I took a man to my apartment and he fucked my brain out! [FM]

This happened a few years back, before the pandemic. I was out at a bar near my place, and a couple of friends were supposed to meet me there. (I later found out that they’d eaten some bad shrimp and had horrible food poisoning. One of them had to go to the ER for IV fluids.) I was sitting there, getting impatient with them for being late, and drinking faster than I should. I was three beers in, and feeling it, when someone bumped into me.

I turned, and it was a guy with a sheepish expression on his face. He apologized, and explained that he’d tripped on his shoelace. (He held his foot up, so I could see that it was actually untied and dangling.) He offered to buy me a drink to make it up to me. I figured, “why not?” and told him what beer I was drinking.

I could tell he wanted to start up a convo, but he was shy. I looked at his face, and you could see him going over conversational gambits in his mind, and rejecting them, one after the other. I like shy, awkward guys, so I decided to put him out of his misery. “You know I was 9 years old before I learned to tie my shoes?” I said.

His relief was obvious. He started talking about how his dad taught him when he was 4, and how it lead to an interest in knots. He’d gotten a special award from his scout troop for being able to tie every single knot in the Pioneering merit badge book. I was just drunk enough to let my thoughts come out of my mouth unfiltered. I blurted out, “Which knots would you use on me?” with a big grin on my face.

Immediately, the Good Girl in the back of my head started screaming, “Are you nuts?!? You don’t let some rando you just met in a bar tie you up! That’s how you end up as a story on Dateline!” Granted, he looked a little flustered at my question. He clearly wasn’t expecting it. He recovered a bit, and told me a story about a time he and some buddies tied a friend of theirs to a tree and left him in the woods behind his house for an hour.

By the time he finished the story, my beer was empty, and he bought me another. I was well on the way to drunk (I’m a lightweight drinker) and had pretty much forgotten about my friends. I turned on the flirting, batting my eyes at him, touching my hair, touching his knee. I was tipsy, and horny, and I wanted to get him out of there and fuck him.

He responded to the flirting and became a good deal less shy. His hand ended up on my knee, and started stroking my leg. I could feel my puss start to tingle, and I knew it was time to stop messing around, and get him out of there. I had half of my beer left, and I looked him right in the eye as I gulped it down. “I’m not thirsty for beer anymore.” I said. “I think I might have some old clothesline rope in my closet. Wanna see what you can do with it?” I stood up from my barstool, just a little bit unsteady on my feet, took him by the hand, and started dragging him to the door. He didn’t put up much resistance.

My apartment was just two blocks away. I led him in, dug in my closet and found that rope, and told him I needed to go pee. In the bathroom, I pulled off my panties, and did that trick where you unhook your bra, bring the straps out through your sleeves, and pull it off without getting undressed. I gargled some mouthwash to kill the beer breath, and went back out.

He was getting some of his shyness back. He was standing there with the rope in his hands and an obvious erection in his pants, not really sure what to do. He clearly had never been in this situation before. I took the initiative, and stepped up to him, my body language meek and submissive.

I looked down at the floor as I said in a trembling voice, “I am your prisoner, Sir. Do with me whatever you wish.” I glanced up to see his eyes getting very big. I whispered, “No anal, okay? And my safeword is ‘safeword’.”

He looked like a kid being led into Willy Wonka’s factory and told he could eat anything he wanted, for free. Then his face changed, and he got into character. He took me firmly by my upper arm and led me into the bedroom. He told me to lie on the bed. I lay down, my lips trembling (I get deeply into character when I roleplay). He straddled me and pulled my wrists up above my head, tying each one to a bedpost.

He moved off of me, and spread my legs out, tying them to the bedposts, too. I was spreadeagled and helpless. I did my best to look like I was ready to cry at any moment. “P-please be gentle with me, Sir.” I said, in a trembling little-girl voice. “I’m scared.”

He got an evil look on his face. As he finished the knots at my ankles, his hands moved up my legs. He reached the hem of my skirt, and I let out a little whimper. He smiled wider, and ran his fingers up the inside of my thighs. He teased around my crotch for a minute, then lifted up my skirt. The look of surprise on his face was genuine. He wasn’t expecting me to have taken off my panties. He recovered, and gave an evil chuckle. “You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

He pulled his shirt off over his head, then stood up and pulled down his pants. He had a nice, broad chest, and a thick cock. I whimpered again when I saw it. My pussy was throbbing, wanting that thing inside me. But he wanted to play with me, first.

He left my skirt up, my pussy exposed. He ran his fingers over it lightly, and I gasped, tensing up my whole body. He straddled my waist, his cock dangling over me, and unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled it aside, again surprised by my lack of underwear. He groped my breasts, running his hands over them, squeezing them, lightly pinching my nipples.

I whimpered and moaned, letting out an occasional, “Please, no! Please!” which only made him laugh evilly. He moved forward and put his cock in my cleavage, pulling my boobs in to wrap around it. He moved them up and down, titfucking me, and a thin string of precum dripped off his head onto my chest. He rubbed his finger in it, then smeared it on my lips like lip gloss. I tried to turn my face away, but he held me in place.

After a minute of titfucking, he moved himself farther up, putting his dick right in my face, bumping against my lips. I kept whispering protests that I didn’t mean. “Please, Sir, no, please. I’ve never done such a thing!” (Liar!) He rubbed his dick all over my face, leaving smears of precum on my cheeks and nose. Then he pressed the head against my lips.

“Open up, slut.” he demanded. I looked up at him with fear in my eyes and shook my head, murmuring “Uhn-uhn” through closed lips. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him. He frowned, and pressed his dick more firmly into my lips, trying to force it in. I kept my mouth clamped shut. In frustration, he reached back and grabbed one of my nipples between his fingers, and pinched, not terribly hard.

I opened my mouth to let out a yelp, and he pushed his cock into it. He leaned forward and braced himself on the head of the bed, and fed me that delicious penis. I let it slide over my tongue and down my throat, sucking at it and running my tongue over it. He pulled back so there were just a few inches of it in my mouth, and let me breathe. I moaned and whined and sucked at him, pleading with my eyes. He smiled down at me, and pushed it back in, down my throat.

We went on like this for a few minutes, him fucking my throat, then pulling back to let me breathe, over and over. His balls were bumping against my chin, and I wanted him to fuck me, so badly. He finally pulled out and let his dick flop onto my chest. “Good girl. Good little cocksucker.” Then he moved back, farther.

He settled between my legs and began to finger me. I was already soaking wet, and more than ready, but he played with me for at least ten minutes. I was writhing on the bed, pulling at the restraints, begging him to fuck me. I’d dropped the character completely. And then, he found just the right spot! I had a sudden, explosive orgasm, my body tensing up so that my ass rose up off the bed. He kept fingering me as I came, and I was begging for his cock. When I finally wound down, he wiped his hand on the sheets, and reached for his pants. He pulled a condom out, and unwrapped it.

He put it on, then moved up on top of me. He lay there for a few seconds, just looking down at me, smiling. “I’ve never been with a girl like you before. You’re a lot of fun.” I smiled back up at him and said, “You’re not too shabby yourself, Eagle Scout. Now, shut up and fuck my brains out!”

So he did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t38go6/i_took_a_man_to_my_apartment_and_he_fucked_my