The first time I enjoyed CNC (MF)

This has been a cautiously navigated rabbit hole, for sure, and one that I never expected to enjoy as much as I do. I’m writing this up because my good slut has opened up to me about how much she needs and craves being used with no option for her to stop, and that she feels safe exploring that with me. I’m reminded of the first time I ever felt ok with going there with someone, so here it is.

Kim was a cook and a restaurant manager. I met her through an old friend who ended up owning a handful of restaurants. He and I got through college together making a lot of money serving a lot of food. I got away from that, but my buddy doubled down. He got into a sticky situation with one restaurant he’d taken over and had to gut the shady staff. He asked me to come help out with a few dinner rushes for a couple weeks while he hired new staff. I did, and Kim was his trusted manager.

She was all business, hardworking, and not my type. She didn’t flirt with me, and I didn’t flirt with her. I did flirt with one of the younger Hispanic servers, and we had a torrid affair that wasn’t known in the workplace. That’s another story. I only mention it because it ends up being important. All of this ends because my buddy staffs his place and I have less than no interest in working in food service. Kim and I don’t speak other than to say hello when we see each other in public once every few months.

Fast forward a year or more later, and I see Kim out at a bar I’m meeting a date at. She’s out with a younger girlfriend who’s extremely sexy. I noticed, in a big way. My date went well, and I ended up walking her home. No sex happened because she had kids at home, but it sure did in the future, and I was riding high on how good I felt about life. I walked back to the bar to get my car (I’d only had two drinks over a couple hours and felt ok about driving after walking). As I get back, Kim and her friend come out of the bar, very drunk. Her friend crosses the street yelling my name. Remember, she’s hot.

“You don’t remember me at all!!! I was so mad that you got with Serena and I had to hear about it.”

We ended up talking vaguely about her friend (the server I hooked with while helping my buddy out). I don’t kiss and tell, so I played it off. She wanted specifics, and I refused. Being in a great mood and a little horny, I joked that she would have to experience those things herself. She demanded that I give her my number, and then confirmed that her texts went through. All of this with Kim standing there.

The friend got into a cab and Kim laughed with me about how ridiculous she was, and how she only was out with her to blow off some steam from a rough work week. This was more social interaction in 5 minutes than she and I had ever had. It was… awkward haha. She wasn’t flirting with me, but she was funny and extremely witty. She joked about how she always knew about Serena because she “was all smiles and walked funny after the weekends you worked and it was just obvious you two had a connection.”

I wanted to get home and chill, and she said she was going to walk home, so I did the kind thing and offered her a ride. We ended up doing a drive by on the restaurant we briefly worked at together because we were telling stories. Quick detour then I pulled up at her place. We chatted a bit and she explained that she rented the MIL basement apartment in a nice house that was owned by a single mom in real estate.

At some point, Kim looked at me intensely and said, “fuck me.” Not in a way that was trying to seduce me. In a command sort of way. I straight up said, “I don’t think so,” and she climbed on top of me, repeating “fuck me” in a progressively more desperate voice. I had to work to fight her off, and she kept going. She never stopped saying “fuck me” while she tried to pull my cock out. She was strong, and I ended up with my hand around her throat, which took me aback somewhat.

I paused to consider where I was at, in an affluent neighborhood with my hand around a drunk woman’s neck. She smiled and leaned into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she said again “fuck meeee.” I took full pause, she put her hand over my hand, and lucidly looked me in the eyes. It was like she shifted from one role to another (because she did, I came to understand). She let me toss her back into the other seat, and we both got out of the car.

I put hands on her, took her pants to the ground, and pushed her on the hood of my car. Her hands held her up and she was bent over. I spanked her hard, and grabbed her neck again, asking her, “is this what you want, slut?” I wasn’t trying to be sexy, I was a little mad. She visibly shuddered with pleasure and just said “fuck me… please.” I told her to take me inside. She quickly went to pull her pants up and I said “no, leave them.” She instantly obeyed and, naked from the waist down, led me around the back of the house. There was some seriously cool landscaping along the path and I made her wait while I checked it out. She begged, “pleeeeease” and opened the door to her place.

When we got inside, it was on. My cock was in her throat within seconds, and it was a battle. As in, she would physically try to get what she wanted and I would overpower her, at which point she would squeal and moan. It was obvious that she wanted to submit. I had just never been one to be anything but a strong, pleading lover in the past, so I was conflicted. She was pissing me off, and it was a new turn on. I fucked her face like I never had to anyone, until I got too hard for that to work well. I shoved her over the arm of the couch and spanked her, hard. She said “yes, daddy,” which just pissed me off more. It was the first time I’d experienced someone calling me that sexually and it didn’t feel wrong, but it felt wrong that it didn’t feel wrong.

I proceeded to spank her as hard as I could, and she kept saying “thank you, daddy!” She was soaking wet at this point, and I shoved my thumb in her cunt. She pushed back into it, so I pulled it out and shoved it into her ass. She wasn’t getting what she wanted; she was getting what I wanted. She went limp, and I wasn’t gentle. I stopped after a few minutes and took my belt off. She wiggled and kept saying “fuck me,” which made me mad, so I held her head down and told her to shut the fuck up. I doubled my belt over and cracked it on her ass. She shuddered, hard, and cried out. I did it again, and again. I alternated cheeks and really tanned her ass. I felt like I was gaining the upper hand in the situation, haha.

I was rock hard at this point, and rubbed my cock head on her wetness while I held her head down with one hand. I told her, “you’re such a dumb slut,” and she said “yes, daddy, do whatever you want.” That really turned me on and I shoved the head of my cock into her cunt. Now, I’m very thick, and as turned on as she was, it wasn’t kind. She screamed, and I leaned back and watched her struggle as I made her take it. I held her by her hips and made her my fuck toy. It took me a while to work half of me into her, and she was determined. I slapped her ass as I thrust, not in a cute way. I was punishing her for making me be this rough. She never relented, though.

This freaked me out a tiny bit, and also pissed me off. I pulled her down to her knees on the floor, and grabbed her hair so she looked up at me. Sweaty, tears on her face, she smiled at me and I slapped her face with my cock. “Clean me off, you nasty slut.” She enthusiastically licked and sucked all over me, including my balls, which she obviously was trying to be too aggressive with. The thing is, I love rough play with my balls, so I shoved her face into them so she couldn’t breathe. She just kept tonguing them until I released her to catch her breath, and she worked me with both hands while she did.

I pulled her around to the couch by her hair, and I leaned back while she straight up worshipped me with her hands and mouth. I realized she still had her top on and asked her, “why is a dumb slut wearing clothes?” She tore everything off and got right back to sucking my balls. I leaned forward, grabbed her breast and roughly played with her njpple. She loved it. I squeezed, hard. She whimpered and kept giving my cock and balls her all.

After some time of this, I wanted to punish her cunt more, so I pulled her up by her hair, and tossed her onto her back. I pushed her knees into her chest and folded her in half, entering her in a deep thrust. She couldn’t breathe for a moment, and I pushed harder. Her whole existence (not just her body) gave in and opened up to me. I fucked her hard for a long time, like a rag doll. She took most of my cock, and my heavy balls were slapping on her ass, wet with her juices and sweat. I wasn’t considering what she needed at all (like I normally would), and I just used her exactly how it felt good.

A few times, I know I hurt her by how deep I was going and how I held her body. As much as she had pissed me off getting to this place, I don’t actually want to hurt a person, so I would try to back off from that when I noticed. Every single time, she would say “harder” or “use me, daddy.” She let me know that what she needed was to be taken and fully used. She came many, many times. She came with my cock in her, she came grinding on the floor while she sucked my balls, she came rubbing herself while I spanked her.

This went on for, no joke, hours. I take forever to cum, and don’t always cum when I have sex. I was determined to get mine this time. I fucked her in every position that I wanted to, and I ended up lashing her ass and tits with my belt quite a bit. I put it around her throat some, and used it to pull her around by. At one point, she tried riding me, but I was too aggressive to let her go for long because it was too much for her little fuck hole. I ended up rolling her forward onto her back, pulling it out, and stretching her ass with my thick cock head.

This is when she came hardest of all. I didn’t give her an option, and I’m not usually one for anal. I backed off after she came for a while, and she instantly whipped around to lick me clean and worship my cock and balls with renewed excitement. The night ended with her on her knees using her mouth while I stroked an honestly huge load onto her face. That’s also not usually something I do, but she was so proud of herself. She fell right over, and I slapped her ass and said “good girl.” I got up and got dressed. It didn’t seem right to talk, but I wasn’t embarrassed or feeling badly at all.

I locked her door behind me and went home to shower and sleep. Her pants and panties were still on the ground by my car. I took the panties and left her pants in the street.. I drove home with the windows down, laughed a little and shook my head. The next day, I got two messages of note. One was from the sexy girl I’d met her drinking with (many nudes, haha). The other was from a number I didn’t recognize with a different sort of pictures. It was Kim’s red neck, as well as her more roughly colored ass, tits, and thighs. All from a number I didn’t recognize. It just said, “I hope it’s ok that I asked Scott for your number. I told him that I’d seen you and you’d mentioned someone I should hire.”

Over the next few days, she would send more pictures as her bruises progressed. I eventually replied “good girl.” We shared some more intense nights, and it was always in that headspace. If I saw her in public, it was friendly and professional, if anything. No one knew what a fuck slut she was for me. Well, until I shared her holes with my buddy. That’s material for other stories, though.

That night/morning was a remarkable experience that I’ve reflected on a lot, and while I don’t crave going to those places, some women have enjoyed a bit of that from me. Now, I’m trying to decide how deep to go with this current slut. She seems to need this even more than Kim did, and that she will continue to need this over many years. I am going to breed her, so I’m navigating it carefully, but one of these days, I’m going to give her what she’s begging for, and she doesn’t get to say no.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/qsbh55/the_first_time_i_enjoyed_cnc_mf