the time i realized i like being a toy [fm]

So, I haven’t had much inside me besides fingers and toys in the recent months, (turns out being an *adult* is harder than I thought), and I’ve read a lot of stories from you all, and I figured if I can’t have any sex, I could always write about it again. I’ve mentioned how much I love rough sex, but that’s not the end of my kink list. I’ve always been almost shyly interested in submission, and being used. And this story tells about the time I truly explored that curiosity for the first time.

I guess I should remind you all what I look like. I’m tall, just about 6’. Long wavy brown hair and dark, almost black eyes. An ass that’s partially a gift of my Hispanic heritage but also the result of a lot of gym hours. Full C cups. Dimples. (I couldn’t resist, it always seems weird to end descriptions with measurements).

I met him at a party during my sophomore year of college, he went to a school near mine. He was tall and not quite built but heftier, with dark hair and a beard, and his eyes followed me even after we separated. He got my number, and we had been talking casually. He asked me a few weeks later to come to a party with him, as his date. I agreed. Throughout all of this, neither of us had mentioned anything sexual, much less our unique interests. The night of the party came around, and I knew I wanted to fuck him. Much like where I’m at now, I hadn’t been fucked recently and the way I imagined his hands would feel on my naked skin had me more than a little excited. I wondered what he would be like. So I got to his apartment, we chatted about music and sports and what we wanted to do with our lives. We went to the party, and it was fun but also a little awkward with my not knowing anyone else there. A little buzzed, we made it back again to his apartment. There was palpable tension in the air, and I was hesitant to act on it. So when he finally moved in and kissed me, taking what he wanted, I immediately crumbled and shed my reserved exterior. I wanted him, now.

We moved into his bedroom, a confusion of his mouth on mine and his hands tugging on my clothes. He pulled me down to his bed, and I leaned over him, nibbling his ear and gasping roughly when he yanked my hair to the side to expose my neck and bite me there.

“I wasn’t sure you wanted his” He whispered against my ear as I tried to stay focused while he grinded his still covered cock against me. I smirked, stood up from the bed, and quickly stripped out of my clothes. It was dark. When I came back to him, his hand ran over the length of my body, from the curve of my ass up my back.

“You took everything off.” He stated as his fingers moved down to graze my folds. I was soaked, and I could clearly hear his sharp intake of breath when he realized just how wet I was.

“Ohhh fuck. You want my cock inside you, don’t you?” He said. His fingers were still playing with me, and I was quickly unraveling. All I could say was please.

He pushed me over, making me giggle playfully as he quickly stood to shrug out of his clothes and roll on a condom before joining me again on the bed.

Usually I’m not as much a fan of missionary sex. I like the way it sounds when skin slaps against skin when I’m getting fucked from behind. I love the way hands feel digging hard into my hips like handlebars. And I love riding, throwing my head back and holding onto a man’s chest like it’s the only thing keeping me on Earth while I buck and bounce and whimper. But he took me as I was – lying on my back. And I held onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his back as his cock filled me. He talked to me like I was his pet, his toy. But also with almost awed respect. Telling me how tight I felt around him, how much he loved how wet I was. Groaning and growling when he couldn’t get the words out.

“You like my thick cock inside you?”

“I love it. I love you inside my tight little pussy.”

And if the way he talked didn’t make me crazy for him, the way he moved his hips did. It’s like he knew exactly how to fuck me, switching from rolling his hips to pounding deep inside me. I don’t know how many times I came, certainly the most I ever had. More, in fact, than I’d ever had in a session alone with my fingers. Because eventually I feel sensitive and I stop, clitoral stimulation gets to be too much for me after a while. But he was perfectly relentless, fucking me and fucking me through every single one of my orgasms until my pussy was an ocean and my mind was foggy from the pleasure. Every time I came on that cock he would push my hair back out of my face, gently stroking my skin while he roughly whispered “that’s it. That’s it. *Cum for me*.” Over and over and over.

I didn’t know what the submissive mindset was until he fucked me. I could imagine it, sure. But I’d never slipped so deep into the role of a fucktoy until he was the one playing. And the most interesting part for me was, I was saying things I had never said before, things that would’ve shocked me to hear a few months earlier. But it was so right. It felt so good. And I loved every second of it.

Eventually he got a little tired from fucking me for so long. I could tell when his arms started shaking, and I asked to please suck his cock. He looked down at me, his expression a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he slid out of my pussy and wordlessly rolled over onto his back. It was my turn to take my time with him. And I did not want to be slow and gentle. I wasn’t doing this out of a sense of obligation. I wanted, *needed* to feel his cock slide down my throat. In that moment, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to pleasure him with my mouth. Hear him moan and watch him writhe in pleasure while I wrapped my lips around his shaft. I licked him all over, tasting my cum off his cock, kissing and running my lips over it before finally opening my mouth and letting him slide past my tongue. This is how I like to suck. Get him all wet then take him all the way to the hilt, feeling the head of his cock move past my tongue and hit the back of my throat. Then I like to stay there, let him feel my drool dripping down to his balls, feeling his hands brushing my hair back so he can watch me work. Then I start to bob up and down, feeling my pussy throb. So I sucked and sucked and took him deep enough to gag and choke.

“Easy, easy. You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” I answered. The words came quickly and easily because they were true. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to gag on his thick cock. I *needed* to pleasure him.

“I want you to use me” I moaned before slurping his cock back up.

“You’re a little toy, aren’t you? A perfect little fuckdoll, all for me.”

Nobody had ever called me that before. Nobody had spoken to me like that before. And I loved it. My entire body tingled and throbbed and craved his cock back inside me. So, I asked nicely, to please ride. He smiled and let me climb up his body to hover over his cock. I grinded against it, trapping it between my wet little pussy and his lower abdomen as I slid back and forth along his length. Then I reached my hand down and guided him inside. It felt as good as the first time he slid inside me. We both gasped, and I felt his fingers dig into my ass, which sets me off. I held onto his chest hard and I started arching and bending my back, letting him slide in and out of my pussy with the movement of my body. He started to groan and threw his head back into the pillow, too caught up in the moment and the feeling to keep watching me. Then I started to bounce. I love to ride but I’d never ridden as hard as this. We found the perfect rhythm, him angling his hips and lifting them just the tiniest bit every time I slammed back down against his body. Eventually his hands started to lose grip on my ass. And I knew why. He was close. Seeing his clenched jaw and all that desire just barely held back pushed me off the edge and I silently screamed as I came on his cock one last time. Seeing how close he was, I couldn’t help it. I had to ask.

“Can I swallow it?” I begged. “Please please please I want to taste you.”

“Fuck yes.” He ground out and I bounced two more times on his cock before quickly hopping off and positioning myself between his legs. He tossed the condom to the side as I nestled between his legs. The first shot hit my chin, and I groaned. Fuck. I wanted all of it. I quickly engulfed the head with my lips and sucked him as he shot rope after rope of cum inside me. I swallowed, then cleaned him off with my tongue, brushing the bit I missed off my chin and licking it off my fingers. Caught up in my aftercare, I eventually looked up and locked eyes with him as he brought one hand to my face.

“Good girl.”

I had a lot more to learn, am still learning. But this really ignited the interest for me. As always, let me know what you think.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7pcoai/the_time_i_realized_i_like_being_a_toy_fm