My first Encounter

More then wanted

Living in the apartment that I thought would be a fresh start for me and my needs were something I would not expect to lead me down the path I was going down now. I found myself being used by a man whose only ambition was to use me and to treat me as his fuck toy. little did I learn that when I was being used and while he was bringing his co-workers to use me would lead to finding more than I could bargain for. 

A few things that I learned in my time being used is that it was not in my place to make demands, I was to be in whatever position I was put on, to take it as hard as he was willing to push it into me. as always, I found myself wanting his cock inside me for him to feel what I felt when he was to use me. The thoughts that I would have during my showers, or when I was watching something that would lead to the sensual intimacy that one would explore. my favorite times would be when I found myself alone in the room thinking of whether or not I would stop meeting tony, but every time that I would think of him all I could think of was his hands and how he would grab me, that muscular yet forceful grab on my body. How he would treat me, moving me and pushing me into whatever position that he would lay me. how each time I would think of his touch, my ass would clench and feel the pleasure as if he was inside me and I would slowly begin to grind myself and think of how hard he would fuck me and how with each thrust he would make me want it more and more. 

these thoughts would lead me to find the energy to take a shower before bed, leave the door to my room unlocked, and make sure that no one could stop him from coming in to use me. Instead, I would find myself taking periods to get ready for bed. How I would make sure that I would touch myself and fall asleep to a massive hard-on. later I would stop sleeping naked and instead I would find myself sleeping with a harness and sleeping with a jock strap, not for the looks but for him to have something that he would be able to grab me with and fuck me. I would fall asleep with a hard-on, waking to tony coming in and grabbing me and repeating to use me more and more, not leaving unless my pussy was filled with 2, 3, or even 4 cum loads one after another. He would fuck me till I was stuffed and he had me begging for the mercy of his using me. The best part is when he started to bring his friends and co-workers or would find others from ginger willing to meet him and use me whether I had asked for it or not. 

After he would bring his co-worker he found a guy that grew a liking to me and that would ask more than normal to fuck me, I would find that when I awoke from the usage, he was becoming more and more genital with having to fuck me. one day when they were done tag teaming me I awoke to the in the morning to a note that would be hidden in my drawer that was next to the bed, he was growing my liking and that he wished to stop fucking me as a team, at least not just as a team, but instead he would want to have some alone time and see what it felt like to not only fuck me but to see what it would feel like to have sex with me too. to see what are some of the things that I was willing to express outside of allowing myself to be used, express some interest outside of sex. of course it was something that I would bring us to my friend that was my owner. He assured me that if it was something that I was wanting to try, then it was something that I should do, as we were not together, I had the freedom to see whomever I wanted, I could also sleep with someone, and that I would not have to report it to anyone, I owned no one any explanation, but that I was to be awake that no matter what happened that I was to be used by him whenever he demanded and that would not change no matter whom I was with. 

I decided to text the guy and say yes to meeting him, instead, he would get off work early and that he wanted to come and talk and chat, if things led to sex then it would lead to sex and we would enjoy the moments that we were to have together. He would knock like a gentleman and I would answer the door, thankfully there was a basketball game that my roommates would go to so we had the entire house to ourselves. "may I come in", " sure, did you want to come to the room so that we could hang out", "sure, I was hoping that we could chat". thinking of everything that was going on I couldn't think of the things that he wanted to talk about. "come sit next to me boy, I just wanted to chat and see the real you, I kind of wanted to know why it is that you let someone use your time and time again, without asking for anything else, not even to jerk off yourself. "I never thought of jerking off while I was to be fucked, I always liked the pleasure from being used and fucked, as per the not caring and letting someone do whatever they wanted to me, I grew to like someone that would take charge and know what it is that they want and not be afraid to take the things that they want, even if that means turning a=me and fucking me however hard it is that they want to". "oh so you want someone that would take charge and show you that they want you", " yes sir I want someone to grab me and not only have sex with me but show me what they want and put me in the position that they want, teaching me that they want me and that they want to use me". 

That being said all I could do was think of the things that he wanted as he would grab my neck and begin to kiss it neck going from the bottom of it to the top of my neck. till she reached the end of my neck leading to my mouth and catching mine by surprise with how sensual he would kiss my lips making sure that he would grab the top of my lips showing me when I would kiss I was kissing the bottom of his lips embracing him, showing me that he wasn't there to use me, but to show me that there is someone that can show me the dominance of someone that wants something, but to also show me someone could be gentle and sensual all at the same time, with each kiss I would learn that there was more meaning to being fucked, that I could feel wanted, I could feel like I meant something, all through the electricity that is of the kiss that I was feeling. That being said as he would kiss me he would grab me through my clothing, showing me that while someone would kiss me I could feel the pleasure of someone moving their hands on my skin gliding his hows from my back to my ass till it was at the base of my ass and he would lift me so that I would sit on his lap. 

I would have one leg at each end of his body while he was sitting upright I would lay on him, I would kiss him, and hold his neck, he would rub his hands all over my back and lead it to grab my ass, squeeze, and slap it making me want him to fuck me and treat me for waiting for something that I feel would be the best sex I have had in a while. after a few minutes of dealing with this is when he would pull back and tell me, " are you ready so that I could fuck you, a pussy like yours should learn how to be fucked by a man that would treat it well", "thank you, sir, please treat me to that cock, show me how I'm meant to be used". with that being said, he would start to take a layer or two of clothing.

When all the clothes were removed from our bodies, he began to cuddle me, leading my body so that he would fuck while he was laying down. "you like that", he would whisper into my ear while he was grinding into me while laying down, I would enjoy as he would begin to insert himself onto me, slowly, as if he was trying to make sure that I was enjoying to pleasure that he was giving me. While our bodies would lay together in one fail swoop, he trusted inside me making me gasp with the pressure of his cock as he would normally go all in and in one position most of the time. This time all I could feel would be the sensation that would lead from how he would insert himself, how it was from the side, and how it would be a grind that I would soon enough being to fall in love with. the movement that we were having together, how he would push me forward on the bed and how I would react, It was as if the whole thing was done together and he would know exactly what it was that I wanted. 

It was closer to the ending of the grinding that I would love the most above all, it was when he was close to cumming, how he would fuck me would lead to me having the feeling, the need to want to cum, how I would love the movement, I learned that I wanted to cum to. It was only when I asked him if I could cum that he gave me the mercy that would start jerking me off too. that was the first time that I ever encountered someone that would want to fuck me and that would want to jerk me too. instead of cumming right inside me it was that I would feel him slow down so that he could last longer and so that I could cum myself. doing slow movements of trust and fucking me very slowly, all I could feel was the sensation of him jerking me and all I could think about is how he would penetrate me very slowly over and over again. after a few minutes of this sensation when I felt the need to start to cum myself. 

it was at that moment when he started to pick up his pace at fucking me and that is when he started to jerk me faster, knowing that both of us want to cum, begging him to release his load into me, it is only when I said, "please sir I need it" when he would start to cum and the amazing feeling that I was having is when I started to cum myself. The sensation that we had was amazing, even after he would cum when I started to feel everything that was going on, the feeling of having him inside me was when he could begin to pull out of me but he was reluctant. We had fallen asleep to that method, his being inside me, it was only afterward that his cock had pulled out of me all by itself and we continued to sleep that way til the morning. When I awoke in the room, I was all to myself, all that there was a note, " Thank you for a great night, I am still married, and I hope that we could it again< let's keep that between us though, I liked using you with a passion", all I could think about was the feeling of warmth that I had with him.