First BDSM experience.

There are always relationships we don’t intend to happen. They are mistakes or just moments of weakness, we tell ourselves, yet we relish the taking and they way they feel. These moments we never truly forget, nor do most want to. It was special somehow.

Mine started on a normal day at a normal hour, with my pure intent to study my life away in the library. My nose was buried in my book, reading about some kind of organism that likes to eat brain tissue. Even two cups of coffee and a Red Bull didn’t seem to make it any better to read either.

My alarm to take a break went off and I took out my headphones, set my next alarm for 15 minutes and got up to walk a bit. I passed through some bookshelves, pondering what a delight it will be once I finish this semester up and get to enjoy some more social time with friends and family when I ran into her.

She was a short thing, and that’s saying something since I’m only 5’9” myself. She was reaching for a book that seemed to just graze her fingertips, but would not budge, no matter how much she tried. I come closure and reach up to grab the book and handing it to the girl.

She was pretty. The first thing anyone would notice about her was her golden blonde hair. The thing you’d never forget though was her big blue eyes that seemed to peer at you deeply. They are shown with a brilliance that seemed to speak of intelligence and something else. She had a cute button nose that had a slight smattering of freckles that ran cheek to cheek. Then there was her smile.

To say I could accurately describe what it meant to me at this moment wouldn’t be truthful. I will do my best though in describing it, but it only pales at what could really be said about it. Her lips were a pale pink that partly ever so slightly showing off her perfectly white teeth. When she smiled, it was just the slightest amount of crooked that makes you smile at. But the smile when to her cheeks, making them round and little dimples show.

I realized I was staring at her and hadn’t let go of the book I was handing her. I smiled awkwardly and hand let go. As I moved away from her, I hear the angelic voice call out a joyful, “thank you.”

The remainder of finals week, she was in my mind on and off. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was. I seemed to spend more time in the library after that studying, hoping that during one of my breaks I would see her again. Sadly, it never seemed to happen again. It didn’t put my spirits down though. I finished finals and went to a friendly celebration.

A couple drinks and life was great. We all cheered for the end of the semester and rejoiced at the next 40 days of freedom until we return in the spring. Beer pong tournament was going and people were smoking weed in the stairwells. Rooms were filled with couple hooking up and girls were wrestling in a blowup pool of beer. It was a wild party.

Morning came and I remember waking up in a bed, though I’m not entirely sure where that bed was. My last lucid thought was of being dared to do something and then slamming down a shot of something.

I opened my eyes slowly, allowing for my hangover to accept that it was morning and to not vomit. What I saw was a room that screamed girly. The walks were a soft pink, the walls covered in posters of singers and actors. Stuffed animals were piled in the corner and sitting at the desk was the cute little blonde girl from the library.

As I sat up, realizing I was shirtless and had no idea where my pants were, she turned around and was beaming a mischievous smile at me.

“Morning sleepy,” she said as she got up and sat next to me. She smelt an amazing, like fresh flower and spring air. It almost made me forget about a crushing headache and queasy stomach I currently fought with.

“How… How did I get here?” I asked confused and definitely disoriented.

The blonde girl continued to smile and answered, “Well we were at that party last night and in our drunken states we talked for hours. When the party was broken up, you offered to take me for a cup of coffee to try sobering up.” Some images of the night before flashed through my brain of this or something like this happening. “When I told you I needed to stop at home to grab my purse, you walked me there, saying something about, ‘A gentleman always walks the pretty maiden home.’”

I’m not entirely sure if I was blushing or not, but my expression of horror must have shown because she made a soft laugh and got off the bed and headed to the closet. She continued, “When we got her, we came inside and you somehow passed out on my bed. I’m still impressed you managed to do that and get undressed without my knowing.”

Yes, I was embarrassed. “I’m so sorry,” I replied. “I really don’t usually get that drunk, or get undressed in stranger’s bed.”

Another laugher and her smile grew, baring her pearly white teeth. I almost felt better just looking at her. She handed my clothes, neatly folded and I got dressed.

“Honestly, I didn’t mind. I have pretty hammered myself. I slept on the couch and woke up only a little bit before you.”

My pants were on now and I felt like a bit less of an ass. I decided I would be charming and say, “Well I think I still owe you a cup of coffee. Maybe we could go grab that?”

The little blonde girl smiled and agreed. I actually felt like I never had a hangover after that. She was so out of my league.

“My name is Anne by the way,” she said, must of realizing I probably didn’t remember.

“You can call me Kyle,” I said, a big grin on my face.

As we exited her home, Anne told me she was still living at home, since the school was only a short drive away. Her parents were away visiting family for the next few days and since she had finals all week, she was home alone for the next couple days.

Once I got my bearings, we walked and talked to the coffee shop. She told me a bit about herself and her life. I told her about my family and how school was going. It was a just casual conversation, but I just seemed so engulfed in the fact I found my little library girl.

The conversation continued like this at the coffee shop as we enjoyed a cup of coffee and some late breakfast. Time seemed to fly and we sat there awhile, just enjoying each others company. She was interesting and though I might not remember all that we talked about, I knew where the conversation ended up.

We grab a second cup of coffee to go and we headed back to her place. We had been discussing a documentary about a famous artist that started off doing graffiti and decided if we should watch it.

I sat in the living room and Anne went to grab her laptop. Chromecast is an awesome tool after all and we decided we wanted to use the big television to watch it.

She flopped down next to me holding her laptop and flipped it open with a smile. The screen went from black to the front page of porno. At this point, this sweet innocent thing didn’t seem like the kind of person that would even think of sexual things. I was even more amazed that what she was watching was hardcore BDSM. I still remember the sound of a loud spank and a muffled moan through a ball gag, just before she slammed the laptop shut.

I looked over at her and her face was red. Her big blue eyes bigger. She was either breathing really fast or not at all because she was just stark still. She reminded me of a nervous hummingbird.

All I could do right now was try and cut the tension with a bad joke, so I said, “Well she sounded like she enjoyed that.”

Anne laughed a bit and began apologizing, saying she didn’t know she left that up and that she’d been horny after drinking last night and must have left it up when she went to sleep, which brought my first of many questions.
“Did you masturbate, while I was sleeping in your bed?” I asked all the curiosity I could muster.

She went from red to even redder as she realized what she had just admitted to. It was my turn to laugh a bit and comfort her. Soon our conversation became a bit more colorful. I asked her about her sex life and what she enjoyed and this sweet innocent thing turned out to be a dark little deviant, more than I’ve ever met.

I could feel myself getting hard as we talked about how she liked being controlled sexually. She talked about how she enjoyed spankings and getting choked. I was amazed by the things she had done or desired and felt out of my waters in handling such a girl. Things kept happening though and my next question to her was, “So you enjoy being told what to do?”

Anne smiled a wolfish grin and replied, “Ask and find out.”

The words were dangerous. I could tell wanted something, but I wasn’t sure how far I could or wanted to take this. She was stunning. I noticed her slim figure, her small breast, and cute little butt, but there was no way I’d be able to hurt her the way she liked, let alone control her.

I kept my response simple, hoping to maybe get out of this, maybe even kicked out for being presumptuous. I looked at her and bluntly asked, “Would you strip naked right now then?”

She smiled a bit bigger as she stood up and slowly began to take her clothing off. She started with pants, spinning around and shimming them down, letting her cute ass wiggle on my face. She wore a little black thong, which didn’t hide very much. Her skin was milky white and smooth. I was too baffled at the abrupt change of things that I could only watch as she turned back around and began to slide off her shirt.

She had worn a modest sweater today since winter was just a little bit cold this year. As she slid the sweater over her head, he flat stomach showing and her cute pink bra still a little big for her petite breast to hide the soft pink nipple under, I could feel myself growing even more excited.

My mind was swimming with ideas, thoughts, feelings, and I wasn’t sure how to act. I watched her as she undid her bra, cupping it to her breast as the straps slid off her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with a fire now. The blues deeper now. The innocence slowly melting away from her aura. Then she let the bra drop. Her breast small, yet perky.

Her hands wandered down her small frame and she wrapped her thumbs under the string of her thong, bending at the waist as she slid them down. She watches me as she did this, her pink lips curled into a knowing smile as I gazed at her naked flesh in pure amazement and desire.

“What’s next?” she asked as she sat close next to me, placing her head on my shoulder, looking up at me with a playful look.

I sat there for a moment, her smooth skin pressed against me as her hand slid across my lap. The lack of blood in my brain is evident and I wasn’t sure what to say. So, I said, “I don’t know.”

My next thought was, of course, to call myself an idiot. This girl was obviously ready to have some kinky sex and I said that I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with her. It’s not like this was my first time. Far from it, but it was with the girl I never thought I’d have a chance with. She didn’t seem to take a second thought of that though.

Anne just coyly crawled across my lap on all fours, her ass in the air for me. I could smell her sweet aroma and shiver. My hand found its place on the back of her thigh, slowly moving up and down it as she moaned softly. She laughed playfully and asked, “does this help give you ideas and please, don’t be gentle with me.”

I’ve spanked girls and it was fun, but what she wanted was something more than I used to. She wanted to be totally used. She wanted me to take her in the roughest manner imaginable.

“I’m not sure I can give you what you’re asking for,” I said as I tried to figure out a reason to go. The idea of a quick one pump and done coming across my mind, but I’d feel bad after that. My hand all the while feeling her silky smooth flesh. My other hand cupping her breast and softly teasing her nipple.

She was like a cat now, lowering her chest down and gliding her body forward so she laid flat on my lap. Her crotch easily sitting against my stiff member. Her ass right there.

“Don’t think about it,” she said as laid there. “I don’t want you to think. I want you to do. I promise you won’t hurt me, but if it makes you feel better, I’ll say, ‘pineapple’ if you go too far.”

I laughed at this and felt myself relax a bit at this, my mind slowly slipping further into the desire to have my way with her. Her naked body was absolutely perfect. I kinda took a deep breath and slipped out of my worries, hoping I didn’t go too far with things. Maybe I’d get away with a little light kink play.

My hand slid up and grab her tiny ass. “I’m not sure I’m the right guy for this.” My hand slapped her ass, making her jump a bit. She squirmed and moaned.

“This seems like a bit of a mistake,” I said as my hand grabbed hold of her by the hair now. I continued to spank her tight little ass, watching it grow redder with each strike. She never flinched, only moaned.

I slid her thighs apart, my hand sliding down her leg and feeling the slippery sensation of a girl that really enjoyed a good spanking. I slid a finger up and down her pink slit. Her lips were puffy and freshly shaven. As I felt her insides, my fingers exploring, I could feel Anne growing wetter. This made me smile.
I removed my fingers, now coated in she sleek fluids. I realized I was still holding her head up by her hair and decided to pull hard, making her return to the all fours position over my lap. The control was like alcohol, making me drunker with desire. I decided I’d see how far I could push this.

Pulling her to a sitting position, I parted her lips, sliding my two fingers coated from her and allowed her to taste them. She eagerly sucked them, her blue eyes looking at me.

“We shouldn’t do this,” I say as my free hand grabs her by the throat. My fingers come out of her mouth and my lips coming close enough to brush hers. I can hear the soft pant of air passing her lips on my own and I realize just how hard I was squeezing her neck. I didn’t stop.

I whispered, “I don’t want to hurt you.” My lips brushing hers. Her tongue sliding from her mouth, trying to find my mouth for a kiss. I move in, kissing her as if mad with desire. Our tongues slithering like snakes dancing. My hand forgetting her throat as I grab her waist and lay her on the couch. I could feel her take that first deep breath, feel her chest expand against my body.

We continue to kiss as she unbuttons my jeans and slides them off me. My stiff piece standing at attention as she strokes it with her tiny hands. I groan as she rubs up and down the shaft.

I pull away from her to a stand over her on my knees. I slide my shirt from my body all the while she strokes my member. I groan as I watch her bite her lip, her eyes focused on her task.

“Do you want more?” I ask with only a little bit of apprehension in my voice.

“Hard,” she says bluntly. “I promise I can take more than that.”

I get off the couch at this point. I’m not sure what to do, so I breathe deep and let go. I reach out to Anne and grab her by the hair, pulling her from the couch and making her walk on all fours to the center of the room. I keep her there as I kneel down and lift her chin up and pop open her mouth. She obeys without a word.

I slide my member deep into her mouth as she wraps her gentle lips around and slithers her tongue around it like it were her favorite piece of candy. I moan as I grab her by the hair and slowly thrust my hips.

The control feels good and I test my new sexual desire by thrusting a bit deeper as she gags. She takes it though and I push further and then I see her chest gasping for air. I watch the way her rips appear as her chest tries expanding. I hold her there as she tries to pull back and she stops. Then as I see her shaking to stay up I pull out and listen to her gasp for air.

She keeps her mouth wrapped around me though and keeps sucking. I begin thrusting again and this time I keep going deep and hard, listening to her gag on me as I pull her face into my body. I can feel the drool dripping from her mouth onto me and revel in the simple delight.

I feel myself about to climax and withdraw, but Anne seems eager to finish what she started. With another thrust, I continue my usage of her mouth and throat until I feel myself explode into her mouth.

I hold myself there and then withdraw myself. Anne sits up, her mouth closed and cheeks puffed. The slight look of surprise crossed her face and questioning. It took me a moment to realize what exactly she was asking and then I decide to see if she really likes all this. I smile at her and tell her to swallow and with one large gulp, she does, presenting an empty mouth and then smiling.

Usually, I am sated at a good blowjob and I like to just relax after, but there was something about this sweet little girl and her desires that kept my rock hard after that. I don’t know if it was just how beautiful she was as she looked up at me or maybe I just enjoyed the control.

The next thing I know, I am behind her holding her hips. My stiff member rubbing on the outside of her perfect pink slits. She moans as I feel her coating the shaft with her juices. They’ve been dripping down her legs this entire time. All I want to do right now is fuck her, but I know she wants more than that.

Her ass now has a welt where I spanked her earlier and I take some deep pleasure in grabbing hold of that spot as she flinches from the pain a bit. The spot is hot to the touch as a grab hold and spread her cheeks.

My thumb perfectly located as I do this and I use it to massage her tight little anus, probing it as she backs her ass closure to me. “Fuck me. Please,” she says through soft pants.

I’m enjoying the teasing though. It seems that just having my way with her now would be wrong. I wanted to make her get what she asked for.

I grab my member by the shaft and slid the head in and out as she tries to thrust her hips onto it. The sensation was tempting, but I wouldn’t let her. I could see her shaking now in hopes to have me inside her. I can feel the heat coming from her and I want her just as bad.

My hand lets go and I slide myself deep into her, letting out a deep primal moan from the deepest part of my chest. Her lips enveloped my cock and as I buried it further inside, I could hear a gasp from her lips.

It throbbed inside her a bit as I held her waist in place. The sensation was overwhelming and I couldn’t help but want to fill her with my seed. I didn’t care for anything else at this point.
I began to ride her. My hips thrusting in and out as she pushed her hips back into me. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head back, using is like a rope to pull her harder into me. The slapping sound of our bodies coming together reverberating off the walls. Wails of pleasure easily escaping the walls of the house for the voicesturist girl.

With a scream, Anne moaned, “I’m going to cum!”

I withdrew myself, turned her over and reentered her. Her legs were placed together over my one shoulder, my free hand now playing with her breast as I thrust as hard as I could. Anne grabbed for anything she could, trying to holder herself in place as I had my way with her.

“Choke me!” she screams between screams of pleasure.

I grabbed at her throat and held it as I continued thrusting. The feeling was exhilarating and watching her as she came closure to climax was going to make me finish as well. My grip grew tighter and Anne grabbed my arm, but I held firm. Then I felt her slit pulsate and a warmth coat my shaft a new. Then I felt myself release inside of her the feeling overwhelming to even describe.

When I released her throat and laid her legs on the ground, we both gasped and panted, as if we just ran a marathon. All the while, I kept myself buried deep inside of her.

To be continued…

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/7khhim/first_bdsm_experience