[MF] Never let a brat tell you no [kink][rough]

We nearly met four months ago.

I was in her city for a couple nights, with a nice hotel room and some free time. I was browsing profiles on a kink community, and noticed her lips – give me a nice pair of dick-sucking lips and I’ll make an effort.

Only the problem was she noted she didn’t want to play with married men. I’m guessing it was a recent bad experience. As it was, I’d been having my share of bad experiences in her city – it’s in a region where the male-to-female ratio is a little out of whack. So I sent her a message complimenting her lips and noting that we probably wouldn’t work out, because hey, married, and not changing that any time soon.

My profile makes it very clear what my wife’s rules for me are in dating. It also makes it clear that I shoot foot-long ropes of cum. She zeroed in on those pics, and we started flirting.

By the end of the day, I was in a bar and she was driving to me. She got a call – a family emergency. I’ll take her at her word here.

Over the next few months, we chatted more and more. She found out that my words could make her cum. My voice, watching me stroke my cock to her pics, and telling her what I did to other sluts. We also found out that she got jealous over me. That was almost a red flag, but those lips help me ignore a lot.

Finally, I set up a trip. Technically it was a business trip and I made up some tasks to do near her. But we both knew my main reason was driving there to fuck her.

We met in the lobby of my hotel – no expectations, just two people that had chatted a lot for the past four months meeting in person. Yes, two people that knew what each other looked like naked, and yes, two people that both admitted to really wanting to fuck. But no expectations.

That is, until she walking in with a short dress with her cleavage spilling out of the top. Her lips were painted bright red, and the straps of her thick heels ran halfway up her shins. She was also wearing a thick overcoat for some privacy, but I was seeing a lot that I liked.

We talked and I behaved. My eyes wandered down to her cleavage from time to time, but she didn’t seem to mind. We discussed some of our recent fetish successes and failures, ghostings and near misses of pure crazy. Occasionally I let my hands brush across her legs, gauging her reactions. Nothing bad, but nothing signaling me to go further. And she started telling me how nice I was.

I laughed at this – I am nice, until I’m not.

That answer scared her a little. So I put one hand behind her neck and whispered in her ear, “I know you like getting scared.”

She was betrayed by a soft whimper. Her poker face was breaking, and I was wondering how long she had been thinking about being a little fucktoy during our conversation. Her hands were sweaty – she swore it was because of the jacket. I let her know that we could go upstairs and take off some of her clothes to cool down.

Putting my hand back around her neck, I leaned in and gave her kiss. Feeling her react and submit, I knew she was now mine. I took advantage of her, sliding my hands over her tits and between her legs. When she finally told me no, I gave her neck a squeeze and let some darkness in my glare. I made it clear that I don’t like being told no.

And for a brief moment, I softened my glare and asked “Stoplight?”

It’s a way to remind subs that they do have control if they need it. I wanted to make sure she remembered this. She took a quick breath and whispered, “Green.”

I stood up and made her follow me to the elevator. I grinned as the hotel clerk checked her out and nodded a quick “damn” to me. In the elevator, I slammed her against the wall and gave her a kiss. I took off her coat.

Walking down the hall, I held her tight by her neck and guided her to my room. I pushed her face into the door, then my body against hers, to remind her that I’m in charge, that I’m bigger and stronger.

In the room, I motioned to the couch and locked the door behind us. It was a nice enough suite, with a comfortable little area for entertaining and a big bed nearby. We made out on the couch, and I started to pull her body onto mine – pulling out her tits and sucking on them, groping her ass, feeling her pussy grind against my jeans-covered cock.

As I started to reach for her pussy, she again started to whimper and tell me no.

This angered me. I wanted her bent over my lap for a spanking, and I knew she would not be able to get in position fast enough. It didn’t matter how quick she was moving, I grabbed her by her hair out of sadism and dragged her across my lap. She struggled a little, but clearly liked the feel of my hand slapping her ass.

When I felt she had enough, I had her stand up and face away from me, then slowly back her ass up into my lap. I enjoyed the view and the feel, then got a wicked urge.

I pulled back on her hair, making her lose balance. She was still in her heels. I let my hand move from her hair to her throat, slowly choking her as my other hand reached around to her pussy.

I left her panties on. They were already sopping wet, and I could feel her pussy lips, her clit. When I started to rub her, she struggled. So I switched from choking her to a full-on headlock, forcing her to take it. Every time she tried to fight it or whimpered a no, I squeezed my arm a little tighter around her neck.

Amusing as it was to force her sensitive little clit to explode with ecstasy, I wanted to put those lips to use. I had her get on her knees as I pulled my cock out. She got to work, proving me right about my hunch on her cocksucking ability. She worked the shaft and tip with a lot of enthusiasm, clearly trying to make me cum in her mouth. I was tempted, but it’s not really that easy for me to cum from a blowjob. That, and the bed was just across the room. I starting thinking about how I wanted to pound her tight little pussy. She kept sucking.

Finally, I pulled up on her hair and told her that’s enough, she’s going to get fucked now.

“No,” she said. Then to punctuate it, she bit the tip of my cock.

She knew she crossed the line. I immediately slapped her across the face. She muttered out a half dozen apologies, then tried to put her mouth back on my cock. She was a good enough cocksucker that I was off-balance for about 30 seconds, and immediately was back to enjoying a blowjob. But then my anger stoked for a moment – she said no. She’s doing what she wants, and she ignored my command. You can’t let brats have their way.

This time I jerked her head off my cock with a fist full of hair. I moved towards the bed, not really caring which way her body had to contort to adjust to my hand. Her best options were to crawl fast alongside me, or to walk bent over in half. Either way, her hair was twisting and pulling. She choose something halfway between a crawl and a bow before getting her hands on the bed.

She knew how she was going to be fucked. Slut instincts took over, and she put her head down and ass up. I gave her ass a couple more spanks, admonishing her for telling me no. I lectured her as I put on a condom.

“Your body is mine, fucktoy,” I said. “I will do what I want to it, when I want to, where I want to. And right now, I’m going to fuck your little pussy.”

One hand on the back of her head, I fucked her hard. I thought about how I did nothing to prepare her pussy for my girth – usually I give subs the courtesy of some oral sex where I work them up from one finger to two fingers. Just enough to take the sting away, but to keep their pussy nice and tight.

The thought of this brat struggling to take me made me smile. I pushed her face into the mattress to muffle her moaning, then pushed harder to cum.

I pulled out and rolled her face-up. Taking the condom off, I poured my cum down her throat. She swallowed like a good girl.

We slipped into some aftercare – talking, snuggling, generally just glowing over the fun we had. I checked to make sure nothing was too rough or mean that go-round, and we discussed possible future scenes. And thinking about it made my cock hard again.

I had her use her mouth for a bit, then sent her to fetch me another condom. Once I was thick, hard and covered, I had her sit her pussy down on top. I already knew that she had trouble taking every inch of me, but that didn’t stop me from grabbing her hips and forcing it in. She used her legs to bounce as hard as she could, full-on screaming moans as she cummed.

She was light enough that when I was ready, I was able to pump her little body up and down like a sex doll, controlling her pace until I came again.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bc6krz/mf_never_let_a_brat_tell_you_no_kinkrough