After my 18th birthday, and some boring and let's be honest, terrible sex with guys around my own age, I decided to expand my age searches on the dating apps I use. Who knew that putting a slutty little one-liner about using a condom as a magic trick would end with so many matches that I couldn't keep up with the message requests.
I know, boo hoo, so sad for me, right? Hahaha.
One man stood out from the masses, though. He was handsome, with tawny skin tightly stretched over muscle that wasn't the build of a typical gym-bro. No, his muscles had purpose. A man who didn't need to post cringeworthy photos to show off his physique, but rather had a presence that, to be honest, made me want to do anything he asked. Cue me discovering that I love a guy with "I'm the boss" / "Daddy" energy.
Well, of course, I had to message him.
His responses were well-mannered, sexy, and to the point. No playing games. Not boring in any way. I asked if he wanted to meet in person. And he told me when to be at his house for dinner the next night.
What you need to know is that Mr. Military is into some hardcore sexual kinks. This story won’t have any of the hardcore things, but just to give you all some minor background information, the deal with me and Mr. Military is essentially free-use sex. Per our agreement with one another, this meant that my body was his to do what he wanted with my full consent. Of course, safe words were established to ensure everyone felt safe and secure.
You see, when I was looking for someone to fuck last year, I wanted someone who would be willing to teach me in areas I had little to no experience in. Plus, I was always so incredibly turned on by rough sex that I had an inkling that I would be a drippy wet mess for next-level rough. And of course, more non-conventional sex experiences.
Mr. Military was willing to show me this world. We went over our limits, expectations, and agreed on safe words (the traditional red/yellow/green) for whenever we needed them. This gave us all the important consent and trust things required for the kind of sex we were going to be having.
We also had an active list of “must-dos” to try with one another, and group sex was on the list. In my threesome fantasy, I wanted to be fucked by him and an unknown-to-me third person. Specifically, with me being blindfolded and used by both of them, however they wanted. He agreed and had everything arranged, giving me my wish just a few weeks later.
At this point in our relationship, Mr. Military had fucked me into submission. So, when the day for our threesome finally came, he texted me with instructions to head down to the basement where his slutty little sex cave was hidden - his Red Room, if you will. I was to get completely naked and get into the bed, blindfolded, with my head hanging off one end.
I did as I was told.
Within a few minutes of my lying there, I heard the door open and the soft movements of his feet against the floor as he moved around the room before finally coming over to the bed. I was completely unaware of the second set of footsteps since Mr. Military had put on music as he entered the room.
I felt Mr. Military get onto the bed, gripping my ankles for leverage as he forced my legs up so that my knees were by my ears. I smiled, biting my lip as that familiar white hot tightening in my stomach lit a fire inside me. I knew he planned to be especially rough that night, as he bent over my body and placed a leather collar around my throat. I felt his hard cock bump against my tummy as he did.
Instinctively, I reached and stroked him, but he grabbed my hand and slapped me, telling me not to fucking move unless told to. I giggled out a whimper. Oh god, I fucking loved when he slapped me like that.
A few of his fingers were roughly and abruptly shoved into my pussy, causing me to gasp. He grunted an approval and pulled on the leash, tightening it enough to make me aware of it.
“Already a wet fucking slut I see,” he growled, and I arched my back, pushing myself harder into his hand as a response. I swear I’d been dripping with anticipation for days.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
I assumed he was talking to me, so I grinned and breathed out, “Yes.”
Another slap - then his hand put pressure on my neck above the collar. His breath was hot on my cheek as he murmured, “When you entered this room, what did that mean?”
God, the smell of his slightly spiced soap with the amberish aftershave I’d know anywhere, made me dizzy. I wanted him inside me immediately.
I realized he must have been asking the guest if they were ready. Because you see, if I wasn’t, I needed to use my safe words. Otherwise, what was about to happen to my body was largely out of my control. It was an agreement I had consented to wholeheartedly.
“I’m yours to use,” I whimpered.
“Good girl.” His lips brushed a kiss against mine, and I couldn’t help the moan that came out of my body as his cock head poked my dripping cunt.
Mr. Military pulled back, returning to his prior position, and I held onto my legs under the knee. I relaxed my head back so it hung slightly off the mattress once again.
He said, “Okay,” as if telling someone to “go ahead,” as I settled.
A second later, another unfamiliar hand pushed my forehead down, and the tip of a cock pushed against my lips. I didn’t even flinch, opening my mouth to let this man's cock into my throat.
We’ll call the unknown penis holder John.
John began to slowly fucking my throat, letting me feel every single inch of him. He felt smaller than Mr. Military, more average-sized than the large size I was used to. He was slightly easier to get to my throat, but it still caused me to gag a bit as he hit the back of my throat. John let out a growl of a groan in response and reached forward to grip my breasts as he stepped forward, forcing his cock down my throat until his balls were slamming into my forehead.
Mmm, he likes the gagging, I thought, and forced out a coughing gag for him. I made a sloppy saliva mess as he thrusted in and out of my mouth. He slid out enough to let me gasp for a few breaths before forcing his cock down my throat harder, holding the side of my head for leverage as he did.
All the while, Mr. Military teased my pussy lips with the tip of his cock before pushing the back side of my thighs down to get a better angle and using them for leverage as he slammed his cock down into my dripping wet pussy. He wasn’t slow to start like John. No, he knew my body was used to the beatings he gave me. I let out an endless stream of muffled groans as these men used me relentlessly.
John increased his thrust speed until he and Mr. Military were both fucking me at the same velocity. I could barely breathe, let alone think straight. Literally all I could think was holy fuck I’m going to fucking cum or insert me whimpering moans and guttural groans.
The pressure of the collar tightening slightly on my neck as Mr. Military pulled on the leash, as John’s cock got harder and his groaning spiked, was so immediately overwhelming that I felt like I would pass out as I reached another orgasm. I was overstimulated in the best fucking way. Especially when Mr. Military would play with my clit until I was bucking underneath their bodies. My pussy clamped down on Mr. Military’s cock so hard it was his turn to groan in a way that told me he was so, so close.
John’s final thrust came with a thunderously animalistic grunt as he slammed his pelvis against my face. When he finally removed himself from my throat, I was a gasping, coughing mess - literally, with saliva and cum soaking me.
I barely had a moment to take in a few breaths when Mr. Military gave his telltale growl and unloaded into my pussy. He flattened himself across my body with his full weight, slamming his cock into me, groaning in time with each pulse of his cock.
He kissed me hard, his tongue demanding mine as I whimpered against his thrusts. God, I love the weight of him against me.
As his thrusts slowed and his own breathing regulated, he murmured, “How was that, baby girl?” Kissing my neck, he used a finger to wipe the saliva and cum still on my face. He fed it to me before I answered.
I whimpered out a satisfied, “Oh my god, yes.” I felt his soft laugh as he kissed me again.
I could lie and say it ended there. But they eventually had me get on my knees to do it all again. Always blindfolded. Always leashed and silenced.
The next round was me being fucked on my hands and knees by John. It was his turn to slam his cock in and out of my tight little pussy while Mr. Military face fucked my throat even harder than his anonymous friend had. By the end of it, I was full of cum, soaking wet from saliva and sweat, and shaking as I giggled from the intensity.
It wasn’t until after John left the room that Mr. Military removed the blindfold and began our typical aftercare routine, helping me come down from such an intense and erotic experience.
I never did get to know just who that horny stranger was. But I do know that I’d be able to identify his cock with my eyes closed.
