I once convinced a dude to miss an international flight to fuck me [FM]

I can truly do amazing things with my ass.

I met a dude in a foreign country and he basically moved in with me. Idk man, we fucked A LOT back then and got creative. He wouldn’t let me come without permission and I basically handed over my underwear every time we were out.

The only thing was, we only had two weeks together. He was kind of on vacation and supposed to fly back.

He didn’t fly back.

The day before he was about to leave, he made me take my underwear off while we were out at dinner. He put them in my mouth as we were walking home and then made me play “fetch” where he’d throw them across the room and make me crawl on all fours to retrieve them.

*You know, just a normal Friday.*

He pulled his dick out and started stroking it as I did it and made some comment about how he was going to miss me on my knees.

“Want me too suck it then?” I asked.

“I didn’t give you permission to talk… but also yes.”

He didn’t even face fuck me like he usually did (*he usually stood and would slam my head down over and over*) but let me take charge as I slowly moved him in and out of his mouth.

He gasped as he leaned back and stroked my hair. “Fuck, I’m going to miss this. I’m going to fuck until you can’t close your damn legs tonight, V.” He pulled my hair and told me to look him in the eye as I did it and pushed my head down until tears were in my eyes. “Harder,” he said.

I went faster, letting my tongue slide around it as I pushed deeper.

“You want it in you, right?”

I nodded as I went deeper.

“You’re nice and tight for me?”

I nodded and whimpered as I quickened my pace and let him slide down my throat.

“Good because you’re going to stay like that for so long. I’m going to fucking torture you until you’re begging so hard like a little slut.”

He came then and pushed me deeper as I swallowed.

*He never lasted long when he called me a little slut. Nothing made him come faster than degradation.*

I sat back and stared at him. “Will you please fuck me?”

He laughed. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

“Ok… What if you didn’t get on the plane tomorrow?”

His eyes got big and he looked nervous. “Your boyfriend going to be cool with that?”

“He was never my boyfriend and I don’t know if you noticed but I stopped mentioning him days ago. I broke it off.”

“For me?”

“For me, asshole.”

“V, what the fuck am I going to do in this country for three months? Sit around and wait for you to get home from work everyday?”

I shrugged. “Honestly? Yes. And then fuck me everyday.”

He considered this for a while. “I… this feels like a relationship talk.”

“I don’t want a relationship. I want sex.”

He smiled. “You do, don’t you? I’ve never met anyone who wants it as much as you.”

I stroked his dick once and smiled when he got hard again on command. “You’re going to make me go all summer without this?”

“I don’t think you could handle a whole summer of it.”

“Try me…”

He shook his head. “Let’s just enjoy this for what it is, ok? Then I’ll go home and it will officially be the best two week sex bender of my life.”

“Fine. Please fuck me then.”

“Get naked and push yourself against the window.”

I was VERY happy to do this, but after I was there he didn’t join me.

“I want your breasts pushed all the way against the glass until they’re cold and hard.”

“Yes sir,” I moaned as I pressed myself against the wall and cried out.

Still he didn’t join me. Instead he picked up a book and made me stay like that for at least 15 minutes. He’d look over on occasion and chuckle to
himself. “You’re lucky we’re so high up. I would still make you do this if we were on the ground floor and everyone would know you’re a fucking whore on display.”

“Please fuck me,” I moaned.

“Are you miserable yet?” He asked.

“I’ve been miserable. Please at least let me get myself off.”

“Oh V,” he chuckled. “You’re not getting yourself off tonight. You’re only going to come around my dick.”

“Dude, please,” I was getting desperate. “I need it so much.”

“How wet are you?”

“Dripping.”

He finally stood up, approached me, and gently slid his hands between my legs. “You weren’t joking,” he chuckled as he stuck a finger inside me and laughed when my body jolted on response. He pulled us hand out and stuck his fingers in my mouth.

“Damn I love how your body responds to this. I’ll make you a deal, Viola. I’ll fuck you if you agree to do absolutely anything I want until I leave.”

“How does that differ from normal?”

“We’re going to get weird.”

“Again, how does that differ from normal?”

He slapped my ass then and I yelped. “Attitude check?”

“Yes sir,” I moaned.

“Besides, I have VERY big plans. First you’re going to lick my asshole. Then I’m going to bend you over and spank you until you’re ass is blue. Then you’re going to beg for my dick. And I mean you’re REALLY going to beg. And finally, when you’re so tight and deprived you’re crying for me, you’re going to take my dick and I’m going to fuck you so hard you never forget who owns this.” He pushed his fingers and moved them back inside of me as I moaned and whimpered at his touch. “And you’re going to do all this with overwhelming enthusiasm. Do you understand?”

“Anything,” I gasped. “I’ll do anything.”

“What’s fun about you is that you really will,” he laughed. “You’re such a fucking slut.”

“Fuck me like a slut,” I whispered. “Please fuck me now.”

He laughed and pulled his fingers out and I groaned at the emptiness. He reached his hands around and cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples until I slammed my hand against the window. “You’re very, very far from that, but you’re going to earn it like a good girl, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“Fuck dude,” I moaned as he pinched me again. “I’m going to earn it like a good girl.”

“All night. I can do anything I want to you.”

“Yes, all night. Anything,” I whimpered. I was getting very, very heated.

“Fine, you want it?”

“Yes damn it!”

“Then you know what to fucking do.”

*Eating ass is odd. I usually wait to perform this specific act in the shower, but whatever, we had a bidet. I realize this is a huge turnoff for many folks, but as someone who has been on both sides of this, idk man, it’s worth it for those nerve endings.*

So did I love licking his ass with long strokes of my tongue? Fuck yes. He fucking crumbled with every stroke and started touching himself while I did it.

I paused for a second, “Oh god, please don’t come. I need you inside of me.” He pushed my head in deeper and told me to speed up, noting he would come as much as he wants and I wasn’t in control here. He also told me to show a little more “enthusiasm.”

*Im licking this man’s god damn asshole, but sure, let me put some pizzazz into it.*

Finally he pulled my hair and let me fall back. He circled me a few times and rubbed his dick all over my face. “You’re going to take this anyway I want, right?”

“Yes.”

“Because you’re a desperate fucking slut who wants it.”

“Yes! Ok? I’m a desperate slut who will let you do anything to me because I want your dick. You can whip me, pull my hair, fuck my ass. I don’t care. I’ll lick anything you ask. Just tell me what to do. Please dude. Please fuck me.”

“Jesus V, are you ok? Do you need to safe word me?”

“No! Just tell me what to do.”

So he did agree fuck me, in possibly the most degrading way possible. This asshole made me get pillows for HIS knees while I had to stay on all fours ON THE VERY hard tile. He even made me put my head on the ground and lick it.

*Just a normal Friday.*

He spanked me then. Every time he hit me I’d yelp and then he’d make me beg for it again. He spanked me until I started crying and then leaned back and fondled me for a bit.

“I can see handprints which is always fun,” he laughed as he grabbed a handful of my ass. I was so sore I grimaced and let out a sharp breath. “You have a high pain tolerance, you know that?”

“I don’t,” I moaned. “I’m just good at taking it.”

“Good god, that’s hot.” He slammed into me then and I cried out at the sensation.

I was tight AF by then and he was so big it hurt on a good day… but damn it felt good. Every single thrust was painful bliss. My hands started shaking as I took it and begged him not to stop.

“If you come before my permission, the only dick you’re getting will be up your ass.”

“Oh snap, promise?” I breathed.

He slapped my ass then. “It won’t be pleasant for you. It will only be for me.”

“Fine, can I please come?”

“Beg me for it.”

“Sir, can I please, please come. Please let me come around your dick. It will make you feel good.”

“Say it’s for me.”

“It’s for you.”

“Don’t even enjoy it.”

“Damn it!” I cried. “Please let me come.”

“For me.”

“Yes! For you.”

He slapped me once and slammed into me again. “Fucking come then.”

I came so hard my whole body convulsed as I cried out and shook with pleasure.

“You fucking whore…” he tried to say, but he couldn’t help it and came inside me as he pushed my head into the ground.

Afterward he pulled out and made me stay on the ground as he went to our room and grabbed a butt plug.

*Sometimes… We really did get weird. I mean, we always got weird, but some of the shit we did was so degrading, I’m kind of surprised I was ok with it… even more surprised I was turned on by it.*

All that is to say, when he stuck a butt plug in me and used me as a footrest as he watched a show while his cum dripped out of me, conventional wisdom says I should not have been turned on.

I was.

Fuck, it got me. On more than one occasion during this half hour show I begged him to fuck me. He would just laugh and tell me it was hot when I was desperate.

CNN btw. We were watching CNN.

At one point he broke character, “If the U.S. intervenes in this I’m going to start lying about being a veteran.”

“I’m sorry I’m having a hard time contemplating world politics in this specific position.”

He started laughing. “Sorry. When we go for long periods like this, I sometimes get bored and just want to talk to you as V instead of my sub.”

“You’re fucking BORED? I’m naked and being used as a footrest.”

“Fine. You want me to fucking dom? Is that it?”

“Actually yes.”

“Fine.”

He got behind me and fucked me again like that, slapping my ass as he called me a whore and told me to take it.

*Getting fucked with a butt plug in is HIGHLY underrated. Good lord, it feels good.*

“Jesus Christ, are you close?” He asked

“I didn’t know I was allowed,” I groaned.

“Dear god, yes. You can come.”

I did and he did shortly after me. Then we laid on my floor exhausted.

“How do you know I’m not a psycho? What if I stay and I turn out to be insane.”

I started laughing uncontrollably. “Are you kidding me? You ARE insane. You Just made me play fetch with my underwear and used me as a footrest. It scares me how fucking dark you get, but I fucking love it.”

“You really do.”

“So you’re staying?”

“V, I am leaving at 6am. I will fuck you up until that moment, but I am getting on that plane.”

“Fine, but if you find some slut in America you better share her when I get back.”

He started laughing and flipped me on my stomach then. We fucked again on the floor.

Then he tied me to my bed and ate me out. Then I tied him to my bed and sucked his dick. We fucked all damn night. When we weren’t fucking we would just play with our naked bodies until we could go again. At one point he bent me over the table and held me in place by fucking biting my neck as he slammed into me.

*We had good sex, y’all.*

When 5:30 rolled around I was feeling physically ill. We were eating spaghetti for breakfast and I was trying not to cry.

*I don’t know why. I had only known him for two weeks. We weren’t in love or anything. I just really liked him. And I liked fucking him.*

“You might be the hottest person I’ve ever seen. It’s been a pleasure on many levels,” I finally sighed.

“I’m not dying, Viola. I’m going home.”

“What the fuck is there for you there anyway? What are you going to do all summer?”

He stared at me for a second and his face drained of color a little. “I… I don’t know. I can’t stay here though.”

“Why?”

“It’s not healthy. How are you going to focus on your research with us doing this all the time?”

“I’ve actually been pretty clear headed since this whole thing started.”

He smiled. “You’re addicted to it. I’ve seen this before.”

“Yes, yes, your dick is magical.”

“No, I’m just saying you’ve never ACTUALLY subbed and rough sex is addicting.”

*The truth is, I was addicted. But that’s a diagnosis for another day.*

“Who cares? Why not spend all summer fucking like this?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like I should go home because…”

He got weird then. He stopped talking and got kind of bummed.

“Are you ok, dude?”

He went on a rant about how he didn’t know how to go home. He didn’t have anyone waiting besides his parents who he swore were more traumatized by his time in the army then he was. He looked absolutely terrified and almost sick.

“Holy shit,” he finally said. “I don’t know if I can go home.”

I got very sad for him then and my desire for him to stay took on a different meaning. “Then don’t.”

He stared at me and finally nodded. “Convince me.”

I stood up and shrugged off the robe I was wearing. He was naked and I watched him get hard as he looked me up and down. “I want you,” I finally said.

“Bend over the table.”

I did and he stood behind me. He smiled as he rubbed my ass a few times and commented about how it was bruised.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked.

“I just… I’m supposed to be leaving. I’m realizing I can go now and get on the plane or fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” I finally whispered.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me towards him as he put himself inside of me. I gasped as he wove his fingers into mine and fucked me so hard I cried out his name when I climaxed.

We slept for hours after that and went a full 8 hours without fucking. We broke our “dry spell” when he had the nerve to say his dick was sore. Yes, Mr. “Lick my ass and then let me spank you until I can see handprints” had the nerve to say he was sore. I slapped him and then he chased me into the room and fucked me against the wall.

So yeah, he didn’t get on that plane. It was a great summer.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w9pps8/i_once_convinced_a_dude_to_miss_an_international