Sex stories

My first time was neither the sweetest nor the best and absolutely not gentle. I was 21, still a virgin, and hung up about my average body. Yet, looking back, I was actually pretty decent. So many opportunities wasted because of my ignorance. Anyway, with my unsatisfied desire for a good cock to pop my cherry, I ended up finding, on an internet site, a man in his forties willing to take me. It was the early days of the first gay sites. I wanted a domineering, directive man to crush my fears of a frightened virgin.

For a first time with this stranger, I didn't want to host him and he couldn't anyway. His proposal worried me but my devouring excitement made me accept without hesitation: meet in the underground parking of a building. When I arrived in front of the closed gate, a voice invited me to enter through the small gate next to the fence. Only the emergency exit lights gave a faint glow that allowed us to make out the shadows of the vehicles and the individual. "Follow me and shut your mouth!" In a curt tone he ordered me to follow him. Worry added to the anxiety and the excitement of an unprecedented deflowering.

As we went deeper into the parking, he pulled me between two cars. "On your knees!" he demanded. Kneeling, trapped between him and the hood of a car, he unfastened his jeans and pulled out an erect cock. It wasn't my first blowjob, and I started to stroke and lick him. "Eat it, bitch!" He removed my hand and, grabbing my head, pushed in straight away. "Swallow, little whore!" Cornered, I had no choice but to accept this cock that was choking me. Despite my gagging and the tears caused by this thick 20 cm cock, he kept rubbing my throat. Only the sounds of his cock in my throat echoed in that dark parking garage. After several minutes of this treatment, he pulled out his cock, dripping with my saliva. I had it all over my chin and neck. My urge to leave became more pressing and I wished my mouth would make him come so he'd let me go. In truth, a perverse part of my personality was awakening that enjoyed this hard treatment.

"Stand up!" No sooner had I straightened up than he grabbed me by the shoulders to turn me around, back to him. He, taller, stronger, imposed his will. Me, split between stress and excitement, I offered only a slight, token resistance. With a sharp gesture he lowered my tracksuit. "Bend over, bitch!" Still with that directive tone that awakened the submissive in me. He punctuated his words with a strong slap on my ass. Lying on the hood, I heard two spits that he spread over my tight ring, before putting in his two fingers one after the other. A cry escaped my throat from the pain, which was immediately answered by a big slap on my left butt cheek and an insistent: "Fuck! Shut your mouth, bitch!" A third finger joined the other two and together they worked around in my virgin anal pussy. After five minutes of this difficult treatment, while I held back my screams, letting escape only a few involuntary moans, he finally withdrew his hand. The relief was brief. A spit that his glans spread on my ring and I felt him penetrate my little hole, a bit less virginal. His glans finally slid in, ripping a cry of pain from me. "Wait! Put on a condom please." Ignoring my will, I heard "Arch your back!" I obeyed immediately, straightening up while his hand pressed over my mouth. Then, with a strong thrust, he plunged in completely. My cry was muffled by his hand.

Then started a proper pounding. Very strong and imperious, only his desire mattered. The sharp pain didn't stop my hot and submissive self from confusing pleasure and pain. His thrusts went on for about ten minutes in different positions that he imposed on me. Each time he abruptly planted his cock in me. Bent over the hood of a car. Standing, pinned against the wall. Taken on all fours on the dusty floor of the parking garage. Me, moaning, tears in my eyes, he insulted me, spat on me, and slapped my ass and face. When he made me lie down one last time on the hood of a car, rough moans came from his throat, accompanied by deep thrusts. He finally came inside me.

I collapsed on the ground while he dressed. He left me alone in the darkness of that parking garage. Squatting in the dark, I jerked off until a shameful but liberating orgasm. I went home filthy, hoping not to meet anyone. Imagining the shame visible on my face. This experience isn't one I'd recommend. I don't know whether it gave me a taste for obedience and a certain masochism, or whether it just revealed my latent sexual inclinations as a good bitch.