This is a story of fiction, with maybe some non-fiction aswell. All stories are of consenting adults, Abuse, and ANY acts on a minor are reprehensible, and in no way implied or condoned in these stories......
These are stories of first person encounters, in different settings, with different men. The scenarios had been agreed upon and arranged in advance, with appropriate safety precautions....
First person Encounters diary, #1
I am nervous but excited as I walk up to your door. Before I can loose my nerve, I knock. I'm dressed as you told me to- loose dress shirt, no socks, dockers pants, and tight pink "panties" underneath. You open the hotel room door wearing a robe, and usher me in. You offer me a beer, and hand it to me as you lay back casually on the bed. It looked like you were wearing some sort of undies, but it was hard to tell. It also added to the intensity. After I had opened and drank from my beer, you told me to strip. You complemented me on the way, saying how you thought it was good I had followed your instructions. You said it would make it easier for me to take the rest! You stopped me when I got to the panties. You told me to slowly turn around, and when I had my back to you, you told me to bend over. I rubbed my hand over my ass, and slid my fingers into the band in case you wanted me to pull them down. That was when the first slap happened. In a flash, you were standing next to me, and you slapped my panty clad ass several times, hard. You told me to do ONLY what you tell me to do. You slapped me until I had to yell yes sir, then pulled me upright, getting me into a standing spooning position.
You started to slap me, and any time I tried to resist, you slapped me harder, and more. You pinched, squeezed and twisted my nipples, even after I begged you to stop. You yanked my panties down to my knees, grabbed my hard cock, and began to roughly yank on it. I told you that you were hurting me, and you laughed. "It's supposed to hurt" you told me, "besides, I don't really care about getting you off... by your cock anyway." You shifted your focus to my ass. You didn't use much lube, and your first two fingers hurt like hell when you started to assault my ass. You told me to stop squirming, to be a good bitch. I kept saying it hurt, but you told me you didn't care. In fact, you told me that the only sound coming out of my mouth had better be only grunts and groans. From now on, you say a word, you get slapped. I wanted to protest, but it seemed hopeless. I began to relent to my predicament, and try to make the most of it.
You seemed to notice the change, and encouraged me, telling me to just give in, take it like a good bitch, try to be a good bitch- you kept saying things like, you like it, or, you'll learn to love it, just relax. I had little choice but to relax as you intensified your attack on my ass. You now had three fingers, working their way in and out of me. Your other hand was utilized for spankings, positioning me, yanking me around, pulling my hair. I was whimpering by now, moaning and groaning, I started to go with the flow, and the more I did, the more awesome sensations felt. Your fingers, I can't be sure, but it seemed like you hand every finger but your thumb slamming in and out of my ass. That was when you shoved me over to the bed, bending at the waist with my face down into the mattress, and my ass up in the air for the taking.
You got behind me, again telling me to be a good bitch. You yanked my panties down again (you had pulled them up before pushing me on the bed.) This time, instead of fingers, You quickly put on a condom, and put the tip of your dick against my asshole. For some reason, you decide to be gentle for the first time. You slowly eased your big cock into my ass, letting me adjust as you went. When you got all the way in, you stopped for a minute, moved around inside me slowly, helping me get ready for the impending invasion. Then you got rough again, yanking me back by the hair, but telling me to keep facing forward- you slapped me in the face a couple times just to make sure I understood. It soon didn't matter to me. Your cock was all I could handle, all I could feel, all I could think about. Your cock was ramming in and out, back and forth inside of me, sometimes you slapped my face, sometimes my ass. You pinched and twisted on my nips, and you called me all kinds of nasty things. You seemed to prefer bitch, whore and slut the most. I was seeing stars as you soon told me to hold still bitch, you wanted to come. I felt all of you tighten up, and you yelled at me even louder, your slaps even harder. You came in a fury, and I could do nothing but take it. When you were done with me for the minute, you got up off me, and told me to pull my panties up. I did as I was told, and joined you on the couch in the room for a smoke and a beer. I definitely needed both. You ran your hands all over around my body, sliding your fingers down into my panties once in a while. You twisted my nipples again, only softer this time- which was good, 'cause I was getting worried they were wearing out. I've never had my tits played with this much, I liked it, I think, but it did hurt sometimes. We alternated dinking beer and kissing. You took charge of that too- you would grab me by the back of the head and bring my mouth to yours, forcing mine open, sometimes it felt like you were fucking me with your tongue. You told me you were getting hard again, and that my ass better get ready.
You pulled me up to the standing position by my hair. You shoved me ove the couch face down, and yanked my panties back off. You pushed my legs apart, shoved a bit of lube into me, and then I heard you put on a condom. This time, you weren't gentle. You slammed into me like I was your personal fuck toy. You shifted me, shove me, yanked me and pulled me into whatever position you wanted. You finished off in my by pile driving me- head pushed into my chest, back pushed up against the bed, ass up, legs spread and shoved out as much as possible. It felt like I was more exposed than I ever had in my life. You took advantage of it too- calling me a good little bitch- telling me how you liked to rape me, how I was a good little fuck toy, plus the usual slut, whore, faggot. Again, all I could do was relax as much as possible, and take as much as I could. The pile driving must have put you over the top- and me too. It was the first time I remember cumming from getting fucked. I think it was the total helplessness, but I didn't care- it was the best orgasm of my life so far. You let me shower after, and you watched as I dressed. I kept our arrangement- show up, do what I was told, fuck like a bitch, then when you were done with me, leave. No drama etc. This was the first of many such adventures. I would meet guys online, and get them to tell me exactly what they wanted. I would agree to provide it, then leave.
More stories to follow, lemme know what you think....