Just Us - #metooplease

Welcome back, readers, to another chapter in the "Just Us" series, following "Just Us - Awakening" and "Just Us - Basic Training". But each story can also stand on its own.

A young woman gets pulled in by an older guy. As she reflects her previous fucking, she's hooked by the new world he's showing her. The sexual encounters with him shatter her old boundaries and help her discover sides of herself she never expected.

If this bothers you, move along. Anyone looking for ultimate, dirty sex won't find it here. And I always value your feedback.

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The ping of my phone pulled me out of my daydream about him. I immediately checked the message, hoping it was from him. And it was.

I was smiling like an idiot and opened it.

"Our first night was so hot. But be prepared, it's going to get worse for you."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. Bring it on 😜."

I wrote back in a second.

"Next time, you'll have to be ready to do whatever I ask 😉😘", he texted.

"I wouldn't want it any other way. I'll be waiting, this is your body, so do with it as you please. Use me. Play with me."

I typed back teasing him.

With him, I really started to figure out my sexuality. Suddenly, all my old inhibitions were gone. I had hidden the bad girl inside me for far too long, afraid a man might see me as a bitch. I was always scared that if I shared those desires, my partner might judge me or think differently about me, questioning my character.

Would he understand how deep my desire runs to be his in every way?

Would he get that I was ready to give myself to him completely, no holds barred?

We had only shared one amazing night together so far, but he was all I could think about. With each passing day, I felt my thoughts increasingly consumed by him.

Honestly, I had thought before about what it would be like to feel him fuck me, but it was so much better than I ever could have dreamed. It was simply phenomenal, the most intense sexual experience of my life.

His tongue felt better than anything I had ever felt before. Never before had a man really licked me, pleasured me orally. With my ex-lovers, it was always just a light touch of their tongues, and only for a relatively short time. I had always expected passion and desire, but in my sexual past, it was just a daydream.

Unfortunately, none of them were royalty when it came to eating pussy.

I would have given them every opportunity, probably even a second chance to mess it up. It felt like my ex-boyfriends, for whatever reason, didn't really want it. Maybe out of inexperience, maybe even reluctance.

To put it simply, I had a serious, classy pussy licking deficit.

With him, that gap was finally closed. I didn't know how, but from the first time, he knew exactly how to play my body, leaving me satisfied. He felt what I wanted and needed.

Now, with these dirty messages on my phone, he was driving me wild all over again. I had never done sexting before, it felt thrillingly new. My mind was on fire, thoughts racing nonstop. At that point, I had no clue that, over the next few years, we would redefine the art of sexting.

"Will you be good and obedient 🍌🌡😉?" he texted.

"Guess you'll have to find out 😘", I typed back.

"I will push you to explore your dirtiest desires and hidden, forbidden needs like you've never dared to before. Just so you know, big challenges await you", he replied, his words like a promise.

I realized this was just the beginning of a whole new world of unknown sexual experiences. I loved our hot, steamy messages, the naughtiness, the dirtiness, it was what really got me going.

"I want you to do something for me before we meet again tomorrow", he texted.

"What is it?" I typed back, curiosity mingling with anticipation. My phone pinged again with an incoming message.

"I'd like you to watch Fifty Shades of Grey. I want to know your thoughts on it before we meet again", he wrote.

"Okay, I'll watch it and let you know what I think", I replied. "You want to tell me something by ordering me to watch it?" I added with a playful smirk.

"I'm curious to see if you can appreciate something a little daring", he replied, "Just so you know, I'm not really into erotic stuff. I'm a good guy, not what you're probably thinking."

"Yeah, that's been pretty clear to me since our night together", I teased back.

I had never seen the movie, just heard a few things about it. A lot of my friends were fascinated by it, about a man educating a woman sexually.

Would this film make me face desires I hadn't even thought about before, even admitted to myself yet?

As soon as I settled in to watch, the sultry atmosphere had me hooked from the get-go. I was immediately pulled into their world, as Christian introduced Anastasia to a lifestyle brimming with passion and exploration. The movie thrilled me, the nudity, the ropes, the tension. Everything.

There was something raw and captivating about it. It made me curious, I was drawn to more than just the romance. I found myself ready to explore for myself what I had seen.

I couldn't help but reflect on my own thoughts about sexual submission. The way Christian challenged Anastasia made me question what I truly desired, awakening emotions I hadn't yet been ready to face. The whole mix of sex, power, control and dominance totally fascinated me.

After the movie ended, I felt this rush of excitement and nerves. I immediately grabbed my phone and fired off a text.

"I watched it. Wooow. It was intense, but strangely exhilarating and exciting. I think I should try it myself, not just watch. If you're open to that...?"

Moments later, my phone buzzed with his reply.

"Are you sure you really want to explore things like that? Maybe there are depths that go way beyond what you saw in the movie", he texted back.

"I know it might be intense," I replied, "But I'm ready to see where it leads, even if it scares me."

I didn't know what his reaction would be.

But then I thought, "Who cares? Why should I be worried? Give a shit. What do I have to lose? Every man is crazy about a woman who says something like this."

I took a deep breath and decided to send another message.

"I'm ready for this. I've been thinking about it more than I want to admit. Do you want to be my Christian Grey?"

I hit send and waited, nervous at the thought of his response. Moments later, my phone buzzed. It was him again.

"No."

WTF. Just that. Not "maybe", "we'll see" or "whatever".

Just a blunt "No."

"What the hell does that mean? How weird is that guy?" I thought.

This unexpected reply caught me off guard. I paused, unsure how to react.

Was he teasing me?

Did he see this as some kind of game, or was he being serious?

"What the...?" I thought. I was practically handing myself over to him, and yet he was saying no? To be honest, I felt disappointed. I quickly typed back,

"Why not? I thought you'd enjoy it", I typed and hit send. I wondered if he would give me an answer that made sense or just leave me more confused than I was before. His response came swiftly.

"I'll explain you everything tomorrow at dinner."

What did he mean by that?

Did he have reasons for his refusal?

I couldn't help but wonder what he would say, and whether it would change everything. Anyway, I would meet him tomorrow in Belgrade. He had organized a flight for me to spend the weekend with him. I went to bed, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the movie.

I smiled as a thought crossed my mind, Maybe I should seduce myself a little, imagining those scenes from the movie and what it'd be like to be in Anastasia's shoes.

Closing my eyes, I pictured myself in her place, feeling every moment as if it were my own. I imagined me being sexually educated, learning to do things I had never done before, stepping beyond my comfort zone.

The movie aroused a strong sexual desire within me, setting my body and mind ablaze. I found myself playing with my pussy, the things Christian did to Anastasia intertwining with my own deepest fantasies.

I imagined him transforming into someone like Christian Grey. I could almost feel the ropes, the tension, and the way his eyes would look at me. The thought of it was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but wonder how far I might be willing to go.

There was no need to rush, no reason to hurry. I had all evening to savor this. This was going to be a sexual fantasy I intended to enjoy to the fullest.

I spread my legs, imagining myself being used and tied.

My mind drifted to the image of my lover standing in front of me, studying my naked body, being my dirty voyeur.

It was only because of him that dirtiest fantasies suddenly popped into my mind. He was, by far, the best lover I'd ever had, pushing me to new heights of pleasure I hadn't imagined before.

He invaded my mind, stirring fantasies of the most erotic things he could do with me. I couldn't even imagine another man, it felt pointless, like a hollow thought. Every inch of me was consumed by him.

Little did I know, the steamiest nights were still ahead, and I was about to plunge deeper into a world I never thought I'd dare to enter.

"I will guide you to the very edge of your desires, and sometimes, beyond", he said on our first night. I couldn't resist him. I didn't want to resist him.

My thoughts spiraled further, filled with visions of fulfilling all his sexual desires.

I wanted him to teach me how to give him everything he wanted. In all honesty, I didn't even own a dildo or vibrator back then, but my fingers weren't bad either.

I was lost in my own adult movie theater, every scene starring him.

Each thought, each fantasy, felt so real, like I was living them instead of just imagining. I was so turned on and soaking wet. I parted my legs wider, allowing him to see the neat slit of my already wet, shaved cunt, ready for his inspection.

"Would it be weird to touch myself next to him?" I thought.

I slid my hand between my thighs and touched myself. My fingers glided to either side of my clit, squeezing gently as my cunt tightened in response. I raised my hips to reach deeper inside me, dragging my wetness across my clit, but my pussy yearned for more. I was slick with desire, lost in thoughts of him.

And it wasn't long before I was rubbing and finger fucking myself while cupping and stroking my boobs with my other hand, imagining what it would be like to have his big cock in my mouth right now.

My pussy was really aching to be nailed, my fingers worked hard for my orgasm, rubbing and penetrating, stretching out my cunt and thrilling my clit as I moaned and whimpered, biting my lip as waves of pleasure washed over me.

I didn't stop, why should I have.

My imagination ran wild as I pictured him on his knees, fully clothed, licking my pussy, slowly opening his pants to take out his cock. The thought of his freakishly big dick filling me up made my snatch flood with my juices. My clit swelled beneath my lust soaked fingers, my breath began to get ragged and thick.

"He will tear you wide open, splitting you!" I whispered to myself.

The thought of giving myself to him completely turned me on all the way down to my toes. My legs opened up wide as this intense sexual fantasy took over me. In my illusion he was now in my room, advancing on me with his completely hard cock, telling me,

"You said I could fuck your virgin ass!"

I shook my head fearfully.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, now get on all four!" he told me.

In my fantasy I only stammered, "O-okay, okay!" dropping to my hands and knees.

He grabbed my hips from behind, then he pushed inside me, not gentle at all. I screamed my lungs when I felt him splitting my ass, the pain was unbearable.

Damn, where did these fantasies come from?

They were never what I wanted.

I was initially shocked when one of my best friends described to me how incredible it felt being fucked in the ass, and since then it had been sometimes on my mind when I masturbated. There was something so dirty about it.

Would I mind doing that with him?

To allow him to deflower me anally?

Did I really want him to always act like a gentleman?

What if I gave him my ass?

However, the more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to try it. I imagined how it would feel to have him taking my anal virginity. My subconscious showed me what my conscious mind refused to accept.

I let out a big breath and shook my head, trying like hell to get that image out of my mind. I pushed the thoughts away, forcing my mind to focus on how he would ravage my pussy.

I imagined him banging me and sucking on my hard nipples. My pussy twitched as I thought how his cock would stretch me open. My juicy cunt was all puffed up and ready for a fucking. I couldn't shake the image of his thick shaft and the tip of his huge cock.

I opened my mouth, hungry for sperm of my own personal Christian Grey. I wanted to obey like an obedient slut, being used only for his pleasure. By now, I was so wet that every movement of my fingers made a smacking sound.

I closed my eyes, imagining him close, his fingers gently tilting my chin up. I could almost hear his voice, commanding yet calm,

"Make me cum with your mouth, let my sperm slide down into your belly, little one!"

Just the thought of it made me eager, ready to be obedient and give in fully to him. I envisioned myself doing exactly what he said, no hesitation, longing for his dick.

In my mind, I saw him guiding his cock to my open lips, telling me,

"Time to swallow now!"

Feeling his jerking movements against my lips, I opened my mouth wider, greedily anticipating what was to come. He was in charge, and I wasn't about to protest.

Then the first spurt of semen shot onto my tongue, followed by jet after jet hitting the back of my throat and filling my mouth. It coated my lips, sliding warmly down my throat as I swallowed with passion.

His hand on my chin guided me to keep my gaze locked on him as I gulped it down, his voice commanding. The taste of it still lingering on my tongue he told me,

"Cum for me, now!"

I could feel him savoring the sight of my surrender and obedience. I was pushing myself toward an orgasm so powerful that it made me shudder, my legs beginning to shake.

The release was intense, the orgasm crashing over me as I imagined myself still sucking desperately for more of his sperm.

"I'll do whatever you want!" I thought to myself, letting out my lust and writhing in ecstasy. Each little twitch on my face brought him joy, and I squeezed my eyes shut until I saw stars.

This was purest pleasure.

Thanks to my exes, I had become very skilled at pleasing myself, without that experience, reaching an orgasm would have been hard to come by.

I wanted to be a truly submissive, naughty little bitch for him. I hoped that this session would satisfy my horniness, but it didn't.

I needed his cock. As I drifted off to sleep, a smile curled on my lips, thoughts of him lingering in my mind.

What did this man have that all the others didn't?

The night was restless, packed with hot dreams, each one more intense and twisted than the last. I kept seeing us together, caught up in it.

By early morning, I was already wide awake, too wired to sleep in.

Woooww, my first flight ever - Banja Luka to Belgrade. I was a mix of nerves and thrill, replaying his words,

"I'll see you at the Hilton."

I went for a classy but understated look, a simple but sexy little black dress, classic black heels, and a matching black thong. Maybe it was a bit overdressed for a flight, but it was perfect for everything that lay ahead.

As I packed my bag, I couldn't help but imagine the luxury of a Hilton hotel. Places like that felt so far removed from my financial reality. Okay, the only thing I knew for sure was that I definitely wouldn't bump into Paris and her friends on the way.

I found myself daydreaming about all the things we might do once I arrived. An hour later, I was already on the plane, sexually charged.

The captain's voice crackled through the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We've reached cruising altitude, the view today is simply stunning. Please keep your seatbelts fastened. We wish you a pleasant flight."

I leaned over to catch a glimpse out the window. Below, a breathtaking patchwork of fields, rivers, and mountains stretched endlessly. A surge of freedom washed over me. Up here I was miles away from all the everyday bullshit and all its constraints, I felt like a new person. I couldn't wait to see where the rest of the day, and this adventure, would lead me.

My thoughts bounced between the past and present.

My life had turned upside down because of him, and it happened so fast - not just in a sexual way. I felt like I had stepped right into Fifty Shades of Grey, the wealthy, influential man guiding me, the inexperienced girl from the countryside, into the world of the rich and famous.

I was just looking forward to a great weekend with him. The whole flight, I couldn't stop picturing him in my mind, banging and licking me in the Hilton. With him, I wanted to give in to all my darkest thoughts, especially the urge to be completely at his command, subject to his wishes. And I'd suck him like a pro, too.

That feeling of a hard cock in my mouth always made me feel amazing and so submissive, especially when I pictured the moment a man ejaculating into my mouth, filling my throat with his sticky cum, forcing me to swallow his sperm without a single complaint.

"Alright, enough with these dirty thoughts now," I told myself.

I had only been to Belgrade twice before, both times just quick stops with no chance to really explore the city. Meeting him there felt like the perfect adventure.

The flight didn't take long, and soon I arrived at Nikola Tesla Airport. Those two famous inventors and electrical engineers, Edison and Tesla, trailblazers back then, pushing boundaries. It was time I did the same, just in a different way.

I breezed through customs and stepped into the arrival hall. That's when I spotted a man holding a sign with my name on it. Totally astonished, I approached him and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

He nodded, a friendly smile spreading across his face, and effortlessly grabbed my luggage, making me feel like a total VIP. For a moment, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in a movie, playing the part of a diva being picked up at the airport, and all eyes were on me.

We walked to the parking garage, where a grey Mercedes was parked. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the back seat. He hopped into the driver's seat, and before I knew it, we were on our way to the Hilton.

It was almost like a deja vu when "Shallow" by Lady Gaga started playing on the car radio. I found myself humming along to the melody. Yeah, there was something else I was searching for, longing for change. Yes, he would train me.

When we arrived, the receptionist greeted me with a warm smile, almost as if she already knew exactly who I was.

"Welcome! The King Suite is ready for you," she said as if it were all perfectly normal. The bellboy took my luggage as we reached the floor and led me down the hallway. He knocked on the door, and when it swung open, there he was again.

A grin spread across his lips, like he had been waiting just for me. I couldn't help but smile back. Like a true gentleman, he stood up as I entered the room and handed me a bouquet of red roses. I just loved how sophisticated he was.

Hungry for each other, we held each other's gaze a little too long. It was just that we both couldn't shake the memory of our first night, the way we'd been fucking our brains out, loosing ourselves in each other.