Tags: Fsub, Mdom, Fdom, Submission, Blackmail, Control, Surrender, Bondage, Sadism, Oral, MF, MFF,
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any character similarities with real people, living or dead, or to real places or events is entirely coincidental. All fictional participants are over the fictional age of 18. Consent is sexy. Probably don't try this at home.
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I studied diligently for all of my school years. Forgoing many parties and weekends away, and revising consistently and methodically ahead of every exam. Academic study didn't really come naturally to me, but I worked hard and I had inspirational teachers that helped. And, frankly, I was never very sociable, even as a younger girl, so maybe studying was an excuse sometimes.
At 20 I started university, with the vision of becoming a teacher myself, and four years later I got my Licentiate. I still prize that accomplishment the most. I've been teaching at the same University for nearly 2 years now.
And now there's a cloud hanging over everything I've worked for, all those years.
I met Marco (and, later, Flora too), in the tapas bar a couple of corners away from my apartment. The clientele there is mostly older, and mostly regulars that I know by sight if not by name. As a single woman it's a welcoming place for a modest dinner and a couple of drinks.
All this is to say that what follows is not my normal behaviour. I'm an introvert. I've had few relationships, and fewer sexual partners. I don't do hookups or one-night-stands. It's not who I am. Or who I was, anyway.
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On the evening of my 27th birthday, at the tapas bar, Marco struck up conversation with me over huevos rotos. It was Friday night, my birthday, and I was in an extravagant mood. I hadn't seen him at the bar before. He was easy to talk to, funny, and confident. We talked about trivial things until the bar was preparing to close up. At nearly midnight he walked me back to my apartment, with a clear but unspoken shared expectation.
Inside Marco pulled me to him, and kissed me - delicately at first, but with passion too. I'd not felt these things for so long. The delicacy was quickly overwhelmed by the passion, and I kissed him back with the same urgency.
He turned me around and with one hand on my throat his other hand undid my dress - shucking it down over my arms and tugging it over my hips. He tilted my head back to his shoulder and breathed such carnal things in my ear. I could feel the stubble on his chin grazing my neck. His thick voice barely contained his intentions. I was practically naked, under the control of a man I'd only met that night. I put up no resistance whatsoever.
He took me to the kitchen table and bent me over it. Positioning me as he wanted. My arms were spread in surrender, my face turned to the side, and his hand pressed my back down to pin me in place on the tabletop. He tapped my heels with his foot, to have me spread my feet, each in turn, opening my legs for him. His free hand pulled my panties to the side. In one solid motion he entered me. I was way beyond wet, and his cock speared straight into me, opening me and filling me a single movement. I could feel myself stretch around him, my body unaccustomed to this. He claimed me that night. There was no more delicacy to it. He fucked me, long and hard. For his enjoyment, and by pure coincidence that was my enjoyment too. He pounded into me remorselessly, and I did nothing but grunt and moan. When he finally swelled inside me I was too soaked to even feel his cum mingling with my wetness. I've never orgasmed from penetration alone, and that time was no different.
Afterwards, as his breathing was still settling, he stepped back and tugged my panties down. Lifting my feet to let him take them took as much energy as I had left. He stood behind me, with one hand on the small of my back, and his cock, heavy and sticky, on my backside. He took each arm and folded them to the small of my back, and then bound my wrists as best he could with the belt from his trousers. Resistance never entered my mind now.
He pulled me by my hair to stand, and walked me into the living room. He knelt me on a cushion, and I slumped while I watched him strip himself naked. His body was solid and lightly muscled, not lean but not soft either. And then he dropped heavily onto the couch in front of me, and he used my hair to pull my mouth to his cock. I admit that I willingly sucked him clean, lavishing my tongue over him. I was delirious and still on edge. I ached. I sensed him reaching for something on the table, but when I realised it was his phone and that he was taking pictures, I didn't look away. I looked directly at the camera with my mouth stretched out to an O by his cock, his hand holding my hair away from my face. He pulled me down onto it, pushing more into my mouth, and still I looked up to the camera as he took more photos. I have never been so wanton.
He'd laid me on my back, with my arms trapped uncomfortably behind me, and took me again. My body allowed him, even welcomed him. From above he pumped himself into me, pausing from time to time to catch his breath and delay his release. I would have held his gaze, but my eyes were half closed and rolling. He flipped me onto my knees, my cheek pressed to the rough rug beneath me, and used the belt on my wrists to move my body backwards and forwards on him. Slowly, at times, easing in and out. Dragging out the inevitable. Sometimes he pushed deep and rested, unmoving, just to occupy me and bathe in the sensation of it.
I was his until well after the sun had risen the following morning. I did eventually get my release, but by then it wasn't even a priority to me, much less to him.
At some point he'd moved me to my bed, and that's where we woke in the middle of Saturday morning.
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I wasn't a virgin that previous night, and I'm no prude, but I've never been taken like that before. From the moment we were in the apartment it was just raw, animalistic, and devoid of every nicety of modern society. I was an object that he used for his enjoyment, and I in turn enjoyed being that to him. He possessed me - not against my will, but regardless of it.
When I woke my body ached. My jaw and throat. Between my thighs felt almost bruised, but as the memories flooded back I could feel my nipples stiffen and I was getting wet again.
His hand reached out and tousled my hair. He was already awake.
"Bom dia. I'm going to shower while you make us some coffee."
We sat at the same table we'd started at last night, the significance of that wasn't lost on me. He was freshly washed, and with a relaxed manner, and confidence in his smile. He was as handsome as I remembered..
"Do you have plans for the day, Carmen? If not, let's go out for lunch."
