesitate. I started by licking up and down his cock, making sure I made my way down to give his balls adequate attention. I hungrily lapped up the taste of my cunt, ravenously working my way up and down his cock, making sure to take it into my throat until his entire shaft was buried in my mouth, every time. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and down his cock, using every inch of my mouth and throat to make himself even harder. Then he slid all the way into my throat, gagging me, and held me down until I was writhing, gasping for breath, and when he finally let me come up for air, he held my head back by my hair and admired the mess he had made of me and told me how much he loved seeing the cock-hungry expression still on my face.
He got up and walked back around to where my eager cunt was on display. The way he fucked my throat had made me even wetter and by now I could feel a sizable wet spot forming on the bed under me. He slid into me again and told me how much he loved using my tight, wet pussy. I could do nothing but moan in reply. He pressed his thumb against my asshole, and I couldn’t help but start thrusting my hips against him, as much as the restraints would let me. At this point I had absolutely no control. My whole body was trembling and all I could think about was how incredible getting used like this felt.
He kept playing with my asshole while he fucked me, and finally he asked if I wanted his cock in my ass. I was so out of my mind with pleasure that I couldn’t do anything but beg him to fill my ass. I was his anal slut and he knew it. He’d threatened before to not use any lube other than the wetness of my pussy, but he’d never actually done it. This time, I was so wet that he played with my clit for a few seconds, making me tremble again, then ran his fingers all the way over the sloppy wet mess of my pussy lips, and up to my ass, and I could tell it was going to be enough.
He got on top of me and slowly slid into me. Between the sensation of my ass being stretched around his cock, and the way he growled into my ear about how tight my ass is, I was done for. In that moment, I belonged completely to him. I was shaking and writhing under him, making incoherent noises that were somewhere between moans, whimpers, begging for more, thanking him for using me. I have never felt so many incredible sensations at once.
The minutes he spent fucking my ass felt like hours. At a certain point, I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was spent and exhausted from the fucking earlier in the day and from being stretched by the restraints. As much as I loved the way he was using my ass, I just could not handle it, and somehow through the erotic haze I was in, I manged to ask him to give me a break. He obliged, and left me tied down on the bed as he went to take a quick shower and clean up. It took me several minutes to come out of the trance-like state I was in and get my breathing under control.
He came out of the bathroom and spent a few minutes admiring the view. I can only imagine what I must have looked like by then. A light sheen of sweat from the exercise and arousal. My hair a mess from the times he’d grabbed it and used it to pull me onto his cock. My ass and pussy spread wide open for him, engorged from being so turned on all day, a dripping wet mess just inviting him to use me further. He walked over and gently tucked some stray hairs behind my ear, then I felt him get on the bed and my pussy twitched in anticipation for the hundredth time that day.
But instead of the sensation of his cock pressing against me, I was startled to feel him slap my open and desperate cunt. I was so shocked that I squealed and bucked my hips, reflexively trying to close my legs, but the restraints kept me spread open and he did it again and again, every time eliciting a squeal from me. My pussy was, incredibly, even wetter after this, and now that it was even more tender, he finally moved back up the bed and slid into me again. He grabbed my hair again as he fucked my cunt, pulling me back onto his cock with each thrust. I was so aroused that it felt like my entire body was on fire with the pleasure of getting used. I was his fuckdoll for the afternoon and I was loving every second of it.
Pretty soon he paused with his cock buried in me and shifted so that he was practically lying down on top of me, then he continued to fuck me, and as he started thrusting harder and faster, leveraging the new position, I knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled me with cum for the second time that day. He was pounding me so hard the bed was shaking, and I was moaning and begging him to fuck me harder. Then he groaned “oh fuck I’m gonna cum” and buried his cock in me, and I could feel him twitching as he filled me with cum again and collapsed on top of me.
He quickly pulled out of me and undid the restraints on my wrists and ankles, then lay back down beside me and held me in his arms. We lay there in silence for a while, an intertwined disheveled mess, covered in sweat and cum, panting as we tried to catch our breath. Eventually, we got up and took a shower together, complete with more making out and teasing touches. Somehow, we both managed to get dressed again, and prepared to move on with the rest of our days.
As I was heading out the door, I turned around and mentioned what a shame it was he didn’t get to fill my ass with cum that afternoon. “Next time,” he promised. He stayed true to his word.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p3o612/fm_tied_down_and_used_mercilessly
Incredibly well written. I enjoyed this.