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Here is the experience with a submissive guy that started it all for me, and the entire reason that I’m here right now posting about it!

I (26f) was visiting the coast alone and wanted to hang out with someone one day, so I got on tinder and set up a date, thinking it would just be a casual hang out and some fun! I found a cute guy, a little younger but with similar interests, and we organised to go to the beach together. I didn’t plan on hooking up, but I wore my tiniest shorts just because I liked the rush of wearing them out and being stared at! It would be a bonus if I caught my date staring, too!

He picked me up and we made easy small talk on the way, driving through town giving casual introductions and just talking about the area and also the city I’m from. We found a spot to park and went down to the beach and strolled along the sand, still just chatting casually. It was really fun and enjoyable, just comfortable and easy going! It was a bonus that he was beautiful and so much taller than me!

After walking for about an hour, the cliffs and rock formations grew taller and other people became few and far between as we reached a more secluded area of the coast. It was lovely and peaceful, and we both sat down on the rocks and discussed the tranquillity of the area and how beautiful the beach was.

After a while, he grew the courage to place a large hand just above my knee and sink his fingers into the skin. His breath seemed to hitch in his throat and my pussy throbbed just from his very obvious and desperate reaction to touching me. Despite the fact that I could already feel my easily excited pussy soaking my panties, I grabbed his hand and removed it from my knee, as we were in public and I was worried about my self control. I’d never done anything sexual in public before, either!

I don’t remember my exact words, but I called him a naughty boy for touching me and his breath hitched in his throat again, a tiny little whine leaving his lips. I realised I’d hit his sweet spot, and that I potentially had a very submissive man sitting next to me. I’d never been with a submissive guy before, but the wondered excited me so much that I was making an immediate mess downstairs, so I decided to feed into it.

“No touching.” Was all I said and then I redirected our conversation so he couldn’t get a word in. It didn’t last long before he was leaning into my side and begging under his breath. “Please, please let me touch you. I wanna touch you badly.”

I loved hearing his begging, so I took his hand and placed it back on my knee and he breathed out a string of thank you’s, stumbling over his words as he began to praise how soft my thick thighs were and how warm my skin felt. Eventually his hands wandered up between my legs and I allowed him to briefly cup my enormous, soft pussy before pulling his hand away once more and scolding him for being naughty again.

He began to beg once more, this time louder and more desperate than ever. “Please, let me touch you, let me worship you! I’ll do anything! Let me get on my knees for you and eat you out, or kiss your feet! Anything!” It was music to my ears and I was so incredibly turned on, that I helped him on his knees and spread my thighs, gently pressing his head against one of them, leaving him just far enough to smell my sweet wetness but not touch. He clung to my leg for dear life, transfixed on my mound as I moved my tiny shorts to the side and spread my lips to show him my dripping pussy. I felt so powerful just forcing him to sit there and drool while he rubbed his cock slowly through his pants, all while I ran my hands through his hair. We stayed like that for quite a while and it was an incredibly intimate moment. It felt like the world had stopped, I hadn’t even considered that we were very much in public.

After a while, I forced him up and to sit back beside me again, asking him to sit on his hands. He was very obedient and well behaved, and I praised him for being a good boy for me as I rubbed his back and kissed him softly, his willing mouth opening up for me to tease his tongue with mine, eventually getting my revenge and beginning to rub to his thighs. He was so sensitive and kept gasping every time I touched him somewhere, and I eagerly swallowed every moan he made into my mouth.

I decided to reward him for being so good, trailed my hands up to the little wet spot on his pants, finding the underside of his head with my thumb and gently rubbing it back and forth, as slow as I could. His cock felt enormous and thick, and the brief wondered of riding it right there on the beach popped into my head. I voiced my fantasy in his ear and it was in that moment in which I realised I loved vocal men, as his whimpers and soft moans grew and turned me on more than ever. His wet spot soaked into a enormous, darkened mess on his pants and I was in disbelief at how much precum this man could produce!

I kept voicing my filthy thoughts and used my free hand to lift my shirt and expose my tits. He reached out and grabbed my tits in his large hands, teasing me as I rubbed him until he was squirming and begging. But his ministrations on my sensitive, pink nipples began to falter as his breathing picked up and his moans became squeaky, so I abruptly pulled my hand away, deciding that I didn’t want to let him cum, his leaking cock twitching against the seam of his pants. By then, there was so much precum that it was oozing, creamy and white through his pants.

After that I told him he didn’t deserve to cum and I swear his eyes rolled so far back into his head as he moaned loudly, completely unashamed. It was then I remembered that we were on the beach, and that I was so blinded by my lust and fixated on the slutty man I was with that I had no idea if anyone had bared witness to us. Our teasing had easily gone on for an hour or two, plenty of time for someone to stroll by and neither of us would’ve noticed! I was so horny at the wondered, my own mess all over my thighs, and if we didn’t leave right then I wouldn’t be able to withstand pulling my panties to the side and draining his cock with my pussy!

I stood up and helped him up, pulling him close to me and pushing my leg against him softly, encouraging him to hump my leg like a desperate slut. I wanted to leave, but I also couldn’t withstand drawing a few more moans from his sweet mouth. He left a glistening patch on my bare knee and then I turned around and bent over, encouraging him to do the same between my ass cheeks, knowing full well they popped out of my tiny shorts whenever I bent over. He rubbed his cock between my cheeks for a moment so I could feel the wetness and then we finally decided to stroll back to the car.

His wet spot was so enormous that he walked back with his hand on his crotch, speed walking ahead in the parking lot because I think he began to panic! On the drive home he kept thanking me over and over, expressing how grateful he was for the blue balls, even though he would’ve loved to cum! When he dropped me back, I gave him a hug and rubbed his cock a little more for good measure, just so I could save the beautiful whimpers leaving his throat to my memory!

And that was how I learned I love submissive men, but more importantly I love the thrill of being an exhibitionist!

(Note: This experience is irresponsible practice, please make sure to connect with and discuss limits, safe words and other precautionary measures before practicing BDSM. Obviously I wasn’t aware of those things then, but I am now!)

NSFW: yes

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