I was on top of her, with both hands holding her wrists above her head. We were both breathing heavily. Her dress is pulled off and her tits swaying back and forward as she struggles to escape my grasp. For a brief moment, she paused and broke character to give me directions. She looked up and said, “Slap me. Hard!”
Sarah was your typical actress who came to New York to pursue her dream to become a star. She never did become famous. I had not seen her in anything, and I have no idea if she was a good actor or not. But, if our roleplaying were any indication, she was very believable. Sarah was a brunette, with big bright eyes. Petite, yet busty. She wore a pixie cut that showed off her cheekbones and freckles. Beautiful and forgettable all at once. On the outside, you’d never suspect Sarah of being this kinky. She was sweet looking, kind, polite, and grew up religious. She was marriage material for most men, and the boys she dated were always proper with her, even when they were naked.
We met on Craigslist when casual encounters were still a thing. To be completely honest, I don’t even remember how we hooked up. It was probably the right message at the right time, on a late lonely night when we both needed some physical company. We exchanged emails, then texts. The conversation was always sexually charged. Sarah wasn’t shy and she talked about her fantasies and desires. She told me that she was into pain and being overpowered. At the time, I didn’t know the term CNC, but that’s exactly what she was looking for. Someone and somewhere safe, where she can be put into her place.
Everything about our “relationship” was based on primal impulses. We only text each other late at night. Maybe after a boring date and the conversation will always veer toward kinky sex.
It took a while before we finally met. Being busy was our excuse, but in reality, she and I both needed that time to feel comfortable enough to go through with what we were going to do. The roughest I’ve ever been with a woman was slapping her ass. Hardly the brutal dom she was fantasizing about. But we both knew we wanted to experience this. We wanted to explore our animalistic lust and the only requirement was a willing partner who wasn’t a crazy murderer. I happen to fit that bill for her, a perfectly functioning member of society, good-looking enough, and most importantly, share the deviant sexual desires that we rather keep private underneath of normie facade.
Our first date was like any other. We agreed on a time, I picked a place that was convenient for her, and we flirted with anticipation. The only difference is that we both knew we were going to fuck each other and let our wild side out should the opportunity arise. To make sure that we move towards this path. I asked her to wear a dress on our date.
“Why? So you can stare at my tits? Instead of looking me in the eyes”
“No, so I can tear it off you in one go.”
“Maybe.”
The day came I arrived at a cocktail bar that was darkly lit. When she walked in, she was stunning. She was a little taller than I had expected and she was were a dress with black and white stripes. It was a casual dress, that works in any situation. She wore a black lacy bra, with the strap showing and it was just the right amount of revealing.
We did the usual exchange of pleasantries and carried on a meaningless conversation about mundane things as most first dates do. But I wasn’t there to be proper with her. I didn’t care if we were going to have a second date and I don’t want happily ever after with her. This is not her agenda either. So I lean in towards her, discreetly brush my fingers over her “too covered up” breasts, and whispered, “Lose the bra and panties.” Sarah was a little shocked at my forwardness, despite our past explicit conversations, this had still been a normal date up until now.
“What? Here?! You’re mad.”
I smirk as I said, “I know you’re not shy. Besides, it’s fun not getting caught.”
She just looked at me with a grin and walked off towards the bathroom.
When Sarah walked back, you can see the freedom her tits were experiencing as they bounced with her every step.
“Give them to me,” I told her.
Without a word, she handed me her panties in a bunch. To her mortification, I open my hand and let it air out on our table.
Her eyes wild and said, “Oh my god! You are crazy. Put it away.”
“Why, no one is looking.”
It’s true, we were in a discreet corner and no one can see. Her being exposed like this had changed the mood. All that’s on our minds now is to get back to my place. But we wanted to savor the moment and our half-emptied drinks.
I reach over and touched her breasts again. This time without the barrier of a bra. I can feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Sarah let out a little moan and said, “Mmm… you are bold. No one has ever done this to me before, let alone on a first date.” I looked into her eyes and said, “I hope there are going to be a lot of ‘firsts’ tonight.”
We finished our drinks and head back to my place.
The moment we got into the elevator, I pulled her in and kissed her. It’s funny that I groped her breasts before even kissing her. We were all over each other, my hands immediately reached between her legs to find her already exposed pussy. She was cleanly shaven and already wet with anticipation.
I fumbled to get my keys and as soon as the front door closed, we were madly making out and touching every inch of each other. Something changed in Sarah’s eyes and she began to take control. She kneel down in front of me and undid my pants. She was no longer the wholesome-looking woman that a nice man wants to marry. She is now replaced by a cock hungry slut who wants to give in to all her bodily desires. At this moment, it was all about sex and pleasure.
She took out my cock and took it in her mouth. All the while, looking up at me with her big bright eyes. Sarah knew what she was doing and we got into a rhythm. She closed her eyes and swallowed me whole. Her hand grabs my ass as I push myself deep into her throat. Sarah alternated between deep-throating me, licking my shaft, and sucking on my balls.
All of a sudden, she stops.
At first, I was confused. She gets up, still in her dress, and said to me, “I want to do what we talked about. I want you to take me against my will.”
I grabbed her and tried to pull her in, but she resisted. For real. She push back and tried to escape me. This is a game, that needed to feel real for her. I tried to grab her again, this time holding onto her wrist tight. I pulled her in and yanked her dress down. Her bare tits bounced as it was being exposed. I pull her in from behind, while my arm twist around her forming a lock on her body. My free hand roams over her bare breasts, pinching her nipples when I can.
With my weight advantage, I pulled her onto the ground, right next to my front door. I overpowered her. My body on top of hers, my hand holding on her wrist above her head, as I start sucking on her tits. Biting her nipples as she squirms and tries to escape.
“Ouch… Ahh…. No…” she would complain.
This is when she broke character and asked to me slap her.
“Ok” was all I said and I slap her on the face.
***** ***smack.**** It was more like a light tap than a slap.
“Slap me harder,” she demanded.
****Smack**** It was still not hard enough.
“Let me show you.”
Sarah sat up and without warning, slap me across the face. I still remember the sting on my cheeks distinctly. It felt like an out-of-body experience. My vision blurred and I was seeing stars. It was only for a second or two, but it pain felt longer.
I regain myself and slapped her back. My fight or flight instincts were triggered and this time, I didn’t hold back.
****SMACK.**** Right across her face and she fell backward. She was down for the count. I look at her taking in the pain. Breathing heavily, her face turned to avoid looking at me. Tears may have filled her eyes, I couldn’t tell.
I got up and took off the rest of my clothes, while she lay there.
I pulled her dress off, without any resistance. I spread her legs and entered her. She mumbled a faint “no” but didn’t stop me.
On the floor naked, Sarah let me have my way with her. Fucking her and claiming her body like a hunter ravishing his prey. The sex was primal, raw, and fast. As I feel the need to cum, she just squeeze her pussy and I knew she wanted me to fill her up. As I unload inside of her, I collapse on her. Sarah wrapped her arms around me as I lay over her, still inside of her. She gave me a kiss on the neck and asked “Can I talk a shower?”
And just like that, we returned to reality. Our sensible and civilized selves took over again. I helped her up and gave her a fresh towel as she jumped in the shower. I got us a glass of water and waited in the bedroom.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and crawled into bed with me. “That was hot.” She said. We kissed and promptly passed out from exhaustion.
EDIT: fixed formatting
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