How did he know I was an ass slut?
I met him on Tinder. He "swiped right" on my pic, and pretty soon after that we were texting and flirting. I hadn't shared too much with him, except that I was naturally large-chested and very submissive sexually.
Of course, when I told him that, he asked me out for drinks that same night. I accepted.
*****
He's going to be here in ten minutes to pick me up for our first date. I look in the mirror and like what I see. Tiny black dress, visible corset, crotchless panties. My tits look bigger than usual, my ass looks plush but tight. I look like a dirty little slut. Good. I really want to get fucked tonight.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, I am pinned face-down on the cold, hard tile floor of my apartment. My dress is bunched up around my waist and my little panties are stuffed in my mouth. Because my date ripped them off and put them in there. So he could get to my ass. So he could fuck it.
I realize I'm not dreaming. I'm actually getting fuckd up the ass on my own floor by a very strong man with a very large cock. My date. I'd let him in! I'd been expecting a gentleman, not a handsome, horse-cocked man!
I begin to scream and cry, but this just encourages my assailant. "Ha," he hisses into my ear from his position above and behind me. "I fucking love it when little sluts scream. Little sluts who scream like they don't want this huge cock buried up their asshole."
With each threat he buttfucks me even more cruelly and forcefully, sawing his huge cock in and out of my tight little bottom as I sob and beg him to stop. He slams his cock up my ass, balls-deep, pulls almost all the way out, then slams it back in. Over and over again. I'm completely out of breath from the relentless pounding he's giving me.
But still. He's a very skilled assfucker. Very well-hung, pumping his shaft in and out of my asshole rhythmically, holding my arms and face to the floor. I can tell he's pounded a lot of ass, and I've certainly had my fair share of dicks in mine. My body is betraying me as he grunts and fucks my bottom. I'm starting to feel like a very lucky girl...
I can't believe it. I like it. My cunt is gushing as my r****t pounds my asshole. I can't help it. I love getting fucked up the ass. For fuck's sake, I was going to let him do it after our date tonight! I was going to let him get me drunk and then play it coy as he took my ass. Even if he didn't want to see me again!
But that point is moot, because he's assfucking as we speak. And something dawns on me—all the times I've assfucked myself with my dildo as I imagined being fucked—my wildest sex fantasies are coming true as we speak.
Now I'm moaning with pleasure, pushing my ass up against his cock, wanting more. I'm not blind to the irony of this situation—I'm getting brutally assfucked and I'm about to cum. At this point, though, I don't care. There's a fat cock stuffed up my ass. Where else would I rather be?
"Yes, Master," I whisper. "Use my bottom. Use my slutty little horny asshole. I deserve it. I'm such a filthy little butt slut. I deserve to get my ass fucked. I've been asking for it. Yesss, Master. Yes, fuck my ass!"
I tell him I'm about to cum. He laughs. "You worthless fucking slut. Go ahead. Cum." And I do. My cunt explodes into orgasm. I scream loudly and squirt pussycream all over my master's balls. He just keeps fucking my asshole. And I just keep cumming.
Then he's ready to blast. I can tell. I consider asking him to cum in my ass, but before I can speak, he's begun. He grunts and calls me a cunt and pumps load after load up my ass.
*****
Then, unbelievably, he stands up, puts his big cock away, pulls me to my feet, and looks into my face.
He extends his hand. "Hi. I'm John," he says. "Ready to go get dinner? I've been looking forward to this. You're gorgeous, by the way. Wow."
I stare at him with confusion. Should I be screaming and calling 911? My dress is still bunched around my waist, ripped to pieces. There's red lipstick smeared all over my face and mascara dripping down my tear-streaked cheeks. My hair is a matted, disheveled mess. I just stare at him.
Didn't he just assfuck me on the floor?
John slaps me across the face. Hard. "Here's what we're going to do," he growls. "You're going to go get cleaned up, and we're going to go have a wonderful dinner. After that, we'll find a dive bar and go in for a few drinks. By your fourth drink, when I think you're ready, I will take you into the men's room and fuck you again."
I consider his words. My pussy is creaming for him. My nipples are hard. I decide to go with my gut. "Let me go get cleaned up for you. I'm sorry I'm such a mess; it's very disrespectful of me."
"Good slut. Go. Wear something even sluttier than this dress. I want your massive titties on display." I nod and slink back toward my bedroom. As I fix my face and change my dress, he calls out from the living room.
"Just because I'm going to leave you in a men's room tonight doesn't mean this is our last date. We'll go out again for sure! Maybe tomorrow?
"But I'm definitely going to fuck your ass again."
He smiles and pulls me into his arms and we share our first kiss...a deep, wet sloppy French kiss. We swap spit and slobber into each other's mouths. He feels up my giant jugs with his big, firm hands, and groans at their massive size and softness. He pinches my nipples. They've been rock hard since he first rammed his dick up my butt, but I don't tell him that.
"That's a good girl. You're worth a lot more than a dollar, but you don't need to know that. Goddamn. I'm going to make love to these breasts," he murmurs, fondling them. "So many times. I'm also going to French-kiss that tiny little asshole. I can't wait to taste it. Not everything I do is anal fuck. Although I do that a lot."
I like the sound of this. All of it. And I realize that what just happened on the floor was totally consensual, and that he'd known it would be consensual when he first pushed me to the floor. I smile to myself, realizing John and I are embarking on the roleplay relationship of a lifetime. Fuck roleplay.
He kisses me again. I link my arm with his and we leave for our first date. I relish the feeling of his cum dripping from my asshole. I cross my fingers that he gives me another load before the night is over.
(He does, and he's not the only one.)
Of course, when I told him that, he asked me out for drinks that same night. I accepted.
*****
He's going to be here in ten minutes to pick me up for our first date. I look in the mirror and like what I see. Tiny black dress, visible corset, crotchless panties. My tits look bigger than usual, my ass looks plush but tight. I look like a dirty little slut. Good. I really want to get fucked tonight.
*****
Fifteen minutes later, I am pinned face-down on the cold, hard tile floor of my apartment. My dress is bunched up around my waist and my little panties are stuffed in my mouth. Because my date ripped them off and put them in there. So he could get to my ass. So he could fuck it.
I realize I'm not dreaming. I'm actually getting fuckd up the ass on my own floor by a very strong man with a very large cock. My date. I'd let him in! I'd been expecting a gentleman, not a handsome, horse-cocked man!
I begin to scream and cry, but this just encourages my assailant. "Ha," he hisses into my ear from his position above and behind me. "I fucking love it when little sluts scream. Little sluts who scream like they don't want this huge cock buried up their asshole."
With each threat he buttfucks me even more cruelly and forcefully, sawing his huge cock in and out of my tight little bottom as I sob and beg him to stop. He slams his cock up my ass, balls-deep, pulls almost all the way out, then slams it back in. Over and over again. I'm completely out of breath from the relentless pounding he's giving me.
But still. He's a very skilled assfucker. Very well-hung, pumping his shaft in and out of my asshole rhythmically, holding my arms and face to the floor. I can tell he's pounded a lot of ass, and I've certainly had my fair share of dicks in mine. My body is betraying me as he grunts and fucks my bottom. I'm starting to feel like a very lucky girl...
I can't believe it. I like it. My cunt is gushing as my r****t pounds my asshole. I can't help it. I love getting fucked up the ass. For fuck's sake, I was going to let him do it after our date tonight! I was going to let him get me drunk and then play it coy as he took my ass. Even if he didn't want to see me again!
But that point is moot, because he's assfucking as we speak. And something dawns on me—all the times I've assfucked myself with my dildo as I imagined being fucked—my wildest sex fantasies are coming true as we speak.
Now I'm moaning with pleasure, pushing my ass up against his cock, wanting more. I'm not blind to the irony of this situation—I'm getting brutally assfucked and I'm about to cum. At this point, though, I don't care. There's a fat cock stuffed up my ass. Where else would I rather be?
"Yes, Master," I whisper. "Use my bottom. Use my slutty little horny asshole. I deserve it. I'm such a filthy little butt slut. I deserve to get my ass fucked. I've been asking for it. Yesss, Master. Yes, fuck my ass!"
I tell him I'm about to cum. He laughs. "You worthless fucking slut. Go ahead. Cum." And I do. My cunt explodes into orgasm. I scream loudly and squirt pussycream all over my master's balls. He just keeps fucking my asshole. And I just keep cumming.
Then he's ready to blast. I can tell. I consider asking him to cum in my ass, but before I can speak, he's begun. He grunts and calls me a cunt and pumps load after load up my ass.
*****
Then, unbelievably, he stands up, puts his big cock away, pulls me to my feet, and looks into my face.
He extends his hand. "Hi. I'm John," he says. "Ready to go get dinner? I've been looking forward to this. You're gorgeous, by the way. Wow."
I stare at him with confusion. Should I be screaming and calling 911? My dress is still bunched around my waist, ripped to pieces. There's red lipstick smeared all over my face and mascara dripping down my tear-streaked cheeks. My hair is a matted, disheveled mess. I just stare at him.
Didn't he just assfuck me on the floor?
John slaps me across the face. Hard. "Here's what we're going to do," he growls. "You're going to go get cleaned up, and we're going to go have a wonderful dinner. After that, we'll find a dive bar and go in for a few drinks. By your fourth drink, when I think you're ready, I will take you into the men's room and fuck you again."
I consider his words. My pussy is creaming for him. My nipples are hard. I decide to go with my gut. "Let me go get cleaned up for you. I'm sorry I'm such a mess; it's very disrespectful of me."
"Good slut. Go. Wear something even sluttier than this dress. I want your massive titties on display." I nod and slink back toward my bedroom. As I fix my face and change my dress, he calls out from the living room.
"Just because I'm going to leave you in a men's room tonight doesn't mean this is our last date. We'll go out again for sure! Maybe tomorrow?
"But I'm definitely going to fuck your ass again."
He smiles and pulls me into his arms and we share our first kiss...a deep, wet sloppy French kiss. We swap spit and slobber into each other's mouths. He feels up my giant jugs with his big, firm hands, and groans at their massive size and softness. He pinches my nipples. They've been rock hard since he first rammed his dick up my butt, but I don't tell him that.
"That's a good girl. You're worth a lot more than a dollar, but you don't need to know that. Goddamn. I'm going to make love to these breasts," he murmurs, fondling them. "So many times. I'm also going to French-kiss that tiny little asshole. I can't wait to taste it. Not everything I do is anal fuck. Although I do that a lot."
I like the sound of this. All of it. And I realize that what just happened on the floor was totally consensual, and that he'd known it would be consensual when he first pushed me to the floor. I smile to myself, realizing John and I are embarking on the roleplay relationship of a lifetime. Fuck roleplay.
He kisses me again. I link my arm with his and we leave for our first date. I relish the feeling of his cum dripping from my asshole. I cross my fingers that he gives me another load before the night is over.
(He does, and he's not the only one.)
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