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I put my things down and sat on the edge of his bed and looked up at him. He walked over, leaned over and kissed me. He casually mentioned his submissive Asian fetish, I wondered nothing of it at the time. Soon, I had my hands in his hair and his body was pressed against mine. We were tangled in his sheets. I felt his lips against my neck. Clothes started to come off. His naked body was slim and toned. Suddenly he sat up, and as he looked at me, he skillfully slipped a finger underneath the hem of my lace panties, pulled and slid it down my legs with his teeth. I went for his belt. It came undone easily. I wanted to taste him. He lied back as I took his cock in my mouth. As I let him in deeper, he let out an uncontrolled moan of pleasure. He was hooked. He grabbed my hair and pushed himself in deeper. I felt him against the back of my throat. I wanted to gasp for air but I couldn’t. The inability to control the situation as a result of somebody else’s dominance over me drove me crazy; the thrill of understanding the pleasure he must have felt at the cost of my suffering sent chills through my body. I felt myself getting wetter.

Already exhausted from the “foreplay”, he forced me against the bed and pushed his thick cock inside
my tight pussy. I was helpless, as his body was so much bigger than mine. As he fucked me, he called me things nobody has ever called me before. I told him to hold my arms back. He smiled and did what I asked. The feeling of having no choice but to be subject to pain for someone else’s pleasure turned me on like nothing else. As I tried to struggle free, I felt his grip tighten around my petite wrists, cutting into my skin, another source of pain, another source of pleasure. I felt his hand close around my throat. I held my breath and gave in to being controlled, I didn’t have a choice and I liked it. He suddenly flipped me around, pulled me towards his cock and entered me from behind.

I felt his hands on my ass as he plowed me. Then, in a red hot flash of pain, he spanked me. The moan I heard didn’t seem to belong to me; it belonged to my body, reacting to the electricity running through it. He hit me clean and he hit me hard, there was no residual pain other than the shock in that split second. The pleasure was so intense I gasped telling him to hit me harder. I wanted him to fuck me like he hated me. He did exactly as I asked. He hit me again and again until I collapsed on the bed, worn out and breathless. Nobody has ever treated me the way A did yesterday and certainly nobody has done it better than he has. There were moments I felt like I’ve truly reached my limit. Yet there were moments where I felt like I could have endured a lot more. Needless to say, I can’t wait for next time…

NSFW: yes

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