Bored Slut Meets a Dom Online

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.

Without a warning, he shoved her hard on the floor and she fell backwards onto her elbows. He spun around so that his ass was in her face. He squatted, opening his cheeks as he lowered his ass on her mouth. "Smell it. Take a giant fucking whiff of this, whore" Matt demanded.

Olivia was trembling from a combination of embarrassment and arousal as she moved her face towards his puckered pink asshole. She drew a breath in as she sniffed his ass.

"Closer, bitch. Don't try and act shy now. You're mine for the next hour. I fucking own you, slut. I want you to push your nose into my ass. Smell my insides, bitch." Olivia moaned as she pushed her nose on and into his tight asshole, which circled around her nose. She smelled his musty scent. She could smell soap and sweat. Olivia's pussy started gushing as she stayed in this position a bit longer, breathing in his ass and breathing out through her mouth. "God, you're a whore" he moaned as he gripped her behind the head and shoved her face in further. "Tell me how much you like this, slut. Tell me you like sniffing assholes. Say 'I'm a fucking pig whore' "I love being treated like shit" Matt demanded.

"I'm a fucking pig whore" Olivia repeated, moaning as she did so. "I like to sniff assholes...I love being treated like shit."

"Good whore" Matt continued. "Now open open mouth again. Wide. Stick your tongue out. Clean me out."

Olivia did as she was told, using her flattened tongue to swipe across her master's asshole, and licking his taint in the process.

Next, he had her stick her tongue all the way inside his asshole. Being inside his asshole felt like velvet on her tongue. His ass tasted so good.

"Eat it" Matt demanded. He moved his ass up and down on her face as she munched on his asshole and taint and balls. He pushed her all the way down on the floor, positioned his asshole directly above her and lowered it on her face, resulting in her nose going up his asshole again and her mouth slurping at his taint and balls. "Yeah" he moaned, bobbing up and down on her face. By this point, Olivia had a pool of pussy juice growing around her on the floor. Her face was a mess of spit, makeup and mascara. He moved up, spit strings hanging off his ass cheeks and onto her face. He shoved his massive member down her throat. "Fucking slut. Good for nothing whore. I'm gonna make you regret meeting me, bitch. You won't be able to look in the mirror tomorrow." She struggled to swallow his dick as her throat burned.

"I want you to puke all over my cock, bitch" he muttered.

He withdrew his dick and stood up. "Stay here, cunt." Olivia lay on the floor and waited for him to come back. She saw that he was in the kitchen drinking a large glass of water. He slammed the glass down and walked back over to her. Without warning he spit a mouthful of water on her face. Olivia gasped from the shock of cold water on her face.

He laughed. "Don't worry, slut. I'm about to warm you up..." he grabbed her by the back of the head and positioned her up to her knees. "Open wide" he instructed. Olivia opened her mouth, expecting his hard cock back in her mouth. Instead a stream of piss gushed into her mouth, causing her eyes to widen. She choked on his piss and coughed it up, some of it ending up in her stomach, some of it running down her chin and tits. The warmth and salty bitter taste of his piss caused her pussy to dampen even further. Olivia had never felt so degraded in her life, but simultaneously she'd never been so aroused.

He kept on pissing, staring down at her coldly as he did. "Drink it, whore...you thought I would be taking you out for dinner and drinks. You're here to eat my ass and drink my piss tonight." Olivia stared at him as she gulped down the fluid.

He finished, spun her around, and shoved her hard on the floor onto her stomach so that she was face down in his piss. "Lick it up, whore. I want to see and hear you slurp up my piss"

Olivia began to lick up the puddle that formed around her, sucking up the salty fluid. As she did, he spit on her face and into her hair. "Keep licking, bitch"

As she licked, he stuck several fingers in her asshole, and started to fuck her ass with them. "Guess what, slut?"

"Yes, master?"

"Your pussy is going to be ignored today"

And, again, without any notice, he got on top of her, spread her ass wide and stuck his cock inside her, hard.

"Ugh!" Olivia yelped out in shock and pain. She did not expect him to get so aggressive with her holes. She knew she could use the safe word, but she despite her pain, she was curious about how far he wanted to take this.

One hand gripping her head and pushing it into his piss, he used the other to pull her waist up so that he could fuck into her harder. He kept pulsing in and out, as he rubbed her face into the piss.

"Take my cock bitch. I hope you washed out your ass, because you'll be cleaning me up after I'm done with it" he grunted.

Olivia screamed in pain as he shoved his cock further into her ass. In and out. In and out. Olivia kept screaming and choked on the piss going up her nose and face as Matt wiped her face across the tarp. He would slow down only to speed up again. As he fucked her ass, he repeatedly told her how much of a filthy whore she was.

Just as she was about to tap out, he withdrew his cock, pulled her face into his crotch again, and shoved his cock in her open mouth. Olivia tasted blood and her asshole, which tasted sweet. Matt continued to fuck her mouth and shoved his cock deep down her throat. Olivia kept gagging on his cock.

"Ok, slut...are you ready?" Matt asked, as he pulled his dick out and stared down at her.

"Yes" she gasped.

Matt withdrew his cock and positioned it over her face. "Open your mouth, cunt."

Olivia parted her lips and stuck her tongue out.

Matt started to furiously stroke his cock with his hand. "Here is comes, bitch"

A heavy stream of cum came out of Matt's cock and covered Olivia's face. He shot it straight on her forehead and between the eyes. He yanked her head back as the next few shots went onto her nose and mouth. He finished by shoving his cock down her throat and pumping the rest of his jizz down her throat. Olivia gagged as the warm fluid went down her throat, and struggled to swallow the heavy load. Matt kept his cock in her mouth as she sucked the rest of his cum out and cleaned him off in the process.

With a groan, Matt withdrew his cock and stepped back. Olivia stared up at him with hazy eyes. She was still so incredibly aroused. Matt stared down into her watery red eyes and pushed her back down on her back. With one hand around her throat, he used the other to rub against her clit. Hard. Olivia's body shuddered as Matt kept rubbing her engorged clitoris. It only took him a minute of vigorous rubbing until Olivia's body convulsed in orgasm. Matt held her as her body writhed and shook. Her orgasm was so powerful, Olivia's eyes filled with tears and she gasped for air.

They lay on the floor silently, with Matt gently stroking her hair and kissing Olivia's face, until she stopped quivering.

"How are you feeling?" Matt whispered into her ear, before kissing her cheek.

"Overwhelmed" Olivia sighed. "I feel overwhelmed."

"In a good way?" Matt prodded, concern written over his face.

Olivia stared at him, wide-eyed and enamored. "Yes" she nodded. "I want to see you again."

A smile spread across Matt's face. "I'd love that."

As they lay on the cold and wet tarp, Olivia stared off into space. She was stunned that the sex had turned out so good. She was beyond impressed with Matt and knew that she couldn't wait for Round 2.