If you’d like some foreplay, please see Part 1 here:

https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1haf0ug/my_search_for_the_perfect_fucktoy_long/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

After receiving Melissa’s message requesting (demanding?) my presence, I wasted no time. Within minutes I had her address seared in my brain and my boots on my feet. It was a cold evening, but as we lived quite near each other (medium-sized college town) I decided to walk. Plus, it would give me a good fifteen minutes to center myself and strategize my plan of attack.

I really liked Melissa so far. And any other time I would be happy to simply bust in her door and begin devouring one another, but I know I would still be left with the same itch as always. Having said that, at least it would guarantee I would get laid. If I show up kinks-blazing, I could spoil the mood at best or end up with a restraining order at worst. But therein lies the tricky little paradox of my particular taste of the devil. Rarely do women who enjoy being dominated also enjoy sensitive, diplomatic talks right before the domination. Funny enough, kindness and empathy rarely make good foreplay to being used like a fleshlight. (To be clear, it is absolutely essential these moments happen at some point in the dynamic, but once dicks are hard and pussy’s are wet, neither party is super turned on by talking.) Similarly, if I have any hope of truly dominating this lovely girl, my confidence cannot waver for even a second. There can be absolutely no moments of, “Get on your fucking knees… I mean… If you want to…” The orders need to be calm yet firm, unpredictable yet inevitable. Each time Melissa is told to do something, she shouldn’t feel it’s just some guy bossing her around, it should feel as though it’s a law of nature. As undeniable as gravity.

As I approach the house, I see it’s the same type of set up that’s sprinkled all over campus and the surrounding boroughs. What was likely a large family home 50 years ago is now a 3-level apartment with the ground floor unit technically being half-underground as it’s built on a hill. Considering Melissa told me to use the door around back (a request I hope I receive again soon), I realized immediately that she lives in the subterranean unit. I smiled to myself. Where better to keep a slave than a basement?

Despite a few windows on either side of her door, I can’t see anything through the blinds aside from a low, warm glow. I take a moment. I inhale sharp, frigid air and turn it to smoke. I knock twice, blunt and deliberate with each impact. The door opens.

At once, my senses are overwhelmed. I am greeted by a rush of soothing warm air carrying with it the intoxicating smell of spice and want. Melissa stands before me wearing nothing but loose fitting boxers and a tight white tank top. Her arms are rough with goosebumps and her face is flushed. We can pretend it's from the cold. My feet remain planted in place as I take in the sight of her body, my inspection so overt she can probably feel it.

Her bare legs are porcelain pale and look as smooth as silk. She has beautiful full hips that taper unapologetically into a narrow waist that only accentuates the sheer weight of her audacious chest. The neckline of her tank top is higher than I would like in this moment, but the tight fit of the top leaves no doubt that her breasts are going to ruin my life. And then there’s her face. I’ve obviously already seen 6 different photo angles of it, but as is so often the case, her pictures simply don’t do her justice. She has wavy walnut hair that rests effortless on her strong shoulders and her eyes shift between hazel and green. Her mouth is small and mischievous with lips that plump right in the center and it pairs perfectly with her sharp elf-like nose that slopes slightly upward. It’s not until I’m seeing her in the flesh that I understand I’ve always been waiting for her.

After having visually violated every inch of her, I finally look her dead in the eyes as I enter her cozy little home. She has her bed tucked to the far corner of the room opposite her bachelor(ette)’s kitchen and a small loveseat immediately centered over an old area rug. The room is warm and sleepy and for a moment I feel the need to thank it for protecting this divine creature. I take a few slow paces into the space as I look around before finally turning back to face Melissa as she closes the door. As our eyes meet again, I see hunger. There are small notes of fear and anxiety in her beautiful hazel pools, but what I mostly see is need.

This is the moment I could have her. I could take one step forward and kiss her and neither of us would stop until we were both naked, sweating, and spent. But I hold strong.

“Can I take your jacket?” She finally asks, freeing us both from drowning in the tension.

I give her a soft, yet toxic smile. “You may.” I stand and stare at her as I simply lift my arms slightly from my sides and watch with dripping delight as she quickly recognizes what I’m telling her. She walks to me and slips her warm hands under either side of my jacket to feel my chest for a moment before peeling the coat from around my body. As it slips down past my hands, she takes a brief opportunity to squat, sharing a quick glance up at me across the now disparate altitudes. I briefly consider telling her to take off my boots while she’s down there, but something in my gut tells me we’re not quite there yet (and wet snow and mud hardly inspire seduction when covering one’s hands). So while she turns to hang my coat, I kick my boots off and let them lie by the door.

I wait for her to turn again before I approach her. I move slowly and in that mysteriously human way, I communicate with my energy that I am not inviting reciprocation. I am inspecting her. I tilt my head as I run a hand through her beautiful hair, letting my hand fall to rest against her warm cheek. I avoid her gaze for a moment so that she can watch me explore her like a new toy. I calmly walk a circle around her, further establishing her as a static doll in my presence, and I let my hand drag along her waist until finally I return to face her. I raise my hand to her cheek once again, but this time I let my thumb wander. I tease the tip of her nose, massage the soft flesh beneath her eye, and then upon finally looking back into her eyes I run my thumb along her luscious lips. Her mouth parts ever so slightly, allowing the soft pillows to catch and stretch with my touch.

“Open,” I say, staring into her eyes.

Her breath catches for a moment before she sighs and lets her jaw drop. Immediately my thumb enters her mouth and I begin to massage the top of her tongue. I stare into her mouth as I begin to speak.

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

“Uh huh.” Her words are meager noises.

“And you’re going to let me use your body however I please?”

She nods her head as she moans another yes.

“Then you will follow Daddy’s orders without question, won’t you slut?”

She nods her head much faster now and drool begins to pool around my thumb. And finally, I lean in to whisper into her ear, as if to speak to her separate from the ever-growing context.

“If you ever want to stop, snap your fingers.”

I lean back slowly, my thumb still resting in her open mouth, and look to her face to ensure she’s understood. She nods again.

“Good slut. Now suck.”

As if she’s been begging for it, Melissa locks her lips around my thumb and begins to violently suck. I enjoy the sensation for a moment when she suddenly lurches forward and I hear her throat expand as she tries to take it even deeper, despite the pesky detail of it being attached to my hand.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good girl.” I remove my thumb from her mouth, bringing with it a fair amount of drool that falls on her chin. “Now follow me.”

I walk towards the middle of the room and sit in the center of her loveseat, sinking into the soft cushions. She attempts to follow and I push her back lightly. “No, no. You will stand in front of me.” I point to a spot on the floor just in front of my feet. “Here.”

Melissa does as she’s told and I can see her hard nipples beginning to poke out from behind her tank top.

“Now do you want to see Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Then beg for it.”

Her cheeks flush. “Please, Daddy.”

“You call that begging?”

I see a brief flash in Melissa’s eyes. It’s clear she is very much enjoying herself thus far, but I detect a momentary anxiety. And a bit of frustration. I move quickly.

“Get that fucking top off.”

Her eyes shift back to passion as she grips the bottom lip of her tanktop. “Yes, Daddy.” And then she blesses me with what may be one of the most intoxicating moments of my life. She wastes no time as she raises the shirt up over her head. (It may simply be her following her orders like a diligent little slut, but I like to believe she simply knows how perfect her tits are and so jumps at any opportunity a responsible med student may find to show them.) With her arms above her head, every natural curve of her breasts seems exposed just for me, and as they lower perfectly into place, I truly don’t know if I can keep this game going. They are easily D-cups and yet still sit perky and supple and when she gives me a little flourish at the end, the sight of them lightly shaking back and forth has my cock ready to burst through my jeans.

“Jesus fuck…” I say it and I mean it. “Come fucking straddle me right fucking now.”

Melissa has an air of seduction about her now. We both enjoy playing our little game in which I am her master and she is my slave, but in this moment we know who owns who. She reaches one long leg forward and plants her knee beside my hip and I immediately grab her by the ass and yank her body onto my lap. She buries my face between her tits. I revel in the ecstasy for a moment, rubbing my face back and forth between her perfect breasts before leaning back just far enough to catch one of her perfect pale nipples in my mouth. She moans at a higher pitch than I’ve yet heard as I begin to suck and bite on her tits and she starts to grind her hips into me, desperate to fuck any and every part of me. Having not yet had the pleasure, I squeeze her tits aggressively as I lean my head back even farther to catch her lips. Our breath is violent and staggered as we kiss, my hands desperate for her breasts, her hips desperate to find purchase. Then I push her entire torso back, breaking our make-out session and I look her dead in the eye as I give her left breast a firm slap. She winces in shock, perhaps even pain, but it quickly melts into something else. I slap her again, exactly the same. Then the other side. She winces each time and viciously grabs the hair on the back of my head. She stares into my eyes as we exchange pain. I give her her next order.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

Our energy is dark now. Almost a bit angry. The tone of my voice is matched by the intensity of her movements. Somehow it feels as though she is obeying me and competing with me at the same time. In an instant, she is on her knees and already fumbling with my belt buckle. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t resist.

I slap her briskly across the face. “Not yet, slut.”

There’s a fire in her eyes now that can’t be ignored. Nor can it be allowed to take charge. She glares at me fiercely, a predator stolen away from her kill, but before she can have another thought my hand has grabbed a fistful of her hair at the scalp and yanked her head sharply to the side.

I lean forward and whisper in her ear as her neck strains.

“I own you.”

I lean back into the soft cushions of the loveseat and spread my legs wide until the full outline of my cock is nearly bursting through my jeans. Still violently gripping Melissa’s head, I force her down until her mouth is rammed against my bulge. She immediately begins to lick and suck and bite the denim, but I want to humiliate her. I begin to forcefully drag her perfect face back and forth along the length of my bulge, sanding her blushing cheeks with the rough fabric. I feel the slightest hints of resistance from her, but meet them only with raw power to remind her that there is no hope.

Finally, once I am satisfied, I raise her face to my own and ask, “Are you ready to suck me, slut?”

Whether an innocent blush has returned to her face or it’s simply denim-burn, I don’t know, but her passion has seemed to sublimate back into submission.

“Yes, Daddy. Please let me suck it. PLEASE.”

I want that carved on my headstone.

I waste no time as I unfasten my belt and unbutton my jeans. I normally like to enjoy my first reveal to girls so I might bask in the glow of their astonishment at my size, but today I am desperate. I lift my hips as I slide my jeans down my legs and Melissa rips them down to my ankles just as she sees my nine inch cock for the first time. For just a second, her fire returns.

“Oh, fuck you.”

And without another word, she swallows me. Melissa spends no time stroking, licking, or kissing my big dick, she simply buries it into her face. If I wasn’t already seated, I would be blown backwards by the intensity so instead I lay back and splay my arms to the side as she chokes on me. Her head bobs athletically in my lap as her sucking sounds fill the room. She has both her hands squeezing my throbbing shaft as she pummels the head with her throat. I can’t help myself.

“Oh FUCK, you dirty little whore! GOD, you love sucking that big dick, don’t you?”

I have no idea if she actually responds, nor do I care. I simply lay back and drown myself in the most visceral pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Under any other circumstance, I would be slapping my fat cock across her face, making her show me her open mouth as she pleads for my cum, but in this moment I simply can’t stop what’s building. I wrap my large hands around either side of her head and match her already impressive pace. But as I feel my cum building, hot and evil, I begin to fuck her skull like an object. And then, in ultimate submission, I feel her body go limp and her hands fall into her lap. She has given herself to me completely and it pushes me over the edge.

I erupt.

Never losing steam, I pump my hot seed into her face as I bounce her head like a sex toy on my cock. I hear her throat and chest sputter and choke as my cum forces itself deeper and deeper. And at the apex of my pleasure, the final burst, I hold her head as far down my cock as it will go until her body ceases to fight. For just a brief moment, we share the silence and I teach her purpose.

I fall back into the loveseat and release her head. She coughs and chokes quietly as she falls from her knees to her hip and she rests against my inner thigh, exhausted. She lays her face across my freshly drained cock and I stroke her hair gently.

“Good girl,” I say. “Good girl.”

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Obviously, I didn’t go home without getting to experience the rest of Melissa’s body, so let me know if there’s interest in another installment. I just really love facefucking.