1 comments/ 28885 views/ 5 favorites First Dom By: GlioAmarvi It was late one Friday night when she made that two hour drive out to the isolated country town. She was alone and trying hard not to think about what she was about to do or what many possibilities awaited her arrival. This was so out of character for her, so cheap, and so dangerous, but she wanted to see what this lifestyle was really like, first hand. She’d read about it, talked about it, but never experienced it. She didn't really know this man. When she considered that she could be injured, even killed, or kidnapped, shared with men not of her own choosing, or even women, forced to perform acts against her will, her stomach would quiver and she would almost turn back. Almost...but she argued with herself in her own mind. “Oh, how likely is that, really? This is the only way you’ll know if you want this and chances are it will be fun or at least tolerable. You love to please a man and this is just another way to do that.” “So the sex might be no good. You’ve made yourself go through horrible sex before, with that son of a bitch you once called husband, and you made it. How bad could it be, after being fucked the exact same way, with the exact same script, almost every single fucking monotonous night for eight long, insufferable years? At least your pussy will be wet for this! Hell, it already is. You are ready for this. You have to know.” “If you didn’t want this, you’d have gone back home by now.” This was her last thought as she emerged from her conservative, reliable four-door in the parking lot of a nameless dive-it could’ve been anywhere-intent upon meeting her first true Dominant. Her Dom. A Master. A man who wished to have full control over her body, mind, and sexuality for an indeterminate period of time. A thrill shot up her back at the thought as she straightened her clothes and touched up her make-up in the reflection of the car’s window. Her challenge tonight would be to please him, to quickly learn and obey his rules. This, having no way of knowing anything about what they might be. She knew already that she was expected to call him Daddy. He bestowed upon her the name of Princess. He wanted her. It was enough for her. It was so very little. She did not care. She entered and looked around a hazy, poorly lit bar, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the scene. Immediately, her Master spotted her and haled her to him. He had already ordered her drink. It was one of her favorite red wines. She’d completely forgotten he had asked what she liked during one of their talks preparing for this meeting. He made a little small talk with her and waited for the wine to have it’s desired effect, letting her relax with him and chat blithely, as if they were two old friends just reunited. When she mentioned needing to visit the powder room, he gave her detailed directions and watched her as she went. She realized she had not eaten that night-nerves, she supposed-and her stomach began to growl. Daddy heard this, as she returned to him. He immediately said, “Let’s go, you need something to eat.” and they went. There was no question and he did not seek her opinion about where to go. She followed him in her car. Throughout the night, she learned not to say, “OK” to him. Always, it must be, “Yes, sir” or “Yes, Daddy”, if they were out of the earshot of others. She learned not to shake her head or look at him too long. She learned that she must speak up, clearly, and loudly. She was chastised for wearing a shirt that was too sexy in public. It was low-cut enough to frame her full, firm, well-shaped, D-cup breasts. When she leaned over just enough, she gave Daddy a very nice view of a voluptuous pair of tits. Hearing his displeasure, she straightened and he chastised her for that, too. He wanted her to be a bad girl. He wanted to tell her what a whore she was and he did. Every time he did, her desire to be good for and obedient to him grew stronger. Walking her to her car, he began kissing her and fondling her. Anyone could have seen them and known exactly what he was doing to her! She blushed furiously, but did not resist him. Her arousal took her by surprise. It seemed heightened by her humiliation. Her Master then asked her to get in her car. This was when she decided she would argue with him, saying it wasn’t fit to be seen. He then ordered her to open it. The look in his steely eyes sent a chill down her spine and she complied without further objection. He got in with her and she thought he might fuck her right there in the car. She felt excited by him and what he was doing to her...touching her everywhere at once, it seemed, grabbing her ass, flicking and toying with her erect nipples through her clothes, kissing her on the mouth, neck, wrists...anything he could kiss. She didn’t want to do it in the car-what if they were caught? What if she were arrested? The only other options were to leave, missing what she came for, or go with him to a hotel. She didn’t wholly trust him. When he parked to get the room, he walked back to her and said, “I expect you to wait right here for me. I’ll come back for you.” The way he ordered her was sexy...demanding, with ease and confidence. He really did fully expect her compliance in every little thing, and she had decided to yield to him. He gave her directions to the staircase leading to the room, but did not tell her which way to go when she reached the top, so she hesitated on the landing, waiting for his further instruction and said nothing. With patience in his voice, he almost whispered, “Turn to your left” and she knew she had passed another test by waiting for him to tell her where to go. She had been a good girl. She entered the room and walked until he said, “Stop there”. She was facing a small dresser, which came up to her knees. It was backed by a tall mirror, which ran the length of the wall. He did not turn on the light as she expected, but she soon felt him behind her as he slid on arm around her waist. In her ear now, his voice grew harsher and more insistent than before, “You’ve been a bad girl this week, haven’t you? What’s that? No?” “I-I mean, no, Sir.” “Then you lied to Daddy, princess. Have you forgotten what you told me earlier this week about that bad pussy wanting to get fucked? Daddy will have to punish you for that. Tell me now, what did you do that was bad? Tell Daddy about your dirty little slut pussy. Tell me what bad things you did this week with MY pussy, Princess.” “Oh, Daddy, I...” She felt his other hand against her back, working it’s way quickly upwards to push her forcefully forward, bending her at the waist. She rested on her hands, which were now spread out on the dresser. Once willingly in position, his hand moved to lift her skirt, exposing her full, smooth, round, ass...there was little hidden from his gaze by the thong she wore, which he pulled up higher, using it to separate those firm cheeks even more. Then he did it. This was what she wondered about. She felt a slight sting the first time he slapped her, but it felt strangely exciting to her. He had put his arm around her again, to hold her in place if she tried to move. He struck her three times, each a little harder than the last. With the third smack, she cried out and he knew she would speak more freely now. “Now tell Daddy what you did with his pussy!” “Oh, Daddy! I got your pussy wet all week (slap!), thinking about fucking a man I see every day (slap!-harder). I’m sorry, Daddy! I want to suck his cock (slap!) every time I see him...feel it between my tits (slap!-very hard! “You dirty fucking whore!” Tell Daddy what else you want from that mother-fucker!”). I’m so sorry, Daddy! I want to put my hands all over his body (“You slut!”-Hard slap!) and ride him until he screams my name and shoots his hot, sticky load deep inside me!” “Inside you, Princess? Or inside your Daddy’s cunt? That’s my pussy. I own it. (“Yes, Daddy”) But you’d give it away to anyone, wouldn’t you? (“Yes, Daddy!“) WOULDN’T YOU? (Hard Slap! “Oh, did that hurt you?”….“Yes, Daddy, a little.”) That‘s why I have to do this to you-teach you to give it when I say. You‘re a bad girl, aren‘t you? Tell me you‘re a bad girl.” “Yes, Daddy. I‘m a bad girl.” “Now, Baby, get on your knees and show Daddy how sorry you are. Make it up to Daddy, all the bad things you made your pussy do when he wasn’t there to help you control his hot little cunt.” She hadn’t seen him remove his clothes, but he was naked as he pulled her dress over her head, expertly unclasped her bra, and sat on the edge of the bed, pushing her urgently down to her knees as he went. His cock was rock-hard, having not even been touched. It was the longest rod she’d ever seen, hairless, and narrow. It was easy to suck. She explored it eagerly with her tongue and mouth, licking him from balls to head, in short bursts and long, taking the head into her mouth a giving it a quick, hard suck before returning to the shaft, taking his balls into that hot mouth and pulling them, too. She could feel the cum wanting release, but he restrained it. It happened again and again. That cock was throbbing with want. She then stopped teasing and took as much as she could of that hard, long, ready shaft into her mouth. She took that bastard far into her mouth-she could swallow and he could feel the muscles of her throat close around the head as she did. He was groaning, grinding, and pulling her hair, pushing her head down, guiding it up and down, up and down the length of his cock. It was so fucking smooth, the skin so taught and bright red with the strain of the erection itself and of withholding the geyser within. It felt good in her mouth. Without warning, he pulled her up and directed her to stand. Again, with heat and what sounded like controlled panic, he harshly whispered, “How do you like it, Princess?” “Hard, fast, and deep,” she whispered in response to him. He fairly threw her backwards, then, onto the bed. His strength in doing so surprised and thrilled her. He climbed and entered her all in what seemed like one motion, causing her to cry out at the sudden, deep penetration. He gave her exactly what she asked for…a good, hard, fast, penetrating fuck! She was so slick and he was so hard that the thrusting was like magic. There was no friction at all as he pounded her soft, full pussy. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him, which urged him on even more. Within seconds, she was crying out, “Oh, Michael! Oh, God, Daddy, YEEEESSSSSS!”, clutching at him, pulling him into her even deeper. Then she felt him stiffen all over, burying that dick farther inside her than anyone ever had before. He gave a slight cry, and, after holding it in her hard and deep until every drop of cum was inside her, he relaxed on her for a moment, his harsh breathing slowly growing normal, his heart rate still going strong. He kissed his redeemed Princess gently then, cooing to her that she had been a very good girl for him and that he forgives her for being such a slut-his slut. He insisted that she sleep on his chest. He stroked her hair until she rested, content and worn out. First Dom Dedicated to my sexy Sub * The light was subdued as I opened the door to the hotel room, and I knew he was already here. I was already late, but that didn't matter as we had plenty of time. The excitement for the evening ahead was already bubbling up inside me. We've been dating for 3 months now, and the relationship was blossoming nicely. He was almost the perfect man for me, kind, courteous and a real gentleman. In the way he speaks to me, the way he opened doors for me, and even in bed. Boy, was he attentive in bed! Our love life so far was magical. Each time we've been together, he's fulfilled me so completely, and together we've explored things I'd never imagined I'd do. The first few times we'd made love for hours, starting quite slowly with kisses, light touches, spending time just exploring each other's bodies. Then using our lips and our tongues to excite each other further. A number of times we'd explored rough sex, which I enjoyed so much. The tingle of pain as he'd pull my hair, or pin me to the bed whilst fucking me hard, would make me very wet. At times, we'd also played teasing games, with him bringing me to the brink before backing off, making me wait. The result of which were orgasms so intense I thought my body would erupt with pleasure. This was to be a special date, one we've be organising for three weeks. He's been away on business, and although we've spoken on the phone most evenings, I've still missed him greatly. And he's missed me too, so he's told me many times over the past twenty days. Tonight he's going to wine and dine me, take me out for a special dinner at a nice restaurant before spending a wonderful night in bed together. And after being apart, I'm so looking forward to being naked with him, holding him, feeling our bodies pressed together. I could feel my skin flush just thinking about it. I moved across to the dressing table, and set my overnight bag down. The room was strangely quiet. His small suitcase was on the stand, so he must be in the bathroom. I checked myself in the mirror, and I couldn't help a grin spread across my face in anticipation of the night ahead. That's when the bathroom door opened. And there he stood. I couldn't help but bite my lip as he stood there. He was wearing nothing but a fairly tight black t-shirt, and quite tight boxers, both of which showed of his figure very nicely indeed. "Hi," I said. "You're late." "Yeah, sorry, I hit some traffic on the way over." He was looking quite serious, but even so I could tell he was checking me out, eyeing me up and down. Even though I planned to get changed before dinner, I'd made an effort to look good for him. I don't consider myself a beauty queen, but I think I have a good figure, and I do like to dress nicely. I'd chosen a pale blue strappy top, and a pair of skinny jeans which show off my figure quite well. It's simple and summery, and I can see he approves. "Well that's not good enough," he stated, very matter-of-factly. I was a little shocked in his strict manner. I didn't think I'd arrived that late. "If you want to avoid being punished, you're going to have to make it up to me." A thrill ran through my body at his statement. We'd talked about this a few times, especially after rough sex. I've often fantasised about being dominated, about my man being completely in control. I've even read a number of erotic stories on the subject, each time becoming thrilled at the thought of being at the mercy of someone else. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" "You'll find out soon enough. Sit on the bed." A little stunned, I turn and sit on the end of the bed, my hands on my lap. He walks over and stands in front of me, gazing down at me. His hand movs round to the back of my head, and he weaves his fingers into my hair. He then grabs my hair tight, pulling my head back, forcing me to look up at him. I gasp. He leans forward, his lips close to mine, lightly brushing. I pull forward to kiss him, and he pulls harder on my hair, pulling me back away from him. The tight hold on my hair and the gentle brush of his lips sends a thrill through me. I feel the tip of his tongue brush across my lips, and his strong grip on my hair stops me from kissing him hard. I am so turned on, a warm tingling spreading through me. I want him. He pulls back, standing up straight. I gaze up at him as he removes his t-shirt, revealing his toned chest. As I run my eyes over his gorgeous body, I can see he's excited beneath his boxers. He walks over to his case, reaches in for something before returning to me, a slight grin on his face. He's holding a tie, and I think I know what he has in mind. "Clasp your hands together. Put them in front of you." I obey without thinking, my mind whirling, but my body tingling. He passes the tie around my wrists and knots it, binding them together, then pushes me back down on the bed, my hands on the bed above my head. I feel my knees pushed apart as he kneels on the floor before me, his hands running up my legs and over my hips. He undoes the button on my jeans, then my zip, and I raise my hips so that he can pull them off. His hands run over my legs again, this time on bare skin, and the sensation sends a thrill through me. His fingertips gently run across my belly, pushing my top up, before teasing their way into the top of my knickers. I close my eyes, subconsciously biting my lip. As his hands play on my thighs, I feel tender kisses as his lips play up my leg, across my inner thigh and towards my already wet pussy. His nose brushes across me as he works his way higher, and I hear him inhale. "You smell wonderful." He whispers, and his lips kiss me through the material of my knickers. I gasp, and my hips writhe a little. "Keep still." He orders. His hands grab my knickers and pull them, quickly removing them, exposing myself to him. I hear his intake of breath as he sees how wet I am. I feel his lips on my inner thigh once more, and this time his tongue, the tip gently licking my inner thigh. The warm wetness of his tongue followed by the coldness of his breath makes me want to writhe beneath him once more. I want his tongue there, on me, in me. "I told you to keep still. Obey me and you will get your reward." I lift my head to look at him, and I can see how serious he is. My god, this is such a turn-on! His head lowers again, and I can feel his breath on my wet pussy, teasing me. It feels like an age before I feel the tip of his tongue brush against my clit. The thrill is sensational, and I move against him slightly, wanting him to press harder. Instead, his tongue moves down, circling my wetness, teasing me, almost inside me. Every move so gentle. Then pressure, the flat of his tongue pressing against me, hard. His tongue moves up, pressing firmly against me, rubbing hard over my clit sending a shockwave through me. I gasp involuntarily. I start to feel that warmth inside me, the throbbing that is the start of climax, as his tongue pushes hard, flicking my clit. He raises himself, and orders me further up the bed. I comply, using my feet to push myself towards the pillows. He climbs on top of me, straddling my stomach, and I can see how hard he is beneath his boxers, his erection straining against the material. He reaches above my head, grabbing the longer loose end of the tie, and knots it firmly to the headboard. "What are you going to do with me?" I ask. "I'm going to tease you. I want to have you begging me to cum." His statement makes me gasp once more. He pulls my top up further, revealing my breasts. He pauses, and gazes into my eyes before pulling it further, over my face, over my eyes. He leaves it there, half way up my arms, covering my eyes but leaving my mouth free. I feel his hands across my neck, and down my chest. He runs his fingers around the curve of my right breast, my breathing heavy from the excitement. He grabs me through my bra, squeezing, and the sensation is exquisite. He grabs me harder, gripping my breast firmly in his hand. He pulls my bra cups down, baring my now erect nipples, the material pushing my ample bosom up. There's a sudden pause, and I'm not quite sure what he's going to do next, or when. I feel a sudden sharp pain, as he grabs my nipple between finger and thumb, and pulls hard. My breath is taken from me in a whimpering scream, as he pulls and tweaks my hard nipple, stretching it, twisting it. In sudden contrast, I feel the warm wetness of his tongue against my other nipple, as his lips close over my left breast, his tongue toying in circles around it. I feel the tip of his tongue flicking, before he grips my nipple with his teeth and pulls. The pain sends another shockwave through me, seductively delicious. He climbs off, and moves away from the bed. I strain my hearing, trying to figure out what he's doing, but can't tell. A few seconds later he climbs back on to the bed next to me. His hand grabs my chin, pulling my face towards him, and at the same time forcing my mouth open. Then I understand what he was doing, as I feel the tip of his cock brush against my lips. My tongue instinctively licks him, running over the end of his cock. He quickly pulls back. "Put your tongue away. You can use it when I say you can." My breathing quickens. I'm so turned on by this, I am so wet, and I want him inside me so badly. I want him to fuck me, hard. I pull my tongue back into my mouth, opening it, eager to please him. "Good girl." He eases the tip of his cock into my mouth, my lips passing over the shape of him, and I hear him let out a moan. I suck ever so gently as he slowly pulls back out again, trying hard not to use my tongue. He pushes, this time a little faster, a little harder, and soon he's fucking my mouth hard, pushing his very stiff cock deeper into my mouth with every thrust, his hand now on the back of my head. He's gasping harder now, and I can feel him throb and twitch in my mouth, I can tell he's getting close. Suddenly, his cock is gone, my mouth empty, my breathing deep. I want him back, want him so badly. My pussy is so very wet now, and aching to be filled. Not being able to touch myself and not being touched down there is driving me crazy. "Good slave, you may now use your tongue." He turns my head back so that I'm facing the ceiling, and feel his cock sit against my lips. I start using my tongue, licking him, running it up and down his length, as far as I can reach in this position. I use the tip of my tongue to flick the sensitive spot underneath his head, making him twitch and bounce. His fingers squeeze my breast again, and he pulls my nipple hard, twisting it as he does so. I gasp as he stretches it, a delicious pain tingling through me. "Fuck me! Please!" I gasp, and I'm not sure how much more of this I can stand. Being so helpless, having him in complete control, is so amazingly arousing. I don't think I've ever been this turned on. I can't help but move my hips, trying to work some movement down there, sate my need for some kind of touch, some kind of release. As his hard cock twitches to the touch of my tongue, and his fingers stretch my nipples, I can feel the warm glow of orgasm start to build. He moves round, pushing my legs far apart, and he's now kneeling between my legs. "You've been a good slave. Now tell me what you want." I can feel the tip of his cock sitting against my pussy, just on the verge of entering me, and I want him in me. I want his cock inside me. "I want you to fuck me." He pulls back, and I whimper a little. I really want his cock inside me. "Address me properly." "I want you to fuck me, sir." I suddenly can't bear the thought that he might not. That he could choose to move away, tease me even more. But I give a sharp intake of breath as I feel the hard tip of his cock against my pussy once more. At first I think he's keeping it there, but then I feel it very slowly push inside me. The head of his cock pushes me wider, as he eases between my lips, his length becoming instantly wet with my juices. I can feel every part of him, the shape of him, as the whole head passes into me. My god, he is so hard. My breathing almost stops as inch by inch he slowly fills me, ever so slowly pushing deeper. And the feelings he's inducing in me are incredible. Just when I thought he was as deep inside me as he could get, he pushes hard, his body pushing hard against my clit, the tip of his cock pushing firmly against the deepest part of me. I can feel him throb inside me, and I know he's starting to get close. My whole body feels alive, every bit of my skin tingling. Just as slowly he pulls out, and again I can feel every contour sliding against my pussy walls. "Please, sir, please. Fuck me hard, I beg you!" And before I can finish the sentence, he drives his cock deep into me, pushing fast, making me scream the last word. He's kneeling upright between my legs, and I love the way he feels inside me. He's fucking me hard, pulling almost all the way out with each stroke before pushing hard and fast into me, and I can feel every inch, every time the tip of him slams deep into me, and every time the head of his cock pulls past my pussy lips. He moves faster. I can feel his balls slapping against me, and I can feel my orgasm building. I'm gasping and screaming, and I can feel my whole body tighten. "Cum for me." The words are soft, but they tip me over the edge, and the explosion inside of me is almost unbearable. My body wracks and writhes with the most intense orgasm I've ever had, and he pushes hard into me and holds, and I feel him release inside me, his climax almost as intense as mine. As the sensation fades, he lowers himself beside me, facing me, and pulls my top back down beneath my chin. The grin I see on his face must mirror my own, as he loosens the tie, freeing my arms. My fingers tingle as the blood flows back into them, and it feels good. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close, and his lips touch mine in a tender kiss. I close my arms around him, and we hold each other close. First Domination I had just gotten out of field hockey practice. Exhausted, I brushed my long, red tresses from my face as I walked to the shower, leaving a trail of clothes behind—cleats, shirt, shin guards, bra, and panties were strewn in order of their removal on the floor. I felt good after completing such a hard practice, and laid on the bathroom floor to stretch before showering. I felt good, yes, but somewhat restless. Spending so much time with girls made me crave male companionship, and my thoughts turned to sex, as they did so often. The opposite sex is my weakness. I like to think of myself as a goal-oriented, driven person who avoids having to depend on anyone else, but my tremendous sex drive has gotten in the way of my being totally self-reliant. I have failed tests, even gotten speeding tickets, because my thoughts were on being fucked. People who know me know this side of me to an extent. They do not know that I have an S&M fetish. Something about the thought of losing control, being powerless, is certain to soak my pussy. I have not told anyone this, mainly because it hasn't come up and I don't feel as though many would understand. I have hinted at it to my boyfriend in an effort to make him take the initiative with it, but he hasn't caught on. As I lay on the floor, stretching my calf over my head, my thoughts turned to sex. I opened a drawer and took out a dog-eared copy of a book with my all-time favorite S&M passage, flipped easily to the worn page, and slipped my hand down to my already dripping pussy. I suppose I was so involved in my fantasy that I failed to notice my boyfriend enter the room and stand over me as I nearly reached orgasm. "You never told me this type of stuff turned you on," he said. I cried out, surprised at his presence. "I tried to… hint it at you," I said. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I was intensely horny at the same time. I looked at him for a reaction. He had finished reading the passage over my shoulder, and I saw his pants bulging. "Do you want me to do these things to you?" he asked, in a commanding voice I had never heard from him before. "Y..yes," I stammered, still in shock. He told me to follow him into my bedroom, where he had my lay down on the bed. He stepped back and watched me for a few moments. I had never felt so… naked in all my life, but the effect was extremely erotic. He left the room and reappeared with several things, but I couldn't see what they were. He stepped towards the bed, ran his fingers lovingly through my hair, and tied a blindfold on me. I was already breathing huskily, making little moans. I felt him trace his hand down the angle of my jaw, across my neck, making me shiver, down my stomach, pausing to flick my belly ring, and as he moved lower, I couldn't help but rock my small hips up to meet him. He pulled his hand away. "You are mine, do you hear me?" he said. "You will not move or do anything unless I say you can." I heard him lick his lips. "If you do anything like that again, I'll punish you." "Yes…" I whispered. "Yes master," he corrected harshly, pinching my nipple for effect. Its mix of pain and pleasure sent shivers throughout my entire body. I almost wanted to defy him if this was the result. He continued moving his hand towards my pussy. "Spread your legs," he ordered, and I obeyed. A rush of cum accompanied his command, and I could sense he was pleased. I felt his finger trace along my pussy lips. He licked a finger and rubbed it lightly against my clit. The roughness of his hands against the sensitive mound was delicious. He kept going until it was nearly tortuous; I needed him inside me. "Please…fuck me," I begged. Almost immediately, I wished I hadn't said anything. His fingers stopped. "What did I say?" he said, angry. "Don't talk unless I tell you to." He flicked my clit hard with his nail, and I felt sorry I had ever spoken. The pain was unbelievable, but the sheets beneath me grew wetter. I felt him get off the bed. He then pulled my arms above my head and tied them to the bedpost with a length of rope, binding my spread legs to opposite ends of the bed. I felt completely helpless. "Now, who do you obey?" he asked. "You," I moaned, feeling his finger slip into my drenched, tight pussy. "And to whom do you belong?" he asked, pushing a second finger inside me. "…you," I answered. I needed him to fuck me. The feeling was animalian. He repositioned himself, and I heard a zipper. Then I felt the head of his cock push against my lips, a bit of pre-cum salty and inviting on my tongue. "Suck my cock," he growled. "And do the best job you ever did, or else you'll never have anything done to you tonight." Hearing him order me around like he did turned me on even more. With his fingers still in my pussy, not yet moving, I opened my mouth and felt his cock push insistently down my throat. I gasped for air as he pumped it in and out. I swirled my tongue around its head, licking and sucking the underside of it, taking all eight inches down my throat. The harder I sucked, the more his fingers moved inside of me. "You have to earn it," he said. I did a figure eight motion along the length of his cock with my tongue and felt his fingers begin to move slowly in and out of me. I moaned against his dick. He kept slamming it down my throat, over and over again, fucking me with his fingers, the tension growing until I felt I couldn't take it anymore. "What do you want?" he asked, breathing hard. "Fuck me! I need you to fuck me, please… I am begging you, I want to feel your cock inside me, master!" I groaned. He turned me over and pushed his cock against my dripping cunt, sliding it until it was just about inside, then pulling back. "You realize I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll regret begging me for it," he said. "Are you sure you still want it?" "Yes master!" I moaned. He drove into my from behind so hard that tears streamed down my face. I could not suppress the screams that escaped from my tightening throat, my hot pussy gushing more cum at the fact that I was being violated harder than ever before. He fucked me harder and harder, pushing his cock deeper every thrust. My tits bounced painfully with the force of his fucking. Then he suddenly stopped. He bit my neck, then asked, "do you want to cum?" "God yes," I managed to whisper. He took off the blindfold and looked into my wide, green eyes. I could see rivulets of sweat beading on his forehead, and his eyes glistened with a power I never knew he had. "Then tell me who I am," he said. "You're my master," I replied, my voice wavering as he drove his cock into my burning pussy. "Who are you going to cum for, slave?" he asked, fingering my clit as he rode me. "You, master," I stammered, and felt a burst of raw orgasm come over me, my muscles spasming over his cock. He shot a warm load of cum inside me, sinking his cock so deep that I gasped in pain. He pulled out of the hold of my pussy and held his cock in front of my mouth, telling me to suck my cum off it, and I ravenously swallowed the bittersweet mixture of both our fluids. That first experience changed my sex life forever. By day I continue to be in control of all the aspects of my life, but at night I submit and surrender to my deepest desires. First Double BJ It was sophomore year of college. I was taking calculus 2 at Cal Poly Pomona. I knew nobody in the class and I desperately needed a study buddy. I asked a few girls and got shot down. I then asked this boy who sat close to me. He agreed for later that night at his dorm room. I was extremely nervous for the test coming up. I got to his dorm room a couple minutes past 9pm. He opened the door, it was a two bed dorm room, looked like any other in the place. His roommate was also in the room studying. We introduced ourselves. His name was Patrick. He was looked mixed, possibly White and Hispanic, had light brown eyes, and solid brown hair. He dressed nice, a little too nice. I would guessed that he was most likely gay. The boy I was about to study with, who's name was Richard, was white, had blue eyes and blonde, short hair. We opened our books and got to business. After about an hour and half of studying and a couple beers we were getting tired. We decided to take a break and take a couple shots of whiskey. Being a drinker, I took four shots within a half an hour. Patrick, Richard and I were really getting into our conversations. Patrick told me that he was gay, but Richard said that he was not. I said I wasn't, having a girlfriend who I loved, but that I have fooled around with a couple guys in the past. The truth was a I sucked a couple dicks in my past, and it was some of the most exciting, pleasurable things I have ever done. I was obviously thinking of hooking up with Patrick. He was good looking and I couldn't stop wondering how his dick looked, how it tasted, how it felt in my mouth. We continued to take shots and drink beers. The conversations were flowing. Richard left to use the restroom and I thought to myself 'this is my chance to talk to Patrick'. I sat next to him on his bed while we were still talking. We were looking in each others eyes. We were talking about the craziest places we had ever hooked up. I admitted that I had never had sex in a dorm, but always wanted to (I stayed at an apartment off campus). My eyes had been strolling his body and undressing him. He was blushing and it got quite. I put my hand on his thigh and moved in for kiss. He pulled back slightly at first, we locked eyes for a quarter of a second, then he moved in towards me. His lips were soft, soft as a women. We kissed for what felt like 5 minutes but was more like 30 seconds. My hand was rubbing his leg, while we looked into each others eyes again. I moved back in a kissed his neck. He smelt good, like he just took a shower and pulled his clothes out the wash. I gently kissed and nibbled at his neck and went back for his lips. The kisses started gentle but moved quickly to biting lips and a lot of tongue. At that point Richard came back in. "Oh..." Richard said. Patrick and I were very embarrassed and blushing. He closed the door quickly behind him. "It's alright," Richard said. "I ain't trippin'". Richard sat down on his bed. He was obviously tipsy because his path from the door to the bed was about as straight as Patrick. "Umm...well...you guys can..um....continue..If you want...I don't mind." muttered Richard. Patrick and I looked at each other, looked at Richard, who was slightly smiling, looked back at each other, shrugged and we right back to where we were at. The idea of Richard watching us kind of turned me on. I pushed Patrick down on his bed and straddled him. I glanced over at Richard to see him looking at us intensely...I knew he wasn't completely straight. I look back at Patrick and dive back in. I could feel Patrick's dick getting hard under my ass as I grinded it on him. I sat up and pulled my shirt off and he instantly reached for my belt. He unbuckled it faster then I could have, and unbuttoned my pants. My dick was already hard and the outline could easily be seen though the jeans. He grabbed my boxers by the rim and pulled them down with my jeans and out shot my dick like a rocket. He couldn't take his eyes off it and immediately grabbed it and started rubbing it. I pulled his shirt up to his armpits. He let go of my dick to take his shirt over his head and I rubbed my dick on his smooth stomach. He threw his shirt at Richard who hasn't taken his eyes off of us. Patrick grabbed my dick again and continued rubbing it. His hands were soft, and knew exactly how to rub me. I scoot up onto his chest to put my dick in front of his face. He kisses and licks the tip gently. His tongue worked the underside of my dick head. With the movements of his tongue, my dick twitched. I pushed the head into his mouth and pulled it out quickly. His mouth was still open so I slapped my cock on it to make a popping noise. He moaned and as he was I pushed it back in his mouth. I humped his mouth softly, moving my dick around his mouth, while his tongue continued to work the bottom side of my dick. I pulled my dick out and got off his chest on the side of his bed. Patrick's eyes were fixated on my cock, still twitching with pleasure. I pulled my pants down to reveal my cleanly shaven balls hanging low. At this time I began to stare at his large bulge in his pants. I moved my cock back towards his face while standing on the side of the bed and start rubbing his bulge. He started jacking my cock and sucking and licking my balls. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His cut, 8 inch cock plopped out. It was clean shaven and his balls hung low like mine. I couldn't hold myself back and went straight down to put him in my mouth. I grabbed his cock, holding it up towards my mouth, I licked the precum that sat at the tip. The sweet flavor entered my watering mouth. I then leaned down and shoved his cock into my mouth. He completely filled my mouth even though I was only slightly past the head. I moaned loudly as he started licking the underside of my dick. I bobbed on his dick, pulling it out every once in a while to kiss and lick it. I pulled it out and ran my tongue completely over his balls. getting them nice and wet. He was moaning with my dick resting on his face. I spat on his cock and started rubbing it between my hand and his stomach as I licked and sucked his balls. I dropped to my knees at the side of his bed and pulled his legs around my head. I licked up and down the length of his dick about five times and then got back to bobbing on his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and stared humping my face gently. My cock twitched. My blood was flowing. The feeling of his hot, hard, smooth cock filling my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat was unbelievable. My mouth was watering like crazy, his balls were dripped with my spit. At that point I felt something rest on my shoulder. It was really warm and fleshy. I had completely forgot about Richard. I turned around and looked up to see Richard standing over me, holding his cock. He slapped me in the face with it. I moaned, I loved his hot, slightly hard cock slapping my cheek. I wanted him in my mouth too! I stuck my tongue out. He rubbed his cock over my wet tongue then shoved it in my mouth. He was slightly smaller then Patrick, but tasted just as amazing. He humped my face and pulled out. I turned to Patrick and put his dick bck in my mouth. I bobbed on his dick while jacking Richard, then switched it up. I did this a few times. I would look up at each of them as I sucked them. Patrick got down to his knees as I was sucking Richard. He got slightly below me and started licking on Richard's slightly hairy balls. Richard was moaning. I pulled out his cock t kiss the tip. Patrick moved up to kiss the other side of his dick. Richard's dick then slid into Patrick's mouth as I started licking the side and underside of Richard's dick. I moved to Richards balls and began engulfing them in my mouth while Patrick worked his cock like a porn star. We swithed off between the balls and dick for a while. I then pulled back to let Patrick enjoy Richard's cock on his own while I got up and took another shot. I laid on Patrick's bed with pillows under my head, propping it up, and signed for Richard to come over. He pulled his cock out of Patrick's mouth and straddled my chest and shoved his cock in my already open mouth. He started to hump my mouth when I felt a warm mouth over my dick. I could feel Patrick as he deep throated my whole cock. I moaned loudly as Richard pumped my face and Patrick worked my cock. I grabbed Richard's ass and pushed him in further. I could feel myself get close to cumming but I didn't want to yet. I pushed Patrick up off my cock and I guess he got the clue. He then got on the chair and started jacking off as he watched Richard use my face. I could feel Richard's cock getting larger in my mouth. He was humping harder and harder. Sometimes I would gag and pull it out to breath but he would just put it back in. He fucked my face for a few more minutes, then pulled out quickly started jacking it. I stuck my tongue out waiting for his hot load. I squeezed his ass and moaned as he started breathing louder and louder. He then pointed it straight at my face and made a grunt sound. A second later, his first spurt shot out with some power on my left cheek. The second shot hit my tongue and tooth. The next four quickly followed with perfect aim. He unloaded his last shots right on my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and felt his hot, salty cum settle at the back of my throat. as I squeezed the last of his cum out of his cock into my mouth. He then pulled his cock back and slapped it on my face, spreading the cum on my face. I moaned with pleasure. He got up off my and Patrick came over. He started kissing my with passion. His tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting the cum still in my mouth. He licked some of the cum off my chin and cheek, the stood up and said, "My turn." He stepped back from the bed and I followed like a puppy dog. I got straight to my knees and swallowed the amazing load in my mouth. It was thick going down but didn't phase me. I was too excited for my second load. I quickly started worshiping Patrick's cock with my mouth. I was licking and sucking it like it was my first time. I was really working the bottom of his head as I bobbed on his hard throbbing cock. He was moaning louder saying "Ya like that...uhh..ya, like that" I kept what I was doing, increasing my speed and intensity. When it happened. His cum started shooting into my mouth. I felt the first shot hit the back of my tongue and was followed by numerous shots after. I was so in bliss that I cannot remember how many. The cum was dripping form the sides of my mouth as I continued to suck his cock. I pull it out to swallow. I couldn't swallow it all at once, but was able to do it in two. I immediately put his cock back in my mouth until it began to soften. Patrick then pulled e to my feet and we kissed for a few minute. He then dropped to his knees. I deep throated my whole cock and I held his head on it. I started pumping his face with my cock fully in his throat. He forced his head back to breath then put it right back in. After a couple times he started jerking my cock with both hand. They were like magic and I felt as if I was about to cum. "I'm bout to..I'm bout to!" I moaned, He sped up and opened his mouth. "Ugghhhhh!" I came huge. The first couple shots completely covered his face and then he puts my cock in his mouth. He sucked me completely dry. He pulled my cock out and kissed my balls. I sat down and put my pants on. Richard gave me a towel to clean up, and then I put my shirt on. We said our goodbye, and I gave Patrick one last kiss. As I left I thought 'Fuck, I need to study more often'