An irl experience of CnC and trickery with a jolly little sub
Quite some years ago I was going on dates and having sessions with this lovely nerdy bubbly girl I met on fetlife. Who.. I can only describe as a bubbly human who lowkey seemed to be a fairy and forest creature, but also just so so innocent and sweet, so so nerdy, but also secretly not innocent at all and into some kinky fuckery. š
She had lighter short hair. Was slightly taller or similar height, but weight-wise was definitely lighter than me. (Giving us lots of fun opportunities for me to manhandle her and throw her around or crush her with my weight.) She also had an extremely colorful clothing-style that would always make me smile and chuckle. Where I would dress in mostly darker clothing, she would only wear bright color. Such a funny contrast donāt you agree?
We had met up a few times. Had done sessions together. And even went to a geeky convention together at one point. Until she had to move countries for her studies and we stopped being in contact. No hard feelings at all! And if weād meet again there would most probably be lots of laughter and catching up to do.
I remember one particular session fondly. One focused on CnC, trickery and darker play. Again, fully consented, pre-discussed and fully (std)tested.
Prior to this session we had discussed the possibility of unprotected sex without oneās knowledge. Just a CnC-scene when somebody lies about having on a rubber, or even taking one off secretly and without warning. Filling up the poor victims pussy with cum. Only making her realize when it was far too late.
It was something we felt both aroused by. Just this morbid curiosity lingered around this subject. Both felt this would be oh so wrong. And perhaps thatās why we both craved it oh so much. But how could we pull this off? Safely. With consent. While keeping that feeling of real surprise? Well we decided on giving me the full power (and her consent) to surprise her with this act whenever I deemed fit. I didnāt need to tell her my plans prior to the session. Not even during. She trusted me fully, as I had earned her trust over time.
Still, it felt like a big task! Even though she had reassured me plenty of times. And even given me more than enough reminders of her trust and consent. There was still that little voice in the back of my head that kept saying āwhat if this goes wrong? What if I hurt her feelings?ā. Still some concerns about Dom-dropping afterwards lingered in my mind. Making me slightly worried about the approach we were taking. I wonāt go into too much details of the whole process of negotiation, reassurance and pre/aftercare that made this scene possible.
I just wanted to give you a little glimpse of reality; as much as I could write all about the hot and steamy CnC scenes without mentioning these thoughts or worries. And portray play rough. Violent. Mysterious. Hot. And fully focused on forceful action and happy endings. That retelling would have just been too one sided. Because reality is, that exploring this kink takes a lot of trust. A lot of talking. A lot of reassurance. A lot of aftercare and vulnerability from both. There are times where I worry about a partners headspace or reasoning prior to a CnC-scene, so I pull out of playing just in case. Just to make sure thereās no actual harm done to the person. Other times I experience heavy drop after a scene, and feel miserable all around after. Riddled with guilt or worries overtaking my thoughts for a bit. Long story short. Exploring kink takes a lot of considerations. About yourself. And your partner. It takes clear and honest communication. Being aware of each otherās body-language, needs, emotions, limits and so forth. It takes proper aftercare. And at times causes stress, worries, drops or other negative feelings. So properly looking after one another and understanding your person is crucial to helping each other land softly after play, but also reassure them prior.
Anyway! The scene! We had some minor play moments between these conversation and thƩ scene. She most probably kept hoping it would happen. I needed a bit more time, and was also hoping that doing a session or two without it happening would catch her off-guard even more when it did.
On the day of the play we did a mix of things. Some light impact play. Some cock/foot worship, as she knelt before me for like an hour while massaging and kissing my feet, sniffing my cock and cockwarming me, while I wrote erotica on my phone and completely recharged and unwinded. Eventually shooting my first load deep down her fucking throat. I canāt recall the things we did in between that. Most probably some rough fun, lightly humiliating things or acts of service. Eventually we ended up fucking roughly. On the floor. Against the wall. And on the bed of this hotel-room that we had booked.
I remember me having mounted her. Hands wrapped around her fucking throat. Eyes glazed over. Big smile on her face. Her legs up in the air and leaning against my shoulders as I had pushed my full body weight onto her. Slamming into her pussy again and again. As she was pinned down. Without any way to go. Nowhere to escape. She wasnāt trying to escape. She wanted it. She needed it more. As I pounded into her tight little pussy. Sweat dripping from my wet body onto hers.
And thatās when the thought popped into my mind. āNow is the time.ā
I flipped her around easily and pulled out of her. Pushing her head into the bed with one hand, while smoothly pulling her ass back and into position by her hips. Positioning where I wanted her. However I wanted her. She moaned and whined into the bed. Barely able to breathe. Confused and aroused. Pussy soaked and dripping. Thatās when I took a moment to rub my (condom wrapped cock) against her clit, but secretly used this movement to start to roll the rubber down a bit. Just pushing a finger in between the tight material to create some space. Making it easier to secretly pull it out without her knowing.
āYou want it donāt you little slut. You moaned like such a bitch in heat. Bet your pussy feels empty without my cock. Bet it craves being ruined by my fucking cock. Should I let you cum again? Maybe you should rub your clit later, while I pound your hole? Or should I just keep enjoying this slutty hole for myself.ā I groaned in her ear. My sweet dirty talk making her whimper in desperation.
I then out of nowhere pushed my cock inside of her. One rough push. Like a jab. Just all the way in. No further thrusting. She moaned. Then I pulled out. Waited for a few seconds. Then slammed back in. Kept still.
To her this act might have felt like my usual teasing. Just denying her the fucking she craved. Giving her pleasure, but not enough. Purposely toying with her. Reality is, that this was part of my plan. What I did was position my hand on her ass and near her pussy. With my thumb aiding my cock in and hovering at the edge of her cunt. Every time Iād slam my dick inside her, Iād make sure my thumb was hovering in a position where- when Iād pull out my finger would clip against the entrance of the condom. (That thicker bit at the entrance you know?) And pull it off a little bit. So every slow thrust and pull, was so that it was easier for me to aim it so that it would brush against my thumb in a way that I was slowly rolling the rubber off without her noticing.
But obviously there is a point where she WILL start noticing. Because a majority of the condom is starting to slip off my cock. And dangle around like a snake ready to finish shedding. Well to avoid her noticing this, I leaned back, pulled my cock out and quickly grabbed my musky worn boxers from the other side of the bed, before leaning in and fully covering her face with the fabric.
āYou are such a filthy little slut arnāt you?! You got so fucking wet sniffing my cock earlier. Here. Sniff my boxers. They stink of man. Stink of dick. Bet it makes your cunt ache.ā I hissed in her ear, while she moaned and whined in delight.
As her face was covered. As she was huffing and sniffing the fabric. I used this moment to push her ass down. Position her completely flat on her stomach. While landing onto her with my full body weight. Still rubbing the boxers on her face. And, while I slammed onto her, quickly yanking the condom fully from my cock and placing it slightly behind me for later use.
This moment alone felt so fucking wrong. My heart was pounding. It felt so real. So wrong. I had slipped it off without her noticing. Did she suspect anything I wondered? Maybe she did! Regardless it was fun. It felt wrong, real and hot as I started rubbing my exposed tip against her bare pussy for the first time. Pushing inside of her fast and deep until I was fully bottomed out inside of her.
My mouth opened and a primal gasp escaped my lips. She moaned, louder than ever before. I let go of my boxers. She caught the fabric and kept sniffing it. I wrapped an arm around her throat. Keeping her in place. As I pounded away deep and hard at her raw little pussy. The feeling of immorality. The idea that she did not know. That I tricked her in this scene. It all felt so fucking wrong. And so fucking hot. And too fucking much. It canāt have been longer than 5-8 minutes of roughly fucking her pussy raw, when I felt my urge to cum. She was moaning loudly. Like an animal in heat. I was groaning, calling her filthy names and sharing my dirty thoughts. Telling her I needed to cum. That I was close. She kept urging me to cum. Telling me to use her as a cumdump.
Thatās when I leaned back and grabbed the condom from the bed. I then forced the condom in her hand. Before wrapping my hands around her small wrists. Even though I could not see her face at this point. I felt the moment she noticed and understood what she was holding. What had happened. A shudder went through her body. She tried to move her hands about, but I had her pinned down beneath me.
āNO! STOP! Pull out!ā She screamed, her voice still revealing a hint of arousal, but also fear.
There was a split second where I worried. Thoughts of consent. Check-ins. Trust. And not wanting to harm her, all flooded into my mind at once. But then I realized her push her ass against me more. Her upper body was flailing and such. But she was pushing herself into me. Begging to get filled up. Showing me her true intentions.
āItās not safe! Please! Please!ā She yelped.
I knew it was safe. She was on birthcontrol. Her words only reassuring me more. So I started slamming into her harder. My fat veiny cock ruining her soaked pussy. Growling into her ear as I told her to shut up and take it. Telling her I was going to cum inside her cunt. As I pushed my dick all the way inside and started cumming. A beastlike howl escaping my lips. As I held her down by force, before collapsing onto her.
āNononononononoono!ā She said loudly. Her words mumbling into one loud moan. As she felt me pump my nut in her against her well.
We both collapsed. Sweaty. Tired. And out of breath.
āAre you okay?ā I said while catching my breath. She affirmed she was okay and as I rolled next to her (onto my back) she instantly got up and crawled between my legs. Gently holding onto my softening cock, kissing me, licking me, cock-cleaning me in her mouth and caressing my body. She then looked up at me with caring eyes. Only taking my dick out of her mouth to reassure me.
āYou did great sir! You didnāt do anything wrong! That caught me offguard exactly how I wanted it. You still fully have my consent. Rhat was so fucking hot! I really enjoyed myself! How are you feeling? Is there anything I can do?ā She said, before going back to gently sucking on my cock. Bringing me a warm smile on my face as I let out a sigh of relieve, closed my eyes for a moment and reached my hand out to gently play with her hair.