This is a true story, the first part of a weekend-long fuck-bender that came out of me and my partner’s trip to the desert. Drugs, pegging, subspace, monster cocks…enjoy!
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So, some background on me. Im bisexual, and very masc-presenting. Im athletic, broad-shouldered, hairy, and hung. The reason I mention this is not for weird macho bragging rights, but because I read very dominant when in actuality, Im very switchy. I relish giving up control, but have a hard time finding people who both find those aspects of me hot, are trustworthy enough to explore that space with me, and are willing to indulge it. I enjoy topping/domming through, so *not* exploring it has never felt like I was missing out.
An additional aspect of my experience is how substances influence how I fall on that spectrum. Specifically, molly makes me *melt* into a submissive puddle and burn with a need to get fucked. It’s something Ive wanted to play with for awhile but have lacked a partner Ive trusted to take the reins. I’ve bottomed before but…the experience was sufficient for me to more-or-less swear off pursuing men as a whole.
I recently started seeing someone who was very into the idea of fucking me when in full molly anal-slut submode, who also likes getting fucked while rolling. Shes female-presenting, and goes by N. After a long flirtation and some planning a few months into our relationship, we planned on going to the middle of nowhere, locking ourselves in a room, and fucking each other’s brains out in a haze of lubricant and narcotics.
N is gorgeous in that Greek Statue kind of way; perky c-cup tits, an untamed mane of black hair, a jawline that is both strong and feminine, tiny waist, a heart-shaped ass shaped by years of sports activity, lithe legs that betray more than a hint of muscular definition, pale skin, big, dark hazel eyes, and a really, really cute button nose. She’s super hot. I’m a fan.
It also helps that we’re both Bad Dragon fans, and brought a galaxy of oversize cum-slinging monster cocks with us on this trip. Party favors, as it were.
As we drove out to the venue, we planned the cadence – Once prepared, we’d mix the molly up in water, and syringe it up my ass. This makes it absorb faster, creates a more intense high, and also makes you metabolize the substance faster – thereby sobering up faster. This last bit was important, because after an hour of her having her way with me, it was her turn to dose – and my turn to have my way with her, and I wanted my dick to work. It didn’t hurt that dosing molly up the ass – personally – enhanced my subby sluttiness, as discovered by a few encounters I’ve had at festivals.
The room was every bit the trippy love nest you imagine; blacklights filling the room, hours-long, HD porn movies projected on the wall. Sexy music playing. After a quick shower, i mixed the molly with water and made sure it was completely dissolved, and readied the syringe. The last step was to lay down on the bed, and have N administer.
She had been waiting months for this experience, and it was clear – leisurely rubbing coconut oil on my back, massaging my thighs, ass, and occasionally slipping a finger into me. She pushed her naked body against my back, smearing the oil across her gorgeous, c-cup tits while exhaling hotly into my ear. Her body is smooth, tight, and athletic, and the warmth of her on my back is delightful.
This continues for several minutes, N relishing the role she gets to play, that shes been waiting for. She grabs my hips, and pulls me into a face-down/ass-up position, gently rubbing lube on my ass. A few moments pass, and I feel the strange smoothness of the syringe enter me, followed by the slight coolness of the molly-infused water as its pushed into my insides, rapidly beginning to absorb through mucus membranes.
She returns me to my previous prone position, and resumes the massage. The change in perception is subtle at first – the pleasure from the massage becoming more clear in my experience, and commanding priority in my mental narrative and perception. Within minutes, I am surprised to find myself panting with an open mouth, the occasional throaty moan slipping out of me as she pushes tension out of the muscles of my back.
It feels good. Too good to ignore, but also distinctly nonsexual. Just…a really amazing, relaxing massage that happens to have me audibly moaning. It’s…difficult to describe. At the same time Im amused at this change in my perception as the molly absorbs into my bloodstream further, I hear N say that she’s going to start. The noise of pleasure from simply existing is so loud I can only nod an assent. The sheer speed with which molly dosed in this fashion ramps up from ‘I feel something’ to ‘I am a puddle that can only feel pleasure’ is astounding; the change happens within minutes.
She starts off slow, with a smaller toy. Im so relaxed at this point that theres barely any resistance to the penetration, as she glides into me. The sensation is pleasant, and after an appropriate amount of warmup(In reality, likely less than 5 minutes), I let N know im ready for a bigger toy.
She slips out of me, and swaps her toy for one of mine – a rainbow triple-core dildo that I’ve gotten *close* with a few times, but have never actually cum from. This one encounters some resistance and requires N to enter me in slow, smooth pushes, with her thighs resting on mine. It feels amazing, occasional pain blossoming into a pleasure that is distinctly harder to ignore than the previous toy.
N continues to gently guide herself into me and out, and I spend this time trying to deconstruct the mental barriers that separate me from this person I connect deeply with. It’s not that the pleasure was ignorable before, it’s that I wasn’t giving myself permission to be vulnerable and experience pleasure in this way. A lifetime of familial macho bullshit programming combined with the last decade or so of bad experiences as a result of attempting to deconstruct that programming is, at once, brought crumbling down as I shine the light of heavy-duty narcotics, a hot chick, and a cum-launching dragon dick on it.
As a result of this mental work, I get more and more into it. Im pushing myself back against and into her strokes. The unmistakable noises of Someone Getting Fucked Well unconsciously bubble up and out of my mouth, the soft gasps and low moans of genuine connection. I feel everything, and everything feels transcendent. Im biting my lip, fingers clawing into the mattress, waves of pleasure occasionally driving my eyes to roll back in my head. If I weren’t getting my world completely rocked, I’d laugh at myself.
It’s hard to be cynical about yourself when someone is spending a lot of time and effort to make your face contort in the ways only possible when youre being fucked stupid.
But, there’s more to experience. During a lull, I tell N that Im ready for one of the Bad Dragon toys. Half-spoken, half-enraptured groan. I also tell her now would be a good time for her to drop, as I don’t imagine I have much more than 30-40 minutes of this left in me.
She withdraws, gears herself up, pops a pill, and resumes the position. If you know Bad Dragon models, this is a Medium Nox. She lines herself up and gently – slowly – pushes into me. The previous experiences in this session seemed overwhelming, but are quickly dwarfed by even the initial sensations – her cock is *fat* and *long*, it’s girth relentlessly stretching me out, with MDMA-suffused nerves absolutely alight with pleasure. Within moments, I’m feverishly pushing myself back on her thrusts, grinding my ass against her silicone monster cock, the muscles of my back coiled and taut beneath oiled skin, fingers splayed out on the bed as I gasp in-between throaty moans. As far as novel sexual experiences go, I’m having an excellent time.
Now, both N and I have a cum fetish, and this has manifested in a few different ways. Specifically in this case, the Nox she’s using on me has a cum tube built in. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a large syringe that youre able to load up with Bad Dragon’s in-house Cum Lube – a water-based lubricant designed to mimic the stickiness and goopiness of cum. Depressing the plunger sends a stream of sticky-white slipperiness up the tube built into the toy, and a titanic, sloppy cumshot paints everything in front of it. Later this same night, she wore my toy(medium chance, cum tube) and I gave her a blowjob in the shower. It’s great fun.
Anyway, that’s relevant because after sending me repeatedly into space on a rocket of eyes-rolling-back-in-head blinding pleasure, i open my eyes and see her grab the syringe full of cum, ‘oh fuck’, she moans, the bulbous monstercock stretching me again as her hips slap my ass ‘Im gonna fucking cum!’ shes driving into me faster and harder, her breath ragged on my neck. I recognize the animalistic urgency shes thrusting into me with; it’s one of my favorite parts of when *I* top someone.
I immediately start pushing back into her, begging for her to breed me with her cock, to fill me with her cum, for her to make me hers. N is smaller than me by a fair amount, so my body shaped by endless gym hours and strength training sessions fully tensed under the sexual strain very much looks like she is the one riding a monster. We’re both sweat-slicked, trying desperately to grab at each other to pull the other closer than our physical forms can allow, and the noises coming from this room at this point make me deeply appreciative the nearest neighbor is a mile away.
At this point, the sensations and pleasure im feeling are so foreign that I don’t really have a rule in my playbook to deal with them; it feels like a continuous, full-body orgasm that fades, then roars back into existence as blinding-brilliant as it was before. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure-static, but maintain full control of my body that stands in stark contrast to my typical orgasms. It’s bizarre, because I know – chemically – I have no way to cum here, but why would I want to if riding a scintillating whirlwind of unending, continuous not-quite-an-orgasm bliss is an alternative? It is *wild*.
N cums *hard* and i mean that not only in the sense of her quickly depressing the plunger and shooting thick ropes of lubricum into me, but also I hear her characteristic quiet moan as an orgasm wracks her body, her body shuddering into mine. I feel the toy’s cum spray into me, a pleasant, slippery fullness as the full contents of the oversize syringe are plunged into me. If I ever had any doubts of my own sluttiness, the *pop* thats heard as she removes herself from me, followed by a waterfall of faux-cum from my abused asshole dispels them easily.
Im excited, even as we cuddled together in a sweat-and-cum-soaked post-coital haze – I’m reeling from the experience, the pulsing full-body technicolor pleasure still echoing in my head and body, and the fact that I’ve never been fucked this well, man or woman. Im also excited that I get to give her as good as she gives, as I see her eyes dilate from the pill she took earlier. Time to pay her back *with interest*.
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If people like this, I can work on part 2 – or, how I strap a VR headset loaded with hypnosis porn to N’s head and fuck her senseless which she thanks me through half-moaned whispers.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ydl2nm/i_33m_discover_my_gf27f_can_top_me_really_well_mf
Great story! This is definitely a big fantasy of mine as well. I’m just not nearly as experienced to handle such an evening.
part 2 pls
Yes please more!
So did you cum? Also Nox is a lovely choice :) and Chance for oral!