True Sex Stories: Used

No pleading, no coaxing; just a plain demand: "Slut—I want your mouth."

I had just dozed off.  The big comfy king size bed had been made and the crisp clean sheets smelled sweet and inviting.  We had a few hours before we needed to go to the play party and I was a sleepy Pet.  Like I said, I had just dozed off.

I felt him come around my side of the bed and I thought he was going to join me.  What I got was him rubbing my face and saying, "Slut- I want your mouth."

Opening one eye, I looked up at him- tempted to ask if he was serious- but one thing I learned early, my Sir does not say things just to see what I'll say.  No, when he speaks, he means it.  Especially in the tone he was using now.  Had he called me baby, or sweetie- I might have been able to play it off ‘cute' and get him to lie down with me.  However addressing me as slut, it doesn't push me into subspace, but it lets me know his intention.  "Slut" means, this is what I want.  Now.

I unzipped his pants and opened his belt.  He didn't remove them, but pulled his boxers down enough so that I could get his cock into my mouth.  I was still laying on the bed and he was leaning over me.  I was being a bit lazy about it, I know, but he didn't know that.  I was taking his cock, stroking it with one hand.  I just happened to also be laying down.  There's a lot you CAN get away with if you know what you're doing.

He didn't say much.  He wasn't hitting me or attempting to tie me up.  He didn't stroke my breast or even motion that I remove one stitch of clothing.  No, he just wanted to fuck my mouth.  Nothing else.  He was using his slut.  Letting her service him by being a fuck hole.  When I realized this, my body started to ache.  In our remote relationship, we talk about things like this.  Him simply using me for his pleasure and giving me nothing at all.  It's always very intense in communications, but now it was happening.  I was being used.  It  made me wet and horny and desperate to participate.  I could not just lay and be fucked.  I didn't want to just open my throat and let him fuck it.  I wanted to massage his cock with my mouth.  I wanted to stroke him.  I wanted to rub his balls and please him.  His desire to use me as a ‘just a hole' made me want to please and service him.  It then occurred to me that there was a difference.

He sensed my movements and quickly countered my attempts.  He straddled my face.  His knees next to my head.  He faced my feet.  He moved my hands so they were above my head, and pinned there by his knees.  I was trapped there.  Then he laid on top of me.  His cock in my mouth.  The zipper of his pants rubbing my cheek, the belt buckle, while open, pressing into my jaw.  When he thrust upward, I took a breath, but then he lied all his weight on me.  It was hard to breath.  I had to tilt my head back to find an open spot of air. Which also opened my throat for him to slide back deeper.

I struggled beneath him.  Testing my limits to be sure that if need be, I COULD turn my head to the side on an upwards thrust if I really had to.  He thrust into my mouth, slowly and then faster.  I have used the term "fucking my mouth" before, but this REALLY felt that way.  He was not holding back, but thrusting hard and deep into the tunnel my mouth and throat made for him.  When he went slow, I struggled more.  All I could do was hold my mouth open, maybe a little wider than usual so I could get in an extra breath when available.

He would sink his cock in and hold it until I started to whimper and panic.  He'd lift up and I'd cough, sputtering with his cock still half in my mouth.  Then down again it would go.  When I would gag, he'd lift slightly and press back down.  I moaned, occasionally closing my lips on him and sucking hard which only made the thrusting begin again.

My jaw was burning.  I felt like he would soon break it away from my face.  I didn't protest though.  For all my discomfort, I was enjoying this.  Living out the fantasys that we talk about is a bit part of what keeps us close.  Realizing that in this space, our kinky, selfish and dirty desires are possible and encouraged.  I only worried as it was really starting to hurt.  The zipper and belt was an annoyance.  My shoulders hurt and my chest ached to take a deep breath.  I let him continue though.  I would not ruin this fantasy.  No forcing.  No punishment.  Just fucking his sluts mouth.  No concern for my comfort or need. Owned and Used.

I felt him start to thrust fast and his legs tensed up.  He straightened them over my head allowing me some air space but he thrusted harder now.  I angled my mouth so he had a straight line down my throat and I did my best to tighten my lips around him but not tense my throat.  He went faster and harder now- grunting and cursing at me.  Thrusting into my face so hard that the belt buckle was hitting me and the zipper was scratching me.  I knew he was close and I didn't dare interrupt him now.

Harder.  Faster.  Deeper.  fuck.  More.  Yes Bitch, Take it.

He sunk his cock down into my throat now.  Laying fully on me, and pushing.  I was literally swallowing his cock at this point and he yelled loudly, his thrusts shorter now.  His come pumping so deep into my throat that I didn't taste him.  I also couldn't breathe.  I started to panic as he was not getting up as fast as I was hoping.  He was laying all his weight on my chest and covering my nose and mouth with his crotch.  I started to kick my feet and hit his with my free hands until he finally pulled up off of me.

I gasped out for air.  Sputtering, spit running down my face, sweating and my heart racing.  I turned sideways, coughing and rubbing my jaw.  He pulled me towards him, but I was an ugly mess.  I turned towards his legs but didn't look at him.  My lip was slightly cut.  My face was covered in sweat and spit.  I felt like I had been punched in the face repeatedly.  I was exhausted and felt like I wanted to cry a little bit too.  I wouldn't let him look at me, but I curled up next to him, facing the opposite directions- trying not to show any discomfort or my ugly fucked face.

"Pet?" he said, speaking through breaths, caressing my thigh, "You are everything I could imagine and more.  I love you."

I drifted off to sleep, aching jaw, dirty face and sore throat- and completely contented mind. It was perfect. Just like we talked about.

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