Meeting carl
In the closet and very bored and horny. A local ad service seemed like a good idea. I met a guy once here, but nothing came of it. He ghosted me after I told him what I wanted. I'm a submissive at heart, I realized. I was always dreaming of being the one in a porn video being taken and used like a whore. Many were regular straight types of videos, where a woman was dressed in sexy lingerie and being topped by a big hairy rough bull of a man with a huge cock and a very dominant attitude. I was the woman, I dreamed. Soft, vulnerable, submissive, obedient and very willing to be the bottom bitch. That's me, I decided.
This guy is more of a romantic. He complimented me on my nice smile and sexy body when I sent him some pictures of me. He told me he might be willing to make me his sexy girl bitch. I was swept off my feet! How is a man like me such a submissive little snowflake? I don't know. I want to be a real man, but in my deepest desires, but I'm not.
He likes a schoolgirl fantasy. He likes a schoolgirl babysitter being accosted and fucked like a kidnapped victim. I said I would love to be a schoolgirl in a kidnapping scenario like in 'Taken'. Drag me from under the bed and take me screaming away. What can I do to make this all come to fruition?
He sent me a picture of a schoolgirl in a blouse and skirt. He told me that under the cute white blouse and a short plaid skirt and knee socks. Under that I would be wearing matching pink cotton bra and panties. He sent me copies of examples from shopping sites, including a pair of B cup rubber false breasts to place inside the bra cups. He also sent me examples of bondage gear to bring along. He certainly hadn't forgotten I mentioned I'd be ok being bound and gagged in the right situation. The cute pink bra and panties were $45. The fake boobs were $60. But, the white leather cuffs, collar, full leather hood with blindfolds and a ball gag were over $200. Finally, he sent me a link to purchase a large black rubber butt plug. A long fat one with 3 bulges along the shaft. I couldn't tell how large it really was from the pictures. I was getting nervous. Also, looking at the bondage gear the models were wearing in the shopping sites was bringing me into reality. This guy was going to do to me exactly what I'd asked for. But you know what they say. Be careful. What was I going to do?
I have a pretty good job, so I ordered from Amazon and received the stuff quickly. He told me he likes to work a bitch's tits real hard, sometimes 'tit fucking' them. Thus, the bra and fake boobs. He told me to be ready for that. Was this getting a bit too real?
I was immediately HARD when I opened the boxes, just thinking of him seeing me in all these things. I tried everything on and couldn't keep from jerking off. The leather cuffs and dog collar were tight, reminding me I could be a captive victim. The hood was heavy leather that strapped around my neck and buckled under my chin. I left the blindfold aside. It was tight around my face and head. Next was to try the nasty gag. I'd never used one before. I was nervous.
The rubber ball was difficult to get all the way into my mouth. It was squishy but very large, like a tennis ball. He wanted me to buy the extra big one. Once I finally popped it in, and buckled it tightly, I realized how helpless a person would be like this. No chance to beg for mercy or cry for help. I got harder.
I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. In the schoolgirl outfit, hooded, cuffed and collared, gagged and helpless. I was somehow transformed into a cock craving bottom slut. It was like magic!
I didn't use the butt plug. It looked much too big for a beginner like me. I squeezed the full bra cups and pinched my nipples real hard as I came. I made a loud, muffled "OH Fuck!" My gagged mouth was stuffed so full I couldn't really make any discernable words, adding to the erotic experience of being gagged and helpless. I squirted all over the bathroom. It was the best orgasm I've ever had. How much more could there be with another person involved? Or with that nasty plug shoved up inside my virgin ass? I decided that I couldn't wait to find out.
I took some pics and a couple of me dressed, wearing all the cute clothes and bondage gear. I didn't show them to him. I wasn't sure if he would be ok with me starting early, without him. I did tell him I have everything. He told me where to meet him. We are getting together Friday afternoon. Was this was really going to happen?
I arrived at the hotel dressed in my usual cargo shorts and T-shirt. The clothes and gear were in my gym bag. He was in the bar, taller and more manly than in his pictures. Hairier too. I just stood there wondering if I should sit down. He glanced my way and gave me a look of disapproval. Before I could say a word he just asked, loudly, from 15 feet away, in front of several other patrons and the bartender: "Why aren't you dressed, bitch?"
A room key slid down the bar to me. "Be back here in 20 minutes, or it's trouble for you, bitch."
In the elevator was a full-length mirror. I looked at myself, wondering what the fuck I've gotten myself into. But, I could leave. I could stop right now and go home. No harm. No foul. He told me I can stop any time. But, when I reached the 7th floor and the doors opened, I just walked out and went down the hall anyway, opening the door to a nice 2 room suite. He had been there, leaving a few beers in a cooler and a bottle of Bourbon on the dresser. On the nightstand was a few bottles of ass lube and massage oils. I looked at myself again in the mirror. My cock was hard already. It was ready. Was I ready?
It took me a few minutes to finish dressing. I'd already worn it all, so I knew just what to put on first. I left the hood and the plug in the room, but I buckled on the collar and the wrist and ankle cuffs, like jewelry. The ride down the elevator was different than coming up. Same mirror, different guy. I'd slicked my short hair back and put on just a little bit of pink lipstick. He said he likes it like that.
Back in the bar he was sitting at a table with 2 other guys. They all glared at me. I did my best to blend into the walls, but it wasn't happening. The bartender blurted out: "Holy fucK! You weren't kidding."
I was invited to sit at the table. My guy, named Carl it turns out, introduced me to his 2 friends. Carl had his hand on my knee. The man on the other side of me followed suit and put his hand on my other knee. The man across from me took my hands and pulled them toward him. I leaned forward as he pulled me closer. I realized how dark the bar was now, and felt a little vulnerable. Then I felt the two men on each side of me slide their hands up my legs inside my thighs, squeezing. My legs spread. The man in front of me wrapped a nylon strap around my wrists, buckled it, binding them together. Carl took my hands and looked at the two men. "Guys, I'll be back in an hour or two, then you can have some time with the little bitch."
Carl stood me up and led out of the bar, down the hall, and back to the elevators. I kept my head down. I just let him pull me along. In the elevator all I could think of was the huge butt plug, lubes, and the bondage hood waiting for me. I was getting hard. Fuck!
Carl tit fucks me
True to his word, Carl didn't take much time with foreplay. He pushed me down on the bed with his hands grabbing me all over. With me pinned on my back, he began working himself up onto my chest, pulling his jeans off as he climbed on, straddling me. His hairy body and hard cock were immediately in my face. "I've only got a couple of hours today. Maybe you'll enjoy those two guys fucking you later. Maybe not. But for now, you're all mine, schoolgirl bitch."
My blouse was roughly ripped open, buttons popping off, landing everywhere. He aggressively grabbed the perky tits and started squeezing. He was squeezing so hard I could feel my chest and nipples being pinched. He adjusted himself with his cock falling between the pretty pink bra cups. "Squeeze my cock with those, schoolgirl bitch!" I obeyed.
Looking up at him, with in looking down at me, his rough hands on me, rocking back and forth, I was in some sort of a daze. I pressed as hard as I could wrapping my hands and the rubber boobs around his hard, pulsing shaft. I loved the feeling of my tits. I loved using them to get a cock hard and ready to explode. Is this where I belong? Well, I'm here now. Make the best of it, I told myself. He was about to burst. I felt just like a helpless slut being used by a strange, horny man. I was hard and my cock was screaming to be set free from the tight cotton panties. Carl's breathing quickened. He was ready. I felt a long, wet stream of cum spray in my face. Suddenly my hands were wet and slippery. I heard a loud "Oh fuck! Yes!"
My mouth had been open. Breathing heavily. I got my first taste of man cum that afternoon. I loved it. Carl laid with me for an hour. He told me he would enjoy doing this more often. I just nodded, embarrassed of how I'd filled my pink panties with my own cum when he was tit fucking me. He said we will use the other bondage gear another time. I nodded. Before I knew it, he was gone. I took a shower and drank one of the beers. Just when I thought things had wound down, there was a knock on the door.
Round 2 and 3
Coming later
Billy
