How I [F 18] discovered my submissive side by hate fucking a holiday acquaintance [M]

I was eighteen and on holiday with my friends, a group of single girls, enjoying a week of beach, booze and getting laid. On the second day we met two guys at the beach, both nice and pretty hot. We arranged to meet later at a club and I was looking forward to it all day, hoping to hook up with one of them. We arrived earlier and started to dance and get drunk. Maybe I overdid the latter, because when I noticed the surfer boys had arrived they were already making out with two of my friends. Disappointed, I got myself another drink and spotted two other guys looking me up from the far side of the room. They came over to the bar and I started flirting with the more attractive one, who was about my age. His friend was older and rather quiet and left after a while.

Being tipsy and horny, I wasted no time and took my playboy back to the cheap hotel room I shared with the girls. We made out on the balcony but he was already pretty tanked up, falling asleep time and again between kisses. When I thought it couldn’t get worse, I suddenly got sick and only just made it to the bathroom before I threw up. I spent the night on a bunch of towels in the bathtub fighting my nausea, while my friends returned from their adventures and took selfies with the guy they found naked and soundly asleep on the carpet. I was still comatose when he left the next morning, probably mortified to wake up nude in a room full of giggling girls he could not remember.

I was sure I would never see him again but around midday his friend called me and asked me how I was and if I would like to meet with them both in the evening. I could not remember to have given my number to either of them but on the other hand, I could not remember the rest of night before in great detail either… I agreed, mainly out of bad conscience. The friend showed up alone, saying his buddy was sorry but feeling to hung-over to come. I didn’t buy it, but he was friendly and after being mocked by the girls all day it didn’t seem so bad hanging out with him after all.

We went for a walk on the dark beach. Then he asked me what I was wearing under my skirt. I had to laugh out loud because the honest answer was a white cotton G-string with Snoopy printed on it – it was the least sexy underwear I had with me but the only thing that did not shine through the white skirt. He found the idea hilarious too and asked if he could see it. I said no, but he could feel it if he liked…

He definitely did and although I was not very experienced I could tell it turned him on to move his hand under my skirt and feel my ass. We made out for a while, but the beach was still too crowded to do more and we were both hungry too, so he invited me for dinner. He talked about himself, ranted about his ex-girlfriend, who had a temper and he liked that in bed but not in everyday life, while all the time he gazed at me like a predator would gaze at its prey. He was not as poster-boy hot like his friend but still handsome and strong, definitely dangerous under the surface. I was sure now he had lied to me about his friend wanting to meet with me again and I could have left any time but I stayed, intrigued against my better judgment. I knew he was not a nice person and he was not my type. I also knew I was totally going to hatefuck him tonight. After making sure the girls were having fun elsewhere, I took him to my hotel room.

He asked me where I wanted to do it and I indicated one of the sofas. He took off his shirt and sat down, then requested me to disrobe in front of him. I slowly took off my cloths, standing there only in my cotton bra and Snoopy G-string. ‘All of it’ he demanded, and I stripped naked. After taking his time to look me up and down appreciatively, he pulled me towards the sofa and pushed me down on my back. He kissed me hungrily, then moved downwards to my neck and farther down still, playing his tongue over one of my nipples and sucking it teasingly. ‘Please, do it harder’ I begged and he did.

I was pretty horny be then and when he told me he wanted to eat my pussy I had no objections. He spread my thighs with his strong hands and started to lick me skillfully. It was great and I soon had an excellent orgasm, but he didn’t cease eating me. I was very sensitive then and I told him and asked him to stop. He went easier on me, but went on relentlessly, still spreading my legs wide open. I tried to move but he was much stronger than me and nailed me down to have his way with me. I had never been dominated like this before and to my surprise I found it turned me on. In a big way!!

I came again, harder this time, and still he went on without respite. I was almost sobbing, begging for mercy but received none. After he had made me come a third time, he got up and took off his jeans. I was trying to catch my breath and wrap my mind around what the fuck had just happened. He put a condom on his pretty big dick and I trembled with anticipation of feeling him inside me, even wishing it would hurt a little. I didn’t have to check to know that I had never been so wet in my life and also pretty tight from having three orgasms in a row.

He laid on top of me, ‘you enjoyed yourself, huh?’ I nodded weakly, not trusting my voice. ‘Now it’s my turn’. Saying that, he entered me with one long, powerful thrust and started to fuck me hard. I cried out in pleasure but he pressed his big hand on my mouth, making me shut up. I ran my fingernails down his back, deliberately trying to hurt him. In response, he penetrated me deeper still. He was breathing heavily now. Then he ordered me to turn around and sit on my knees in front of him. I obeyed and he spanked me. I cried out in surprise and lust, then he bent me over, entered me from behind and kept on fucking me hard and fast. It did indeed hurt a little but I relished in the sensation, knowing I was going to still feel his dick inside my vagina the next day and maybe the day after that. He grabbed my long hair and jerked my head back, taking me with an animal wildness as he moved towards his own climax. Until that night, I’ve had no idea how much I liked it rough!

When it was over, I slumped on the sofa, spent and sore and thoroughly satisfied, while he went to the bathroom to take the condom off. He was not the type to cuddle afterwards and I didn’t want him to, but before he left he told me how much he had enjoyed himself and what a surprise I had been to him. I couldn’t sleep for a long time, being pretty surprised myself about this newly discovered submissive side of me…

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dyhh16/how_i_f_18_discovered_my_submissive_side_by_hate