This story is more recent than most of the others I have posted. I was 28 and working and living in London. It’s roughly a year before I met my husband and at the tail end of my wild days. It’s also quite different to anything I have posted before, so I hope you like it.

I was sitting in my office, having just come out of a meeting with a difficult and demanding client that I couldn’t stand. Those meeting always put me in bad humour. As I looked out at the misty streetscape my phone pinged and vibrated on the table.

It was a message from Jonathan. He had sent me a screenshot of his clear STI screen and a caption ‘Green light?’ which made me laugh. We had been sleeping together the past three weekends and he had been begging to fuck me raw since our first night. I told him it wasn’t happening without an STI test. I already had mine and I was on the pill so I text him back ‘Green Light’, to let him know we are good to go raw next time we met. I must say this excited me as much as it clearly excited him. I hated using condoms and was now really looking forward to seeing him.

‘What about the other thing we discussed?’ he text.

“Let me think about that more’ I text back.

Jonathon was around 30 and owned a gym where I was a member. He coached some of my classes. He was a fitness fanatic and had an incredible physique. He wasn’t over the top muscly but he was 6ft and extremely strong and fit looking. He was also really handsome, dark hair and movie star looks.

We had a great rapport and I really enjoyed and looked forward to the classes, which he always made fun.

I didn’t think of him as anything other than a friendly coach until we chatted and exchanged numbers at the gym Xmas drinks get together in December. I really enjoyed chatting with him and he was texting me for a week or so before we met alone and ended up sleeping together after spending a night drinking.

The thing about him was that the sex was a bit different. This man had kinks. He liked it rough. I was a bit taken aback the first night we spent together as he slapped my ass hard, pulled my hair, fucked really hard and and was very dominant. These are things I wasn’t used to. I wasn’t sure what to think initially but he never actually hurt me and it was intriguing in a way. Being with him was fun and different to other men I had been with previously.

The previous weekend after we fucked he had asked me if I would be comfortable taking things a little further, going a little rougher, some degradation and maybe role play. I didn’t say no and told him I’d have to think about it. I must admit he had stoked my curiosity. I had never done anything like that before and I didn’t think he would hurt me. I thought what harm could it do so I text him to tell him we were on for Friday night, but made it clear that physical pain or choking was off the table. He responded with a dancing with joy GIF to let me know how excited he was.

Friday came and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. We had exchanged several texts about what was going to happen and he asked if I’d be comfortable being completely submissive and letting him essentially take me as his sex slave for the evening. He called it free-use, I had never heard the term before but I googled it and agreed we could try it. ‘Jesus Christ’ I thought to myself, ‘what have I walked myself into’.

I arrived at his house early evening, stopping on the way to pick up a bottle of chilled wine. He had a takeaway meal delivered for both of us and it was all ready when I got there.

We ate over wine at his dining room table. His house was small but nicely decorated with expensive looking furniture in an open plan kitchen / living room.

We chatted and laughed, discussed the classes I was taking at the gym, my progress and goals etc and also spoke about his gorgeous Labrador dog who hardly left his side.

‘So are you still ok about what we are about to do? I want you to be 100% comfortable’ he said.

“I’m fine, just curious’”

He came over and kissed me and thanked me for agreeing to humour him.

‘You better not hurt me’ I said.

‘I won’t, and if it gets too much just say so, I can get carried away’.

With that he kissed my neck and put his hands on my tits inside my blouse before motioning to remove my clothes. I went with it, but I was surprised we weren’t going to the bedroom. We moved to the couch and continued to kiss while our clothes came off until we were both naked. He was lean with incredible muscle definition right throughout his body, and he was completely shaved downstairs which I love.

As I was sitting there he got up with his erect cock in full view and stood up on the couch with one foot on either side of me so that his crotch was right over my face. His cock was a good 7 inches, and was now directly in front of me where I sat. He put his hand on my cheek and pushed himself inside my mouth, pushing my head back against the couch. He started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth, gently at first, but there was a noticeable increase in tempo fairly quickly. His balls bounced off my chin with each thrust. I wrapped my lips and tongue around him and did my best to keep up but as he thrust more aggressively I started to gasp for breadth.

‘Take it you fucking slut!’ he said as he continued to ram himself into my mouth.

I was shocked. ‘What the fuck?’, I thought, but didn’t, (or couldn’t) say anything. I continued trying to keep up, frantically shifting in the seat, gagging and gasping for air as he kept fucking my face. He shifted one foot up on the cushion beside me and took a hold of my head.

“No hands” he roared as I reached up in an attempt to control and slow his thrusts. I could feel spit rolling down the side of my face as I put my hands back down by my sides.

“I’m going to cum right down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop and beg for more.”.

He continued making crude and demeaning comments while he fucked my face. I came very close to asking him to stop. It was deeply uncomfortable, but at the same time I didn’t want to quit this early. I wasn’t enjoying it but in a strange way I wanted to show him that I could take it.

Mercifully he came relatively quickly. He pushed himself inside my mouth and held the back of my head as his cock erupted. I was still gasping and I gagged and coughed after the first two squirts hit my throat. I pulled my head away to the side. His cum spluttered out of my mouth and down my chin, while the next shot hit the side of my face followed by another on my chest under my collar bone.

He got off the couch and wiped himself down as I tried to gather myself, before he handed me a towel to clean up.

“You were supposed to swallow it, you slut. How are you going to make it up to me?”

‘He can’t be fucking serious’ I thought to myself. I had been naively expecting an apology or at the very least a thank you for what I had just allowed him to do to me. I was still coughing and wiping his cum from my face and chest as I looked up at him. I knew we were in role play and I had agreed to do my best to play along but thought it was weird that he was taking it to this extreme.

I had decided earlier that day that I’d go along with what he wants unless it becomes unbearable, which at this point it hadn’t.

“Im sorry, I’ll do anything you want” I said.

“You’re going to eat my ass and then maybe I’ll forgive you”

He walked up to the couch beside me, sinking his knees into the seat with his legs spread, resting his forearms on the backrest, leaving his ass exposed and staring at me. I had rimmed guys before. I can’t say it was my favourite thing to do but honestly, this was pretty mild in comparison to getting face fucked with no break to catch my breadth.

His rear was incredibly broad and muscular, and his balls and cock hung below imposingly. I stood up and moved behind him, put my hands on his buttocks, got on my knees and parted his ass cheeks. I put my tongue in between and started with gentle strokes up and down.

“Fuck that’s nice” he said as I continued rimming him and started tongue-fucking his asshole. I reached under him and started to stroke his cock, and before long he was hard again.

“What a good little whore you are”.

The degrading comments were strangely a turn on. Nobody had ever spoken to me like that before. He was now rock hard after ten minutes of rimming and gentle edging.

All of a sudden he started to get up, signalling that we were finished. He stood up, facing towards me with his full erection right over my face.

“I forgive you for messing up my blowjob. Now I’m taking you upstairs and I’m going to fuck you in the ass like the whore you are.”

“I’m not sure about that” I said.

I had obviously done anal before and I actually like it but my concern was that it can be incredibly sore if the man is rough or doesn’t use enough lube. With the way he was acting I didn’t fully trust him not to hurt me.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be sure once I’m finished fucking and filling your ass. You agreed you’re my slave. Now get upstairs or are you tapping out?”.

If you would like to read Part 2 please let me know in the comments below.