“Would it be bad if I wore a really short dress?”
It was an amusing question. Right now, the plan was to meet up at the beach. Her only wardrobe demands were that she wear some sort of skirt or dress so that we could test out some clothespins for her pussy. Ideally, I wanted to find that nice grip and size so that she could walk around with them clamped to her, spreading her out with every step.
I warned her that it might be a bit breezy, but I really, really didn’t mind. If the wind pushed her dress up, I’d enjoy her being exposed as the dirty little slut she was. And if it was a tight skirt that was too short, I’d make sure she had reasons to bend over.
I suppose you could call this our second date? Only we’re not dating, we’re training her to be a good little fucktoy.
We had a lot of fun during our first session. In some ways, I suppose I shouldn’t just assume that someone had fun with me. But with this particular slut, she was so giddy over my write-up that she was sending excerpts of it to friends. I really enjoyed this, knowing that a group chat of women were critiquing both my writing and my ability to fuck this cute slut’s mouth.
And then she let me know of a very, very interesting detail of this friend group.
For those that think this is going to branch off into a wild harem-style fucking of all her friends, calm down. I offered, but she doesn’t think her friends would be that into it. And she likes having the status of the kinky one in the friend group.
This group has had a yearly tradition of a No Nut November competition, and my slut has the honor of being the first one out every … single … year.
Her best run of celibacy lasted five days. I found that hilarious (despite the fact that I’ve only ever gone eight days without cumming). So to torture her before our second meet-up, we started denying her ability to touch herself.
We did a 13-hour run at the start of the week, with two days of letting her cum. That drove her mad with lust, and it wasn’t even a full day.
Did I also send her recordings of me masturbating and mocking her for not being able to touch herself during that time? I mean, I’m not *not* going to do that.
The sheer power over her, controlling her slut impulses, was making me feel amazing. I made sure to buy some new clothespins, and we picked the time and date for our next session. It was going to be half vanilla get-to-know-each-other time, half kink.
I purposely chose a beach with a boardwalk, shopping mall and parking garage all connected. It was a gorgeously warm day in the middle of February, so getting out and stretching our legs for a bit felt like good, wholesome vanilla fun.
As soon as she walked up to me with her tits spilling out of her top and her skirt only sparing a couple threads to hide her pussy, I wanted to fuck her on the sidewalk.
Behaving, we walked around the boardwalk for a little bit, but I could only resist so much.
There was a little side path with a quiet bench surrounded by shade and bushes. The only way you could see this bench was if you looked directly through the shrubs, or if you were standing in either opening of the wooded path. It was cool and pleasant, so we sat on the bench and relaxed for a bit.
A bit. Which when I’m horny, was about one whole minute before I was sliding my hand directly between her legs, feeling her warm, wet cunt. She was desperate right now.
It was still early enough in the morning that there weren’t a lot of people. When there wasn’t anyone directly in front of us, I started pushing my fingers inside of her. When strangers got close, I stopped, just to make sure she stopped moaning.
She was squirming and wiggling in between each penetration. The bench was concrete, and with her skirt climbing up, only her string of a panty was between her and the cool stone. I let her sit on my hand, my middle finger inside of her. We chatted. Maybe it was vanilla topics? I know I tried, but every other sentence I was reminding her what a dirty little slut she was, how much her whore body was making me hard, how she is mine to use as I see fit.
I could see no one to the left or right of us. It was a giant, quiet lull.
I pushed her over my lap and started to really fill her. She was losing all efforts to moan quietly.
A biker parked his bike in the opening to the right of us. I had her sit on my hand again, refusing to pull my fingers out. Her skirt was still halfway up her ass, and her brain was on pure slut mode. It was obvious what I was doing to her.
The biker saw, then smiled at us. I nodded, and he went about fixing something on his bike. That was my cue for us to find a better spot.
Ideally, I wanted to use her out in the open. We kept finding little corners and I kept groping her, but within 30 seconds of standing still we’d spot someone else coming close. Over and over.
So we walked back to the parking garage where I was parked. It was a 6-level structure, and I intentionally parked a floor higher than necessary. It would be a while before other cars started parking on the same level, and I wanted to use that time abusing this cute little slut.
But first, I really needed to taste her pussy.
I cracked the windows and followed her into the back seat of my car, pushing the other seats forward as much as they would go. It was still a tight fit, but I had enough room to push her legs open and pull her panties to the side.
The first time we played together, I didn’t get a chance to eat her out. But because I was fingering her so much, and she was such a wet little slut, I could still smell her an hour later. This time, I needed to feel my tongue teasing her little clit, and feel her pussy squeeze as I moved a couple fingers inside of her.
A few times, I could hear a car approaching. I started to wonder if I rolled the windows down too far, making it obvious we were inside. Or if the top of my head was visible. Or if I cared if someone knew.
No. I didn’t really care. What was important was this dirty little slut under my control.
I started testing out some new clothespins. They were plastic with a light spring to them, so both an upgrade and a downgrade from my last set. I clipped one onto each nipple, then started clipping two onto each labia majora.
She was not a fan of that, and started squirmed immediately. I used this as a perfect excuse to spank her. I knew going into the scene that I wanted to increase her bruising. I didn’t hold back, using my hands on her ass cheeks.
When I double-checked the pins on her tits, they were both gone. I found one of them, and instead of replacing it, I told her to stick out her tongue.
She refused.
I grabbed her neck with my free hand and started to squeeze.
“Stick out your tongue, you dumb slut,” I said.
She smiled, and I squeezed harder.
I don’t know if she intentionally stuck out her tongue, or if she slipped so deep into whore brain that her mouth went into fuckhole mode. Either way, her tongue was out. I clamped it with a clothespin.
With her forced to be less verbal, I started tugging on the pins on her pussy, pulling them free, then clamping them back in place. Sometimes I put one right on her clit.
When the clothespins were all off her pussy, I alternated between licking her and slapping her. With pins on both sides, I used them to pull her cunt open. She was drooling from her inability to close her mouth.
I decided to show a little mercy and pulled off all of the clothespins. Then I decided mercy is boring, and started pinching and twisting her nipples. With a 90-degree turn and a hard pinch, she had a habit of begging me to stop in just under a minute. So I stopped, leaned in, and gave her tit a very, very hard bite.
It was almost to the point that I thought I broke her skin. When I pulled back, there was a dentist-perfect impression of my teeth around her nipple.
At this point, it was starting to get steamy-hot inside of the car. I needed to get some water, and I probably should have gotten some fresh air. But driving me was this desire to hurt her some more.
That’s when I remembered I had a ping pong paddle under the driver seat.
I grabbed it, and she immediately knew she was in for a bad time.
I have soft hands, so barehanded impact play has its limits with me. She didn’t need to know this, but I was almost already at that limit. With the paddle, though, it was easy to tenderize her butt. The skin went from pink to rosy red, with fine lines of broken blood vessels. It was gorgeous, like a constellation of pain.
I gave one of her ass cheeks a kiss. I bit the other one.
Feeling the heat rise off of her broken skin, I started thinking about how she had a bike race later that weekend. I thought about how the bike seat was going to push up against her bruises, and remind her, mile after mile, that she’s my dirty, stupid little slut.
The wickedness of it all made me smile, and paddle her even harder.
She took as much as she could until she crumpled into a pile, rolling off the back seat bench and trying to hid her ass and pussy from me.
I held her for a moment, giving her soft kisses here and there. She flinched when I was near her nipples and ass. She was a good girl and deserved a reward.
We dug her vibrator out, running it over her clit as I fingered her. I noticed she was trying to not sit on her ass.
“Sit,” I said. “On that ass.”
She knew. She tried to struggle a little, but it was too easy to push her hips and force her ass to press against the seat.
The vibrator on her clit was taking over her mind. I grabbed her by the neck.
“Cum for me, you whore,” I growled.
She started to moan.
“I’m a dumb whore,” she blurted out. It was the first time that she admitted this to me.
Her legs quivered, and she pulled the vibrator away from her clit.
“Did you cum, slut?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said.
I snatched the vibrator from her hand, and immediately put it back on her clit.
“Did you think I’d let you stop just because you came?”
Her response was lost to her moans. I only teased her clit for another couple minutes, because the heat of the car was getting to me.
I admitted that one of my main old man weaknesses is that if it gets too hot, I’m just not going to be able to get hard. We both got some water, and I leaned back.
She took it as a challenge and started to pull my cock out of my shorts.
It was such an impossible task. I knew she was good with her mouth, but I was a sweat-covered mess. There was the stress of someone possibly catching us, the heat, the exhaustion… and now my hard cock in her mouth.
I was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be able to make me cum. But I didn’t let that stop me from grabbing her by the hair and facefucking her a little more.
“Do you want this cock inside of you?” I asked.
She nodded. I bent her over the seat and got behind her, her tight, swollen pussy only inches from my cock…
And the realization that we didn’t have a condom in the car. It was crushing.
I needed to resist this perfect pussy. The darker side of me was more than ready to fuck her and cum inside of her. But I needed control.
I got a sadistic thought and smiled.
I picked up the clothespins and used them to seal up her cunt.
Four of them in a tight row, and she was closed for business.
I fingered her ass for a moment, thinking about it… But it was a good stopping point for our scene.
We finally got some fresh air, stumbling out of the van and relaxing for a bit. I kept admiring her cleavage perfectly framed by her top, and reminded her that I’m going to fuck her tits soon.
She said something bratty, about how I couldn’t do it right now. So naturally I pulled my cock out and pushed it between her tits for the worst tit-fuck ever. It was purely to remind her that I can do whatever I want to her whenever I want to. From that perspective, it felt good.
But with her sitting and me standing, my cock was a little too close to mouth level. More than a few times, I pushed my dick past her lips to the back of her throat. But every time I started to thrust, I would hear a car or an elevator or shoppers a few levels down.
Finally I put my dick back in my pants, and she started trying to suck on the bulge through the fabric.
There were a few more bites and spankings, and eventually I walked her back to where an uber could pick her up.
She gave me a couple post-scene updates.
First, when she was testing out a friend’s bike for the race, she didn’t have time to change out of her super short skirt. So the seat was in direct contact with her swollen pussy. When she got off, she realized that she left behind a massive wet spot.
She also spent a LOT of extra time just admiring her butt bruises in the mirror.
Plans are in motion for our next meet-up.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ssydg1/mf_spanking_choking_clothespins_and_oral_on_the