DISCLAIMER: This story includes CNC(Consensual Non-consent) told from the male perspective. This can be very triggering for some people, so please do not read this if you are one of those people. If, on the other hand, you are a sick pervert like me, please continue. Everything sexual in this story was done consensually, even if morally ambiguous/wrong. We had safewords(stoplight style) and physical signals(shoulder taps) to stop at any time and for any reason.
Meet Holly[27F]. Holly was a good girl, she had a long term boyfriend of 5 years, she worked hard and played by the rules. Well, most of the rules. I can only guess why, but she took her perfect little life and decided to throw a wrench into it, a wrench that sucked her and her boyfriend into a whirlwind of erotic pain, emotional hurt, and uncontrollable lust that ultimately changed the course of their lives.
Meet me[30M], I’m the wrench. I really didn’t mean to be the wrench, it just sort of happened that way. Not that I’m blameless, you don’t become the wrench by being blameless, but at the end of the day someone has to decide to pick up the wrench and throw it.
I first met Holly on a certain dating website, she was tall with bright natural red hair, and I couldn’t tell by the photos at the time, but she had the most piercing, icy, and beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. She was a bit bigger than what I normally go for, but still very shapely and well proportioned(not that what I normally go for is any “better”). Her profile indicated that she was in a long term relationship and was just looking for some fun on the side, with her BF’s knowledge and approval. Not what I would have allowed if I were in his position, but sure, sounds good to me, so I hit her up. Quick description of me, I’m athletic, at the time I had recently put on a lot of muscle and was eager to show off, long brown hair, red beard, green eyes. She would later tell me that my eyes reminded her of a wild animal, primal, filled with fire and lust… But we’ll get to that.
We end up chatting for a few weeks on and off, talking about what we’re into, what exactly we’re looking for. She was very easy to talk to online. She was looking for a dominant man in her life, someone who would be willing and able to “put her in her place” when she needed it, the type of male attention her BF didn’t provide, as he was quite submissive by nature, poor bastard. I was looking for my next submissive plaything, after having recently ended things with a young woman named Kyla(That’s another story), and Holly was eager to fill the role. By this time I had experience with CNC and had developed quite a~~n addiction~~ taste for it. Holly had never tried it before and was very curious about it from what I had been sharing with her, we didn’t plan on having a CNC session right off the bat, but, well, sometimes the best things aren’t planned for. With her BF’s blessing, we scheduled our first meetup.
I drove to her place to pick her up, opened the car door for her(I am a gentleman after all) and drove her to my house. We chatted the entire way there, she was so easy to talk to. We didn’t chat about anything sexual or crazy, just completely normal conversation of two people who clicked well… We clicked VERY well. I remember thinking I shouldn’t be clicking that well with a hookup, especially one who is already “taken”.
We arrive at my house and walk inside, and immediately the tone changes, she’s quieter, she’s more nervous. It’s sinking in that for the first time in her relationship she’s going to be with another man. And with those big beautiful blue eyes, she gets this deer-in-headlights look. As we all know, a deer is a prey animal, and she was definitely prey in that moment, and I had her, without so much as a chase. I gently take her by her hand and walk her to the wall, and slightly push her with her back against the wall. I can move her without effort, it’s like she’s hypnotized, in a spell.
“You’re nervous”, I say.
“…Yes”
“All that talk was just talk, but this is real”, I tell her. “Do you think you can still go through with it?” I’m holding her hands against the wall, breathing in the scent of her neck. She shudders, it feels like her body is melting against mine. Her scent is intoxicating.
“…Ah!.. Yes..”
I kiss her neck and she shudders again and gasps. “Has another man ever kissed you since you’ve been with your boyfriend?”. She shakes her head, no. I slowly move my lips to meet hers. Her eyes are wide open still, those big icy blue doe eyes staring at me as I move in for our first kiss, her first kiss with another man. I can see lust and anticipation in those eyes, and not a small amount of fear. As our lips meet her eyes close, and I close my eyes and focus on the soft, nervous feeling of her lips, her apprehensive tongue. I can feel her emotions as I kiss her, and it makes me hungry for more. We break the kiss and meet each other’s gaze again. I can feel the fire of lust in my heart and I can see a fire in her eyes now, all the same emotions are still there for her, but now there is a fire behind it all. Incredible.
I push her back against the wall, hard this time, she wasn’t expecting that, and she looks at me with fear and lust. I’m hungry for her, and she’s hungry for me. We make out fiercely. I have to stop myself, we hadn’t planned on this being a rough session. I hold her against the wall again, hands pinning her wrists. She wants more, but I need to hear it first.
“This wasn’t supposed to be a rough session”, I tell her. “I’ve told you how they go, it’s not something to just jump into right away”.
“Don’t stop”, she breathes. “I know the safeword, please don’t stop”
The thought crosses my mind that her BF probably wouldn’t want things to move this fast (did he even know we talked about CNC?) Then again, look at those big icy blue eyes begging for me. Those eyes made one hell of an argument.
Fueled by lust, desire, and internal conflict, I grab her by her hair, her gorgeous red hair, and drag her into the hallway and plant her on her knees in front of me. She really didn’t expect that, and again, the surprise, lust, and fear in her eyes is backlit by an even greater fire, an even greater hunger.
I have her undo my pants and pull out my cock. “Suck Daddy’s cock”, I command, and she immediately obeys. All of her mental barriers came down after our first kiss, each escalation seemed like nothing now. As easily as I could move her around when we first walked in the door, I could command her to do as I pleased.
I can’t finish from blowjobs, but she was very good, and I praised her while she worked her mouth all over my cock. “Such a good girl for Daddy”, but I need more. I stand her up and tell her to go to the bedroom and take off her top. There’s one last thing we need to do before I take her fully. She pulls out a condom and opens the package, but keeps the condom inside but peaking out. She holds the condom package in her mouth while I take a sexy picture of her on her phone, topless, condom open and ready, and send it to her BF. Gotta get your deliverables in.
Now a just and moral horn dog would have put the condom on, fucked her good and sent her home. That’s not exactly what happened. We had previously discussed condoms, birthcontrol, STIs etc. She and I were both clean and she had an IUD. Did her BF know we talked about that? That was not a thought that entered my head as I took the condom package out of her mouth and threw it on the floor, condom and all, and she bit her lip at me in response. That thought still did not enter my conscious thought as I took off her panties and felt how wet she was, and made her feel herself. Her shaky voice saying “I don’t remember the last time I was this wet” was the only thing I could hear or think about as I lined my rock hard cock up against her slit and pushed my way inside her for the first time. I couldn’t think about anything else as I called her a dirty slut, for fucking someone who was essentially a stranger, raw, after only being in his house for 10 minutes, and slapped her for her behavior.
All my thoughts were on her and my hunger for her. I pounded into her, I slapped her, I choked her until she tapped my shoulder and then I would let up. We did a lot of breath play, where I would hold her mouth and nose shut until her entire body would panic, all the while I pounded into her. She had never been slapped like I slapped her. Never been choked like I choked her. Never had her body panic for lack of air. I remember after the first slap, it’s like all of her thoughts went completely out the window. She could not think, could not be aware of anything other than what was happening in that room. She was completely and utterly in the moment with me, and I with her. I desired to consume all the emotions she had in the moment, and she desired to have them consumed. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it is utterly intoxicating and addicting.
Finally, during one of her breath holds, I flood her pussy with my cum. She’s exhausted. I’m exhausted. We just stare into each other’s eyes. Those big beautiful blue eyes of hers, her messy red hair. Her makeup is smudged. She’s absolutely gorgeous. My cum is leaking everywhere. “How is there that much cum?” I hear her say. I don’t respond, I’m just smiling. This woman is very into what I’m into, I get along with her, she’s very easy to talk to, she’s absolutely gorgeous, we just seem to click. God, those eyes. For a moment I have a very bad thought, worse than all my other thoughts and actions that night.
I want Holly to be mine.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10zf4vr/meeting_holly_part_1_30m_27f_cnc_cheating
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