1 comments/ 12028 views/ 2 favorites Anja’s Wild Years Ch. 01 By: Hollunder Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story. Summary: The story is about Anja, a chubby young woman who describes some of her sexual adventures and experiences during her student years. Bored by her boyfriend, who only varies foreplay but always plays the same role – the role of a gentle Romeo – she looks for variety. Perhaps inspired by stories, pictures, movies or personals ads, she decides to meet a dominant couple, with unexpected results. Part I: Anja's Growing Sexual Boredom Leads to a Decision
 David was a kind boy without ostentation. His appearance or character could be exchanged with almost any other of my or his fellow students. During courses he played the role of a careerist. That means, his main objective was to pass his courses. He was always punctual. To avoid missing one of his courses by oversleeping, he set two alarm clocks. During his courses at university he was dressed in the style of his teachers. In his spare time, however, he adapted his clothing to his neighbors and was dressed more sloppily. I would say he played a more bohemian role. He pretended to have no money, drank cheap wine and chatted about art and philosophy. With me, he played the role of a "gentle Romeo." I liked it, but "variety is spice of life." One evening I met David at the kitchen of the dormitory where I lived. I was making pancakes when he came into the kitchen to put away some groceries in his food locker. Smiling at me, he remarked, "Mmmm. It smells delicious. What are you cooking?" 

"I am baking pancakes," I answered with emphasize on the word "baking". David smiled, "What a coincidence. Pancakes are my favorite dish." I invited him to eat with me, but unfortunately he had no time.

 The next few days we met "coincidentally" more often in the kitchen. He would comment on the news on the radio, emphasize our similarities, show interest, address flattering or ambiguous remarks to me, and finally he invited me to dinner, "Have you got any plans for tomorrow? We could make pancakes together?" I agreed and we arranged to meet at the kitchen the next evening at 6. As planned, we baked pancakes and then ate them together. After washing up and putting the wet dishes into the dish dryer we went to my room. There we sat on the couch and watched TV. "Coincidentally" he touched my back. It was an arousing feeling. Would he go further? After a while he got up and went to the toilet. What a pity. Coming back he took his place on my left again and wrapped his right arm around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he fondled my belly with his left hand, peered into my eyes and laughed wolfishly, "Mmm-mmm-mmmm." He gently kissed my lips. While circling his tongue in my mouth his left hand tenderly caressed the inside of my nylon covered thighs, which caused me to moan. Getting progressively more vigorous he fondled and rubbed my belly, breasts and finally my pussy. He unbuttoned my blouse and whispered in a deep voice, "Come on. Get undressed. Take off your blouse." I obeyed and took off my blouse and dress and David got undressed, too. He pulled a condom over his hard cock while I took off my bra. He seems to prefer safe sex, I thought to myself, with rising horniness.

 When I began to take off my stockings, he grinned and said, "You can leave them on. You can leave on your nylon stockings. They look good on you." He seems to have a nylon fetish. But that is Ok. I like wearing stockings with my garter belt during sex. They make me feel a little bit slutty. Will he treat me like a slut? Should I tell him that when wearing stockings I have always had successful anal, orgasming without touching my clitoris? While I pulled my stockings back up, he hugged me from behind, kissed my neck and caressed the inside of my thighs, my breasts and then rubbed my pussy. Pressing his stiff cock between my butt cheeks, he guided me to the bedroom. There he gently pushed me onto the bed and said, "Lie down, please. On your back. Legs apart." He laid himself next to me and caressed my pussy until it got wet. Then he knelt between my legs, laid on me and slowly and gently slid his cock into my pussy and fucked me. I would more accurately say he fucked me in a 4/4-step with accent on the first stroke. Getting progressively more vigorous he then fucked me harder and rougher. After a while he stopped abruptly and commanded, "And now from behind. Come on. Turn around. Get on your hands and knees." I obediently positioned myself like a dog and presented my pussy for penetration. David knelt behind me and placed the tip of his cock against my wet labia. In one motion, he pushed his entire length inside and fucked me hard again. A while later he withdrew and lay on his back and said, "Now it's your turn. Sit on me." Exhausted, I rode on his cock until he ordered, "Enough. Now lie down. On your back, again. Legs up. Lift your legs. Put your legs on my shoulders." He then leaned his body against my legs, pushing them to my ears and fucked me – in and out – until he climaxed. Satisfied, he pulled his cock out, laid himself on his back and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I grinned and whispered, "Mmmm. That was nice." David got up and went to the sink to remove the used condom and wash his cock.

 Second round – the oral game.

 After drying his cock David took his place on my left again and wrapped his right arm around my waist. Pulling me close to him, he peered into my eyes and laughed wolfishly as he had before, "Mmm-mmm-mmmm." While fondling my bare pussy, David kissed my nipples and finally my pussy, which made me moan. Suddenly, David took a pillow, laid it on the floor, knelt down between my legs, peered up, smiled and kissed my pussy again. He gently circled his tongue on my clit before he started to lick me more boldly. With every exhalation he moved his tongue vigorously up through my swollen lips. He plowed my pussy with his tongue for several minutes. Then he peered up again, smiled and asked, "Do you like it?" Not waiting for an answer, he again circled his tongue on my clit. I moaned and arched my back as I climaxed.

 Satisfied, I pulled David back on the couch, "Hmm. Thank you very much. That was wonderful. But now it's my turn." Submissively I knelt down on the pillow between his legs and grabbed his cock. I gently pulled back his foreskin all the way, revealing the moist, dark pink skin. I licked and kissed the tip like it was an ice cream cone. It tasted a little bit soapy, but I liked it. Then I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking. Aroused, I moved my head up and down, and when he started to moan I went faster, finally swallowing his spurtings.

 David seduced me several times thereafter. He had other strategies, in addition to fondling on the couch: "Oily massage" foreplay The next day I sat at my writing desk. David stood behind me and began massaging my shoulders. "Tense shoulders, fancy a massage?" he asked. "Mmm, why not?" I replied. After rubbing and kneading my shoulders for a while, David whispered, "Your shoulders are quite tense. Come on. Take off your blouse. I'll give you a real massage." I declined with thanks, "No thank you. That is not necessary."
 But David kept up, "Come on. I have a very good lotion." I finally agreed and David said, "Mmm. Nice. I would suggest you lie face down on the couch, on your stomach, while I go and get the promised good lotion." I obeyed, took off my blouse and laid myself face down on the couch. David fetched the lotion, took off his pullover and trousers and sat down on my buttocks. He poured some lotion on my back and started rubbing and kneading my back. "How do you like it?" he asked me. "Do you like it more gentle," David kneaded my muscles more strongly, "... or would you rather have it more rough and dominant?" I moaned approval for the latter. After a while David kneaded my bum cheeks before he started with the same procedure as the day before: "Get on your hands and knees, turn around, lie down on your back, legs apart, legs up, lift your legs, put your legs on my shoulders ..."

 "Passionate welcome hug" foreplay

 The next Friday I had another date with David. Waiting for him, I took a shower and dressed in a sexy outfit with nylon stockings and pumps. Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was David. He smiled as he saw me and said, "Hello, have you missed me?" After closing the door he looked at me and asked, "New stockings? Mmmm. Nice."
 David hugged me passionately and kissed my lips. After a while he turned me around, hugged me from behind and started to undress me. Feeling my wet pussy he ordered, "Bend down." I obeyed and got fucked from behind right there just inside the door before David led me to the bedroom for more sex play. "Let's take a nap" foreplay Another time I yawned. "Tired?" asked David with a grin on his face. "You look tired. Come on. Let's take a nap." Knowing that David wanted to fuck me, I went to the bedroom with him, and we undressed and got in bed. We lay spooning under the sheets, his hardening cock pressing against my butt cheeks. His hands massaged my breasts, belly and finally my pussy before he fucked me. The sex with David was good. I liked it when he played the role of a "gentle Romeo". But Gossen's First Law – marginal utility diminishes with every additional consumed unit – applies to sex as well. After a while – like the hero in Richard Wagner's opera Tannhäuser – I was looking for variety. Inspired perhaps by jokes, stories, pictures, movies, interviews or personals columns, I wanted to try new sexual experiences. I googled terms like "sex" and "spanking," read erotic stories, and watched porn movies and spanking movies. I must say that I like porn movies and find them inspiring, even hypnotizing. Staring at a cock ramming in and out of a mouth, a pussy or an asshole induces a hypnotic trance. In this state, my mind is open and receptive to suggestions. Especially to the suggestions of the female actor that is moaning and screaming how horny it is to behave and to be treated like a whore. After a few minutes I feel like putting on my slutty black nylon stockings and being used like the female actor in the video: I want to kneel down and suck dick or I want to present my ass either for rough fucking or even a hard spanking. I was especially fascinated by the statement of a spanking model: "I love getting spanked. I like pain. I like the endorphin rush I get after experiencing pain. I like being submissive, but I think most of all my love for spanking is that I simply like having my bum played with." I fantasized about getting the endorphin rush and playing a submissive role; I wanted to be dominated, spanked, whipped and caned. I thought about how to convince David to satisfy my submissive cravings. Should I choose a direct strategy and tell him: "Darling, I've always been fascinated with the idea of being spanked. Would you like to give my little hiney a nice hard spanking? Come on. I have been a bad girl. I smoked." Or should I just just tell him that I have been a naughty girl and that I need a spanking right now? Maybe I could inspire him with ordinary household items like a cooking spoon or a belt: "Mmmm. Nice cooking spoon (or belt). I wonder how it would feel on my butt. Come on, I feel like taking a paddling." Maybe I could watch a spanking movie with him and tell him that spanking movies are inspiring, even hypnotizing to me. But would David feel like giving me a hard spanking for his pleasure? Is he a dominant and sadistic character anyway? I could read aloud to David some S&M personals advertisements like "Dominant man is looking for a submissive woman to spank her butt," and ask him if he also likes spanking submissive women. But I was too shy to talk with David about my fantasies. Furthermore, I didn't want to be spanked by somebody who isn't a little bit sadistic and enjoys hurting me. I decided to answer an S&M ad. (See Anja: Part II) Anja’s Wild Years Ch. 02 Part II: Anja Experiments with S&M Although I wondered if spanking is better in fantasy than in reality, I decided to answer a personals advertisement. Aroused, I googled terms like "S&M Personals" and found an appealing ad: Dominant couple is looking for a chubby submissive girl

We are dominant couple looking for a submissive female to abuse and have adult fun with. If you are a bisexual submissive female, get in touch and maybe we could discuss what we could do. We are full of ideas and maybe you have a few, so that we could have a fun and very kinky night. Hope to hear from you soon! Kinky_Pair Mmmm. That sounds interesting, I thought to myself, and answered: Hello, I read your advertisement online and felt drawn to it. My name is Anja. I am a 25-year-old chubby woman. Sexually, I am rather submissive. I am fascinated by the idea of being dominated by an older couple. In addition, I am interested in role playing. Playing a role helps me loosen my sexual inhibitions. For example, I like to dress up like a prostitute and wear long glossy black nylon stockings and pumps. Putting on and wearing nylon stockings make me feel like an anal slut. One cannot dress like a slut and not behave like one.

 One of my sexual fantasies is to put on a slutty outfit and play the role of a submissive cum drinking anal slut. Obediently, I will present my bare bottom for a spanking or kneel down to suck your dick. You can fuck my holes and cum in my mouth. Thereafter you can ...

 Kind regards and hoping to meet you soon.

 Yours, Anja
 p.s. Anal, but only with lube. My e-mail was successful. The next weekend I met Peter and Betty Brown at a bus station. We were alone. Peter grinned as he saw me, "Hello. You are Anja, aren't you?" "Yes, I am." I answered nervously. Peter looked to his wife, "Nice, isn't she? May I introduce you? This is my wife Betty." Betty grinned, "Pleased to meet you. How are you?"

 "Fine, thanks. A little bit nervous. And you?" I answered. We went for a walk and had some small talk: "How old are you? ..." Suddenly Betty said, "We are actually quite close to our place. Would you like to come up for some coffee or a glass of wine?" I answered. "Why not, with pleasure."

 We went to a brick house and Peter opened the door, "So, please come in." I said thank you and Peter led me into the house and asked if he could take my coat, "May I take your coat?" "Or anything else?" Betty interjected with a wicked grin. I laughed and gave my coat to Peter, "That's very kind of you, thank you." Nervously, I thought about the ambiguous remark "or anything else." Should I take off more? Does Betty want me to get undressed already? While I was still thinking about the ambiguous remark, we went to the living room and Peter pointed to the couch, "Have a seat, please. What would you like to drink? I have coffee and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon." I chose the wine, "Mmm, wine sounds good. I'll have a glass of cabernet sauvignon, please." Peter grinned, "Excellent choice." He brought three wine glasses and filled each. Betty took her glass and toasted, "Cheers. Here's to our quite interesting guest." We took a sip and Betty remarked, "Nice, the finish is long and lingering with soft tannins and flavors of dried peaches and prunes." Betty looked at me and asked, "Do you like prunes?" I answered, "yes, of course," and took another sip to hide my nervousness. How should I behave? Should I say, that I especially like sperm flavored prunes? Or is this too direct? But then I don't know whether I like sperm flavored prunes or not. "Can I pour you some more wine?" Peter asked and I nodded, "Thank you."

 Round 1:

 Peter took a printout of my e-mail, "Well, you wrote that you are rather submissive sexually and that you like to be dominated." Nervously, I nodded. Peter grinned, "Nice. Ok. Then be a good submissive girl and get undressed to your panties." Shyly, I obeyed and took off my pullover, my shoes, my bra. It was an arousing feeling to undress before two strangers, especially when they are sitting fully dressed on the couch in front of me. After taking off my stockings, Betty ordered, "Come here and stand up straight, hands behind your back." I obeyed and Betty slowly pulled down my panties and grinned wolfishly, "Mmm, mmmmm." I felt humiliated and aroused. Peter handed me my e-mail and said, "Would you be so kind as to go to the middle of the room and read your letter aloud, please." Nervously I took the e-mail and went to the center of the room. I stood there naked and began to read; I felt so humiliated and aroused. Peter interrupted, "So, a slutty outfit helps you loosen your sexual inhibitions? Have you brought along any nice garments?" I answered that I had taken off the stockings. Betty got up, took my stockings and garter belt from the floor and grinned, "Ok. Then put them on, please." I obeyed and put on my black stockings. Betty walked around me and inspected me. "Mmmm," she said, "Come with me, darling. I'll dress you up like a real slut." Dressed in my nylon stockings I followed Betty to the bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and gave me a cheap-looking pearl necklace and a glossy apron, "Here, put these on. Being dressed up like a slut makes it easier for you to behave like one." I complied and dressed up like a cheap whore. Betty looked at me and grinned, "Mmm, mmm. How do you feel?" I felt humiliated but said, "Like a slut." Betty ginned, "Nice. Are you ready to behave like one?" I bravely answered, "Yes, I am." Betty touched my shoulder and grinned, "Are you ready to take a hard spanking?" I said that I was. "Good girl," Betty said. "Then go back to the living room and ask Mr. Brown to give you a hard spanking."

 I obeyed, went back to the living room and asked Mr. Brown, "How do you like my slutty outfit? Would you like to give me a hard spanking?" Peter smiled, "Mmmm, mmm. Fine. Then come here and lay across my lap. Over my lap, honey," he said patting his legs. Submissively I obeyed and laid myself down on Peter's lap. I felt nervous and excited. After caressing my bare bottom for a while Peter spanked me with his hand. Smack – smack – smack. It felt quite good and it didn't hurt – in the beginning. After a while, my bum seems to have become more sensitive. Betty moved close to my head, caressing my hair and comforting me, "Yes. Be a good girl. Take your spanking. You like it, don't you? Come on, Peter. Spank her harder." Smack – smack – smack. After a while I had to get up again. Peter opened his trousers and pulled out his semi-hard cock. The tip of his glans looked shiny and swollen as it emerged from his foreskin. I had to kneel down before him and suck him. Betty watched me and commented, "Yes, be a good slut." After sucking Peter's cock for a while Betty leaned back, spread her legs, lifted her skirt and asked, "Would you like to give me oral pleasure, too? Would you like to lick my pussy?" I played my slutty role perfectly and laughed excitedly: "Mmm, mmm. Yes, of course. I like prunes." Aroused, I knelt between Betty's legs and kissed her pussy. She had a clean shaved mature pussy. Her big wrinkled labia looked like two prunes lying beside her rosy red clit. Peter got up and knelt behind me. He rubbed the tip of his penis against my wet pussy. I moaned as he slid into me. After fucking me for some minutes, Peter pressed the tip of his penis against my asshole, "Relax, Anja," he said. "Press against it like you are taking a shit. It makes it easier." Betty added, "Just relax and push against it like when you defecate. It loosens the sphincter quite effectively."
Submissively, I obeyed. While Betty consoled me, Peter pushed his cock in my ass. It hurt and I grimaced. Betty pressed my head into her lap and Peter fucked my ass from behind while I continued sucking his wife's pussy. After a while, Peter pulled out and slapped my buttocks, commanding, "Turn around. Lay on your back." I obeyed and laid back on the couch. My head rested on Betty's lap. While Betty gently caressed my hair and my breasts, Peter put my legs to my ears and pushed into my ass with quick hard thrusts that made me shiver with pleasure.

 Then he pulled his cock out of my ass and pressed it against my mouth. I felt disgusted and held my lips closed. Betty caressed me, "Come on. Be a good girl and take it in your mouth." Submissively, I obeyed and sucked his cock. It was just disgusting. Finally he came in my mouth. Although I don't like swallowing sperm, I was glad; the taste of semen was better and less disgusting. "Good girl," Betty commended as I swallowed and she reached for a glass of wine and toasted, "This is to Anja, our submissive anal cum slut." Round 2 - With implement

 Exhausted, I sat on the couch and tried to remove the disgusting taste of shit and sperm from my mouth. Betty caressed my naked pussy and smiled at Peter, "Our little girlfriend is still wet. I think she now wants to enjoy some nice implements, doesn't she?" Betty looked at me, "She wants to be paddled, whipped and caned, doesn't she?" I was frightened and nervous but continued playing my slut role, "Mmmm, yes, why not." Betty grinned, "Fine. Then be a good girl, choose a nice implement from the table and ask Mr. Brown to give you a nice hard thrashing." On the table were a wooden spoon, a belt and a ping pong paddle. I took the wooden spoon, held it out to Peter and asked him, "Mr. Brown. Would you be so kind as to use this implement on my bum?"

 Peter grinned, "Good girl. Then would you be so kind as to stand up straight and put your hands behind your back." Betty repeated the words more sternly, "Stand up straight. Hands behind your back." Nervously, I took my position. Peter stood next to me and caressed my bum with the wooden spoon. With his other hand he squeezed my nipples and fingered my pussy. I kept my position and waited for the first stroke. Smack. "Ahhhh," I cried out as I took the stroke. It hurt immensely. But Betty comforted me and I kept submissively presenting my bum for punishment. Peter grinned; he seemed to be a little bit sadistic. "Do you want to feel this nice belt?" Betty asked after a while, showing me the black leather belt. Afraid but curious, I nodded. Peter took the belt and commanded, "Bend down." I obeyed. Smack – smack – smack. It hurt a lot. "Ahhhh," I screamed and got up. But Betty commanded, "Keep your position, little girl." Comforting me, she caressed my bum, "Poor girl, a spanking with a belt should be indulged and enjoyed lying flat on the bed." Peter took two pillows from the head of the couch, piled them together in the middle and looked at me, "Now, be so kind and lay face down with your hips over the pillows. Get your bottom up for me." I took my ordered position. Betty sat next to me and caressed me. Peter raised the belt to shoulder level and brought it down hard across my red welted bottom. I cried out as I took the stroke. Betty comforted me and kept me in position: Smack – aaaah, smack – aaaah, smack – aaaah. 

After a while Peter ordered me to turn over, lie on my back and lift my legs. I obeyed and Betty grabbed my ankles. My vulva and asshole were now totally exposed. Peter caressed both with the belt before he quickly brought it down hard across my red welted bottom: Smack – aaaah, smack – aaaah, smack – aaaah. 

Betty began to rub my pussy, "It seems somebody's pussy has gotten all wet." While Peter continued whipping my bum, Betty got up, took a bag and removed a silicone dildo, condom, dildo harness and tube of lube. She put the condom on the dildo, put the dildo through the hole in the harness and strapped the harness on. She gently lubed my tight asshole and my well thrashed bum. It felt nice and cool. Then I had to get up. Her artificial cock looked so inviting. Instinctively, I knelt down and sucked for a bit before I presented my butt. She plowed me good and long until both holes were sore. After quite some time, Betty pulled out, slapped my bum and said exhaustedly, "Wow, that was horny. How did you like it?" 
 Relieved, I answered, "I would say it was an interesting experience." Betty grinned, "Did you actually climax during our little BDSM game?" 
"Mmm, not really," I said, confused. "Maybe, I was too nervous." "Oh, what a pity," Betty said, pretending to be sad "Maybe next time. Would you repeat it again?" 
"Why not," I said, while my ass still burned like fire.

 Some final thoughts: I would say getting a hard spanking has been an interesting experience. But, like pussy eating, anal, cum swallowing or sucking a dick that has been in my ass, spanking had been much better in my fantasy. There I am not afraid of getting STDs.



 Special thanks to Erosite for editing this story.