I’m bored. It’s not you, it’s me. It’s my gravitation towards the perverse. It’s my gravitation towards all things that I shouldn’t want, that I shouldn’t do, that I shouldn’t like. Nothing worth doing is comfortable or without consequences. The cliche of wanting something simply because you shouldn’t has always resonated with me – or in me.
That’s where I began. I shouldn’t want anonymous sex, I shouldn’t want anal, and it’s dangerous to cum inside someone you barely know, let alone feel their insides unprotected. “Practice safe sex” they said. “Dont cum in crazy” my friends advised me. Well, what the fuck if I want to? What if I want to impregnate crazy? What if I want to slap their ass and go fucking nuts for once too? Live for once? Feel alive for once?
I’d been managing this online Erotica forum for a few weeks when Carly joined (also known as CumFilledC). She started submitting stories after a few days of comments and lurking and they weren’t half bad. I even beat my dick to one and ejaculated harder than I was prepared for – it was about a hot tub I think. Anyway, Carly kept posting and her writing and continued to improve. It became somewhat of a ritual for me to sit down after work in my office at home and orgasm to Carly’s words written in lust. I read them in lust too.
I always wondered what Carly looked like in actuality, or if Carly was a Carl, or what the deal was. One day I got my answer while browsing her profile of stories – what I saw was a set of nudes, tastefully shot from the neck down in a long college room looking mirror. Her hair fell from her shoulders in long blonde tendrils that sat on her dainty shoulders like vines, growing down towards her mommy endowed breasts that shone from the light of her windowsill. The sight of these finely shaped (and quite sizable) tits had my entire body tense and has triggered my most sexual instincts to breed. Below her chest lay a slim midsection, a cute innie pussy with a big clit which looks to have not been shaved in a few days. I always liked the grip of a little hair on the shaft of my cock as it digs deeper, deeper.
Below her pussy, her smooth legs seemed to go on for a thousand miles, although, there’s nothing in the picture to use as reference, so her true height eludes me. This picture creates in me an urgency, so I decide to message Carly and introduce myself, and to my surprise she responds with interest as well. These back and forth conversations last about a week as explore each others interests, both sexual and non, as we get to know eachother a little begin to flirt with the idea of acting out these stories we’ve written in this perverse forum.
“A hotel might be a nice spot” Carly suggests.
“I’ll book it now, say the word,” I respond.
“Do it” Carly ends.
The date is set, next Friday we’ll meet at the hotel by the bay for an all night fuckfest. We continue to talk throughout the week as time inches closer to our Friday night meet up. Carly seems like an absolute freak on paper – a killer body, quick with her words, and absolutely reprehensible dirty talk that she’s been messaging me all week; ass eating, breeding, spanking, biting, handcuffs, not to mention a little blood. This woman seems like someone who would grab the bull by their horns and then fuck the bull, leaving nothing but a desolate and cumridden landscape of passion in her wake. I’m excited to meet up because usually I can go about three rounds in a night, and I’m excited thinking about exactly how depraved each round is going to be.
Thursday comes and goes and Carly had continued to talk a big game all week – she even had me bring some rope. I arrive at the hotel by the bay twenty minutes before our meeting time and check in, assuring that the room is fine and the bottle of champagne is on ice. I even set out the rope and a special toy Carly asked me to bring – a tentacle dildo made by Bad Dragon. She mentioned that her roommate raves about them and she wanted to give it a shot – I’m game.
The meeting time comes and a light knock raps on the door of room 469. It was so light I questioned whether it was my door that sounded at first. I open the door to a masked Carlee, who is shorter than I expected, but no less beautiful. Her breasts are on display in a tight black dress that sits on her body like a glove. I welcome Carlee in and pour us both a glass of champagne. As we cheers, the energy in the room is nervous and electric. We’re both a little shaky as we take our first sip and sit down on the bed.
“So how would you like this to go, ideally?” I ask, with a devious look.
“Oh, haha, I dunno. I’m down for anything I think…” Carly mumbles off nervously, looking at the floor. Definitely not inspiring confidence, I wonder if Carly has changes her mind, or if her eyes were bigger than her sexual appetite.
I let the silence sit for what seems like a lifetime, and then ask “You’re being shy, Carly, and you need to be punished for that. Tell me you need to be punished.” I stare at her.
“…I….I need to be p-punished” Carly replies, blushing.
“Very good. And since you’re in trouble I can’t have you doing just anything, I’ll need you to put these handcuffs on” I say, placing the handcuffs out in front of me, for Carly to place her hands in. She puts down her champagne and shakily lays her hands into the fur lined cuffs as I close them around her wrists and lock them. I tell her to just say “key” if she wants out of them at any time.
I use the handcuffs to then pull her to her feet and then towards the bed. Now facing the bed, I have her bend over the bed and I pull her black dress up, cupping her porcelain ass and revealing her black thong. She gets a gentle smack at first *Smack*. Carly yips, like a pet.
“This is your punishment for being so goddamn shy *Smack*. I can’t have you being shy every time and wasting my goddamn *Smack* time. So this time *Smack* I’m going to make sure you remember why you’re here *Smack*, and that means spankings *Smack*”.
With each smack Carly’s now maskless face becomes more red and more blushed. The noises she’s making with each smack have my dick half hard already, beating against my jeans in a thump, thump, thump. Carly yelps out a “I’ve been so bad Mr. Erotica” and at this declaration she gets an extra hard *Whack* and falls forward onto the bed shaking. Who knows, maybe I’ll spank her hard enough to orgasm. “Was that hard enough, sweetheart?” I ask.
“Yes Mr. Erotica, yes” Carly squeaks as I consider the next step here.
“I think you’ve earned one orgasm from taking those spankings.” I advise her.
I leave Carly shaking on the bed and grab a vibrator and the tentacle dildo. I come back and place a pillow underneath his hips and her red, freshly spanked ass. Her asshole is miniature and her pussy is glistening with her own lubrication. It looks good enough to taste, so I do. I bury my face in her ass and pussy, licking every part of her, preparing her for the dildo and vibrator, ensuring every single inch of her is wet and has come into contact with my tongue – her asshole and her cheeks, her gooch and pussyhole, her labia and the hood of her clitoris, and especially her clitoris.
After a few minutes of my tongue wondering, I bite her ass cheek hard and bring out the tentacle. I rub it over her lips, spit on it so it’s glistening like her pussy, and stick the tip into her while simultaneously turning on the vibrator and biting her asscheek again. At this Carly bucks like a horse and nearly comes off the pillow and the bed. It also dug my teeth into her a little more than anticipated and I think I drew blood. With the vibrator grinding on her clit now, I imagine she hardly feels it.
“Stay still and take your punishment” I command Carly.
“Yes Mr. Erotica” Carly complies.
The tentacle is now stroking in and out of Carly’s soaked vagina, which looks incredibly tight on the toy, while the vibrator is causing her hips to rise and fall in waves, as I taste the small droplet of blood dripping off her ass into my mouth as I continue to caress her with my mouth and pleasure her with my hands. It takes me a minute or more to find the right angle to hold the vibrator at in order to lift Carly into the clouds of climax, but I do find it, and when I do Carly whispers “That feels so good Mr. Erotica, punish m-me right thereeeeeee” as her words turn into a moan and I feel her vagina contract and expand, cumming on the vibrator and all over the tentacle. The force I ended up needing to keep the tentacle stroking her through the orgasm was enormous. I can’t even comprehend what it would feel like to be inside her during that process; in fact I have no doubt that in her cumming she would force the cum right out of my cock and into herself, mingling our cum inside her in a bath of dark ecstasy.
I remove the dildo and turn off the vibrator, giving Carly a moment to recover – but only a moment. After this moment has passed, I remind her of the punishment to come with a hard spank and Carly moans. Then I remove my shirt, pants and boxers and pick Carly up by the hips and turn her around.
“Be a good girl, Carly, and lube my dick up properly so I can continue punishing you” I ask.
Carly nods and drops to her knees. I close my eyes, feel a once more shaky hand on my dick, and in a few seconds my cock is is sopping wet from the constant contact with the back of Carly’s throat. This happens so quickly and deeply that in only about thirty seconds I decide it’s enough. I then lift her chin towards me, help her up, and throw her onto the edge of the bed in front of me, bent over again; head down ass up. I remove her dress fully this time, no bra, and then her panties, which I nearly rip in my excitement. Her ass is still red and I slap it with my cock, almost as a notification of the pounding to come.
I then lean forward, dick in my left hand, and grab Carly’s hair with my right hand. Close to her scalp and firmly. I give a gentle tug and then rub the head of my dick up against her labia, she feels so soft and wet. My girth makes it seem like there is going to be some difficulty in getting my dick inside her. The tentacle made her look tight but as I stand here ready to insert myself into her, I truly recognize the difference in size. It makes sense with our differences in height, I think, as I thrust my 6’4” frame against her ass and my penis experiences for the first time, the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked. One thrust has me sure of this.
There’s only one thing to do with a pussy this tight; punish it. My hips thrust forward in bounds as my left hand grips her ass and keeps her right where I need her in order to get the entirety of my cock in her. After ten or more strokes, I feel what is almost certainly the need to cum. I pull my cock out just in time and moan, cock twitching up and down. I didn’t cum, but I am ejaculating, a rope of cloudy white jizz covering her red ass in droplets and a single rope. After a moment of recovery, my head comes down from cloud nine and I’m pleased to see I didn’t actually cum, just slightly physically ejaculated – there’s a difference.
I take another step back, grab the vibrator from off the other side of the bed, and hand it to Carly, “Make your pussy cum while I fill you up” I tell her. “Yes Mr. Erotica Sir” and she turns it on. I smack her ass once more, grab her hair again and continue fucking her now vibrating pussy, a truly beautiful thing to experience.
It’s a good thing I came a bit early too because the feeling of the tight, vibrating walls of her pussy hole sends shivers down my spine as my hand caresses and pulls at her soft, silken blonde hair and my hips feel every bounce of her ass above my cock. I also start to focus on the sweet sweat on her legs as they press against mine with every brief stroke and the consistency of her grool as it works as a suction cup with her soft labia, pulling me in deeper and tighter with each vibration of the toy pounding on her clit in waves of pleasure.
Carly is moaning loud now and I could cum any time I want to. I continue to fuck Carly and lean forward, whispering into her ear, “I’ve got one more punishment for you. So you need to cum for me and you’ll get it” *Smack* I slap her ass.
“Yes Mr. Erotica, I’ll do anything for your cum” she titters.
“Good girl” I finish. I start to fuck Carly slowly and deliberately as she plays with her toy, getting herself to that mountain top of pleasure. I can feel her arriving there as every thrust of my hips makes it feel like I’m fucking an ever more tightly gripping pussy – tighter and tighter. The feeling is indescribable. Another minute passes and Carly exclaims “I”m fucking cumming” ending in a high pitched moan.
“Fucking right, take it” I say as my balls finally empty into this shy blonde bombshell. Her pussy lips soak up the cum like they were made for it, and Carly collapses onto the bed, face first, a mess, shaking.
Cum flows out of her pussy and onto the hotel bed, stopping my slowly receding boner from softening completely. Her ass is perfect in the bay light from the window. She’s resting quietly on the bed as I take a seat near the desk in the bedroom. After a period of mutual rest, we make small talk and go for two more rounds, each different and special in its own way. We get a noise complaint and head our separate ways in the morning.
I still see her posts and writing from time to time, a nude here and there, but neither of us hit each other up – just some likes here and there. We’ll always have that night and I think that was enough. Maybe she’ll post something particularly noticeable or DM me and something will happen again, but until then, it’s business as usual for Mr. Erotica.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sn16p5/closet_freak_mf_bdsm_spanking_biting_domsub