[MF] Epic Craigslist Success Story

In honour of today’s shuttering of the Canadian personals sections on Craigslist, I’m reposting my most memorable casual encounter:

Ever try hooking up with Craigslist? I replied to some ads that I found enticing, but only got silence (or offers to join camgirl sites). I tried posting a few ads of my own, and got much of the same – obvious scams, no real girls.

It all changed when I wrote a very dirty response to an ad that asked for domination. I didn’t get a reply, but I thought that what I wrote was too good not to share. So I posted another ad. And this one fucking worked!!

Within three weeks I had fucked two random girls – no dating, no bullshit, and exactly the way I wanted it (those are stories for another time). They were decent looking girls, don’t get me wrong, and I had a good time with both of them, but they were nothing compared to Kitten (that was a piece of her email address, and how I ended up addressing her through most of our correspondence). I’m an average looking 34-year-old; she’s a smoking hot 18-year-old. Cue the comments about this being fake, I don’t mind. I’d feel the same way if it didn’t happen to me!

“I saw your ad, and I’ll admit I loved every sentence.”

Gentlemen, that is what a real reply looks like. No picture, no link, no selling of any kind.

“I’m glad you liked it! Tell me about yourself, a picture would be nice.”

She replied with a bathroom mirror selfie, face partially obscured, wearing a striped tank top and white panties. “I’m a young girl, 5’6, 110lbs. I’m very curious about all things bdsm. I’m shy, but ultimately I want to please, and perhaps with a little training I think I would make a decent sub ☺️”.

We emailed back and forth for a bit, and I asked her to be more specific about what she wants done to her. Everyone has a different idea of what it means to be a sub, and I didn’t want to make any assumptions. Here’s a few things she said (copy-pasted from our email history, not all one reply):

“I love the idea of being tied up, though I’ve never tried it. Rough play I love. As for humiliation, and being used as a sex slave.. That’s why I replied to your ad. I’m open to just about anything. No permanent marks being my only limit off the top of my head. I would like to be used, I’ve never been with more than one man at a time, but I would be thrilled to service as many men as you saw fit. Provided it’s safe. I have a very long list of things I would like to try. I want to be restrained, blindfolded, gagged, I’ve always wanted to have toys used on me, anything from plugs and beads to vibrators. I have a fantasy of being rented out to other men, getting gangbanged, I like the idea of getting piss drunk so a man can take advantage of me, you name it. I have a ton of fantasies about being kidnapped and held for a few days, but I suppose that wouldn’t be too easy to make happen :p
I like the idea of being ‘forced’ to do things.”

We texted almost every night for a few days. It went like this:

“You’ll be squirming and fighting, so I’ll have to hold you down while I restrain you. I’ll grab you by the hair and force you to your knees. ‘Cock sucking time, slave.’ Maybe you won’t want to open your mouth, so I’ll slap your face until you submit…”

“Yes please. I can put up a pretty good fight, do you think you can handle it?”

“The more you fight, the more satisfied I am when you finally submit.”

“I’ll fight hard then, do your worst, I’m pretty resilient. I’d love to see someone tame me.”

“Sure, you’ll fight, but you’ll tire eventually. Then you’ll be exhausted and helpless, as well as tied up and gagged. I will do anything. I. Want.”

“You’ll really do this to me when we meet? That sounds perfect. Fair warning that I am very shy, I may need a little coaxing at first. Although being blindfolded might help with that, if you’d like.”

“I love that you’re shy. I picture you trembling while obeying my instructions. Being blindfolded will amplify your sense of touch. Your skin will light on fire with my every touch.”

“I’ve never been blindfolded before. In this context anyway. I imagine it’ll be a little scary, but the uncertainty has me tingling.”

Fast forward to the big day. She had described what she was wearing – jeans, a white blouse and a colorful scarf – so when she walked in front of my car as I was about to pull into our arranged meeting spot, I immediately recognized her, and gave her a honk and wave. She smiled and got in the car. And she kept smiling, nervously, as we drove to the motel.

We get in the room, I pour us a drink, and get on the bed, inviting her to join me. I’m sitting up against the headboard, she’s between my legs, leaning back into my chest. I can see goose bumps on her arms, and ask if she’s nervous. She admits that she is, so I take it slow. I pull her tight into me, so she can fully lay back and relax, and I rub her arms gently while we have our drinks. We make small talk, joke about the huge mirror behind the head board, and the overall dingy-fuck-motel vibe the room is giving off.

I can see that her goose bumps are gone, and our hands have been roaming for a few minutes now, so I decide it’s time to really get started. I start kissing her neck and rubbing her belly, and she leans into me, turns her head and now we’re full-on making out. Then my phone rings. And it’s my boss. And it’s the middle of the afternoon on a week-day. I have to answer (I have the kind of job that let’s you work from home, so I make my own hours, but I’m still supposed to be available for phone calls).

While I’m talking, she gets up onto her knees, turns around, and starts pulling her blouse down to reveal hear perfect 34C tits. She crawls closer to me, rubbing her tits in my face. I’m struggling to keep the conversation going with my boss while motor-boating this gorgeous young girl, and I’m able to get away with just a few “uh-huh”s now and then without giving anything away.

The conversation ends, and she gets up to go to the bathroom and change. (When I found out how young she was, I asked if she had any schoolgirl outfits. She did, and agreed to bring it. This is what she was changing into, and I know it). I take this opportunity to take off my clothes, leaving just the boxers, and I spread out my sex toys on the little table by the wall: restraints, clamps, blindfold, but plug, and lube (the last two items didn’t get used this time; sorry anal enthusiasts). I know, I know, a vibrator is conspicuously absent from that list. I’m a horrible person, there’s no excuse.

I get back on the bed and wait for her. She comes out in a short, plaid skirt, red, and a very conservative, high-necked sweater. She crawls onto the bed, and she’s on all fours, ass in the air, hair in cute little pig tails. I get behind her and lift up her skirt just a bit to get a proper look at her perfect ass. She’s wearing white cotton panties…such a good girl. But I give her ass a good spank anyway. Even good girls deserve a spanking.

We had discussed earlier that when she was ready to really play, she would put on the blindfold. And when she reached over and put it over her eyes, my cock got rock hard with anticipation. The game, which we also discussed, was called “Choke or Spank?”

She assumed the position just like before: on all fours, ass in the air. I lift her skirt up, and roughly pull down her panties to her knees. She wasn’t expecting that, and gave out a little squeak. I spanked her lightly at first, just a tease, first one cheek then the other, alternating my timing and order so she wouldn’t expect it, gradually getting harder and harder. Soon I was full out spanking her, both cheeks getting redder with every slap. She knew that as soon as she’d had her fill of the spanking, all she had to do was say the magic words. She knew what they were, we’d talked about it already. So I kept slapping and slapping, until she finally decided she’d had enough, and said, “Fuck my mouth, Master.”

Except she didn’t say it loud enough for me, and she kind of mumbled it. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” I put my ear up to her mouth. “Fuck my mouth, Master!” “Much better. Now open your mouth.”

I walked around to the other side of the bed, dropped my boxer shorts, and told her to crawl forward a bit so I could fuck her mouth while standing. She crawled up and opened her mouth. I couldn’t wait to finally have my cock sucked by this gorgeous young girl! I slowly inserted myself, feeling her warm mouth on every inch of my cock. I wasn’t going to face-fuck her, not yet. The game was she would keep my cock as deep in her throat as she could, and if she pulled away, it was back to spanking. I didn’t expect her to last very long, but she assured me that she’d had her gag reflex tested before, and she’d be fine.

I held her with both hands by the sides of her head, and really pushed deep. She probably lasted less than a minute before choking and pulling back, but considering how deep she had me in her throat, I was very impressed. She even got right back to deep throating as soon as it popped out. She probably didn’t want to go back to the spanking right away. When she pulled back the second time, she sat back and caught her breath. “You’re such a good girl. Now get back into position, I’m going to slap that beautiful ass of yours until it’s bright red.”

We went a few rounds like that, each time she endured a bit more spanking, each time she kept my cock in her throat a little longer. It helped that I encouraged her to keep calm and breathe through her nose while she was deep throating me. I kept petting her head and telling her she was a good girl. When she finally choked and pulled back for the last time, she said the sexiest thing: “Please fuck me, Master.”

I got behind her, pulled her panties off her ankles, spread her feet out wide, and shoved my cock inside her tight pussy for the first time. It was just a tight as you’d imagine an 18-year-old pussy would be. I fucked her like that until she came – it couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes – at which point I pulled out and told her to finally get fully naked. (In case you forgot, this whole scene had been happening while she was wearing a schoolgirl outfit!)

She took the blindfold off, and stripped for me. It was getting dark at this point, and the street lights barely illuminating the room lit up her perfect body so beautifully, I thought I was dreaming.

She went to the table and grabbed the restraints and nipple clamps and brought them to me. I strapped her wrists and attached them behind her back. I took the clamp and gently rubbed her nipple with it. Before I attached it, I gave her nipple a little bite and a quick flick of my tongue. She squealed a bit when I attached the clamp. It was more painful than she expected.

I pulled gently on the chain holding the clamp, enough to pull her tit towards me, but not hard enough to remove the clamp. Then I pulled a little harder, and it released from her nipple. Turns out, releasing the clamp like that is even more painful than attaching it! I reattached the clamp, then did the same thing with her other nipple – biting, licking, attaching then releasing the clamp with little tug, and reattaching the clamp. I played around with her fear of having the clamps pulled off, licking and sucking one of her nipples, then pulling off the clip. After a few turns on each nipple, I surprised her by licking and sucking one nipple, but then pulling the clamp off the other one instead. I enjoyed making her squeal.

But I enjoyed having my cock in her mouth more, so we moved on. The clamps remained on, and her hands were still restrained behind her back. She was kneeling on the bed, and I was sitting back against the headboard. I stroked my cock a little with one hand, and gave her the ‘come here’ finger with the other. She knew exactly what I wanted. She bent down and went to work sucking my cock. She couldn’t support herself with her arms, so I was holding her head to guide her. She sat up to catch her breath, and I gave her the ‘come here’ finger again. But this time she gave me a smirk and shook her head ‘no.’ She wanted me to force her.

So I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth down onto my cock. She opened wide, and eagerly swallowed every inch. I face fucked her hard, and she gagged and pulled away a little. I grabbed her harder and face fucked her again, this time with my leg curled behind her neck, keeping her from pulling away. She stopped fighting, because she knew it was futile, and just went to work on my cock. It felt amazing, but frankly looked less like a sex act and more like a wrestling move. The figure-four blow job.

The next time she really gagged, I released my grip, and let her pull away. But there was going to be no break. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her down onto the bed. I pulled her ass up and rammed my cock into her soaking pussy. Her arms were still restrained, so she couldn’t hold herself up, and ended up falling onto her stomach. I laid on top of her and just kept pounding away, harder and harder, until I finally felt the eruption coming. I quickly pulled out and sent three or four good ropes of cum all over her back.

I left her lying there for a few seconds. Completely naked, arms behind her back, hair sweaty and disheveled, covered in my cum. What a sight it was. I eventually got up and got her a towel from the bathroom. I untied her and wiped her off, and told her what a good girl she’d been. We cuddled on the bed for a bit – I’m a big fan of aftercare. I fucked her one more time: after she grabbed the ball gag and went to the bathroom mirror to see how she looked in it, I came up behind her, bent her over, and stuck my cock inside her again. I rubbed her clit with one hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other, pulling her head up, making her look at her gagged face while she’s getting fucked. Didn’t take her long to cum. I pulled out and we went back to the bed.

After a little more cuddling, we decided to get dressed and go to a nearby pizza joint for a snack. When we got back, we laid on the bed talking for a while, until she started playing with her belt…I took that as an opportunity to open her pants and finger her to another orgasm. It was very sweet, she didn’t even get naked this time, just my hand down her pants and her leaning into me and moaning until she came. We left shortly after and I drove her home.

I was walking around with a stupid grin on my face the next two days.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8gtovb/mf_epic_craigslist_success_story