PhantomsXblondie

Goal for the upcoming summer months:

Be dominated and used by at least one man a day for a week straight. I want to be covered in cum and not able to walk; I want to be a true fucktoy.

Sounds easy.....? Hm.... We'll see...

I absolutely relish having a sore throat for a few days after being choked and taking some deep throat action... it's a constant reminder that it actually happened.

Thoughts: The night turned out to be better than originally expected. It had been a great disappointment up until this point, with Doms using me (not in a good way) or getting weird/creepy. Was the night going to be different for a change? The answer- Yes.

Maybe it was the alcohol I was drinking on an empty stomach, maybe it was his sincerity and open heart, maybe it was the primal need inside of me to serve- whatever it was, when it came time to spread my legs for him, I had no qualms. With an arm around my shoulders and a smile on my lips, he quickly built up the tension and pleasure growing deep and fast; the coil of heat inside of me, growing with each second he deprived me of oxygen, his hold grower consistently stronger around my throat. My heart began to race, I could feel every nerve ending ignite with a smoldering fire ready to burn bright at any moment as his fingers worked my wet and ready pussy. I kept thinking of his promise- "You will cry." And I wanted to. With each word he spoke in my ear, each squeeze of my nipple, each brush of his cock on my leg, I would have done anything for him; I was being driven insane by excitement, nervousness, and the primal need to submit. And when it was time to walk to my car, he asked me the question that made my pulse pound in my ears, my soul sing with strangled delight, "Should I give you a head start?" I didn't think my pussy could get any wetter.

When he pushed my shoulders down and fixed my hips and ass up, I knew the time had come. When I felt the first crack of his hand to my ass, my knees began to tremble with delight and fear of the unknown. He pulled my pants down and gave me more than I had hoped for. The feeling as he worked fingers and partial fist inside my cunt as he pulled me by the hair and shoulder harder onto it became all consuming; I knew nothing of the outside world, only of this intense pain mixed with such high pleasure. I tried not to whimper and cry out, but failed to stifle it all the while wanting more. As I whimpered, he grunted and groaned making the orgasm that followed more intense and wonderful.

After things became calmer, he asked if I was ok, and I was surprised and delighted that he actually cared how I felt, but answered honestly that I was. And although I still ache a little, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.