I was so cock hungry I went to a strangers apartment and let him humiliate and degrade me, despite the fact that his appearance and especially his grooming didn’t even appeal to me
Hey all! Long time fan of the subreddit and so happy to finally be able to make a post of my own (with hopefully many more to come!)
So I’ve been having a bit of a sexual awakening lately – all the cliche stuff, repressed upbringing, coming to terms with my sexuality, blah blah blah – but up to now I’ve really just had very standard one night stands. Meeting at a bar, vanilla sex, etc etc.
Last week was different. I was so horny I was becoming feral. I’m normally very discerning with my hookups which can sometimes make it hard to find someone…but after four days of trawling with no luck, my horniness was unbearable.
Finally I met a guy through a friend that promised to deliver asap. This guy was about my age (early 30s), but where I’m tall, slim, smooth, and extremely well groomed, he was short and overweight, with a receding hair line and an “unkempt” appearance. All of these things are typically very unappealing to me and would ordinarily cause me to move on.
BUT – as we flirt-texted, while discussing the possibility of my coming over, he mentioned how much he enjoys telling hookups to bend over, and my brain snapped. I have no other way of describing it, I read that and immediately asked him “can I come to your apartment after I get off of work.” And he said yes.
Work was agonizing – ironically I work at a church on Sundays doing audio work (I’m not religious but it pays the bills more consistently than most live audio work). So I sat through the afternoon service just slowly losing my mind. I just kept thinking “in one hour, I’ll be there, my mouth wrapped around him.”
Finally the service ended. I went to the one private bathroom in the building, changed into the sluttiest lingerie I own, and rushed out to catch the bus. I wanted to be at his place as soon as possible.
Half an hour later and I’m walking up to an unfamiliar apartment complex. I send a short text to my bff asking her to check on me if she doesn’t hear from me in a couple hours (she knows what this means, as it’s started to come up a lot in my life; this also means I’ll be required to give her all these details later!). I buzzed myself in and minutes later am crossing the threshold to his apartment.
Immediately I pick up on how dominant his tone is. Good – that’s what I’d been craving. And he’s respectful, at first – within a minute, he’s pulled me over to him, and asks if it’s okay to kiss me. Without answering I started sloppily making out with him – after a few minutes, he breaks away and goes to make tea. I follow him, desperate for his cock.
In the kitchen he talks a few ground rules – asks about my pronouns, my experience, my safe words. When he asks what I like, I say “To be dominated.” I must have had an edge to my voice because he looked over at me and smiled. “God, you’re horny aren’t you?”
Did he seriously not realize that? “Yes!” I laughed nervously, making one last attempt to conceal my insane cocklust. “I’ve been dying the last few days.”
When I say that he looks at me intensely for a second before beckoning me closer. As the tea is brewing he starts making out with me again, but after a few seconds pushes me down to my knees. Instantly I’m kissing at his (still clothed) crotch, his belly hanging out on my head, rubbing my hands over his body and legs. He’s saying how much of a whore I am, going to a stranger’s apartment to suck them off. He’s saying he’s going to treat me like the little slut I am. His hands are pulling at my hair, wrapping gently around my neck as he talks. My brain is gone at this point – I just moan. He can do anything he wants to me.
He grabs the teas and tells me to follow him back to the dining room – but to stay on my knees. I don’t even hesitate to crawl on the floor behind him. Back in the dining room he kisses me again for a second before telling me to bend over the back of a chair.
As I’m bent over he begins massaging and then slapping my ass. Spanking is a huge turn on for me so at this point I’m squirming and moaning uncontrollably. Without warning he pulls my pants down to my ankles and starts running his hands over my exposed ass. He comments on how wet I am – I honestly hadn’t even noticed, but I can vaguely feel the massive wet spot growing on my lacy panties. He pulls my panties up, giving me a wedgie and tightening my cheeks, which he continues to lightly slap. Finally he pulls them down to my ankles, and I can see a thin line of fluid go down with them.
After a few more rounds of spanking, he does the cruelest thing imaginable – he sits down in front of me and calmly tells me to drink my tea. With my bare ass still on display, draped over the back of chair, I reach up to grab the mug and begin sipping. He makes casual small talk about where I work – I think he enjoyed asking me questions because I found it so hard to answer them, my brain was so feral I couldn’t even think straight. Wait, where do I work again? It vaguely occurs to me that I didn’t think to ask if he has roommates or anyone that could see me like this, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I would do anything for cock at this point.
He tells me to go to his room, get on the bed and make myself ready for him. It could only have been my overwhelming submissiveness that made me ask, “May I remove my pants and panties sir?”
He looks pleasantly surprised at the question. “Actually, no, I’d like to see you struggle.” I don’t even know this person, I don’t even find this person attractive, but my desire for cock is so strong that I don’t second guess doing what he tells me. With my legs bound by my own clothes, I hobble over to his room, half naked. It was so humiliating I almost came right then.
In his room, I got up on the bed, assumed an upright posture, stuck my tongue out, and waited. And waited. And waited. With every passing second the tension inside me increased, and threatened to snap. Where the hell was he? Why was he making me wait?! (In hindsight, it honestly might have only been like one minute I was waiting. I was so horny every second without being used was torture).
Finally he walks in. “Is that the sluttiest you can make yourself?”
I make a pouty face. “I didn’t want to take anything off without asking you sir.”
He thinks about this for a second. “Good girl,” he finally says. He tells me to take off my clothes, turn around and present myself to him.
Now we’d agreed beforehand that I wasn’t interested in penetration – not that I don’t like it, but my love language is sucking dick, and I didn’t want to deal with all the consequences of fucking. But at this moment I can’t even remember any of my rules. He starts massaging my hole and running his hands over my ass. He’s talking about how much he wants to fill me and he keeps spanking me. I can only moan and wonder if he’s going to do it. I don’t really care anymore.
But to his credit he doesn’t penetrate – instead he pushes me down so I’m prone and straddles me just behind my ass. I shake my ass wildly and spread myself open for him. He goes on a spanking rampage that might have been ten seconds or fifteen minutes because every second was aching ecstasy for me. “What a pain slut you are” he says, “Do you like jiggling your cute little ass for a total stranger?” I say yes. At one point he pushed my hands down to my side and lays down on top of me. He asks me if I like feeling his heavy weight over my naked body, I tell him I love it.
After a few more rounds he finally finishes spanking me and tells me to get up. We trade places, and as he lays back on the bed he FINALLY pulls his pants down.
This was the ultimate slut moment for me, because I immediately felt somewhat repulsed by his situation down there. He seemed relatively clean but absolutely unkempt – totally overgrown with messy hair, I couldn’t even see his balls (they were either too small or too hairy…probably both), and poking out through the brush was his thin 4 in cock. I’m a size queen and love smooth cock and balls so this did NOTHING for me. In the moment I felt a little sick looking at it.
But. Even as I had those thoughts, I impulsively reached out to grab dick. I wanted it – to touch it, to worship it, to suck it. He slapped my hand away. “Do you want my cock slut?”
“Not really,” some distant part of my brain says. “YES SIR PLEASE CAN I SUCK YOUR COCK” my mouth says, desperation dripping from every word. Some primal part of me is running the show now.
“Beg.” He doesn’t have to say it twice. I collapse onto his hairy, fatty body, quivering, with my face looking up past his little cock and into his eyes. In hindsight I can only imagine how pathetic I looked. “Please sir, please let me suck you. I want your cock in my throat, I want your cum on my face, please sir…” etc etc. I was begging so hard to suck a penis I didn’t even like.
Finally he nods. “Suck my cock then you little whore.”
In one swift motion I’m pulled up to his cock and almost immediately “deep” throating it. I almost gag from the hair and the smell – not an unhygienic smell but clearly the funk of the day had built up. Obviously I don’t care – I’m sucking and bobbing and slobbering all over his cock with total abandon. It’s messy. He encourages me but by now I barely hear him. I have cock and nothing else matters.
“Lick my balls slut.” Ew!! some part of me thinks. But even as I think it, I bend lower and bury my face in his furry mess. I have to feel around with my tongue to know where his balls are; again I suppress the urge to gag as his pubes go up into my nostrils.
We go on like this, alternating spanking, hair pulling and throat fucking, until I’m a quivering mess, my face covered in spit (mine and his) and precum. Finally he’s getting close, but he wasn’t going to give up on one last humiliation.
“Do you want my cum you little slut?”
“Yes please sir” I say breathlessly. I’m barely coherent but he makes me beg a few more times before telling me to kneel on the ground. He stands up and grabs my hair; he takes one more opportunity to shove my face into his hairy crotch before holding me in place out in front of him. And after a few moments of stroking he moans and covers my face – he’s not even a big shooter, but as his little cock paints my face I start shaking uncontrollably. As soon as he’s done he lets me fall to the floor where I shake and moan for a few more minutes, just in absolute orgasmic bliss.
I reach for my phone to take a selfie of my slutty cum covered face; we cuddle for a few minutes before he kicks me out because he has something else coming up that evening. As I leave I’m still in ecstasy over everything, still in disbelief that I let a total stranger degrade and humiliate me like that. When I get home I have to soak in a bath because my ass hurts so much from all the spanking.
Initially I never thought I’d be with him again, but over the last few days I couldn’t stop masturbating to the memory of being with him – so when he popped back up in my messages I agreed to see him again. Guess I’m not done being his little slut 😅
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/12flltu/i_let_a_stranger_i_didnt_find_attractive_30m