Learning My Place

There was an intoxicating scent of sweat and desperation in the air that mixed with the constant moaning from my girlfriend that only made me want to pound her harder. She was on all fours on the bed as I relentlessly fucked the shit out of her, her ass blushing a deep shade of red from the whipping that I just gave her. As I started grasping the riding crop in my hand more tightly in preparation for another slap, it suddenly crossed my mind how quickly this had come — or rather, how quickly I had come (no pun intended).

My mother once told me to avoid so-called “impure” women. She also told me Santa Claus was real. Not to say she lost all credibility when I realized the deception, but her guidance had that much less weight by the time I met my current girlfriend, the sort of woman she definitely wouldn’t approve of.

It was a dull, grey, November afternoon and I was sitting in a coffee shop, reading a book after having finished some work. She approached my table right out of left field with a forwardness that would make even the most confident man blush; if that was the goal, she succeeded admirably as she drew my gaze towards her the moment she opened her mouth.

“Hey,” she said. “I…thought you were kinda cute, so I just had to talk to you. How’re you doing?”

I choked on my drink for a bit at the suddenness of her compliment. Still though, I regained my composure and wiped my mouth before clamoring out with, “I-I’m doing okay. Yourself?”

She chuckled for a bit; I could’ve sworn there was a subtle blush on her face too, but it disappeared just as quickly as it arrived. “I’m doing okay too. I’m sorry if I might’ve interrupted you – ”

“No. Not at all. I’m on break.”

She took the seat across from me and offered her hand, which I shook — maybe a little more enthusiastically than I intended; I gazed into her dark-green eyes and then took in in the rest of her appearance; she had her blonde hair tied into a ponytail and she was a little shorter than me. She wore a loose-fitting white hoodie and some grey sweatpants.

We went on to talk much longer than we planned to; where I expected awkwardness, we ended up building rapport pretty quickly, like we were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years.

I sighed. “So, to be honest…this is new to me. I’ve never been approached before.”

“I figured I’d break gender roles,” she explained. “My friends always told me to be more confident, so I took it a step further and made a leap of faith.”

“I’m Brendon, by the way,” I blurted out.

“Michelle,” she responded. “What’re you up to after this?”

“I was planning on heading home after finishing this chapter. You?”

“I can’t say.”

A bit of a pause ensued, and I had a feeling that this was deliberate on her part, especially considering that her eyes went from glancing at the cover of my book to scanning me again.

“I’d love to talk about that book you’re reading. But I still have class in a few minutes anyway,” she said. “Do you…think I could have your number? Socials work too.”

“Yeah. Sure. Can you hand me your phone?”

We exchanged numbers right then and there before parting ways. The next several days were spent in a back-and-forth that neither of us found an easy time breaking from. At the same time, I also very much wanted to see her again, but never quite found the right words. And just when I’d lost hope that I would ever move this relationship forward, she took the initiative again when she asked me out; she already even had a place in mind.

We met for lunch at a ramen restaurant, and we took our seats at a booth, me sitting next to her. We then talked some more about plans for the weekend, how we were doing at work…the usual small talk. And then the sudden rug pull of a question she shot me.

“So. How do you like sex?” she asked.

“W-What?” I stuttered out as I choked on my drink a little. “Sorry…what was that?”

“How do you like sex?” she repeated. “Vanilla? Or maybe a little more experimentation?”

I stopped and thought back for a moment at all my past sexual experiences; not to say they were vanilla by any means, but they weren’t necessarily kinky either. At least, not at the level of kink that Michelle ended up showing me.

“I read a few books, tried it out a few times with an ex of mine…S&M is a major kink of mine. Especially when I’m on the receiving end…God!”

“S&M?”

“Ropes, blindfolds, gags, whips, riding crops…the whole nine yards,” Michelle went on. “I like it when I’m at my partner’s mercy.”

To say I was speechless and confused wouldn’t even begin to cover it. My mother always taught me the following: never hit a woman, treat her like a princess, open the door for her, pull out a chair for her…all manner of chivalry that we see so often in film and TV. And now, here I am, talking to this gorgeous woman named Michelle, who’s telling me that she likes the exact opposite of those lessons (in the bedroom anyway).

“I see you’re new to all this,” Michelle said. “I’m guessing you’re more of a vanilla kind of guy?”

“No, no,” I interrupted her. “But…I don’t know.”

“You’re curious. I get it.”

“But –”

“I was kind of in the same spot like you once. The way my boyfriend described it all, it felt intimidating at first. Look, I’ll take you to my place and show you.”

I didn’t want to admit it, but she was right that I was curious about all this. I wanted to know what this would involve specifically. There’s a certain, undeniable charm about doing the opposite of what parents tell you.

Before I knew it, she and I were standing in her bedroom, a whole collection of BDSM stuff laid out on her bed, the irony of which was not lost on me at all — a variety of black and red S&M gear laid out on a pure, white bed, golden curtains hanging behind it.

“So, what do I –”

“I want you to use those on me,” she said. “Got it?”

“Oh.”

“I’ll teach you. Let me just position myself on the bed.”

Michelle got on the bed before getting on all fours on the mattress, her ass spread out for me in full view; to say it was tempting would be an understatement. It was round, well-shaped, not big per se, but tight, something any man would appreciate.

“Slap it,” she said simply.

“With that?”

“You choose.”

I shifted my gaze to the collection of implements before me; they felt so alien and medieval all at once. Wanting to start slow, I settled on a paddle. I grasped it and caressed it along her left ass cheek and noticed a shiver run up her spine.

“Teasing me, huh?” she remarked. “Were you acting this whole time?”

“No. Just getting familiar with…all this,” I responded. I then raised the paddle in the air.

SLAP!

The sound echoed around the bedroom; Michelle playfully yelped, and it seemed evident that she was really absorbed into this kind of thing. As I watched her left ass cheek shift into a darker shade of pink, I felt a subtle twitch of my cock. Along with this, there was a stiffening sensation that crawled up to my head, and my heart beat faster than usual. It was as if I had won my first game of Chess with a checkmate in just ten moves. And I only wanted more.

“Again, daddy!”

There was that word — daddy. It sweetened the atmosphere in the room and it was right then and there that I knew exactly what to do, as though I had been a sleeper agent the whole time and this hot-as-fuck girlfriend of mine had finally discovered the trigger phrase necessary to wake me up.

I raised the paddle again and struck her ass; at this point, I couldn’t tell which came out louder: the sound the paddle made as it struck her, or the scream she made. Either way, it slowly dawned on me that she really did want this as a visible wet spot grew on her panties.

“See? There you go, daddy,” said Michelle, panting. “Just let go and listen to what you want. I can take it.”

It was at this point that I completely let go of myself, to the point where I slowly got into autopilot, just letting my mind — my conscience — take a back seat. I undid my belt and hastily pulled down my pants and out sprang my cock. She chuckled at the sight of the slight bouncing, though I shushed her just as quickly.

“Hey!” I warned her. “Be a good girl and suck me off.”

“Oh? Now you figured out what you want?”

“Suck it,” I snapped. “And no. I finally got comfortable not giving a fuck about what you might think. Now, suck my cock.”

Michelle was quick to act and took me into her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine. She then started bobbing her head slowly as she allowed her throat to adjust to my size; while I wasn’t massive by any stretch of the word, I was decently sized enough for her to at least act impressed, as far as I knew. Meanwhile, I felt her tongue brush up against the underside of my shaft, her gaze remaining fixed on mine as her throat slowly became accustomed to my girth.

“There you go. That’s right,” I said. “Suck me off, just like that, and don’t you fucking stop.”

“Mm-hm,” Michelle agreed through the mouthful of my dick going in and out of her mouth at a gradually faster pace. As she took me deeper down her throat before pulling back for a breather, I noticed my shaft glisten from the drool she left behind as she sucked me off vigorously.

“Mouth-watering, huh?” I said. “You like that?”

“Mm-hm,” she merely responded. She soon enough took me deeper. And deeper. I winced as she ended up taking me all the way to the back of her throat.”

“Hrgh! Grgh Hrghhh!”

“Fuck!”

She held me there for several seconds, even slapping my ass as encouragement to grab her head too, which I gladly obliged; I dug my fingers into tufts of her hair and held on like I was grasping the reigns to ride a horse. Her throat, meanwhile, was wet, moist…practically beyond all words to describe the intoxicating sensation. The feeling subsided just as quickly though when I had to pull back; she slapped my ass again to prompt me to release her, and when I did, she breathed hard and spat some more all over my glistening, still-fully-erect cock.

“Okay,” she said, her voice raspy. “That was intense. Secondly, you’re big.”

“Not my fault,” I said. “Keep sucking. Or I’ll make you.”

“Hey, wait,” she said, pausing me in the middle of my act — or rather, release of my otherwise true self that I had kept sedated for years until now.

“First,” she continued. “You’re doing…great.”

“But?”

“Maybe you could be…a little more…subtle?”

“Subtle?”

“You know.” Michelle started grasping my hands and placed them on the back of her head, then started prompting me about being more gentle in my grasp.

“– the point I’m trying to make is that you can’t just order her around and use her however you like,” she went on. “You have to incentivize her. Give her a reason to respect you. Praise her.”

“Oh. Um…good girl?”

Michelle chuckled; fortunately, I was composed enough to not react in embarrassment, though I deeply hoped she didn’t notice the slight blush across my face. Still, I played along.

“You can’t say it like that,” she said. “You need to be more…assertive.”

SLAP!

Michelle yelped. I mustered as much demand to the best of my ability, thinking back on that one time that I threw a tantrum over the McDonald’s ice cream machine being broken.

“Sorry, honey. But the woman at the register said the ice cream machine was broken.”

“I want ice cream now!”

My memory shifted back to the present quickly enough; I had my hand raised to Michelle’s ass in preparation for another slap.

“Good girls earn that title,” I said. “Now suck my cock better, slut.”

“Ooh! Daddy!”

Michelle put my cock back in her mouth and she started taking me deeper down her throat, massaging my shaft with her tongue as strings of drool hung down her chin. I groaned and moaned in approval, and this only seemed to turn on my girlfriend even more as she snaked her hand down her body before masturbating her pussy through her panties.

Despite the godsend of a blowjob she gave me — her head bobbing up and down as she took me down her throat each time, her tongue continuing to tease me mercilessly — I decided that I didn’t quite want to shoot my load yet, so I pulled out. Right as I retreated from her talented mouth, there was something of a “pop” sound that echoed in the bedroom.

“Woah!” she yelped, chuckling. “I had no idea I was sucking you that hard.”

“I’ve had enough of your mouth,” I said. “I don’t plan on cumming just yet.”

Michelle leaned in, listening to me attentively while she ran her tongue along her lower lip, as though she wanted me to put myself back in her mouth. But I refused to give her the satisfaction.

“Lay back on the bed. Now,” I snapped.

My girlfriend followed my command just as quickly as I gave it and she laid back on the bed, even spreading her legs for me as though she immediately knew what I wanted.

“Come on!” she taunted me. “You can’t just order her around. And missionary is so…vanilla.”

I scoffed. But Michelle pressed on.

“Just…use my body,” she continued. “Surprise me.”

I had to admit, she did make a fair point there; a dog is only as effective as its bite. So, I pinned her down on the bed and made out with her greedily, manipulating her lips with my own while I tackled her tongue with mine. Meanwhile, I allowed my hands to explore every inch of her body before reaching for her breasts to massage them. I then slid my right arm down to her pussy to massage it and the moment it became obvious to me how soaked she was, I then retreated from the kiss before turning her around to make her lay on her stomach.

“Oh God!” she yelped, chuckling. “You were so…passive earlier. Now, look at you.”

“Just following my instincts,” I remarked. “Lift your ass up for me.”

“I said –”

SLAP!

Another moan escaped her lips when I slapped her ass; still though, she obeyed and lifted up her ass, even taking the time to spread her cheeks and give me full view of her pussy and asshole. Seizing the opportunity, I peeled off her panties, leaned in, and planted my mouth at her entrance to give her a taste, my tongue darting out my lips and then teasing her folds, lightly prodding against her.

“Oh! Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “What…what are you doing to me?”

“Just putting your lessons into practice,” I quipped. “Maybe you should just stop asking so many questions and just let Daddy control the situation, sweetie.”

“Fuck!”

I gradually became more intense with each passing second as I ate her out, my tongue prodding against her pussy while I played with her clit with my index finger. All the while, I grew to be rather intoxicated with her taste — more intoxicated than I let on anyway. Soon enough, I practically had my tongue buried in her pussy, feeling her tighten around me as she got closer to orgasm.

“H-Hey! Wait…f-fuck!”

I was merciless and kept going at it; I then shifted my index finger into straight-up fingering her while I kept eating her out, my nose positioned just below her asshole. And then within seconds, she climaxed; her juices came squirting out before covering my face and lips. But I didn’t care and took it like the dominant man she molded me into. Once her orgasm subsided, I pulled back again and started kissing her neck and down her back as she convulsed from the residual intensity of her orgasm. Despite being reduced to a heavily panting dog in heat, her tongue just hanging out her mouth, I still wanted more.

“Hey,” I said. “You know that I still haven’t cum yet, right?”

Michelle nodded ever so slightly; that was enough of a go-ahead for me as I then positioned my cock at her entrance, lightly thrusting in and out to help her adjust to my girth.

“Oh, come on!” she protested. “Just do it already, Daddy. Fuck –”

“Calling me ‘Daddy’ now? Isn’t that new?”

“Just do it!”

Deciding that she had been teased enough, I plunged deep inside her until I had my whole length buried in her cunt. At that point, I thrusted slowly, allowing her residual juices to help me stay lubricated as I fucked her. Meanwhile, a flurry of expletives escaped her mouth, and it almost seemed that her moans were slowly becoming cries of pain from the sheer girth of my cock. Still, I pressed on, and she only further encouraged me.

“Yes! Fuck! There you go!” she said. “Just…fucking use me. Fuck!”

I started thrusting even faster, the more lubrication she gave me with her natural juices, as well as the more turned on I became; here I was fucking her while I had her ass cheeks in full view; if that can’t be considered more impressive than the view of the Eiffel Tower, I don’t know what could.

Eventually, we reached a point where I fucked her so hard that there was an audible sound of my thighs and her ass slapping together that echoed around the bedroom. Not to mention, the cacophony of grunts and moans that escaped our lips whilst we banged like there was no tomorrow; still, we didn’t care and only banged more vigorously with each passing second.

“F-Fuck yeah!” Michelle cursed through gritted teeth. “Mess me the fuck up and don’t stop.”

SLAP!

This time, I slapped Michelle somewhere different, and I achieved the desired effect when I noticed the subtle goosebumps forming on her skin. Off to the right side of her torso was a patch of skin that slowly turned pink.

“F-Fuck! What is up with you, dude?”

“I grew a pair.”

I then started thrusting harder and faster, her moaning becoming only more apparent with time. Soon enough, I started to feel that familiar pressure and immediately knew I was close. It then became evident enough Michelle was also close as her moist, warm walls tightened and twitched around me.

“Holy fuck! I’m close,” I said. “I’m gonna fucking cum inside you. And you’re gonna love it.”

“Fuck! Oh God! Please! Shoot your fucking load deep inside me and don’t you stop.”

I then hesitated for a moment when something crossed my mind. “Wait. What about –”

“Just do it,” Michelle snapped. “I wanna feel your load deep inside me. I’ll get the morning after pill on my way to work tomorrow.”

I didn’t need to be told twice and started going faster again. I thrusted one last time came deep inside her, my load overflowing her pussy. Once my orgasm subsided, I pulled out and noticed that she climaxed at the same time, as strings of her juices connected me to her pussy. I then collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting like a dog that had just finished a four-mile walk.

“Fuck!” I said. “That…was incredible.”

Michelle didn’t say a word and instead crashed her lips into mine in appreciation; we made out for a good five minutes before stopping for a breather.

“I think I might actually love you,” she remarked, chuckling. “You were fucking insane.”

“Glad I passed my first time with flying colors then,” I quipped. “I could get used to this.”

And now here we are, back to the beginning of this story of mine — Michelle with her blushing red ass cheeks in my face and a riding crop in my hand. Leaking out her pussy was my first load that I had pumped into her just now. And I definitely still had plenty more in me.

“Are you done…punishing me yet, Daddy.”

“Nope.”

I plunged myself inside her again and thrusted even faster than earlier; I bent down and nibbled on her neck, whispering into her ear about how much of a good slut she was being for taking my cock like a pro. I felt her warm, moist walls around me; her moans filled the room, and it was an album that I never wanted to stop, not when I was balls deep inside her with each thrust. I would occasionally slap her ass cheeks to make them blush bright red, and it only served to make her moans louder.

“F-Fuck! I’m gonna cum again,” she’d moan. “I’m gonna cum all over your cock.”

“Good girl,” I respond. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl. Letting me so deep inside you.”

By this point, Michelle couldn’t speak anymore and it was obvious she was just a hair away from cumming again. And then she did.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

By this point, Michelle’s voice filled the room, more or less replacing mine as I cried out her name with equal fervor. I thrusted one last time and came deep inside her; to my surprise, my load ended up filling her to the brim as it dripped out her pussy before falling onto the mattress. Once my orgasm had subsided though, I then pulled out and collapsed onto the bed, with Michelle following suit as she laid beside me, visibly glowing as I noticed out of the corner of my vision.

“You think I need to be punished some more, Daddy?”