I’ve been doing this for years, and I can tell when I’m chatting with someone if there’s a chance that I’d enjoy meeting up and playing with them.
But the internet is a wild and weird place, so whenever I start to get a connection with someone, I try to meet up with them as soon as possible.
I set out some clear rules: 1. Meet somewhere public with no expectation of anything sexual happening. 2. Don’t give out personal information until after you trust the person. 3. Don’t trust them until you meet them. 4. Have an escape route for both parties, just in case.
I formed these rules before my first-ever meet-up, along with one exception. The very first sub I met, I asked for permission to give her ass a subtle squeeze when I gave her a hug hello. It was a bit silly. But my mentality was that we’d been chatting for about a month, and then I had to drive 90 minutes to meet her.
She knew what I looked like and what I sounded like, but I still had this self-deprecating thought that she’d see me and reject me. So I figured I could at least get in one grab of an amazing ass.
That meet-up went amazing, so the ass grab became a bit of a good luck charm for me. I always asked in advance, and I never pouted if I was told that they’d rather not.
And in the years of playing with random internet strangers, it’s been fantastic.
This year, I started chatting with a new potential sub. We’ll call her Joey. She was fairly local to me, had amazing tits and the hints of a nice ass. We flirted a bit, and she really, really liked my writings, particularly the ones where I was rough and derogatory.
Depending on how horny she was, we had some lightly vanilla talks, some talks where she was a complete brat and would poke at me, and some talks where she was a mindless little slut begging for me to hurt her.
I was never quite sure which Joey I was going to get, but I was quickly learning what turned her on – biting, choking, pinching, being called a dumb slut, and being forced to do embarrassing things for me.
I had her pose nude in a public restroom, spend an entire night with a long butt plug in, write “Dumb Slut” over her tits, and even pose nake while sending me a video of her telling me just what a dumb slut she was.
It was a pet name. She’s a smart lady, and just likes degradation. Trust me, lots of smart women are into this, but *consensually.*
The brat in her was always in direct odds with the dumb slut. Sometimes she’d get feisty, and I’d just calmly come up with new ways to hurt her.
“The first day we meet, I’m going to bite both of your nipples,” I wrote.
“At the same time?” The brat asked. “That’s gotta be challenging for you.”
“Earning your dumb slut degree tonight,” I said. “One at a time. I already know which one is first.”
“Bachelor of Arts in Dumb Slut, my parents are so proud,” she replied.
Then a moment later, curiosity sunk in.
“Fine, which one?”
“Your right one,” I said. “Then your left nipple is going to get it much harder, to the point that you will bruise.”
I could tell that the brat and the slut inside of her were having a debate. The brat won.
“Fine then after that I’ll bite your nipple until it bruises,” she said.
I was amused.
“You know what? I’ll let you try,” I said. “We’ll see who’s bigger and stronger and gets their way.”
For the record, she’s 5-foot-6, and I’m 6-foot-2.
Our conversations continued to ramp up. I found that I was able to make her wet with my audio teases, and she enjoyed my art.
We had to meet.
So we picked out a free morning for both of us, with the small hitch that she didn’t have a car. I figured out where the closest metro station was, figuring there would be some coffee shop or park nearby for us to sit and chat. I asked permission to grab her ass. And then for some added fun, I instructed her to wear her butt plug.
The plan was to get to know each other, take some risque photos, then set up some play for a week or so later if we both liked each other’s company. We had time. The butt plug might have been pushing it a little.
OK a lot.
I got to the metro station about five minutes before she did, and immediately found two problems – parking was limited to commuters only, and there was absolutely nothing within a half mile of the station.
Her Uber dropped her off, and I smiled as I saw her get out. It was an almost-warm day, and she was wearing this gorgeous but thin sundress. It was nearly useless at holding her tits in, and the slightest gust of wind was having no trouble at all pushing her skirt up too far.
I walked up to her with a smile and gave her a hug, and a very not-subtle grab of her ass. Pretty sure the Uber driver saw it.
“I told him you’re my uncle,” she said.
“What?”
“The Uber driver was asking all kinds of questions,” she said. “Where I was going, who I was meeting. I told him I was going to meet with my uncle.”
I started laughing.
“And he just watched your uncle give you way too much of an ass grab,” I said.
Her laugh wasn’t nervous.
I started explaining the location problems, and asked if it was OK if we headed over to a park that was about a half mile away. This was breaking so many of my rules, and I was kicking myself – I really should have found a better rendezvous site.
She was OK with it, though, and the park was close enough.
The park had a line of trees around the edge, with a dirt walking path and way more walkers than I anticipated for a weekday morning.
Acting casually, we walked around the park for a bit, heading towards the biggest trees. We made some small talk about walking and exercise and fresh air, and I caught my hands going to her ass, her neck… I’m amazed I didn’t just start pulling her tits out of her dress. The primal urges in my body were going mad.
I apologized… and she was smiling, enjoying the fact that her body was making me lose control.
“I consent to whatever you want to do,” she said.
From then on, my hands strayed to her ass far more often. I could feel my dick throb when I brushed up against her butt plug,
When I found a tree that I liked, I used it to block line-of-site from most of the park. I had her put her hands against the tree and bend over, sticking her ass out as much as possible. I took photos, and when I was sure we were unseen, took some time to kiss her, squeeze her tits and stroke her pussy.
But every time I started to try anything, we’d spot another walker coming around the trail. So we walked over to an empty pavilion. I took some more ass photos, and we started talking about my art blog, and the booty warm-up sketches.
She was curious about my technique, so we sat down and I let her watch me do a very rough draft of her butt.
My hand was nowhere near steady enough, given the excitement of this extremely attractive woman pressing her body against me. When I was done, I reached back to give her ass another grab, and noticed that her dress wasn’t long enough to sit on. Her thighs and pussy had been pressed against cold, hard concrete for the past 10 minutes.
Ever the gentleman, I had us stand up and get back in the sun, but against a pillar of the pagoda so that I could pin her against the wall. It was the easiest way to get her warm, pressing against her, holding her by her neck, feeling her tits against me.
Her tits.
I had a very devilish idea sneak in, and it wasn’t going anywhere.
I pulled her right tits out, letting my tongue lick the nipple a couple times. Then I suckled it for a moment before really letting my teeth sink in.
Her moans and complaints were as muted as she could, resisting every urge to yelp in pain. I grinned. That was the easy one.
She knew it was coming, too.
I pulled out the left tit, and didn’t bother to lick or suck. Her nipple was already hard. I clamped down hard, fairly sure it was to the point right before breaking the skin. I wanted to bruise her, but it was always tricky figuring out the pain and damage limits of a new sub. Learning what will break a blood vessel, what will make her purple, and what will face completely away the next day.
When I was done, there was a neat array of teeth marks around her hard nipple. I gave it a kiss, and another on her lips.
She didn’t try to bite my nipples. I was ready to stop her if need be. But distracting her by rubbing her pussy also was effective.
She started running her hands down the front of my pants, tracing out the outline of my hard cock. I loosened my belt, and let her slide both of her hands in to grab me. I wanted to fuck her on the picnic table.
Taking stock of the park, there were a couple dog walkers nearby. An old couple in the distance, and some park employees in the parking lot across the way. Some kids – teens? – in the other pagoda, though they seemed to be ignoring us.
There was just too much risk.
“I want to suck your cock,” she said.
I needed to put my dick in her mouth as soon as possible.
Fuck.
“Back to the car?” I asked.
It wasn’t really a question.
While we took a long, looping path to the pagoda, going back to my car I noticed we were cutting a direct path through the wet grass. There would be no delays.
And then there were delays.
Getting in the car, I noticed how close the park employees were. The second I leaned my chair back, I knew they’d be walking over to check on us. It was painfully obvious what we were up to.
“Let’s see if we can find someplace a little more discreet,” I said.
I started driving towards another park on the map. My right hand started sliding up her thigh, trying to push past her underwear while keeping my eyes on the road.
It was almost working, but her thin strip of underwear was just enough to annoy me.
“Pull these down,” I said. “Around your ankles. Wait, all the way off.”
With the panties out of the way, it was easy to slip my finger between her dripping wet pussy lips. She started squirming in her seat, hugging onto my arm. Without thinking, she would occasionally lift her right leg up against the dash, giving me better access to her cunt, but also making it much more obvious to passerbys what I was doing to her.
I have to believe that she started to realize this, and this only turned her on even more.
The park I was looking for was completely fenced off and gated. I needed a plan B, and I was having trouble thinking with my cock getting harder and harder.
She must have realized this, too. Adjusting her seatbelt, she leaned over and started to pull my cock out. This was my first-ever time getting road head, and we were in stop-and-go traffic around mini malls and shopping centers.
I was almost tempted to pull into one mall’s lot, just to park away from people and see if we could pull it off. Instead, I started cruising around the suburb beyond the shopping center, eventually finding what I needed – a parking spot on a shaded road, with an 8-foot tall brick wall on one side.
Privacy for whatever that house wanted to do in their backyard, and now privacy for me to get my cock sucked at 11 a.m.
I cracked the windows to stop us from fogging things up, and pushed my seat back. I decided to not lean the chair back, just in case we needed to move the car quickly.
Her head game was amazing, first coating me in spit, then bobbing up and down with zero interest in her physical needs. I could feel when I was in the back of her throat, but not even a hint of her teeth.
I tried my best to lean back and enjoy this little cocksucker giving it her all. I could feel myself wanting to cum. The whole morning was perfect, and I deserved it.
But the little stresses of the moment were getting to me, worrying about getting caught, thinking about how I rarely cum during blowjobs, trying to think of some place that I could take her and really, really fuck her senseless…
I just couldn’t stop thinking.
To distract myself, I started pulling up her skirt and rubbing her pussy, making her moan. And it really started to distract me. I wanted to make her react more than I wanted to cum. I started getting rougher. Slapping, pinching, enjoying her squeals with a mouthful of cock.
Then I grabbed her by her hair and started really, really pumping her head, taking full control of her body. She moaned even more than when I was rubbing her pussy.
But I could tell that I wasn’t going to cum.
I pulled her mouth of me and rolled her on her side, getting better access to her pussy. I put her into a headlock, squeezing her neck with my arm as I rubbed her pussy, then slapped her pussy. Alternating between pleasure and pain, she moaned even more loudly, to the point that I started covering her mouth with my free hand.
“Your little whore mouth is going to get us caught,” I growled.
I channeled my anger into spanking her pussy, then pinching her clit. She was completely under my control. Every whimper she made was making me harder and harder. To the point that I really wanted to cum.
A lot.
This little fucktoy was mine. She was sexy and gorgeous and begging to be used and hurt and fucked. It would be rude not to cum in her.
I didn’t even give her instructions. I just grabbed her hair like she was a twisted marionette, pointing her mouth back to my cock. She quickly started drooling and sucking on me again. I didn’t let go of her hair, controlling her, setting the pace.
This might be why I rarely cum with a blowjob, I dislike giving up control.
But now, I had even more control than ever – over me and this slut.
I was making it as brutal as possible – every thrust going as deep down her throat as possible, only occasionally letting her gasp for air before again pushing her face down in my lap.
“Look at you,” I said. “A dirty little cumslut with a stranger’s cock in your mouth. A whore in this cute little neighborhood, waiting to get some cum in your hole.”
I pulled her face up with my right hand, stroking my spit-covered cock with my left. Her face was red and her hair was a mess. She was drooling, but there was a lustful happiness in her eyes. She was a good little fucktoy.
“Do you want my cum, you little cocksucker?”
She didn’t verbally answer, instead reaching with her lips for the tip of my cock. I gave my cock one last stroke, then made sure enough of my dick was in her mouth. I didn’t want to make a mess on my seat.
She swallowed ever last drop, and I gave her a long kiss.
“That’s a good girl,” I said. “I wasn’t planning on cumming, you know.”
She smiled with a special level of fucktoy pride.
As I recovered from the surprisingly intense orgasm, we took some pictures of her, pulling her skirt up, pulling her tits out, pouring water over her chest. I added some video of me twisting her nipple and explaining to me why her nipples were sore.
“Because you bit them,” she said, almost unable to say “them” as a silent scream took over her.
I started slapping her pussy more, noticing how much it was starting to swell up for me. I knew I wanted to pose her a bit more. But as we were thinking about what to do, the woman that owned the house with an 8-foot wall came out with her dog, then looked directly at us. It was time to move.
I found another park, now two suburbs south from where we started. This one had a couple baseball fields tucked inside of some privacy walls, so I had her put her panties back on and we started towards them.
Whenever I couldn’t see anyone around, we posed her – ass out, or tits out, or me choking her. And if someone started walking up to us, I quickly started acting like we were taking yearbook photos or model shots. With her body, the model shots were believable.
I kept moving closer and closer to the bleachers. There were some dugouts that were noticeably blocking sight lines from almost everywhere… and we were only about 30 feet away when we noticed there were two people laying down, maybe taking a nap, maybe using that tucked away spot for exactly what I wanted to do.
We backtracked to the other baseball field. I paused to take another moment to pin her against the wall, choking her, squeezing her, kissing her. From behind, she was just tall enough to rub her ass against my cock, if she stood on her tippie toes.
When I looked her in the eye and kissed her with my hands around her neck, she dug her hands back into my pants to grab my cock, which was hard again.
“I like making you hard,” she said with a naughty grin.
“I could fuck you right now,” I said.
I was seriously plotting out a way to fuck her behind some bleachers, even if the tall ones where taken. I had to control myself. This little slut was pushing every button for me, even after making me cum. Possibly more so after making me cum.
I didn’t have any condoms. Fucking had to be off the table. We kept walking to the short bleachers. I had her sit and pose for me, first sweet and cross-legged, then spread-legged, then pulling her panties to the side. The sunlight was gorgeous on her swollen pussy.
A park employee was on a golf cart heading roughly in our direction. At this point I felt we had pushed our luck too much, so we headed back to my car again.
I figured we’d have about 10 more minutes of play waiting for her Uber to arrive and take her back home.
And on cue, there was a random car parked right next to mine, with three people casually sitting inside.
We drove to one final location, this time one of those strip malls with barely anyone in the parking lot. She called for an uber, and I complimented her on being such a good whore.
“I’m not a whore,” she said.
I pushed up her skirt, intending on giving her pussy another slap. But it was glowing red now from what I did earlier.
“I was about to slap your cunt again,” I said. “Mind if I slap you here instead?”
I was rubbing her inner thigh. Short skirts and shorts were going to be out for the next couple days. She nodded OK, and I let loose.
“That’s a good whore.”
“I’m not,” she said, digging deep into her defiance. “I’m not a whore.”
I had to quickly guess here. I was pretty sure I was cleared to use the word whore to degrade her, and that she wasn’t trying to be bratty on a technicality. No, she was just being bratty to get more pain.
I slapped her thigh harder, and she repeated her denial.
Five more slaps, and she was still saying she wasn’t a whore. It was impressive.
But here’s the thing about inner thighs – they are CRAZY soft. While a butt can take a spanking, the gluts are a bit tougher than most muscles in the body. The thigh? That’s tender town.
I could see small lines of broken blood vessels forming. She was going to bruise up good.
And she was still being a feisty brat.
I grabbed her panties, then pulled them up hard, making the fabric bunch up around her clit and swollen lips. I held it.
“Tell me you’re a little whore for me,” I growled.
“OK OK OK,” she whimpered.
I didn’t let go right away – the sight of her pussy and the strained pantines made for a lovely final picture.
When the Uber finally arrived, I gave her one more kiss and one more ass grab, and we went over instructions for aftercare for the next 24 hours, including keeping an eye on the places i was torturing to make sure they were healing right, as well as drinking a lot of water.
She was bruised, sweaty, covered in spit and water, and her hair was going in 17 directions, but she was gorgeous and happy.
Now I need to figure out how I’m going to hurt her again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sgwuit/good_morning_photos_and_a_car_skullfucking_mf