The time I [f]ucked a young do[m] I met on Reddit

(Edited to make a couple of privacy-related exclusions, managed to delete the post from gonewildstories and post instead on my profile… Thank you for bearing with my Reddit illiteracy)

Like many of my other stories, this one began online. More specifically, on r4r (although it might have been RAOBJ, I’m not sure). I was in my mid-20s and curious about sexual submission. I loved getting off to rough porn, but I have always been too shy to tell my partners.

I asked for it on Reddit — kind of. I did not want to put myself in extreme danger, but I wanted to hint that I was not looking for something vanilla. A guy around my age responded and we hit it off immediately. There was one caveat: he lived hours away from me.

Why did he even reply? I was annoyed, but the conversation was enticing. Over the course of a couple of weeks, we discussed our kinks, and we told each other the things we would do if we ever met in person. If ever.

On a free day we both had, he said he could come visit me. I felt bad making him drive x+ hours, so I said I would meet him halfway if he paid for the hotel. We were young and still in school; I didn’t judge when he booked a truck stop motel exactly on the midway point between us.

Our date started over lunch, where we asked each other innocent questions, as if we had never explicitly discussed my cum fetish and his dominant tendencies. Maybe the conversation created a shell of decency that was hard to break once we were in the motel room. I was too shy and maybe he realized the Reddit slut had a brain and a heart. Sex in the first couple of attempts was a little vanilla and I don’t remember enough to write about it. We designated a safe word but I might have forgotten it because I never felt the need to use it.

The game changer was unexpected: a dinner break. I put on high-heeled sandals and a dress, perhaps too short for my height, perhaps too tight for my ample behind — an okay attire for dinner with my lover for the night, and a perfect attire to draw the attention of the truckers gathered in the area near our room. I could feel the gazes undressing me as we walked past them, and I knew he could see it too — the alpha took my hand, grazing my ass as we walked, showing off his property.

Over dinner, I confessed to him that I was turned on by what had just happened. He laughed and said he was tempted to make me sit in the same lounge. I could make small talk like a bimbo and get myself wet before a rough fuck.

“Are you going to let them fuck me?”

“Hell no. I need to break in those little holes by myself.”

We rushed through food and walked back immediately, his hands fondling me over the dress too overtly for a public setting. But really, we were in the middle of nowhere. Our only audience, briefly, were the few truckers still in the lounge when we came back. He pulled up my tight jersey dress a little, almost revealing the bottom of my ass, and motioned me into the building. He then said he had forgotten something and to go ahead. I looked at him confused, unsure of what he meant, but started to walk past them on my own. I never felt so ogled, so publicly shamed, so unapologetically slutty. I couldn’t say anything. Could they tell I was nervous? Did they think I was a sex worker? Was he going to let them follow me into the room?

I did not have the key with me, so I stood outside the room by myself, trying to avoid eye contact. They were all quiet while I paced outside the room for what felt like forever: horny, slut-shamed, perfectly vulnerable to any assault. Did I want them to jump on me and gangbang me, stranger cocks in each hole while my one-night-stand watched from the doorframe? Did I want my lover to return and protect me? I was torn but my panties were soaked and my heart was throbbing. In all honesty, the fear was starting to outpace my sex drive. And then one of the truckers got up.

Perfect timing. Reddit lover reappeared and got into the motel. He closed the door behind us with an evil smile, knowing what he had done — knowing what he was about to do. Vanilla sex was over.He pushed me onto the bed and yanked off my dress and underwear, scratching me in the process. I yelped — my pain tolerance is non-existent. Rather than apologize, he held my face gently in his hand before he slapped me with the other hand, holding my head in place. It was loud, hard, and it left my skin burning. I looked up at him in shock. He was quiet for a second, maybe giving me a chance to use the safe word.

“If you’re gonna be loud, make it count, baby. Those guys outside wanna hear you beg.”

The place was so cheap and rundown I had no doubt they could hear everything we did if they tried. And so the first thing they heard was the sounds of me choking on his cock. Once I was naked in bed, he unfastened his pants and pulled out his hard dick, pulling me by the hair to start sucking on it.By then, I had practiced on enough cocks to know how to please him. But he wasn’t after immediate pleasure; he knew he had to break me and use me first. As I tried to pleasure his head on the roof of my mouth, covering my teeth, he pulled my head and forced his way into my throat. I looked into his eyes as mine filled with tears, wanting him to acknowledge the effort I made to let him in without gagging against his cock. He held my head down but he smiled.

“I wish you could take a look at this. Such a pretty face ruined by my dick. You are doing so good.”

His encouragement became more forceful when he felt the need to discipline me. After a few seconds, I couldn’t hold it any longer, and I choked around him. He slapped me hard again, telling me good sluts take cock without complaining. I started crying and tried again. I gagged again, got slapped again, and I cried more. The cycle kept going until he broke it, forcing me off his dick, letting me gasp for air and recover.

“Are you all done with my cock? Do you want to go back home?”“I’m not done, please keep fucking me.”

“Say it louder.”

I stopped, still coughing and gasping. They might have been gone by then for all we knew, but he really did want the guys outside to get an aural show.

“I’m not done with your cock, sir, please keep fucking me.”

“More specific, loud.”

“Please keep fucking my throat, sir. I will be your good cum slut.”

I didn’t have to beg any more, and he no longer felt the need to fuck my throat just for the sake of breaking it. I showed him all my tricks in between throat pushes, sensual at times, cum-hungry. He had come earlier already, so he lasted for a whole oral session until my jaw and neck were too tense from the effort.

“Get dressed and go get some ice.”

“Like this?”

I was covered in saliva and precum, with messy hair and runny makeup — the messiest I have ever been. But I was emboldened and went to look for the ice machine. I never found it, and the truckers were all gone. I like to think they were jerking off in their respective rooms.When I came back, he had laid out a couple of sex toys onto a towel. I stripped again and told him I was so wet I needed to wash myself to be able to build up pleasure again: I was too wet to be stimulated.

“No, baby. You’re going to need all the lube your pussy can make.”

He motioned me to lay in bed and spread my legs, positioning himself right between them. If it weren’t for the rough throat fuck and the toys, I would have thought we were going to have loving, standard missionary sex. I may have been dripping, but my pussy tensed up as soon as he went in. He grunted.

My Reddit lover started to fuck me slowly. His strokes were firm and deep, exploiting the good angles when he found them. But I was genuinely too wet and sensitive, perhaps overstimulated, to build an orgasm… or so I thought. He reached for a vibrator, which he turned on and pressed against the drenched flesh around my clitoris. He flicked the vibrator in his fingers as he separated my labia, pushing to achieve greater, more direct contact with my clit. In other times, it would have been too much; with all my wetness and overstimulation, it was just what I needed.

I remember the feeling vividly: I finally trusted that he was going to give me a memorable orgasm. The room began to fade as my attention narrowed in on him, and more precisely on his dick and hand between my legs. My legs were pulling him to me, clinging, trying to bring him in deeper. I could hear his thrusts shaking the cheap mattress, I could hear my panting, his dirty talk. He knew it was coming: he settled on an angle and kept his strokes consistent, firm, and he enjoyed the pressure squeezing his dick. His fingers stopped flicking the toy; he just kept the vibrator pressed against my clit.

“Come on, baby. Everyone wants to hear you come around that cock.”

And around that cock I came, very hard in fact. I moaned out, collapsed, pushed his hand away — my pussy couldn’t take any more stimulation. He got up to look at my figure on the bed: spread, used, drenched, spent, truly broken in. The Reddit slut had what she wanted. Now it was my lover’s turn to get his happy ending.

In our earlier chats, he had told me he was drawn in particular to my ass, and he fantasized of filling it up with his cum. After I recovered, he turned me around and used my pussy lube on my asshole, toying with it and preparing it. I was more than happy to let him use it as a cum deposit after such a good day. He didn’t last long, but he made each stroke count as he groped and slapped and fondled my ass.

I went to sleep that night with his sperm in my insides — after getting on all fours and letting him spread my ass cheeks to take pictures of my cum-filled gaping hole.

The day after, we had more sex. I came riding him, and he came on my belly. We showered and grabbed quick breakfast in the motel. I was the only woman in the dining area. But great things always come to an end: I left before him, as I had to make it to class later that morning.When I made it back to campus, I saw a message from him. Apparently, the guys there had been cheering him on, and even the old owner had heard about it. He told him our Reddit story. Apparently, the owner offered him a discount for his next visit. I like to think he showed him my picture.

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Shoutout to A. for this unforgettable experience! I hope you’re well, whatever your /r handle was, wherever you are.

This is story #2 and I have one more typed up to post later this weekend, after one last edit. I’ve had fun chatting about experiences and fantasies with folks who reached out after story #1. Thank you!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tc4cyc/the_time_i_fucked_a_young_dom_i_met_on_reddit