Sex stories

One time I was hanging around on a dating site and I come across a guy who matches exactly what I’m looking for. We end up setting a meeting. He told me to be naked when I open the door for him, and that’s what I do—but I kept a robe nearby just in case a neighbor saw me.

When I open the door, he walks in. He’s got a hard, pissed-off look. I say hello, and he slaps me so hard I drop to the floor. He grabs me by the hair, puts me on my knees and says, "I told you to be naked. Why don’t you obey? You said you were very submissive and obedient."

He slaps me again, a bit less hard. It hurts, but at the same time it turns me on. He sees my dick starting to get hard and says, "You’re really a horny bitch." He grabs me by the neck and drags me in front of the couch. He sits down facing me, pulls out his dick. I go to suck it, but he pushes me back.

"Wait. I know you’re hungry, but wait. You’re mine."

He takes his phone out and starts filming me. "Now you can start. Smell it. Everywhere. Don’t forget the balls."

I start smelling his dick, the head, the balls. When I get to his balls, he pushes my head down and tells me to lick. I start licking and sucking them. He moans, tells me it’s good, then starts slapping me with his dick. I love it. He sees it.

"You like that? You like my dick? You want it in your mouth?"

Before I can answer, he shoves it deep into my mouth. I choke. He laughs, lets me breathe, then pushes it back in. I suck him, play with my tongue on his head, go back and forth. Sometimes he pushes my head down for deep throat. Tears in my eyes.

He tells me to look at him, says I’ve got a good slut look and that his dick fits perfectly in my throat. He starts fucking my mouth harder and harder. Then suddenly he pulls out, slaps me again and again, rubs his dick all over my face.

He jerks off, tells me to stick my tongue out, rubs his head on it, and suddenly he starts shooting big loads. I’ve got it everywhere—mouth, tongue, cheek, hair. He spreads it all over my face with his dick, gives me little slaps, congratulates me, tells me I’m a good slut.

I take his dick back into my mouth to clean it. I think it’s over—but he’s still hard. He says, "I decide when it’s over. You’ve really got a good juice tank."

He grabs my head and starts fucking my mouth again, going deeper and deeper down my throat. It hurts. When he pulls out, he slaps me again and says that’s what I wanted, that I should thank him.

I barely have time to respond before he pushes his dick back into my mouth. He starts moaning louder and louder and I feel 4 or 5 big loads shooting into my mouth. He tells me to keep it in—but there’s too much, it overflows. He laughs.

He tells me to show him properly. I see a flash—I realize he just took a picture. He looks at me and says, "Alright, you can swallow."

I swallow everything, show him my mouth is empty. He says, "Now clean."

I take his dick again, lick everything, make sure it’s perfectly clean. He congratulates me, says he likes obedient sluts like me, that he’ll call me again, and that he knows people who would also enjoy me.

At the moment I don’t really understand. He gets dressed, stands up, and leaves. I’m still sitting there in front of the couch. I realize I came too—there’s a pool of my own cum.

I lie down on the couch, trying to recover. My cheeks, my jaw, my neck hurt—but I’m still turned on. I take my phone and see he sent me the photos and videos he took, with a message telling me to keep my weekend free.

I reply: ok.

To be continued…