[Part One is here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qr1usj/against_the_wall_fm/) *TLDR: After a long stretch of unsatisfying sex, I met Calvin, a man who knew that I wanted a man who could take control. This is the story of our first date.*
“This is going to be a fun night, Madison,” Calvin said with a smirk, and pressed his lips on mine again.
How much more fun could it get, I wondered. After all, I had already cum – hard – under the command of his dexterous fingers, my back against the wall and my arms pinned over my head. My legs were a little shaky from how intensely I had cum, and I was both thankful and aroused that I was still pressed in place.
I realized that Calvin remained completely clothed, even though I was totally naked. Between passionate kisses, I mumbled something about how much I needed his cock. I could feel it hard as stone in his pants, but I wanted it inside me.
Realizing that I needed his permission to move my arms, I looked into his dark brown eyes and muttered, “please?”
He released my arms and I went straight for his belt buckle.
“Show me what a good slut you are,” he commanded, interlocking his fingers into my long, dirty blonde hair as I sunk to my knees.
I should mention here that there are very few things in this world I love more than kneeling in front of a man’s cock. Maybe that’s an embarrassing thing to admit; I don’t care. But I love feeling the firmness of his body – thighs, ass, abs. I love the smell of his cock, a musk that drives me wild with lust. I love feeling so small in front of him. And I love the way my mouth makes him moan.
All the things I love were ramped up to eleven with Calvin. His businesslike slacks had been hiding a magnificent physique and a perfect hard cock.
“Fuck,” I said under my breath, starting to stroke it with one hand.
“Suck,” he said with authority, guiding my mouth onto his cock via his firm hold on my hair.
I did as I was told, taking Calvin in and out of my mouth greedily. Every thrust brought with it new levels of arousal – finally, here was a man willing to treat me the way I wanted to be treated. I could hear little moans above me, proof that my work was satisfactory. I wanted to make him cum so badly, but another part of me hoped he would decide to use my pussy instead.
As if he could read my mind, Calvin suddenly pulled me off his cock and to my feet. I gasped, overwhelmed by his control over me. “You give good head, but I want to fuck you,” he growled.
“Oh yes…” I exhaled as he faux-dragged me over to the bed and threw me down on my back. “Open your legs, slut,” he said, sliding a condom over his cock with a practiced move.
I barely finished nodding my submission before he thrust into me. With one hand he once again pinned my arms above my head. I had lost all control, unable to think or do anything as he started to fuck me, slowly at first but picking up steam with each stroke. His strength and power turned me on. His cock filled me perfectly.
The sounds I started to make must have scared the neighbors.
“Where’s your composure now, Madison?” he taunted in my ear. “Such a smart girl, but you’re nothing more than a cock-hungry slut now.” “Yeah,” I moaned back, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal bringing flush to my face, “yes, I’m a cock-hungry slut, please fuck me.”
Calvin’s other hand found my neck, not firm enough to restrict my breath but enough to reinforce his control. I felt more and more like a cheap set of holes with each passing moment.. and I loved it. I could feel another orgasm coming, and so could he.
“C’mon, slut, cum for me…” “Oh, fuck…” “Cum for me…”
I did as I was told, thrashing and wailing as another orgasm broke over my body, helpless under his control, unable to do anything other than accept his continued fucking.
Calvin slowed his thrusts down as he waited for me to return to reality. Once he saw my mind reactivate, he smiled that devilish smile one more time.
“Knees.”
I understood. I slid off the bed and dropped back into my familiar cocksucking position at his feet, legs spread and mouth wide open. He slid the condom off his magnificent cock and started stroking. I could tell he was close from the fury of his strokes and the look of lust in his eyes.
“Where do you want me to cum?”
“My face, please…”
That sent him over the edge, to my delight. “Good girl,” he grunted, depositing an enormous load – rope after rope of cum – on my flushed and sweaty face. I could feel it all over my lips, sticky and salty, and I licked some of it clean with my tongue. It was a fitting reward, I thought, for what a good slut I’d been for him.
We both took a beat to catch our breath. I looked up at him from my spot on the floor.
“I must look like a hot mess,” I said quietly. “You do,” he said matter-of-factly.
Another beat… and then we both burst out laughing.
I cleaned up a bit and then climbed in bed next to him, resting my head on his chest.
“We’re going to have to do that again,” I murmured, exhausted.
I felt Calvin’s hand cup my ass as he smiled.
“Yes, the night is young…”
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