My [f]irst one night stand, broken in as a stranger’s anal fucktoy [FM][rough]

I wanted to tell you all about my first one night stand, which was also my first time doing anal! I’m really proud of this moment, because I tend to overthink and over-analyze everything, and submitting to a stranger (who knew how to make me feel really, really good) was a big step for me in learning how to let go and enjoy the moment.

For background, I’m 21F, and on the night in question I was at a club. I hadn’t intended to go out clubbing but one thing led to the next, and there I was dancing with a couple friends. As the night went on, they started disappearing with other guys – at one point, I realized I was drunk and alone and not having fun anymore. I almost debated going home, but right as I started for the entrance I made eye contact with an older man and, feeling a spike in drunken bravery, I walked over.

Up until this point, I’d never had a one night stand, and my only sexual partner was an ex-boyfriend I had once been madly in love with. But when I started dancing with this man, I felt ready. To be honest, I don’t remember his name. He spoke Spanish, but I never asked where he was from. I know he was older – in his 30’s – but I was drunk and don’t really remember what he looked like, either. I just remember how he felt.

He held me close as we danced, and the feeling of his hot breath against my ear gave me goosebumps. I leaned against his chest and stretched my neck so he could access it better, and he started nibbling my earlobe while his hands pulled me against his erection. I tried to spread my legs wider, so I could grind my pussy against everything: his knee, his thigh, his hard cock. My skin was tingling with the music – the night felt electric, and so did the touch of his lips and tongue along my neck, and I realized that I was moaning – loud – over the noises of the club. He knew, and he fucking loved it. He played with me, toying and teasing me until my legs were watery and about to give out, until I was desperately digging my fingers into his back and whimpering for his cock.

“Hotel?” he asked, and I nodded. He grabbed my hand and guided me out of the club, and the entire time my head was spinning – am I really doing this? I was drunk on alcohol and his touch and I knew I needed his cock more than I felt like I’d ever needed anything. To be honest I don’t remember much of the car ride – we made small talk, pulled into an hourly hotel and he paid for a dimly lit room. While he went to the bathroom I slipped my dress off my shoulders, peeled away my wet thong, and sat naked on the bed. I didn’t want to make small talk, I didn’t want foreplay, I just wanted to be fucked senseless.

The moment he came out and saw me, he had a wolfish smile. He didn’t waste any time pushing me onto the bed. He spread my legs as far as they would go and trapped them there with his knees while he slid on a condom. My pussy ached with anticipation, and when his cock finally entered me, this man had this look in his eyes…like I was just a plaything, a little fuck toy. I wrapped my legs around his shoulder and felt my little pussy stretch, helpless. This man was like an animal: his cock stabbed my pussy with wild abandon, and his dirty talk was a low and guttural growl. I couldn’t understand most of the Spanish he was saying, but he rolled my body over and adjusted my legs like a doll. Between positions he’d go down on me, tonguing my pussy and asshole in what I know now was preparation for the main course.

Every sensation felt completely heightened – the hot waves of pleasure radiating through my pussy, his skin abrading mine, the sound of his balls slapping against me. I was acutely aware of my own noises. I was the loudest I’ve ever been with this man, and as he continued to use my body, my moans turned into screams of pleasure until he finally pressed my face into the pillows. When he changed positions again, trapping my body immobile against his, I started sobbing, telling him how much I loved his cock and how grateful I was to be used. My head banged against the headboard until it bruised. When he started to slow down, I thought we were done – but far from it.

“Can I?” he asked, and I felt the head of his cock circling my asshole. I had never done anal and, while I wanted to try it, I never imagined my first time would be like this. But once I felt his cock there I started begging, asking to be a good little slut and for him to fuck me there. He wrapped an arm around my neck and whispered some of the filthiest Spanish I’d ever heard, telling me exactly what he was going to do to me. I just nodded in acceptance and felt him slowly push through the entrance – it burned, and I started to writhe and whimper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, and paused until I relaxed. Then he kept working himself in; it felt like an out of body experience, me just lying there and taking his cock. It was intense. I felt filthy, I felt used, and I fucking loved it. He told me what a good job I was doing, and once I felt his entire cock in my asshole, he tightened his hold around my neck and fucked me in earnest. I was so loud, he forced his fingers in my mouth and told me to be quiet, and then he fucked me harder. There were tears running down my face. I just submitted to the sensations, letting them wash over me until he finally came.

I was kind of delirious at this point – he led me to the shower, helped wash the sheen of sweat off my skin, found my clothes and even gave me a ride, and that was that. I remember walking into my apartment in a daze and, for over a week, I had bruises reminding me what a good little slut I had been.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7hcb0o/my_first_one_night_stand_broken_in_as_a_strangers