Olivia was bored. She had grown accustomed to having mediocre sex and it was making her bored. And miserable. She'd been single for a year when she decided it was time to find the perfect mate to fuck her brains out.
She didn't want the same bullshit relationship...It was all the same: INITIAL physical chemistry, a stale intellectual chemistry, and even worse connection during love-making. Or rather, fucking.
Basically, no matter how hard she tried throughout the years, she couldn't seem to find the right combination of traits to make a long-term commitment.
The search online yielded some fucked up results, but sites were promising: gagging, anal, rimming, bondage, pissing, etc...the catch was that the candidates were promising on paper. When she met them, the chemistry was lacking.
She had success meeting a younger lawyer, who was particularly sadistic and left her body covered in bruises and welts after the first night they fucked. After several months of this "arrangement", however, he started to get too personal and too attached to HER, the person that she was outside of the arrangement. She realized that this was not someone she would stay with after this eventually came to an end, and she left the lawyer brokenhearted. She just wanted a good fuck. She wasn't ready for a serious commitment.
Olivia was TIRED of the same bullshit. Either not connecting with someone sexually but connecting with them on a personal level or connecting too much on a sexual level but lacking any other chemistry. She wanted a good FUCK.
So, her research continued. It was only when she came upon a specific adult only site, Mutual Agreement, that she found a man that seemed to fit her needs. On his profile, he was handsome. Not typical pretty boy handsome, but more like a rugged handsome. Shaggy hair, dark eyes, prominent nose and mouth, and lean fit body. She particularly liked his hands, which looked large and powerful. Powerful enough to grip her around her neck and slap her back into consciousness when he'd decided she had enough. They talked for a few weeks before their first meeting occurred.
The meeting was at a coffee shop. She hoped she made an impression but honestly, she didn't try that hard. Given that they met at a local coffee shop, Olivia decided on baggy sweatpants and casual crop top. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she didn't bother to wear makeup. She even gave up on putting her contacts in and opted for glasses.
When she finally met Matt to discuss her Dos and Don'ts, she was struck by how much more attractive he was in person. Certainly not the type of guy who would be on a website like that!
They discussed reasons for joining the site. They were surprised that their stories aligned. None of their partners understood their sexual proclivities and both were tired from trying to make relationships "work" despite significant differences in sexual preferences.
"You don't look like someone who would be into all this...stuff" Matt stated after they sat down for coffee. As he sipped his coffee, his eyes lingered on hers.
"Why is that?" Olivia asked.
"You're gorgeous and have a good head on your shoulders. It's hard to believe that you're having a hard time finding someone to give you the...errm...treatment, that you desire" he explained.
Olivia rolled her eyes. "You'd be surprised!" She scoffed.
They talked a bit about their work. Matt was intrigued to learn that she worked at a rehabilitation center. His genuine interest in her life outside of their "arrangement" made her a bit uneasy, but also enhanced the attraction she felt for him. Olivia learned that Matt had his own carpentry business, which explained his muscular arms.
They decided to meet again, prior to the official start of their arrangement.
This time, Olivia wore a tight white tank top, a short denim skirt and flip flops, opting for a casual look. Her waist length brown hair silky straight, cascaded down her back. When Matt walked into the coffee shop, she could read his face that he appreciated the casual but sexy look.
"Wow" Matt stated when he sat down across her. "You look incredible. If I wasn't excited before, I am definitely excited now."
"Thanks" Olivia responded, flipping her hair behind her shoulder and flashing a beautiful smile.
Olivia always made it a point to meet twice before starting, just to gauge if the attraction was still there.
Before they parted ways, she provided him with a list of additional activities she was open to trying, with the last sentence as follows: "I want to be pushed to my limit. Degrade me, and treat me like your thing."
Her only safe word was STOP. If she was bound and gagged, shaking her head twice acted as the safe word. Everything was planned for.
She had strict instructions to wear plain black panties and bra. He suggested they not be expensive as they may get ruined in the process. She acquiesced.
They met at a hotel because she did not feel comfortable meeting at either of their places. A hotel made it more "professional" and they'd be less inclined to cuddle after.
He gave her an address and GPS took her to the place, which was not far from her own apartment. She wore a short wrap dress and flip flops to make the transition to underwear as seamless as possible. Her hair was left down and her makeup was lightly applied. No reason to leave looking like she had black eyes after.
Finally, she located the room. She would finally get fucked. She knocked on the door.
The door opened and Matt appeared. "Hey" he said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.
"Hey!" She said, stomach full of butterflies. As she stepped in, she saw the room was dimly lit. The room was clean and there was a tarp laid out on the floor. He was bare chested and was only wearing black sweatpants.
Before she could take another step, his strong hands were around her neck. He slammed her against the closed door, cutting off her circulation. As she struggled to breathe and her knees buckled, he started to suck on her lips. Keeping his eyes open and staring into her widened scared eyes, which were starting to water, he traced her top lip with his tongue. Then, her bottom lip, pausing to stick his tongue into her gaping mouth. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, he released his grip and steadied her with one hand around her waist and the other caressing her face. Then, without notice, he slapped her across the face. The right side of her face stung from the unexpected blow, and started burning with pain. He spit on her pink cheek and slapped it again. Harder, this time. Then he continued to kiss her mouth, guiding her lips with his. As they kissed, he peeled off her clothes until she stood naked.
The combination of roughness mixed with gentleness was surprising to Olivia. She did not expect to be enjoying it this much. She was instantly aroused that he was in charge of how soft he wanted the interaction to be.
He moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. One hand gripping her hair, he pulled her towards the tarp. Olivia crawled behind him, her body shaking with adrenaline and excitement.
Once on the tarp, he prompted her back to her knees and pulled her face into his crotch. "Take them off" He instructed. Olivia moved her hands up to the waistband, and was stunned when Matt delivered another slap to her face. "With your mouth, whore!"
Olivia slid her mouth across his pant leg and bit down on the soft fabric. She pulled the pants down with her teeth until his hard cock emerged above the pantline. Olivia's thighs were trembling with arousal as she came face to face with the most perfect cock she'd ever seen. Without pause, he grabbed the back of her head, and jerked it back so she was looking up at him.
"Open your mouth" he instructed. She did as she was told. A wad of spit landed into her open mouth, followed by his hard cock thrusting inside and mounting in and out of her mouth. He fucked her mouth, moving her head around as he wished, poking her cheek with his dick, shoving it deep down her throat and only withdrawing when her body started to convulse. Spit trailed down her chin. She struggled to gasp but only gurgling and the sound of gagging came through her mouth.
He sharply withdrew his cock. As she gulped in some air, he shoved his dick back down her throat, deep down her gullet, causing the outline of his cock to appear in her throat. She stared up at him, tears trailing down her face, mascara smudges on her cheeks. He stared down at her with a cold expression on his face. "Gargle bitch" He muttered, then swished some spit around his mouth and spat in her face. The spit landed on her forehead and trailed down into her right eye, gluing the lashes together as she stared at him through her wet eyes. She kept gurgling the spit that enveloped around his dick as he thrust in and out of her mouth and down her throat. This went for another five minutes. She started to taste blood on the back of her throat as it grew raw from the pounding it was receiving.
Just as she thought she would have to tap out, he withdrew his dick and started to rub his giant balls on her face, smearing what little makeup she had on. The pubes on his balls scratched across her face as she struggled to see and breathe through the smothering.
"Lick" He instructed. She stuck her tongue out and licked at the balls sitting on her face. "Suck" She did as she was told, slurping on both balls that he shoved into her mouth.
