[F]ulfilling my CNC fantasies [FM]

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My junior year, I decided to spend a semester abroad. I went to Prague, where our cohort of 30 students lived in the same apartment building. We all got incredibly close very quickly, and I ended fucking two of the people in my program (technically three but the last one happened years after we got home.) This story is about “Warner”*, a 20-year-old Navy brat, with brown hair and blue-green, almost teal eyes. He’s about 6′ 1″ and athletic, not huge muscles but strong.

We had briefly made out previous to this story and the week prior had a second encounter where we did everything except have sex. We had talked a lot of game to each other, and the sexual tension was really high for days.

It was Thursday, the unofficial start to our weekends in Praha. I knew that everyone was going to a club called Mecca, so I dressed to tease. I put on my favorite black lace bra, that really showed off my 32DD chest and a low-cut semi-sheer white tank top. I paired this with matching black lace boyshort panties and an extremely short a-line skirt, with a leather jacket and black booties to finish the look. I knew I’d be cold, but the alcohol would insulate me for the short walk from the tram into the club. To finish off my own description, I’m about 5′ 6”, big boobs, hourglass body shape, with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

We started at 10 pm, mixing hard alcohol, beer, and wine the way only college students can. I took two shots, feeling Warner’s eyes undress me…and a few other eyes too. We stumbled as a group into the night, still carrying our beer cans to finish our “pregame” on the ride over.

Entering the club, we all got separated. Girls got in much more quickly, with no cover charge. I ran to coat check to get rid of my leather jacket in the steamy club. The music pulsed loudly, and a few of us girls went to get drinks at the bar. I began to dance with my friends, feeling all my inhibitions disappear and enjoying the music. Over the next few hours, we started to find our other friends again but I couldn’t see Warner anywhere. I was disappointed but still having an amazing time, so I kept up on the dance floor for another hour.

We decided to grab a drink at the bar around 1 am, and I felt someone push up behind me. From the looks the girls were giving me, I knew it was Warner…

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He grabbed my hand and twirled me into his arms, holding me with his strong arms and whispering in my ear how gorgeous I looked. He brushed my hair away from my face with one of his big hands and gently kissed the spot where my ear meets my neck. I couldn’t help letting out a soft moan and pushed my breasts against his chest as we swayed. I pulled his chin towards my face and we began to kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips, my teeth capturing his bottom lip and sucking lightly. At this, he groaned and I felt him begin to get hard against me. I stopped our PDA for a moment to ask if he wanted to leave, which Warner responded with an enthusiastic “yes!”

We continued to cuddle and kiss occasionally on the tram ride back to the apartment building. Upon getting to our stop, we practically ran up the steep hill to our building, stopping at the front door to find keys and decide who’s apartment we were going to. In the elevator, he pushed me against the wall, palming my breasts through my thin shirt as he attacked me with his kisses. His hands pushed the straps of my top and bra down as he moved his mouth down the side of my neck to my collarbone. I moaned loudly, pushing my pelvis over his jeans until I could feel his hard cock against my lace panties. My shirt was almost pushed down to my stomach when the doors dinged open.

Thank god, we had just gotten to his floor, not traumatized someone with our display.

We stumbled into his flat, Warner half-carrying me into the kitchen, and he sat me on the dining table, standing between my spread legs. He slid his hand to the hem of my skirt, gently stroking my thigh before he suddenly stopped and pulled away.

I sputtered, “Why did you stop?” Warner calmly answered, “I want to make sure we’re both happy with how this is going, and on the same page about what we’re doing. Last time we hooked up, you mentioned wanting to try some consent/non-consent play. Would you want to do that when we go into my room?”

My entire body warmed, knowing that he wanted to give me my fantasy. I felt myself get wet, aching with desire. He stepped away to get me a glass of wine as we figured out what our limits and safewords would be (words like “No” and “Stop” were to be ignored) and we eventually moved into his bedroom.

Warner immediately tangled his hands into my hair, pulling back my head roughly and covering my mouth with his. Now his tongue was rough, pushing into my mouth aggressively. He moved one hand to my neck and pushed me down onto his bed. He spread my legs wide apart and knelt, the movement making my skirt flip up and expose the black lace underneath.

I breathlessly set the scene by saying, “Wait, we should slow down…” Warner practically growled back at me, “It doesn’t look like you want to slow down, I can tell how turned on you are, little tease” He indicated to the wet spot on the front of my panties. I continued playing along with him by putting my hands over my chest, “No wait!”

Warner grabbed both of my wrists in his huge hand and wrested them over my head. He used his body to pin my wiggling legs to the bed and pulled his belt from the loops with his other hand. “This should keep you still while I prove just how much you want me, then I’ll punish you for being a lying slut.”

I could have cum right then, his words burned through my clothes straight to my clit. I’d never been so turned on. I only struggled a little as he wound the leather through his bedframe and around my hands, immobilized from excitement.

When my arms were secure, Warner used his knees to force my legs even further apart. Then he surprised me, bending down to kiss me deeply. I took the chance to play into our scene more, biting his lip roughly. He yelped and looked at me with his darkening eyes, “You’ll pay for that Elle.” With that pronouncement, he sat up and pulled my shirt and bra up, moving the fabric to cover my eyes completely. I had no idea what he was going to do, my other senses in overdrive.

I felt his warm breath on my neck, he whispered, “God your tits are so perfect. I love your tiny pink nipples, how hard they get when I play with them…I can’t wait to see if your pussy is as pink.” His hands moved in light strokes, pulling and teasing my nipples as he spoke. He tweaked one as he took the other into his mouth. I gasped. His tongue circled around my nipple and he sucked gently, then immediately blew cold air onto it. He switched back and forth between my breasts, as I felt the orgasm build and my pussy drench.

Finally, he started to move his hands down to my hips. He slowly pulled my skirt off as I pretended again to struggle. He pulled my hips so I was half sitting on his lap, and slapped my ass hard. “The more you struggle, the more I’ll punish you,” he growled again. I stopped my movements to let him take off the skirt and my panties. He spread my legs wide open then stopped everything. I almost cried out, wondering what had happened when I felt his bare chest rub against mine. Warner had just stopped to take the rest of his clothes off and put on a condom. He settled my hips over his thighs again, delicately stroking my inner thigh, my labia, telling me constantly that I was a dirty slut for being so wet already. I felt like I would orgasm the second he touched my clit, he had been teasing me for so long, when I felt his finger trace along the fold and ease into me.

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he gasped. A second finger quickly joined the first, as he made “come here” motions with both. I moaned, finally giving in and begging him to let me orgasm. Warner obliged, rubbing his thumb in circles around my clit, and playing with my nipples with his mouth and left hand.

I broke in seconds, the wave of heat washing over my entire body as I shook against the leather bonds. My orgasm was still finishing when I felt the hard head of Warner’s cock rubbing against my opening. He slid in so easily, I gasped and came again. I felt my walls throbbing against him, pulling his cock deeper. His hips pounded against my legs relentlessly, as he held up my lower body. I could tell that I’d wake up with bruises but was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I didn’t care. I felt Warner loosen the belt, and he flipped me onto my stomach before I knew what was happening. Kneeling behind me, he spread my cheeks and fucked me with his tongue. I groaned, and he replaced his tongue with two fingers, moving his mouth to my clit. I felt another orgasm start to build when he stopped eating my pussy and said, “Now this is for biting me.” I heard the swoosh of air as he slapped my ass, causing me to yelp in pain and pleasure (he hadn’t stopped fingering me). I moaned and pushed my ass against his hand, barely able to groan out, “Is that all you’ve got?” Warner didn’t even hesitate, slapping my ass again and again.

He slid his rock hard cock fully into me from behind in between slaps. He pumped into me, hands on either side of my hips as I rocked myself back, matching him thrust for thrust. We both moaned loudly, as he reached one hand around to tease my nipple. I cried out, “Fuck don’t stop, I’m going to cum again.” Warner moved his hand up to my throat, squeezing the sides gently, then continued up to wrap my hair around his hand. He pulled lightly, forcing my head back, as he thrust into me even harder. He moved his right hand from my hip around to my clit, teasing me until I screamed. I felt the orgasm shudder through my entire body, feeling icy and on fire at the same time. My legs shook, and I could barely hold myself up. Warner quickly untangled his hand from my hair to keep my legs from collapsing, as he moaned that he was close. I could barely hear him through the wet slapping sounds, and the blood pulsing through my body. He yelled, “FUCK,” and I felt his cock pulse once, twice, a third time before he fell onto me.

We laid there for a moment, before he pulled out, rolled off the condom & untied my arms. He rubbed my red wrists and massaged my handprint covered ass before we hopped into the shower together. After we were both all cleaned up, he gave me a pair of his boxers and a sweatshirt and made us both some pasta. We snuggled together in his bed until morning.

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*Obligatory disclaimer that Warner’s name is changed

This was such fun to write! I have many more stories that I’m working on writing up. Please let me know any feedback you have :)

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