Sex stories

I met him on a Tuesday night. Karim. 32, tall, built like a god, and carrying himself like he owned the world — or at least, like he was about to own me.

He messaged first:
"You’re cute. You look like someone who knows how to obey."
I replied instantly:
"Only if you know how to take control."

The rules were set fast. I was his for the night. Safe word agreed, no questions, no limits within our game. He wanted full control. I wanted to give it.

At his place, the atmosphere was thick with tension. He made me strip at the door, dropped a collar in my hands, and whispered:
"Put it on, twink. You belong to me tonight."

I did. No hesitation.

He yanked the leash and pulled me to him. Our lips didn’t meet. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and whispered in my ear:
"You speak only when spoken to. Nod if you understand."
I nodded.

Then it began. The man’s presence alone made me feel weak. He sat on his couch like a king, legs spread wide, eyes scanning every inch of my naked body on the floor.
"Crawl to me." he ordered.
I did. Slowly, proudly, obediently.

When I reached him, he unzipped his pants and exposed the thickest, most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen. I looked up, waiting.
"Open your mouth," he said.
I obeyed.

He didn’t rush. He fed it to me inch by inch, guiding my head with both hands.
"That’s it, take your Alpha’s cock," he growled.
I drooled, kissed, moaned — all of it for him. He loved it.

Soon he stood, bent me over the edge of the couch, and ran his hand over my ass.
"I’ll open you slowly. I want to hear you beg for more."
And I did. Every stroke, every push made me want more of him. He took his time. The man was patient and rude all at once.

When he finally slid inside, I screamed into the cushion from the sheer stretch.
"You can take it," he said, pressing deeper.
"You're mine now."

He pounded me like I belonged to him — because in that moment, I did. And when he leaned over to whisper in my ear, holding me down and grinding deep inside me, I could barely hold my orgasm.

"Not yet," he said, slapping my ass.
I held it back, trembling.
"Good twink."

When we came, it was together — explosive, primal, intense.

He collapsed next to me, grabbed my face, kissed me hard, and whispered:
"Tomorrow, same time. Bring your collar."