Throughout college, I was lucky enough to have plenty of opportunities to explore my sexuality. My favorite finding was how much I love to be a good little sub for a nice strong master.
Well, my senior year I (22 then) was flipping through Tinder when I find a particularly attractive man. His profile said he was 25, and not much else. Of course, we matched. We started talking and the conversation quickly turned to sex. He said he was on the app looking for a submissive, and my slutty little heart fluttered.
I’d had a few experiences with doms while I was in school, and the thought of a new (and older one) was very exciting.
It came up that we both love dancing, so we set a date for the local salsa night to see how we vibed. It’s been a while, but I do remember I wore red, and tight black pants. As soon as he showed up, we were magnetized to each other. His body language was deliciously controlling as he’d place his hand on the small of my back to guide me through the crowd, then whipped me around in a series of spins, and even dips! As the night went on, the tension continued to build. Normally even with a date I will dance with several people, but he wouldn’t have me shared.
He firmly took my hand and said we would go back to my place now. After see the preview of how dominating he was while we were dancing, I excitedly agreed and followed along. My apartment was a short walk away, so it wasn’t long before we were alone. My roommate was at her boyfriend’s for the evening, so we sat down on the couch. We shared a little bit about ourselves. He said he was a psychology grad student, and not much else. He quickly got to asking about my limits, and if I was willing to do what he was about to ask of me. Everything about me said yes, please use me.
He told me to straddle him, and lightly grind on his already hard cock as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He then had me kneel on the floor, and pull down my shirt to expose my tits as I knelt and untied his shoe laces with my teeth, my ass in the air. Next I removed his belt, and opened his zipper, once again using only my mouth. I could feel the warmth of his cock through his pants and wanted to taste him. I asked politely if I could take him in my mouth, instead he scolded me for being a greedy whore and ordered me up onto his lap. He bent me over and pushed my face into the couch as he pulled off my pants. One spank after the other, I learned I would only speak when spoken to. Having learned my place, he put me back on my knees and presented me his cock. Eagerly, I took him in my mouth, unable to contain my moans as I bobbed up and down, feeling my nipples graze against his pants. On an up, I stopped for a moment and said how much I loved his cock. He quickly grabbed the back of my head and slammed my face onto his thigh. “Don’t stop there. What exactly do you love about it if you have so much to say?”. ~cue the writer needing to step away for a few minutes to masturbate~
I told him because it was beautiful, and because I knew it would make me feel so good when he fucked me. I guess he was unsatisfied with this answer, because he made me gag on his dick, and then slapped my tits before painting them with his hot cum. After a couple minutes he found his way to the bathroom and brought me a towel. I cleaned up, then laid my head on his lap for a while as he stroked my hair and told me I had passed, next time, he would kick things up a notch. Oh did he…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qovvbh/fm_i_was_a_good_toy_for_a_therapist_with_a_lot_of
I need part 2,3,4 etc.. its so hot
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