I (25F) listened to you, and pretty much got the crap fucked out of me [33M] [MF]

You might remember me from my first sexual experience from [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ivplga/ten_minutes_ago_i_25f_lost_my_virginity_to_a/). Suffice to say, I’ve been wanting to have more of it ever since and although it was just a few days ago, I thought I had waited long enough in my life.

Unfortunately, this guy ended up not really writing back to me. Not plain ignoring me, but saying he was busy. Maybe we could see each other this week-end, “if he had time.” Not really sure why he acts that way, if I was really that horrible or if I am just pushy, but w/e.

My two besties (both heavily Christian, and married) wanted to go out for drinks tonight. Places have just restarted to open here, they only serve alcohol until midnight, etc. In the past, whenever we went out to drink, they often joked about finding me someone, presenting me a friend etc. I didn’t feel like going down much tonight, the pictures of my previous encounters being enough to keep me busy, but they said it would be good to get out and meet people, and I agreed. Who knows, maybe even get laid?

I don’t normally drink (much), but after everything that had happened, losing my virginity and all, I felt a lot more daring. More confident, but mostly more daring. I usually dressed pretty conservatively when I went out, as I’ve been taught to do, but today, I decided to wear my sexiest dress; a thin-laced, black dress that perfectly highlighted my curves. I don’t have the biggest breasts, but in this dress, they sharp, and round.

That dress, obviously, is extremely short, and even shorter after an accident in a drying machine (never, ever put your nicest clothes in your dryer). Nothing too bad, but it basically showed off my entire legs.

To put a little extra, I decided to wear just a g-string. I considered wearing nothing, but decided it would be too awkward, and that I coudl get caught. As for makeup, I don’t normally wear a lot of it, but today did feel like a mascara and lipstick did.

My friends were *shocked,* to understate it. There is nothing in our religion saying I couldn’t wear something like this, but… It’s not exactly how they knew me. In fact, they couldn’t believe how much I had changed. They commented on how pretty, how happy I looked, and I think they were happy for me.

I usually was the one to sip a cocktail all night long; instead, tonight, I matched them nearly drink for drink and I even paid them a round of shooter, and finished my friend’s when she said had enough. I secretly asked for my last cocktail to be a double, which was way pricier, but I don’t go out often, so why not splurge. I even wanted to order a final round of shooters, but my two friends had to go. They worked early tomorrow and left well before the midnight curfew.

But I was pumped up and didn’t feel like leaving. After months of lockdown, the place was relatively busy, and people at the bar had to stand two meters apart. I found myself a cozy little spot and decided to take a shooter because why not. The shooter I did not get.

Along with that shooter, the barman brought me a nice drink – the same I had been drinking all evening long, some blue curacao mixed with rum, pineapple juice, and of course cherries. I loved cherries.

“From the gentleman over there,” he pointed out.

I drank my shooter in one shot, and stood up. This… This was the first drink a man had ever paid me, believe me or not. Sure, sometimes, someone would hand me a beer here and there, but buy me a drink at a bar? First time.

The least I could do is thank him, and as I stood up, I realized I was a lot tipsy than I thought. I must have drank… three cocktails in total, one double, and what, two shooters? Or was it three? All this in what, around four hours? Or was it three?. I struggled to walk a lot more than I thought I would, an unusual sensation for me that I had only experienced once or twice. As I said, I didn’t drink (or partier, for the matter of fact) often.

I made my way to him and he pointed to a chair next to him. Technically a forbidden chair, too close to him, but hey, new daring me didn’t mind, and the barman didn’t say a word.

He was in his early to mid 30s, I would say. Slightly overweight, slightly bald, but with impeccable facial hair, the most amazing smile, and he was the most charming man ever. I don’t remember much of our conversation because I was drunk, and I must have looked a bit foolish. We got along well and as I finished my drink, he offered me another. I told him it was my turn and asked him what he wanted; he was a whiskey drinker. I confessed I had never drank whiskey.

Now, I want to make it clear: although I was no longer a virgin, I was still quite a bit naive when it comes to… The seduction game, if you know what I mean. I had no idea what this man wanted – why he offered me a drink, why he was so charming, etc. Of course, it sounds ridiculous looking back at it, given that I myself had picked my sexist dress, showing off my breasts for all to see, but at this point, sex was the last thing on my mind. I didn’t even consider the possibility of sex or that I could have sex with him. I had spent the last 5 or 6 years just… going out to have fun, and getting laid or seduction in general wasn’t part of it. That’s the good little Christian in me – and I guess this mentality stuck.

To know that this man wanted me, wanted to, let’s say it, fuck me, was something new altogether.

“Sorry, we gotta close at midnight,” the bartender said. “Coronavirus rules” It was 11:50 PM. Such a shame. I was having a ton of fun and I had met, I thought, an interesting man.

“Aww, I really felt like having one more.”

“If you want,” the man said. “I have the nicest whiskey collection at home. I could help you discover the world of whiskeys and scotchs!”

“I would love that!” I said cheerfully.

Again, I thought he was just being nice. Never did I, at any moment then, imagine he was inviting me to his place to bang me. He just wanted to offer me that one drink I craved. Help me discover the world of whiskeys, his world. Like a friend: he just wanted to hang out with me, help me enjoy new experiences, discover things. Yes, I know what he wanted sounds obvious to you, especially that we would be alone at his place and all, but at the time, I really was that naive. Again, the idea we were going to have sex never once crossed my mind at that point.

“Do you mind if I put my arm around you as we walk?”

“Of course not!” I said, and he grabbed me by the waist as we walked. It was a tiny bit cold and it felt great to have his strong arm holding me. Not even discussing that I still had a bit of trouble walking in those shoes. His arm made me feel… safe.

He didn’t live very far. He lived on the second to last floor of a tall building. I removed my shoes as I got in, some nice but comfy high heels I liked to wear when I went out. He immediately suggested three whiskeys to me, and asked which one I would prefer. I told him to choose for me; he said I should try all three as they were all “very different.”

I couldn’t have told, but they came from three different countries; I just remember one was a “Speyside” whatever that meant. We chatted and discussed, but it was mostly about general things: life, traveling, etc. Then, as I tried my third whiskeys, he invited me to go sit down on his couch.

Indeed, his couch was a lot more comfortable that standing at his kitchen counter. We chatted more, but this time, questions were a bit more personal. He loved my hair, he loved the way I smelled (thank you, it was a gift from my mother). He asked if my feet hurt and offered a massage, something he had learned. I told him I appreciated (not getting the hint, I guess), but that I was okay.

Then he commented on my dress.

Said it looked great, and that I looked beautiful in it. He said I was stunning, and I blushed a bit. “What tissue is it?” I told him I wasn’t sure, and he commented that it looked “very, very soft.”” I told him it was indeed soft and invited him to come touch it.

Still, I had no idea. I just thought I was spending an evening with a friend. Nothing more.

He got closer and touched my dress near the bottom. His hand slowly moved to my upper tight, and he said: “Your skin is even softer.”

Only now did I realized what was happening.

He was mere inches away from me. I was alone, in his apartment, and his hand was on my tight, caressing me. Oh, he wanted to fuck me!

…

And it turned me on so much. Here are the exact thoughts that went through my mind:

“Oh my God, paying you drinks, complimenting you, bringing you to his place, sitting on the couch, now he’s touching you… This man wants to have sex with you!”

“…”

“Oh my God this is GREAT!”

“I want this so bad!”

“A week ago – less than a week ago – I was a virgin, now I’m going to get laid.”

“But isn’t that what people my age do? Isn’t that why I shaved my legs and put all that sexy dress on?”

“… I’m going to tease him a bit.”

He leaned to kiss me and I answered his kiss on kind. Gently, he got on top of me as he laid me on the couch.

Yep, it was happening. It was so obvious, how could I have been so blind!

“Hey, look,” and with this, I deftly removed my string. “This too is pretty soft,” I said. He lifted my dress, which was a bit hard given how tight it was, and then lowered his body until his head was near my pussy. Then, he went to work on it, licking and sucking me. I felt a finger go in me, making me shiver in pleasure, then another.

“Okay, you’re ready,” he finished, and he stopped abruptly and stood up. He removed his shirt and pants, until all he was wearing was a pair of boxers. He asked me to get up and embraced me.

Then he removed his boxer, revealing his hard dick that pointed up. It was huge, better the one I had seen earlier this weeek. He took my hand and invited me to his room. I followed him blissfully. He was going to ram the crap out of me. Then, at the door entrance, he stopped.

He confessed: “I’m a bit into light BDSM. Do you mind?”

“B-D-what?”

“Toys,” he said.

“Like… figurines?” He grinned and shook his head in disbelief.

“Like rope. And handcuffs.”

“Those aren’t… Oh.” I finally understood.

“We don’t have to use them, but I like very much to use them. Do you mind?”

“I’ve never tried. But I guess I’m open to it, yeah.”

He smiled happily and invited me to his room.

Indeed, his room had the looks of a… I wouldn’t say a BDSM dungeon, but he had a few things. Some kind of leather handcuffs, tied around a bed post. I saw some whips (ehhh must hurt), a… spanking spatula, I guess we could say, and various dildo (various sizes), ropes, blindfolds, etc.

“If you don’t like it, just let me know and I’ll stop. Please, get on the bed.” I did and he tied my hand with those leather handcuffs. They weren’t rough or hard, but they did their job: restrained me. I was tied to his bed. I struggled a bit, but they wouldn’t give. I felt… Oh god, it made my heart pump hard, but I felt completely dominated.

I was chained to his bed, almost naked, on my knees and elbow, ass in the air, and he was about to pound me.

He rolled up my dress up to my breasts, then up to my neck. Might have been easier to remove it, but I think he wanted me to have it on. Then he started eating me again until I was begging for his cock.

But instead, he got the paddle out, and hit my ass gently. “That’s all you get, you fucking horny whore,” he said. Oh God. Oh God yes. He spanked harder, then harder, until it went from just a small push to a full blown hit. It didn’t hurt much, but I definitely felt it.

He stopped to grab a vibrator and asked me to lick it. It was huge, but mostly long. I couldn’t put it all in my mouth. “This is going in you,” he say.

I had a vibrator at home, but this was something else entirely. He slid it in my cunt like it was nothing, and blindfolded me. “Normally, I’d gag you do, but that’s a bit much for a first time.”

“Gag me,” I said. “I want… Gag me,”

He seemed happy about it. He grabbed some kind of ball held by a strap and placed it in my mouth, securing it around my head. Then, he went to spank me, and fast and hard this time.

“That’s what whores get,” he said. The vibrator was on and each time he spanked me, it was a tiny bit more intense, the pleasure spreading through my entire body. It didn’t take me long – maybe a dozen hits – to orgasm, the vibrator hitting just the right points. I came so hard my cunt started to push the vibrator out.

“I didn’t give you permission to come,” he said. “For this you need to be punished.” I don’t know what he went to take, but I know he started whipping my back shortly after. It didn’t hurt – it was a plastic or soft leather whip, and he didn’t whip me hard – but it got me soaked wet. I was naked, blindfolded, gagged, tied to a stranger’s bed, a vibrator in my pussy, and getting whipped. How did it come to that?

“Okay, that’s enough,” he said. “I’m going to take you like bitches are taken. You better be ready.” He pushed the dress even further, over my head and over the handcuffs. I felt completely powerless, completely his. Completely dominated.

He removed the vibrator from my pussy and started rubbing my ass with it. “You okay with that?” I nodded several times, and he pushed it in me with, again, absolute ease. It was so lube up, it just slid it.

He got over me, and grabbed my hair, pulled up my head. He said he would use a condom (a lesson I learned from here, thank you) He penetrated me, then started giving me all he had, pounding me with his huge dick. The vibrator in my ass, a totally new sensation for me, drove me absolutely insane, and I came three, four, five times, until I lost count. He fucked me non stop, Sometimes fucking me so hard his pubic bone would hit my ass and I would almost hit the frame of the bed. He seemed to have unlimited stamina as I came again and again. It was absolutely amazing.

He fucked me so hard that my pussy started to ache slightly, then seriously hurt. I didn’t want to stop him, of course, but he seemed like he could go on forever. At some point while he was going in and out of me, I just emitted a sound of pain, and let myself fall on the bed.

“You already done? Girl you need some training. You’ve had very little sex, did you?

I nodded my head, confessing to my sin.

“We’re going to keep in touch. I’m going to train you. You have a nice pussy and it’s being wasted. But next time, no condom. Speaking of which, I wasn’t going to come in a plastic bag anyway.

He untied my hands and ungagged me, then led me, still blindfolded, out of the bed. He ordered me on my knees – I couldn’t see anything. He handcuffed my hands being my back, then shoved his dick on my lips. “You’re sucking me off like the whore you are. Naked, blindfolded, and tied down.

I took his dick in my mouth, It was huge and I struggled to put it all in. I had a small mouth and I guess I cannot do what you guys refer to as deep throat. I hate to say it, but sucking him off, the vibrator still in my ass, I orgasmed – again – before he did.

“I’m going to train you and this means sex every day, at least, until you learn to take a dick. It’s a shame you’re such a beginner, still, but then again, that’s my gain. But first I want you to earn that training.” He patted and caressed my head gently. His dick had seemed to get even firmer. “We’ll see.”

I keep sucking the best I could and soon he said he was coming. Indeed, a few seconds later, he pushed his dick inside my mouth, almost making me vomit. He shot his sperm and I swallowed right as he came. “Good girl,” he said. “Yes, you earned the right to be properly trained.”

Done, I started to breath heavily. He had come for what had seemed to be an hour. He removed my blindfolded and ordered me to go take a look at myself in the mirror, still handcuffed behind my back. “Front and ass,” he said. My ass was all red. Not bruised, but all red. I had red marks all over my back, too

But it was my pussy that was the most messy. It looked as it an entire team had fucked me. Juices, liquid, messed up pube, I hadn’t stopped him for nothing: I was worn out. Never had I felt so tired, sexually, and drained.

I returned to him and he asked if I was satisfied. He had that huge smile on. I told him it was the best sex I had ever had.

He removed my handcuffed, then shoved me on the bed, but I told him I couldn’t take it anymore, and that was true.

“Very well.”

He started stroking his dick over me; I was on the bed, on my back, and he was on his knees, on top of me. I tried to touch him once, but he slapped my hand away gently. He seemed good at touching himself, because merely a minute later, he was coming, covering my face in his cum.

“Take my phone… Take a picture,” I begged him.

“A picture of your cum-covered slut face?”

“Yes,” I begged again.

He did as I asked, then I asked for a picture of my red ass too. He said I would have to earn it.

“Earn how?”

He rubbed his finger on my face, grabbing some of his cum, then put his finger on my mouth, and had me suck him. He repeated that move until my face was clean, then turned me around to take the pictures I wanted, of my red ass.

“You’re staying for the night,” he said. “I might fuck you once or twice during you.” Oh, how I had wished I could have, but I also worked tomorrow and needed to go back home. He seemed… disappointed. I really, really couldn’t stay, unfortunately. And to be honest – my vagina hurting was also playing a big role. Heck, even my ass hurt.

“You’re too drunk to drive,” he said, and he called me a Uber. He then said: “but again, you have to earn it.” Indeed, he was paying for it.

He had me on my knees and had me suck him again. This time, he had my phone in his hands, and he said he was recording me. And he recording me sucking him – all the way to swallowing. He showed me, and man, I looked like a slut.

His bed, too, was a mess, but he told me not to worry. He kissed me goodbye and told me my training would start “tomorrow.” That I should rest well because what he did to me today was nothing compared to what he was going to do to me tomorrow. I asked what he meant, he simply replied he wouldn’t go easy on me this time.

I took his Uber home, and only halfway through it did I realize I had forgotten to put my g-string on. I didn’t turn back to get them as I figured he might enjoy them more than I did. Plus, I was frazzled. I still had time to type everything while it was fresh in my mind. He is only my second but tonight was the best night of my life and I can’t help but wonder what he is going to do to me next.

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