You knew my style when we met. You had read my post history, and you'd told me you had a boyfriend and wanted to get him to dom you. We had chatted online about restraint, consent, rough play, verbal abuse.

You enjoyed me running my eyes over your body, but I am not a guy to be teased. I said I could dom you but you said no. You said you wanted it to be your boyfriend.

We popped back to yours to pick something up. I got handsy. You asked me to stop, that you loved your boyfriend, but you didn't push me off. When I pushed my hand between your legs you froze. You whimpered 'my boyfriend' as my finger pushed into you. You were dripping wet, I laughed as I pushed another finger in.

You wriggled, squirmed, but let me push my fingers in and out of you, occasionally stroking your clit. You didn't think it would stop there did you?

When I pulled my cock out, you said 'no' again. It's too big you said. I pulled you to the table by your hair, bent you over and kicked your legs apart. You didn't resist, just mumbled about your boyfriend. I could see your face in a mirror as I pushed into you. My size was written on your face.

You started the pleading again. On every stroke, you said 'no'. I grunted, felt your wetness, your tight pussy getting stretched out. At one point I stopped, and you wiggled, didn't you. You needed it now. I could see it written on your face. 'No' became 'yes' as your body betrayed your needs and you came hard on my cock.

I carried on, fucking your cum back into you, hard. You cried, whimpered, moaned, but you took it. When I said I was going to cum, that was your last chance to avoid being filled, but you just lay there, no fight in you, feeling me cum inside you.

I snoozed next to you, then leave. Your pussy aches. The size, the roughness. The only time it feels better is when you touch your clit. After a couple of days the soreness subsides.

6ft3, fit, good looking, silver fox seeks consent oriented play. Message me your age, dress size, bra size and name.