Dominated by Strangers, #1–3

 

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I was sick of the gentle, timid men I met on dating apps. I became determined: I would find a stranger who knew how to give it to me hard and rough. Who would hold me down and spread me open and use me up. Someone who would call me names and dominate me completely.

So what if it wouldn’t last a lifetime? All I needed was one night.

Or so I thought…

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“Fuck me harder,” I begged as the guy perched on top of me gingerly pushed his cock inside of me.

He picked up speed a little, but didn’t get any more aggressive with his pounding.

“Harder. Pound me. Make me your slut.” I wiggled my hips, trying to incite him to really get into it, to use my body hard and rough.

He leaned over, his body pressing into mine, but his cock kept doing the same thing it had been doing, pushing gently in and out of my wet pussy. I spread my legs wide, hoping he’d dive in deeper.

“Hold me down and fuck me,” I groaned. “Please.” I offered up my hands over my head, crossed at the wrist, to make it as easy as possible for him to push them into the bed.

Instead, he put one hand on my shoulder, applying the lightest of pressure. “Like this?” he asked tentatively.

I sighed. “I’m not going to break!” I told him. “Squeeze my tits.” I hated giving all these directions—I wanted to be the one getting directed, not the one doing the directing.

He moved his hand onto my breast and stroked it with an open palm. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

I tried not to roll my eyes in frustration. Some women would’ve loved hearing that. Not me. I wanted to be held down, tied up, forced to suck cock, then spread open and fucked hard.

And it was clear this man was not the one to do it.

I rolled him off of me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is working,” I said.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looked genuinely shocked.

“With the right woman, it would’ve been magical,” I assured him. “It’s just not what I need.”

We’d met online, and while he’d seemed nice enough in his profile, I had known the moment we’d met for dinner that he was too timid for me. You never could quite tell from someone’s profile what they’d be like in person, and I had just about had it with online dating.

After he left, I collapsed onto my bed and masturbated furiously. I imagined someone big and strong pinning me down to the bed, helpless, and fucking me with his thick cock. I’d try to move and he’d only tighten his grip, holding me in place, his knees pressing into my thighs to keep them open to him. He’d plunge into my waiting pussy like a man dying of thirst into a pool of water, rough and ragged like he just couldn’t wait a moment longer to devour me.

I pushed two fingers inside of myself, fucking myself roughly with my own hand, imagining him slapping my body, manhandling me, putting me into the positions he wanted without waiting for my approval. And then plunging into me, over and over, with his thick, meaty rod, until it exploded inside of me. And I’d explode right along with him.

“You’re such a dirty little slut,” he’d tell me. “You love it when I hold you down and fuck you, don’t you?”

And I’d nod and gasp out, still panting from the orgasm, “Yes. I love it. I’m your slut.”

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The Babysitter’s First Time, #3

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When I became a live-in babysitter, I never thought I’d end up here…spread open on the living room rug while my married boss takes control of my body for pay. I definitely never expected that his wife would catch us in the act.

But most of all, I never expected her reaction.

My most dangerous risk, my most intimate moment…led to my most intense, toe-curling, heart-pounding pleasure.

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I couldn’t get out of bed the next morning. I just lay there and thought about the previous afternoon, when Joel and I had had the house all to ourselves and he had taken my virginity in his own marital bed. I remembered the way he’d gotten me nice and wet, licking me and sucking my clit and making me beg for his cock, before finally pushing it inside of me, popping me open, and fucking me raw.

God, it had felt so good. So primal, animal. I’d felt like my entire body had been reduced to a gaping wet hole and two breasts, all for him. Now, lying in bed with only a thin wall separating my bedroom from where he probably still lay in bed with his wife, I reached a tentative hand down to my pussy. Wet again. I was insatiable these days. My pussy felt sore and stretched, but it made me smile in satisfaction. I no longer had the thin skin protecting my opening. Now I was truly open for business—from Joel, from my own hungry fingers, from the college guys I’d soon meet. It felt like a whole new world was opening up to me.

In the next room, I heard the low murmur of voices. Joel and Dana hadn’t had sex the night before, as they had so many of the other nights this past week that I’d been staying with them as their live-in babysitter. I knew because I’d heard them every time they had. Instead, last night, I had heard Dana’s giggles, then Joel’s voice telling her he was too tired, not in the mood.

Because of me, I knew.

Now, I heard her ask sleepily, “What time is it?”

“Nine o’clock,” came Joel’s lower tone. Hearing his voice made electricity shoot through my body, straight into my clit.

“I can’t believe Alice hasn’t come to wake us up yet,” Dana said.

“She’s off her game,” he agreed.

It was true: Joel and Dana’s four-year-old daughter was not good at patience, and almost every morning I’d been there she’d woken them up before their weekday alarms had at 6:45.

I was glad it was Sunday. Sundays meant my duties with Alice were light, a shared load with Joel and Dana, unlike on the weekdays while they were at work. Today I was free to spend most of the day daydreaming, remembering, wondering when I’d get Joel’s cock again.

A memory flashed onto my closed eyelids like watching a video: Joel, on top of me on his bed, his body pressing into mine, his cock positioned at the opening to my pussy. The moment when he’d popped me open. He’d hesitated, pushed, waited for me to confirm I wanted him to keep going, and then he’d pushed again and popped through, breaking my hymen and penetrating me in a single breathtaking moment….

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