For the First Time Ever, I Saw Myself Go Into Subspace
I was the ultimate, cock-hungry “Good Girl.”
Watching a video of myself sucking cock and getting railed took me one step closer to understanding what it’s like to fuck me, and it’s all thanks to Timmy, a sensitive fuccboi with a proclivity for rough sex.
“What do you like to be called?” I asked during our first encounter.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moaned. Timmy put his fingers in my mouth and told me to look him in the eyes as he kissed my neck and continued fucking me. This is exactly what I want, I thought to myself.
In the following months, we continued seeing each other casually on an infrequent basis. One night, in particular, I remember with both fondness and detail. He arrived looking as appealing as ever—tall and lanky with sharply cut dark hair and entrancing brown eyes. His soft voice always made me feel like he might start whispering poetry in my ear, contrasting his dominant “Daddy” persona in bed.
“I was thinking…we could try something if you’re up for it,” he said hesitantly.
“What do you have in mind?”
“How would you feel about me taking a video of you sucking my cock?”
“Yeah, we can do that, but only if we can watch it together after,” I said.
I kneeled on the floor and unbuttoned his pants. Timmy scooched forward, his crotch now inches from my face. I took his lengthy dick in my hand, already semi-hard, and made eye contact as I began slowly licking at first, teasing him. Then I opened my mouth wide and saw the look on his face. He knew I was about to envelope him whole.
He held his phone up in one hand and stroked my hair with the other. I let a string of spit stream down his cock, so I could stroke his shaft while sucking his meaty head.
“What a good girl, sucking Daddy’s cock like that. Can you take a little more? Go deeper? Yeah, you can, such a good little slut,” he said.
I took him deeper and gagged. He reached over and slapped me lightly on the cheek with just enough force to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. My body flushed with arousal, and I felt my pussy quiver in response. I moaned with his cock still in my mouth. That one light slap was all it took to send me into subspace. He grabbed my arm with an upward pull, telling me he wanted more. I released his cock from between my lips with a slurp and a gasp.
We stripped off the rest of our clothes, and he pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. With all his weight, he held my wrists down above my head. He gently bit my nipples and asked, “Do you want me to fuck you, you good little slut?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned.
Timmy reached over to the bedside table and grabbed lube and a condom. At his command, I spread my legs, put a few drops of lube on my pussy, and rubbed my clit for good measure. I watched as he kneeled on the bed and rolled the condom onto his long cock. I had been craving his dick. Yes, I love sucking, but feeling him in my mouth made me want to feel him in my pussy even more.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit a few times before pressing deliberately against my opening, slowly pushing inside me. The pressure of his body against mine made me shiver, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. His thrusts grew faster, my bed frame knocked against the wall, and I grabbed his shoulders when he leaned down to kiss me. His tenderness was short-lived as he slapped my face after our lips locked. The juxtaposition between his roughness and affection had every wire in my brain electrified.
“I wanna fuck you from behind,” he growled into my ear.
I whimpered an affirmative and sucked in a breath when he pulled out of my cunt, which still pulsed with need. He stacked two pillows for me to lean on while we repositioned. On my hands and knees, I presented my body to him, arching my back, so he’d have easier access.
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