She was 5’6”. Beautiful brown skin. Barely 105 pounds. But somehow still curvy with an ass that drove me wild. Imagine Rosario Dawson’s face with Janice Griffith’s body (but slightly curvier). 

I connected with Angela over Reddit. She was in her mid 20s, but had gotten married and had a kid super young. And she was craving something more. She wanted to be held down and fucked while begging me to stop. A fun little sexual kink called “consensual non-consent” (CNC). And, spoiler alert, it was indeed very fun.

I’ve posted on here before. I’m 6’ tall. Athletic. Good looking. Confident, charismatic, and charming. Just great at alliteration, and totally not biased about any of the foregoing. I grew up in a pretty religious environment, so I started out pretty vanilla in the bedroom. Doggstyle was an ADVENTURE. But if you’re dominant at heart, it tends to make itself known. Thanks to an extremely submissive ex-girlfriend, by the time I was in my 30s, I was an experienced dom. Respectful of boundaries, but also the kind of guy who was rough, sensual, and passionate as fuck. Aka, I’ll throw you into different positions, wrap my fist around your hair, growl into your ears that you’re a dirty fucking slut as you orgasm…but then afterwards gently wrap you in my arms and tell you what a good girl you’ve been.

Angela was married. Her husband was…not dominant. Pretty much the exact opposite of it all. And she had been dreaming about not just rough sex, but full-on CNC where I, consensually, would force myself onto her while aggressively telling her that she was my sexy little whore. It’s something I’ve done before, and I used to train in BJJ, so I knew I’d be able to easily hold her down and take ownership of her body.

But “consensual” is the first word in CNC. And I wanted to make sure she truly wanted the experience vs. the fantasy of the experience. As dominant as I am, my number one kink has always been my partner orgasming. I want my partners to have fun. It creates such an intense feedback loop–the more I know she enjoys something, the more I want to do it. And I already knew I wanted her.

We talked on the phone. Went over ground rules. She wanted it raw. For me to verbally degrade her. Slap her in the face (not hard). Force her to submit. All things that made my cock tingle with anticipation. But I needed to know her limits (protip: don’t play with a dom who doesn’t seem to care about that). She was unsure about anal. No cumming inside her. Didn’t want me to call her “dumb”. And, most of all, she didn’t want her husband to know about it. In fact, she was calling me during a late night run to the grocery. A store that happened to be near me…

“Wait there,” I ordered. “I’ll find you.”

I walked into the grocery store, scanning the aisles like the Terminator for this Latina hottie that had aroused all of my senses. She was in the produce section. Back to me, facing the fresh salad greens. Wearing black leggings. A halter top. Looking exactly like the photos she’d sent me.

I slid in behind her. My arm wrapping around her slim waist. Hard cock pressing up against her ass. I felt her stiffen with surprise before she just melted into my body.

“Hello, babygirl” I whispered in her ear.

“Hi Daddy,” she gasped before turning to me. And, when our eyes met, it was electric. 

But we were in a grocery store. And even though LA’s progressive, they ain’t about to ok fucking in the aisles. So instead of bending her over the potato bin, we shopped together. And talked. And realized we actually liked each other’s company almost as much as we liked each other’s bodies. She was smart, nerdy, and caring. Things that were as much a turn on as her tight body. We checked out and I helped her load up her car. But I wasn’t done with her.

We stepped into her car. My arm around her shoulders. And our lips immediately locked, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. My hand groping her tiny body. Marveling at her slim frame. I’m on the slimmer side (think rock climber), but even then her forearms were almost half the size of mine. And gods could she kiss, her thick lips absolutely perfect against mine. But I needed to do more than just make out with her. I needed to understand just how submissive she truly was.

My hand slid up to her neck. Grabbed her hair in a fist. Jerked her head back. Pierced her with my eyes.

“You’ve got beautiful lips,” I told her.

“You’ve got beautiful everything,” she said, stumbling over her words. Her cheeks growing red in embarrassment. It was adorable.

“Thanks, babygirl,” I told her. “But you’ve made Daddy’s cock painfully hard. I need you to take care of that.”

I shoved her head down to my crotch. Not rough, not yet. But firmly.

“Pull out my cock,” I ordered. She awkwardly worked my pants down with her small hands. Released my cock and just gazed at it. I’m not sure if she was summoning her courage or just savoring the sight, but I knew she wanted it rough. So I didn’t ask. I pushed her head down and jammed my cock into her mouth. Pushing her down until I felt her gagging, and only then did I let her come up for air. But I only let her have a quick breath before I forced her head down again, raising my hips as I fucked those thick lips, feeling them tracing every contour of my achingly hard dick as I thrusted. Harder. Faster. 

Bracing herself with a hand on my thigh, she took the face fucking with small moans. I looked down and realized her other hand was down her leggings, rubbing her clit with a raw fury.

“Fuck,” I mumbled. Feeling my balls tighten. Knowing that she needed this rough face fuck as much as I did. I started thrusting faster. Faster. Jackhammering her mouth until the pressure was too much. 

“Swallow,” I ordered. I placed my hand firmly against the back of her head and began releasing rope after rope of cum into her mouth. I cum extremely heavy, and I knew it was more than she was expecting. But I didn’t feel her pressing back against my hand. She stayed there, taking down all of my cum in a grocery store parking lot like the good little whore she was.

She finished up and I finally let her lift her head back up.

“Did I do good?” She breathlessly asked. A strand of cum was dripping down her lip. I brought my finger up to catch it. Moved it close to her lips. Without breaking eye contact, she wrapped those deliciously thick lips around my finger and swallowed down the last of my cum.

“Good girl,” I said with a smile. “We’re going to have fun.”

We had to call it a night then, but plans were made for round 2. And we both knew it needed to happen soon.