I’ve been single now about 6 months. My first serious relationship ended abruptly, not by my choice. I was pretty devastated most of the summer. I decided I was feeling a little touch starved in August and downloaded tinder and hinge.
I’d met a couple guys over the summer and gone on one date. It was a simple hike with a guy I think I have a lot in common with in my hobbies. I can always “feel” sexual compatability and don’t think him and I have it though. I was left feeling frustrated sexually until I met J on tinder.
We both identify as switches, but we both lean pretty subby. We have good banter and lots of fun with snap chat and texting. He is also a really sweet human who I have a connection with emotionally as well. We live 90 miles apart though so seeing each other in person hasn’t been available yet due to both having heavy and difficult schedules.
I’ve been craving a brutal fuck for awhile. I also crave soft snuggles and kisses, sexual tension and flirting. I have been starting to throw more lines in the water for that. J has been supportive, and has a cuck fetish. He is fine with it, as long as I send videos or photos.
I was bored after a 12 hour day of classes and popped on tinder just to see if I had messages because I keep my notifications turned off. In my queue of swipeable matches was a face I recognized. I clicked into the profile and scrolled, trying to jog my memory.
K had worked with me in my industry 6-7 years ago. I had a huge crush on him the moment I saw him. He was so tall, broad, stoic and had a great beard. Masculinity had definitions writing on this man’s appearance. I was a young little wild thing though, and he knew I was sniffing around but never gave any reason to push any harder than making puppy eyes at him across the venues we worked at. Even though we didn’t work together, we saw each other at events. He lived 160 miles away, and I sort of forgot about him after a couple years.
So there’s K’s profile on my tinder. It’s a simple bio-“in MN until Sunday, enjoys beer, steak, and fires, 6’5″, not vanilla.” My pulse quickens as I go to swipe right. It was a match! He messages me first, “hey wait I know you.” We exchange numbers and the next night I’m driving 40 minutes to a bar to meet.
He is staying about 2 hours away in a remote and beautiful cabin. We agree to meet for a beer and catch up. We had texted about some basic safety/kink/limit things so the gears in my head had already started turning. I decide to grab something from my lingerie drawer my ex never once appreciated and start the drive.
I’m so nervous, but I’m so horny at this point. I’m touch starved, and my ex wasn’t a kink person so I’m dripping wet. I slide into a favorite set of mine: Neon pink lace bra and an assless/crotchless panty where the straps just sort of loop around the outer butt cheeks. Other than that I look like a normal northern gal in my winter boots and a beanie.
I get to the dive bar and he gets up to hug me. He is so much bigger than I remember! I’m 5’9″ and full figured and he makes me feel small and petite. I can feel my mind shift into first gear of sub mode. I haven’t been safely there in years at this point and I can’t help my pussy is drooling just for being physically in the same room as him.
He’s soft spoken and sweet. He isn’t shy at all – just a stoic introvert. We catch up over a couple beers and toss in some little jabs about what we have on the menu for the night. His cabin is another hour drive north. We decide it’s time to get into the next phase and pay out.
It’s always a beautiful drive and the fresh snow makes it feel quiet and isolated. Every now and then u brush my fingers over my pussy. The leggings keep me from directly rubbing myself, but I’m soaking through them by the time I arrive.
He builds a fire and makes me a drink while we settle into the space. It’s a gorgeous little clean and modern air bnb cabin right on the shore. I settle into a couch across from him in a chair, both of us adjacent to the fire place.
I’m a touch bratty, so I start to push back a little. I’m met with a wide, confident smile. He simply curls his finger at me and I basically jump off the couch and settle onto my knees right between his legs on the ground. “Are you going to be my good girl tonight?” He strokes my chin lightly and I nod, being this close to him suddenly has basic functions like words not working.
“Say it.” “I’m going to be your good girl!” I sputter out enthusiastically with wide, beaming eyes. I need this. My sub gears skip to 4th and I am docile and the little brat in me shuts up. “You forgot something” “IM GOING TO BE YOUR GOOD GIRL, SIR” I rush to correct myself so I can please him.
He is squeezing my nipples through my sweatshirt when he lightly slaps me. “Good”
He pulls my sweatshirt and tank top off, exposing the lacey bra I picked out. The lace rubs between his fingers against my nipples and I push myself as close to him as possible – I need him so badly! My hands come up from my sides to grab anything I can but he grabs my wrists. “Did I say you could?” My hands are firmly placed in my lap. My eyes are begging him for more touch-anything really. I behave and keep my hands in my lap.
“Spread your legs” I wiggle my knees apart and his hand dips to cup my full mound and he finds the growing wet spot through my leggings. “Well, someone’s wet for me” I wiggle my thighs a little to try and land more friction on my now aching clit but he pulls his hands away. His fists wrap around my thick long hair and crane my neck up to see his. His beard tickles my neck and ears – all while whispering “who’s cunt is this tonight” and I whimper small responses when I am able to. He corrects me missing my manners or “sir” by pulling me closer by my hair. I’m officially in sub space before this man even has my clothes off or a hand down my pants.
My eyes must be screaming for a fucking, but I stay obediently where I am. He grabs his phone and says “we should take a before photo for you cuck” I had mentioned it was okay for video and photo for this reason. I smile for the camera, knowing I’m about to finally get fucked like I deserve.
Then he undoes his belt. Holes all the way around, he had pointed out earlier. He gently wraps it around my neck, delicately pulling my hair out of the way. He leaves it hanging down my back. I’m nervously awaiting my next instructions.
He unbutton his pants, making me look him in the eye while he stands towering above me. His blue boxers keep him contained, but I can tell they are a flimsy defense against the huge cock I’m about to see. He starts taking a video from his vantage point. “Go ahead-kiss it” -my hands reach up to touch it-“no, just kiss it.” I pout a little, putting my hands back into my lap. As my lips graze his cock through his thing cotton briefs, it jumps to meet me. My eyes light up. This isn’t just a wall of a man-this is a monster cock. It’s a 16oz pounder of beer can cock. And there is next to nothing between it and destroying my mouth.
Still filming, and probably reveling in my expressions as I process the man I front of my face, K tells me to close my eyes and open my mouth. I obediently stick my tongue out wide and flat and clover my top teeth with my lips that have a faint smirk on them.
I don’t see it before he slowly pushes himself into my mouth. Now, I love sucking cock. I pride myself in it. I can take a lot of dick in my throat. But K’s cock? It barely fits half way without me making reasonable adjustments and accommodations. My eyes are squeezed shut so I have no idea how much of this thing I’m working with. I state feverishly trying to take all of him in, eyes squeezed shut and no hands. He’s enjoying the show, giving me little noises of approval.
I look up to meet his eyes and he’s smiling from the other side of his phone recording me. “Make it wet-spit on it” and I can’t help but wrap my hand around the base of it and face it head on. I take it all in. My smile becomes feral. I spit on it and go after it with both hands now. I absolutely need to please my sir. I need to be a good girl so if I’m lucky he will make me cum tonight!
He pulls me up by hair and arms, but my legs have gone weak already. I’m a fuck toy at this point. I can’t do anything but try to please this man and his huge cock. He tells me to take my leggings off now, and I spin giving him a little wiggle show as the pink straps around my ass expose how there is panties physically on me, but only everywhere by my ass and pussy. He grunts a giggle “those aren’t even panties” and I smile coyly. I turn into him and wrap my arms up around his neck, needing to feel his lips on mine again. His hand slides between my thighs and meets my true unrestricted wetness.
“You’re soaking wet for me” “I needed this. I needed you” his hand smacks my ass-firm but lightly. His hands are huge and the connection is loud. I giggle in approval. Smack. Smack. Smack. Each time harder. I push myself as close into him as I can, savoring his smell and his breath. He grabs his belt and a fistful of curls and spins me to bend me over the couch.
Fully on view, he tells me to grab my cheeks and spread them. He’s taking photos of his soon to be conquest. I can feel my exposed wetness sliding out of me, and he comments on how he can see what a wet cunt I have for him. I’m waiting, holding myself wide open for him. His hand slides over my pussy lips and glides with no resistance.
I’m savoring the brief flick over my clit when I hear the ice in his drink clinking. I assume he is enjoying a sip before he starts whatever comes next. Then I feel the ice cube slide from my ass crack down to my lips… and slide right iside me. I’m flushed with how unexpected the sensations are-and right as I’m focusing on the cold ice cube, he grabs the belt again and slaps both sides of my ass – this time, HARD.
I’m losing it. It’s too much, it’s too good-he is driving me insane for him. Before I have time to mutter a protest or a praise, I feel the head of his huge cock sliding up and down my lips. I’m a thick girl with a fat pussy, so I usually have to spread my legs further to get a cock adjusted in me-but K is so huge it just pushed through my lips and he firmly in one swoop fills me up.
I haven’t felt a cock this big inside me since I was 17 or so. His fistful of my hair in one hand, and his other bear paw grabs right above my thigh on firmly. I can’t even think or physically react, I can only savor this cock is filling me to the brim. He starts to fuck me fast and hard with no warning other than his grip tightens. I don’t have to do anything but get wrecked. Guttural moans escape me. His belt tightens around my neck and it isn’t long before I feel my first orgasm building up.
K must have sensed it too, so he pulls out and spins me around. I get a slow, soft kiss and a tug on the belt. He drops me to my knees and makes me choke on his cock again. I don’t cum until he says so.
He leads me on the other side of the fire place to the bench at the kitchen table. It’s too short for this giant man, so he makes me lay back on the table. Pussy spread open under its little pink lace decoration, K enters me fully in missionary with my legs wrapped around his neck. My eyes roll back and shut, fully feeling him dead on for the first time. “No, look at me.” His hands on my hips pull me down so my ass is fully off the table and he starts pounding me. I’m flushing with the signs of an orgasm again.
“You cum when I say you can cum” I can’t help it-I’m moaning or screaming – I can’t tell. My eyes are begging for release and he says “what do you want” “I WANT TO CUM PLEASE” “Please WHAT” “PLEASE SIR” “10……” he switches gears and somehow starts fucking me harder. I’m moan-scram-almost sobbing over trying not to let my orgasm come before he says I can.
“2…..” I’m already letting it out so when he says “one” I’m fully in the throes of an orgasm that makes my legs go numb. I don’t care about anything in this world. I let every shutter jolt through every limb.
He helps me off the table, petting me and giving me little kisses and squeezing my nipples. “You cum like a banshee” he teases, but he isn’t wrong. I needed that release. I needed this man. I needed to fuck like a feral animal. “Did you know you squirt?” I giggle shyly. That rarely happens.
We wander back by the fire place and I can’t help it. I’m a service slut, so I settle in at his feet while he takes a drink. I can’t help but run my hands all over him gently. He is covered in hair and the perfect dad bod. Even though I’m wrecked and spent, all I can think about is pleasing him. I want to do anything he wants me to. “Who’s pussy is this tonight” he lightly lifts my chin “all yours” “all yours what” “all yours SIR” I’m rewarded with a light slap to the face.
I can’t help but savor that huge cock, so I start sucking it. “Oh, you want more, huh” he laughs quietly at me. “I can’t help it” as I struggle to try and fit his entirety in my mouth.
He takes the belt off my neck and lands a few whips across my ass. We decided to venture to the bedroom next. I lay on my back on the bed and pulls himself into me. I’m amazed each thrust how big he is-how much of me he fills. His hands wrap around my throat and he makes me stare into his eyes. I can’t help it. I’m going to cum again. “This time, we start at 20” I struggle audibly against keeping myself contained for his full count down. He must enjoy seeing the struggle, because he fucks me relentlessly.
I cum all over his cock again. “Your pussy is just so wet” I can’t stop it – he has turned me into a completely soaking wet slut who is insatiable. “Do you want to ride it” my eyes light up. I don’t like riding cock unless it’s a big man with a big cock because I have a lot of ass and thighs, so it’s always hard to get a good position without them sliding out of me.
I take the pink lace set off so I can really feel his cock grind under me. I slide on top of him and the weight of my body pulls down onto his cock and it feels amazing. It fills me up differently then missionary, and I instinctively grind down against it as hard as I can. I want the entire thing. He shoves my juice soaked pink panties in my mouth.
He smacks my ass and throws his hands all over me. He is gyrating me, pinching my now tender nipples, and slapping my ass and thighs. I’m fully blessed out grinding on him. I can smell my own pussy juices radiating off the panties in my mouth as my hot breath pushes through them with each moan and groan.
I’m gonna cum again. I start bucking more feverishly, my eyes boring into his begging for me to release. My brows furrowed and my hands press into his chest. “You can cum-but you have to count yourself down from 10” I’m so fucking wild at this point I’m not sure I even know numbers and he knows this. He lies the challenge. I sputter through my panties muffled noises that I’m sure don’t sound like a countdown. The gap between 10 and 9 is the longest while I struggle to focus on controlling myself and counting. When I get to 4, 3-2-1 fall out in one word basically and I have my final resounding orgasm as I muffled scream into my panties bursts out. I’m gone, on another planet.
I roll off K and he gently pulls the panties out of my mouth. I’m shaking and panting. He gives me a few light kisses and goes into the other room to collect our clothes.
We spend the down time with me finishing my drink at his feet, talking about the fun we had and making small talk. He leaves back to the deep south in a couple days. We part ways, but not without his marks on my body to remind me of the fun we had.
On my drive home I replay so many of his touches in my head and I’m completely soaked by the time I get home almost 2 hours later. I check my phone and see the videos he sent of me blissfully sucking his cock. I get to replay the fun we had with that video and this entry now. I can’t wait to cum again thinking about it! And I hope you enjoyed it too.
We will see what my little subby cuck thinks soon 😈
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yylps8/a_rekindling_by_the_fire