**Night one: A Good Decision**
There’s that moment, right before you meet someone, that can be agony.
You start to regret the promises you made, or you start to worry that maybe they were catfishing you. Or worse, they won’t respect limits.
The anxiety of that moment can ruin an otherwise perfectly good night.
I’ve been lucky enough that I have found some wonderful women that have pushed past that moment. And I’ve had other nights where we get all the way to my hotel room, only to have some secret phantom touch her heart and make her have to leave.
I let them go if they must, because I’m not a monster.
She was in the garage, waiting. I went down to the lobby to meet her. The moment of agony stretched deeper.
I didn’t want to let this one go. We’d been chatting for just over two weeks, and the connection was near-instantaneous. She was a short, smart girl with a cute face and really nice tits, plus just enough of a brat mentality to provoke me.
I really wanted her.
I knew she was wearing a lacy red bra and panty set – I had picked those out for her earlier. I knew I wanted to push her against the wall and fuck her and choke her.
She came into the lobby. We talked. We went up the elevator.
There was a part of me that was nervous about bringing her into the room – the rope, tape, zip ties, a pair of wooden spoons and some condoms were all ready to be grabbed. She had to have noticed them.
We walked over to the window, drapes fully pulled back to embrace my exhibitionism. I got my first real look at her ass – it was spectacular.
I put my arm around her shoulder, she calmed down. And then she said, “Green.”
I have a hunch she’s embarrassed by what happened next. While I had control of her underwear, she picked the outerwear- a sweater and tight jeans. I pulled the jeans down to her knees, then bent her over the couch. She moved to cover her pussy, expecting me to try and take her then and there. To be honest, I probably could have overpowered her, but I wanted to toy with her a little more.
I pulled her sweater over her head, then picked her up and threw her towards the bed. A pair of shackles was under the left pillow. In under three minutes, I had the sweater off and her hands locked behind her back. Her overly tight jeans had her legs trapped. I pulled out a luggage strap to wrap her knees together, then stripped her pants off. I wrapped my belt around her neck and took a victory photo to gloat over how easy a piece of prey she was.
She pouted.
I smiled, pushed her back on the bed, and started stroking her pussy. Her eyes went wide with lust the moment I pushed inside of her. She warned me that she was a pushover, that nearly everything made her cum fast. She wasn’t lying.
As much as I wanted her pussy, I held off. There was some debate as to how long the little brat was going to hold off sucking my cock. Putting her on her knees and grabbing her by the hair, I made sure she understood her place. Again, to further my trophy collection, I made her look me in the eye as I took photos of her sucking cock. When she initially refused, I pushed my cock down her throat until I got that satisfying gagging sound.
She had trouble standing, so I “helped” her until she was laying on her back. I want to say she made some effort to keep her legs closed, calling me mean and telling me that she hated me. I smiled, then watched her melt as my cock filled her.
I asked her if she was going to try to stop me, as I started to pound her. She moaned out a defiant yes, so I started to thumb her clit in rhythm with my thrusts.
“Can you stop me, or are you my little slut?” I teased.
She only moaned.
“Say it,” I said. “Are you my fucktoy?”
All she could muster was a defiant grunt.
I moved my hand from her clit to her throat.
“Say it.”
I squeezed.
“Say you’re my fucktoy.”
“I’m your fucktoy.”
I had to reward her with a splatter of cum from her belly to her face. I took the extra effort to gather it up and force the jizz into her mouth.
I let her struggle with the restraints for a bit, then went back to using her pussy. She still couldn’t break free.
From there, I got a wooden spoon out and started punishing her for “making me wait.”
If I’m honest, I didn’t really need a reason to spank her. I just wanted her perfect little ass to be a uniform red tonight and purple tomorrow.
After my third round of fucking her, I let her have enough undistracted time with the restraints. She picked at them just right, and was finally able to slip free with her baby hands.
She declared it a win, clearly ignoring the scoreboard. I spent the next two hours running up the score, until she was a quivering mess. To her credit, I woke up in sheer pain the next morning, having used every muscle in my body to break her. With no permanent damage for me, we plotted out round 2.
**Night two: 11 Minutes**
11 minutes. That’s all it took.
Sure, in theory there was more preparation than that. We had been chatting for a couple weeks, and I casually collected information on her – self defense training, normal workout habits, the general size difference between the two of us (none, rarely and a whole foot shorter).
And we already had an exhausting 4-hour sex marathon two nights before, enough so that we both agreed to take a night off to recover.
But the rest was making her cocky, and she kept challenging me.
“Fight me,” she said.
We both finished up our work for the night and headed to the hotel. It was about 15 minutes closer to me, so I warned her that I’d be setting my traps.
First I laid some rope lines under the mattress. Hotel furniture design is notorious for not having any good anchor points to tie to, but I made do. The weight of a mattress with a body on top of it is a lot of friction. And I added some shackles to those ropes for quick use before hiding them under the covers.
I left a roll of duct tape on one bedside table, and some zip ties on the other. I cut some more rope, hiding some under the lounge next to the window, then draping two obvious lengths over the TV on the other side of the room. I left the safety gear, lube and impact tools on that counter, too.
She texted me that she was parking, and I started the stopwatch. Down the elevator and trying to find her with a spare hoodie to hide from the rain, then back up to the 8th floor. We took a moment to empty her pockets of anything that might hurt her if she slammed into a wall or struggled too much. She laughed at my “traps” with the two ropes over the TV. I let her believe that was the only preparation. I pretended to be annoyed by her bratty mockery, and put her in a headlock.
A lovely thing about hotels are those full-length mirrors – squeezing her neck with one arm, rubbing her pussy with my free hand, telling her she’s a bad girl.
I already knew what a easy cummer she was. And she was clever enough to figure out her problem – if she started to cum, her legs would go weak and she’d choke. She had two choices, fight me and try to stop the headlock, or fight me and try to keep my fingers away from her pussy. She failed at both, and started to weaken.
Maybe I could have spent less time torturing her. Then again, it was fun. And it distracted her enough to let me throw her face-down on the bed.
Before she could escape or roll over, I was pinning the backs of her legs. It was close to the duct tape, so I looped her ankles together.
I had moments now. She started to try to peel off the duct tape. When she was distracted, I grabbed one wrist and lashed it up with one of the hidden ropes. I’m not sure she realized where it came from. But I made the knot just complicated enough to distract her again, buying enough time to grab the other end of the rope.
Desperation started to set in for her. She was still on her face, her legs were useless, and one arm was roped towards the headboard while the other was in between my much larger hands, getting deftly knotted up.
I paused the stopwatch at 11 minutes. That’s how long it took to bring her into the room and make her completely helpless. I teased her and took some celebratory pictures, before pulling down her pants and panties. I gave her ass a couple spanks, then got back to work.
The next trick was spreading her legs. I used some of the under-bed rope to shackle one leg, then I cut the duct tape loose. I risked her one free leg kicking me to fully remove her bottoms, but it wasn’t that hard to pin the free leg to fuck her insanely wet pussy. My little fucktoy’s body loved being helpless, even if her words were all grumpy.
I spent some time fucking her and spanking her ass, but was in no hurry to untie her. I wanted to make her cum a lot more, but that butt was going to be a problem. It was one of the most amazing asses I’ve ever had the pleasure to grope, spread or spank. And it was thick enough to make eating her out while face down impossible. I needed to change her ropes.
First I took her left hand, the one pointing to the foot of the bed, and tied it behind her back. I also wrapped some duct tape over the knots. Then I rolled her over, grabbing her free leg and shackling it to the other side of the bed. Now she was on her back, legs forcibly spread, one hand above her head and one tied and under her.
And we were just getting started.
I pushed up her top to tease her recently pierced nipples with my tongue, and started alternating between my tongue, my fingers and my cock on her pussy. I kept this up for about a half hour, but started to realize I had a mental block stopping me from cumming. Her top – she was going to need to wear it into work in the morning, and we didn’t consent to me cumming on her work clothes.
I didn’t bother mentioning this to her. Instead I railed into her until I was about to burst, then I leapt towards her face and grabbed her by the hair. I was expecting to give her a facial. She lurched forward and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking and swallowing every drop of cum.
She kept licking. I could feel what she was trying for. I had been torturing her clit post-orgasm over and over, overloading her sensitivity. She was trying to overload me now. It was working. I really didn’t want to let her win. I set my jaw and did my best to ignore how much I wanted to gasp from the post-cumshot cocksucking.
She gave up right before I broke.
“Damn it,” she said. “I was hoping you got sensitive too.”
“You mean like this?” I asked.
I grabbed her pussy and slid two fingers in. She moved to stop me, momentarily forgetting that she was completely tied up. She pouted for a brief flash, then it melted into unbridled lust as again her pussy betrayed her.
This time, I decided to be more malicious, forcing her to ride out longer and longer orgasms, watching her strain against the ropes. She managed to twist the ropes around her torso 180 degrees, so that now her had was anchored to her belly. If I didn’t tug on her ropes, she could cover her clit, but not her pussy. I alternated by letting her “guard” herself, only to have my fingers inside of her, or pulling her hand away, only to force her into the bliss of my mouth on her clit.
Occasionally I’d take breaks, mostly to rest my arms. Each time, I invited her to try and escape. At one point, she removed the duct tape from her wrist and was extremely proud of herself, until she realized it was purely cosmetic and she was still trapped. So I taught her the magic words. When she was ready, all she had to say was, “You win, I lose,” and I would let her out of the ropes.
Eventually she gave up, with me recording her surrender on my phone. About five minutes later, she pretended to not have said that, so we played the recording back a couple times.
For punishment, I had her take off the last of her work clothes. I pinned her down to the bed, pushed her legs open, and started to fuck her hard. I wasn’t worried about making a mess of her, or of hurting her wrists by having her strain against the rope. Now I was just enjoying having captured my prey, giving into my animalistic urges. I pulled out just in time, coating her face, bra and belly with cum.
I rolled over in a heap. She tried to pounce on the weakness, the fatigue of my “old man” body. She also completely forgot that a really hot woman being a brat to me will always give me a surge of hormones, a hard cock and a desire to put her in her place.
So while my legs weren’t working, I still had enough command of the situation to order her to sit on my cock. This was a fun exercise for me. With a woman on top, I rarely cum, but I can stay hard for a long stretch. For her, my cock was about an inch too long. If she sat up completely straight, her pussy was stretched past the limits. The previous time we fucked, I found that she could last about 60 seconds sitting up before a quivering orgasm shuddered down her thighs.
I made her sit up. I grabbed my phone and started to record video of her grinding against me. I had her take her bra off.
Her thighs started to shake.
She started to slump down.
My free hand grabbed her neck. She wasn’t going to get a break.
She figured out my plan as her eyes went wide. She started to whimper a chant of, “No no no no,” punctuated with loud, pleasant curses as each surge of pleasure overwrote her brain. I set down my phone and let my hands drift down to her tits, only to grope tightly around her extremely sensitive pierced nipples. And when I really wanted her to be a mindless fucktoy, I ran my finger over her clit.
When I finally let her go, she fell into a heap next to me, more exhausted that I was before. But her constant quivering was basically edging me for about a half hour. I was going mad and needed a release. I pounced on her, fucking her even harder. I knew it was hurting her, but I could also see that she was cumming at the same time. I aimed more or less for her tits, and still left a wake of cum across her body.
I got her a towel, and we snuggled for a bit. She accidentally stroked my ego, admitting that I make her cum in a way that normally only her sex toys are capable of. I noted that I’m definitely going to be enjoying the videos of us playing later, then decided to pull up the video of her on top of me. It was stunning, and I showed it to her. She wiggled with excitement, then joked that she wanted to do it again, right now.
What she didn’t know is the video was already making me hard again. Honestly, I was just going to let it calm down and pass out. But she was bluffing, and I had to call it. I made her get back on my cock.
I was a little nicer this time, letting her rest more often in between her quivers. At this point she was in full worship of my cock, pushing her body willfully past it’s limits to get more and more fucked. She was lasting shorter and shorter periods of time before collapsing back on my chest, trying to breath. It got down to about 20 seconds up before hitting her limits.
Towards the end, I started bear-hugging her and fucking upwards. The edging was driving me mad, and she was taking drastically longer to break this time. When she finally finished, I was boiling with primal lust. I could feel how tight her pussy was from swelling up. I knew that my body was going to be a wreck in the morning. But I didn’t care. This little fucktoy slut was the center of all of my attention, and I wanted to pound her tiny body into the mattress.
I put a hand over her mouth, and another around her neck. I looked her right in the eyes and told her that she’s helpless, there’s nothing she could do to make me stop. This was all for my pleasure, and I was going to use her however I saw fit.
I watched as her eyes rolled back into that, “Oh fuck that is good” look that she’d been abusing. I gave her one last hard thrust, and only just barely pulled out before cumming over her tiny body again.
At that point, we could barely move. We had to crawl back to comfortable positions on the bed, and quickly passed out. I was so drained that even in the morning, I still wasn’t recovered. I was going to need at least another 12 hours.
**Night three: More rope**
I’ll let you in on a little secret: My stories are not 100% accurate.
Sometimes I forget things. Out of the first couple nights spent with my latest fucktoy, I forgot some incredibly fun moments. There was slowly dragging a wooden spoon over her butt, then spanking her until her entire ass had the cutest red glow. There was the moment where she hid the spoon under the covers, only to find out I packed two wooden spoons. There was the moment she hid that spoon, too.
And my personal favorite, when she was tied up and completely helpless, was me sitting just out of her reach and watching her struggle as I sketched her. I’m pretty proud of that work of art, too.
Sometimes I intentionally fudge details to hide the identity of the women I’m playing with. Other times, I edit down the sex amount, just to keep it in the believable realm, or to cut down on the repetition of the number of times I made her legs shake uncontrollably from cumming too hard.
I’m a sadist, and when I find that moment where I can completely control another person’s body, I don’t stop.
And I’m a realist. I know that I can’t always put up a 4-hour long performance for the women I meet. I try to temper those expectations early on, just in case I have a bad cramp, or if I just plain run out of energy.
For whatever reason, this girl was pulling out everything I had, then making me want to push farther. And every morning, I was feeling it. Dehydrated, sore and with a raging headache. I hadn’t had a single drink on this trip, and every morning I was hung over. I got some water, breakfast and painkillers, and we made plans to meet up that night.
I spent the better part of the work day trying to find another slut to play with, someone she could fuck with a strap on as I joined in, someone to add some extra energy as I recovered. She’s mostly a lesbian, and my hard-fucking was bruising up her pussy. Her blowjob skills were relatively new. She needed a slow-down, too.
Instead, all we found where dudes that didn’t understand what we were looking for, from the single guys cut-and-pasting replies to anyone that had a pussy, to the couple that wanted what sounded like a fairly vanilla soft-swap swinger scene. Neither of us were into it, so I came up with a new plan: She needed to model for me.
I had her dress in the most embarrassing set of underwear she had, all lacy and strappy, with no crotch and a nice framing of her ass. When I had her send me pics of her favorite bra and panty combos, this one stuck out because her body language was actually shy and demure, with one hand covering her pussy.
She promised to be a good girl. We started by stripping her down to her underwear, and I guided her to the chaise lounge under the hotel window. We left the drapes open, in case anyone wanted to watch.
I roped her wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Without her struggling, I was able to make the ties look a little more aesthetic, but I’m still a long way away from being a shibari master.
I pulled her arms up, then lashed them to her torso. I added some ropes to prevent her from straightening her legs, else the lines would rub against her pussy and asshole. She looked perfect, and I spent some time photographing her.
Because she was a good girl, I let her struggle a bit to see if she could get out. She couldn’t and pouted a little. It made for some very lovely photos.
I undid the ropes crossing her pussy and ass, picked her up, and placed her on the office chair. She almost tried to escape, forgetting that her legs were all but useless. I pushed her back, and started tying her to the chair. Her arms were just loose enough to flip me off. I smiled, took off my pants, and made her watch me stroke my cock to her helpless body.
In theory, this was all built to take it slow, to take it easy, to let my old man body recover.
Her pouting. Her helplessness. Her flipping me off. Her perfect, sexy, amazing fucking body. Knowing how tight and wet her little pussy was…
I had enough. I started to untie her from the chair, and untie her legs. I don’t know if she thought I was freeing her. All I really needed was the ability to spread her legs and fuck her. I threw her on the bed, rolled her on her back, and took what was mine. I didn’t even bother pulling her panties off, just pushing the ribbon to the side of her pussy lips.
At that point, this flood of energy hit me. I don’t know how, I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t care. I used it.
For the next hour or so, I continued to toss her around in whatever position I wanted. For doggy style, I made a small mountain of pillows, tossed her over it like a rag doll, then filled her cunt as I slapped her ass.
I put her on her back, pushed her ankles up to her ears, and looked her in the eye as lust robbed her speech.
I grabbed her by the hair and pushed my cock down as far as I could, feeling her throat in my tip.
Over and over, I used her. And she smiled and wiggled and came and snuggled and fucked.
At some point, I untied her. It had to have in between rounds. Her bra was removed and thrown in a corner. Neither of us believed the time on the clock. One more load of cum over her tits and belly, and I collapsed next to her. We stole as much air as we could, positive that our bodies were empty.
We chatted, and we sent some pics and videos to another one of my fucktoys, who sadly couldn’t make the trip to join us. And sharing that with her… it built up a little more. I felt it.
My legs were gone. But my cock was hardening again. I grabbed her by the hair and made her start to suck me again. I sent the other fucktoy live pics of her on my cock. I got even harder.
I had her climb up and sit on my cock. It was a familiar finale for her now, riding me and cumming and quivering. I knew she couldn’t really handle it, and I loved it. I wanted every last bit of energy from her. I wanted to watch her perfect, pierced tits in front of my face. I wanted her to chant, “oh god oh god oh god,” as my cock filled her. I wanted to feel her legs and pussy squeeze me every time she came. I wanted to feel her body pressed against my chest every time she needed to catch her breath, with half of my cock still deep inside of her.
She fucked as long as she dared. She knew damn well what edging my cock would do, and I delivered. One last time, as she slumped off of me and rolled on her back, I pounced. Full of primal energy, I fucked her hard. I wanted to cum inside of her, to fill her pussy with cum. I teased her with this thought. She could only moan and bite her lip.
With my last bit of control and power, I pulled out, unleashing one last coat of jizz on this cute little fucktoy.
Clearly, I’m going to have to use her again someday.
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