I became an owned submissive to my Master when I was twenty-one years old. Before that, I had only fantasized about BDSM but never experienced the wonderful pleasures of being owned by a master who introduced me to the lifestyle we now have together. My introduction was not quick but eased into it as I discovered more about myself and my desires as he trained me to become his submissive. His training helped me discover more desires than I thought I had or would enjoy.
I was not an innocent virgin when I first met my Master nor was I a “good girl,” but I had not had many lovers before I met my Master. When I was sixteen, I got a reputation in high school for being promiscuous. It was not true for the most part, but high school boys tend to brag and elaborate, and since I only hooked up and never dated or had a boyfriend, the reputation of me being a slut just grew.
Adding to my reputation were also several other factors. I was not very popular and had no friends in high school. I had people I hung out with, but they were not friends. A friend is someone you can trust, and I was not a very trusting person due to the way I was brought up.
I did not have a happy childhood, far from it. I grew up in the foster care system since I was four. I won’t go into the details of how I ended up a ward of the state; there is no need for that. I bounced around from group homes and foster parents and experienced all the ugly that comes with being raised that way. Trust was very difficult for me.
I was the weird girl in high school. I dressed gothic or emo style and wore my makeup that way, even though I was not Goth or emo. I just liked the fashion and still do. My fashion choice, the fact I was more of a loner, and that I grew up an orphan labeled me as the weird girl by my peers.
My reputation of being a slut grew when I was seventeen, when I had a threesome with two older boys in the back of a mini-van that was owned by one of the boy’s mothers. Well, I called it a threesome then, but later found out what a true threesome was. Of course, they bragged, word got around, the story got exaggerated with each telling, and the last rumor I heard was that I got ganged bang by six guys.
It was not a true threesome because I first gave them both blow jobs and then they took turns fucking me in the back of the van, first one and then the other, and they both fucked me twice before they were done with me. Naturally, they bragged about it to their friends, so word got around.
I had only had sex with five boys in senior high school, and that included the two who fucked me in the mini-van. After high school, I only had sex with two other guys. There were a few blowjob-only times in there as well, but I don’t count those. By the time I was nineteen and started going online and chatting about the BDSM lifestyle, I had only had sex with seven guys. Treu, there were a few guys I gave only blow jobs to as well, but again, they don’t count.
I didn’t let the reputation bother me and kind of enjoyed it. I had and still have this thing about enjoying that people see me and desire me sexually, and I would imagine what they would be thinking of how to use my body for their perverse pleasures. It excites me and turns me on.
I am not some thin supermodel type of girl and while I am extremely cute, I don’t consider myself beautiful. My body had developed into a prominent hourglass figure and I liked my body type and considered it sexy. I have large firm breasts, wide hips, and a nice ample butt. I did and still do get a lot of looks from people who admire my body.
Now at age twenty-three, I have gained some weight mostly in my hips and thighs and my body is now more voluptuous than hourglass-shaped, but Master likes it and I have not heard any complaints from others so I don’t mind it at all. I am very happy with my figure and so is my master. I do think he wanted me to get a little thicker in the thighs and hips.
The sex I was having was pleasant and fun and I did orgasm on occasion, but I gave myself better orgasms when I masturbated. I did enjoy giving blowjobs a great deal. I enjoyed sex a great deal, but something seemed to be missing, however. I knew what was missing even back then, but didn’t know how to find it, express it, or have a partner who could give it to me.
The best orgasms and the quickest orgasms I had when having sex were with the two boys in the mini-van, and it was because of how they treated me and verbally degraded me. Telling me I was a cocksucking whore as I gave them blow jobs, pulling my hair and spanking my amble ass cheeks as one fucked me from behind. How they encouraged each other to fuck me harder and telling me I was a whore or slut. How they made me repeat back to them I was a bitch and whore and slut. I got off on it and had three orgasms out of the four times I got fucked that night.
When I was seventeen, I started watching hardcore BDSM porn and would imagine myself as the girl that the men dominated. That porn excited me and aroused me so much more than regular porn. So at nineteen, I decided to at least explore my taboo desires and chat with people online about BDSM.
I was living with two other girls in a furnished, two-bedroom apartment in a crappy apartment complex. They were not friends, just roommates. We all worked together as waitresses at the same chain restaurant. I got lucky and won the drawing of the straws and got the bedroom to myself while they shared a room.
It was August or September 2020 and due to Covid, neither I nor my roommates were working but collecting unemployment which the government was handing out like candy on Halloween. I was super bored in lockdown. I didn’t play video games like my two roommates who played Call of Duty or other shoot-’em-up games constantly. The only entertainment I was getting was when I allowed one of the line cooks at the restaurant to come over and fuck me.
I started hooking up with him occasionally about two weeks after I started working there. During lockdown, I hooked up with him a lot more due to being bored, but he started to want more. He wanted affection, started showing me affection, and wanted to get more serious than just fucking.
I didn’t do affection. I was not a hugger or a cuddle person. After a guy fucks me I wanted him to leave and only let them stick around if I wanted more sex. I kissed guys, of course, but they were not kisses of passion or affection. They were kisses of lust. My experiences with so-called affection while growing up in foster care were not pleasant, so I didn’t do affection; either receiving it or giving it.
I decided to explore more with my sexual fantasy desires and wanted to talk to people who felt as I did and had the same desires as I did.
I enjoyed the idea of being submissive to men sexually and when I had sex, I let them think I was, but in truth, I was just pretending. I did what they wanted me to do; I let them call me a whore and a slut, pull my hair, spank my butt, and it turned me on when they did. None of them had the control over me that I desired and wanted from a lover or thought I wanted. I would not know if I truly wanted that until I experienced it.
I looked at dating sites that catered to the BDSM lifestyle and joined a couple, but soon realized my mistake when I got bombarded by emails from men. I was not looking to hook up but just wanted to talk to people who were experienced in such a lifestyle. I deleted my profile on all but one site. About two months later, I started chatting with a local woman.
She was older than me, a submissive, and her husband was her Master. Tina was very kind and sweet and answered a lot of my questions and gave me tips and told me about her experiences. Tina explained a great deal to me and gave me some websites to read over; legit websites and not porn related. I learned a great deal.
She explained the different degrees of dominant/submissive relationships. I had thought it was just all about sex since my only knowledge was from the porn videos. She explained from relationships like her and her husband’s, which was occasional BDSM play to a full 24/7 dominant/submissive relationship. I decided if I did do it mine would be just sexual play.
One website discussed hard limits and soft limits. Hard limits are things you would never do and soft limits are things you may have never done but willing to try or things you didn’t particularly enjoy but were willing to do to please your dominant. I made a list of my hard and soft limits and saved it just in case I did want to explore such a relationship.
Some of my hard limits were no blood play, no bodily waste things, no asphyxiation, no branding or permanent markings, and a lot more. My soft limit list was less. I didn’t list partner sharing or group play as a limit. The thought of a man sharing me with another man appealed to me. I remembered how much fun and how much of a turn-on it was when I was in high school and let the brothers fuck me.
I did list anal sex as a soft limit. I had never had anal sex. I had seen it in the porn videos I watched and I thought it was erotic to watch. I got a perverse pleasure out of watching the men in the videos use anal toys inside the girl’s butt and seeing him fuck her in her ass. Then after he was done seeing her butthole gaped and the videos where he came inside her ass and watched his cum leak out of her.
The closest I came to having anal sex was with the two boys in the van. After the first one fucked me the second time, his friend got in the back and told me to turn over on my stomach. He then told me he was going to “fuck me in my fat ass.” He spit on my butthole a few times to lubricate it and tried to penetrate my butthole. It didn’t work, which I assume was because my small, tight hole was not lubricated enough so he stopped trying. He then slapped my butt hard several times, so hard it brought tears to my eyes, called me a nasty whore, and fucked my pussy instead. The hard spanking he gave me excited me.
I didn’t know if I would enjoy anal sex, but I wanted to try it to find out, so I put anal sex as a soft limit.
After chatting with her as often as we could for months, which was a lot due to being locked down, she told me she and her husband belonged to a BDSM group. I was surprised there was one locally. She then invited me to a Munch.
By that time the vaccine was out, places started opening up again, and I was back at work. Tina told me they were excited to have a Munch after so long of an absence.
I told her I was not ready for that. I was not ready for some orgy or sex play party. I must have amused her because she replied with “lol” and then explained to me what a Munch was.
For people like me who don’t know what a Munch is, a brief explanation. It’s when people involved in the BDSM lifestyle get together at a public restaurant and meet and talk and just socialize. There is no sex stuff going on etc. I agreed to go and asked what the dress code was. Tina told me it was casual, and she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt.
I dressed in a black pilgrim dress that came four inches above my knee and had a white lace collar and cuffs, fishnet thigh highs, and my black Converse high tops. When I bought the shoes, I used a black Sharpie to fill in all the white on my sneakers.
They met at a Chinese restaurant in a back room. I was surprised how many people were there. There must have been about fifteen people, including me. They varied from single men and women to couples. I was the youngest person there, but there was an Asian girl who looked just a year or two older and a couple there in their mid-twenties by the look of them. I knew Tina by sight because we had exchanged photos. She was with her husband/Master.
Tina smiled when she saw me and officially introduced herself and hugged me. I stiffened at the show of affection and after a few seconds, I gave her a stiff hug back to be polite. She introduced her husband and I sat next to her while we ate. There were only two non-white people there. One was a stunning black woman who appeared to be in her early thirties and her submissive was the young Asian girl.
The black woman was very pretty. She was tall and thin and in her leather pants and knee-high boots looked like she just stepped off the cover of some fashion magazine. I found out her name was Kendra.
The Asian girl, whose name was Cathy, was not as attractive as her Mistress. She was very cute, though. Cathy was a tiny thing. She could not have stood more than five feet one inch tall and could not have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet. She did have nice boobs, though. They may have been a B cup but looked larger due to her small frame. She was dressed in a short red skirt that was tight around her small butt and wore a red and black, sleeveless corset top. She did arrive wearing a waist-length black leather jacket but had removed it before she sat down. She had a black spiked collar around her neck.
She looked to be Vietnamese or Thai, maybe. Her skin was naturally tan, and she had similar facial features as a Vietnamese girl I went to high school with. I liked her hair. Cathy had silky, straight, black hair that came down to her butt.
Many months later, as I got to know both Cathy and her Mistress well, intimately well, I found out she was of Cambodian descent and her Mistress did not allow her to cut her hair shorter and made her keep it long.
The Munch was not at all what I expected, even though Tina told me what to expect. No one talked about sex or BDSM things much at all. It was just like a group of normal people who were friends or acquaintances meeting after a long absence of seeing each other.
Sure there were the little sexual innuendos and some playful flirting between people but nothing at all what I would have expected for people involved in a sexual taboo lifestyle.
I talked some but mostly just kept quiet and eased dropped on conversations. Some people close to me started conversations with me and asked me where I was from and was this my first Munch, how long had I been in the lifestyle, etc. I did notice a lot of the men looking at me and mainly focusing on my chest. I was not offended and enjoyed them looking and wished I knew what they were thinking.
Not that the dress I had on showed any cleavage; it didn’t. It did not have a low neckline at all and that style of dress just hung straight down on the body, but it was hard for me to find clothes that would hide my figure. Not that I look for such clothes. I like showing off my figure. I even purchased clothes one size too small sometimes so they are tight on my body.
Overall, I had a very nice time and felt I had more in common with these people than I did anyone I grew up with or went to high school with and not just because of the lifestyle they led or because I wanted to experiment with it They were oddballs just like me and very non-judgmental. They didn’t slut shame, and even promoted sluttyness in their flirting and conversations. We stayed there for at least an hour and a half after we ate.
Someone suggested they have a play party since they had not had one in a long time, and Kendra suggested she could host. That received a groan from some of the people.
“Your parties are too strict for us poor subs,” one of the women spoke up and everyone laughed, but me. I was not much of a laughing person and I did not get the remark, anyway.
“I would like to see Camille at one of Miss Kendra’s parties,” Tina said and giggled. Camille was me. I heard other people verbally agree.
Everyone stared at me and I didn’t blush. I don’t blush. I smiled and said I don’t think am ready for anything like that.
“Oh, darling, I would be more than happy to show you the ropes so to speak,” Kendra told me.
I just smiled and Cathy gave me dagger eyes. I declined the invitation to the as of then non-existent party but told them I would like to come to the next Munch in two weeks.
I did go to the next one and the next one and then the third. At the third, I learned they did indeed have a play party hosted by Kendra. I asked to be included in their group email and gave my email address, a second one I made just for that, to one of the men who controlled the emails they sent out and he did a newsletter.
It was the fourth Munch I attended that I met Anthony, my future Master. I don’t believe in love at first sight and back then I didn’t believe in love at all. I never got the preverbal butterflies in my stomach for a guy and never wanted to sit and cuddle and be intimate and romantic with anyone. That was not me. I did believe in instant lust however and that was what I got when I first saw Anthony.
Anthony, who I would later always address as Master or Sir, was very handsome and looked to be in his thirties. He was over six feet tall and my first look I judged him to be six-two or six-three, but later found out he was six-four. He was a large man; muscular. Even the tight, dark blue polo-style shirt he wore could not hide the well-formed muscles of his chest, and his biceps and triceps bulged from the short sleeves of his shirt. Anthony was wearing khaki slacks and brown shoes. His complexion was a dark brown.
Anthony being black or his age did not affect my attraction to him. I was attracted to black men and one of the boys I used to occasionally hook up with in high school was black.
As for his age, I normally would not have been attracted to a man over thirty years old, but Anthony was so good-looking that his age did not deter my physical attraction to him in the least.
Anthony greeted everyone in a deep voice. He shook hands with the men and gave masculine hugs to a few and he hugged a few of the women and kissed Kendra on the cheek. When he said hello to Cathy, the Asian girl giggled and blushed and had a huge smile on her face.
“Fuck, girl, calm down before your skanky pussy forms a puddle in your chair,” Kendra told her submissive.
People laughed and Cathy blushed more and muttered a “Yes, Mistress,” but she was still smiling at Anthony and the look in her eyes told me she was very attracted to him. I found out much later that Master and Miss Kendra and Cathy had played together several times along with Anthony’s former submissive.
Tina introduced me to Anthony, and I stood up and took his hand in mine. His hand was huge and swallowed my smaller, delicate one. I could feel the callouses on his hands against my soft skin and knew they were working-man’s hands.
I focused my attention on Anthony the entire time at the Munch. I didn’t initiate a conversation with him and only talked to him if he talked to me first, which he didn’t besides when we were introduced. He did wink at me once when he made a joke and I faked laughed but that was all the attention the man gave me. It was not that his jokes were not funny, I just was not a laugher.
Anthony was very outgoing but not loud or boisterous. and didn’t join in the more crude conversations, although he did chuckle at the crude jokes and vulgar funny stories. He seemed like a gentleman and I became slightly less attracted to him for that.
He just did not act like how I thought a dominant should act and I thought he was out of place compared to the other men. I was still physically attracted to him, just a little less, and thought he would not be the type to help me explore my taboo desires. Not that he seemed interested in me anyway. He did not even seem to notice I was there.
I overheard some reference to a girl named Jennifer when people talked to Anthony. I got the impression she was an ex-girlfriend of his. Some people said some negative things about her, but Anthony always defended her.
After the Munch, I was walking out of the restaurant with Tina next to me, and Anthony was holding the door open for us. Tina was telling me that her husband was not there because he was sick. After we got outside she hugged me and I hesitated and then stiffly put my arms over her back for about two seconds and let go. She was a hugger and always hugged me, but I was still not used to it.
“Camille,” I heard Anthony’s deep, masculine voice behind me as I walked to my car. I stopped and turned around.
The man walked to me, smiled, and stopped about a foot in front of me. Damn, he was so tall! He towered over my five-foot, four-inch frame.
“I just wanted to tell you how nice it was to meet you and glad you started coming to our group,” he told me. “We need new people to join. It gets old seeing the same faces all the time.”
I smiled back at Anthony. “Thank you,” I told him and started shifting my feet nervously.
When I realized what I was doing with my feet, I quickly stopped. I was not one to be nervous when a man talked to me. I don’t know why I was with Anthony, but I felt nervous and even a little giddy that he was. I felt foolish because I was not a giddy type of girl either.
I knew I could be very cold and standoffish to people, but that was who I was. I was not a bitch even though people thought I was due to my cold personality and that I showed very little empathy to people, but I was a nice person. Growing up the way I did and my experiences in foster care taught me to be cold and standoffish.
“I stopped coming to the Munches because of that, but Mitch told me about you and that I needed to come and meet you,” Anthony said.
Mitch was the man who was in charge of the group emails and newsletter.
“Oh, and what did Mitch say about me or I can most likely guess,” I answered and grinned mischievously.
“And what would be your guess?” Anthony asked.
“That a new girl has started coming to the Munches, and she is adorably cute and has huge boobs,” I told the man and again smiled.
Anthony laughed, “Close, but not exactly.”
“What did he say, exactly?” I asked. I was curious.
The entire truth?” he asked me.
“Yes.”
“Mitch said that there was this new girl who started coming to the Munches and signed up for the newsletter,” Anthony started. “That she is young and new to the lifestyle and didn’t come to our first play party since Covid. He said I needed to meet you because you were very pretty and yes he did say you had big boobs. Big tits were his exact words,” Anthony grinned and then continued. “Mitch said that her body type was not the type he preferred since he likes thin girls with skinny asses, but for you, he would make an exception. He then told me that you had the type of figure that was attracted to and the type of hips and ass I like. He was right, except he failed to mention you have very nice legs.”
I smiled at that. “Well, glad I didn’t disappoint,” I told him. “I need to get to work, so it was very nice meeting you.”
“Where do you work?” The man asked me.
I told him the name of the restaurant and that I was a waitress there.
“I would like your phone number to call you and ask you out on a date,” Anthony told me.
He didn’t ask for my number but told me he wanted it as if he was giving me an order. I liked that. I gave him my number and watched him add it to his contacts on his phone.
“What’s a good time to call you?” he asked.
“I close tonight so I won’t be home until about one in the morning, so maybe sometime late tomorrow morning. Any time after about eleven because I like to sleep late after I work the closing shift,” I answered.
“I’ll call you at one fifteen this morning after you get home from work,” he told me. Again he didn’t ask but told me and again I liked that.
“Ok,” I agreed.
Anthony pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and pressed one of the buttons on his car remote lock and I heard a beeping of his car being unlocked. I looked in that direction as he walked away and saw that he was driving a new model, silver Lincoln Navigator. I suddenly felt embarrassed by my car so I waited until the man drove away before I walked to it.
My car was a twelve-year-old Honda with a few dents and digs on the body. Not put there by me but were already there when I bought it. The truck latch was broken, so it was held down with a rope tied from the truck to the bumper. I didn’t have a lot of money and it was the only car I could afford.
I was poor. I lived in a shitty apartment in a shitty apartment complex and I was in debt and late on my payments on two over-the-limit credit cards. I did make above minimum wage at least. In the state I live in, employers are required by law to pay tipped workers at least minimum wage. One thing that helped due to my financial status was that I was able to get two hundred dollars a month in EBT benefits, which helped with groceries.
I bought my clothes at either Walmart or used clothes at the Goodwill and Salvation Army stores or used clothing consignment stores. I would then go home and match what I bought to make an outfit I liked.
After I worked part time at the restaurant for six months, it was time for an evaluation to work full time. Full-time would give me a small pay raise and also health and dental benefits. My manager told me he could not offer me a raise or a full-time position. I counteroffered with an offer of my own. He agreed to my offer. I let my obese, ugly, perverted manager see and fondle my large boobs as I sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth so I could get a full-time position.
Instead of giving me a pitiful two percent raise, my oral sex skills and large, firm breasts got me a measly four percent raise as well. A year later, when it was time for my performance appraisal, I did the same thing to get a slightly higher pay raise. Don’t judge me, I needed the small raise and the full-time job and benefits that came with it.
For some odd reason, we had a slow night for a Saturday night. It started thunder storming badly and the power blinked on and off several times, so maybe that was the reason. Whatever it was when we closed at eleven that night, it did not take us long to clean and do our other closing chores, and I was out before midnight.
The line cook I was hooking up with, Carter, asked if I wanted to come over to his apartment for a while. Of course, what he meant was did I want to come over, suck his cock, and fuck.
“Sure, why not,” I told him nonchalantly.
It had been several weeks since we had last hooked up and I had not had sex since then. I didn’t think Anthony would call me that morning anyway. Plus I didn’t owe him anything. We had not even gone out on one date yet.
Carter had some more cleaning to do in the kitchen so I just drove to his apartment to wait for him. I had been there often so I knew how to get there. His roommate was home so instead of waiting in the car I went inside. I sat on the sofa, ignored his roommate’s attempt to make conversation, and kept looking at my phone.
His roommate thought I was a cold bitch anyway because I never wanted to get friendly with him and he always told Carter I was not girlfriend material and he needed to break things off with me. He didn’t like me very much but I didn’t care. I didn’t see Carter to get to know his friends; it was just sex for me.
I kept looking at my phone to see if I missed any calls, which meant I was checking to see if I missed Anthony’s call. It was silly of me I know because it was not yet one fifteen. Carter got home right at twelve thirty-six. I knew because I was looking at my phone when he walked into the apartment.
He greeted his roommate Trey and sat on the sofa next to me and started to talk to his roommate. I was not there to have a three-way conversation, so I got off the sofa, walked to Carter’s bedroom, and looked over my shoulder to tell Carter to follow me. He did.
Once in the bedroom, I stood by the bed and started taking off my clothes. Carter walked to me, put his arms around me, and leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him back and continued to get undressed. I had not spoken a word to him since he came into the apartment.
“Wow, no did you have a nice night or nice to see you again outside of work, or anything?” Carter asked after he sat on the edge of his bed.
I stood in front of him in my bra and panties. “Do you want your dick sucked or not?” I asked him.
Carter was not stupid, and he got off the bed and got undressed. I removed my bra and waited until he was naked. When he was naked, I walked to him, put my arms around his neck, he put his around my waist; I rose on my tiptoes as he leaned down, and we kissed.
I like kissing, but I never had what some girls or what I heard referred to in movies and TV shows would call fireworks. I never kissed a guy and felt butterflies in my stomach or weak at the knees and I certainly didn’t believe in fairytales and “true love kiss.” My life in foster care showed me there were no such things as living happily ever after. It showed me life was not some Disney fairytale where the villains always got what was coming to them in the end. In my reality, the villains always won. But I liked kissing, and it was nice for the start of foreplay.
Carter fell back on the bed to sit on the edge again and pulled me down with him. I straddled his lap and moaned when he started kissing my breasts and sucking one nipple into his mouth while he fondled the other one. His hands slid down and grabbed my butt cheeks as I pressed his head tighter to my chest. I then heard my phone ring.
I quickly pushed Carter away and got off of him. “I need to answer that,” I told him.
“Seriously, now?” he asked. His voice was whiney. Whiney men turned me off.
“Could be a family emergency,” I told him as I walked to the dresser where I laid my purse.
“Fuck, you don’t have any family,” he shot back.
I gave him the middle finger as I took my phone out of my purse. I walked to the other side of the small room and slid my finger over the screen to answer the call.
“Hello,” I said into the phone.
The conversation was brief. There was no, “How was your day,” “What are you doing,” etc.
“I will pick you up at six thirty Saturday night. Give me your address,” were the first words the man said.
“Ok,” was all I said. I was a little bit confused by his being so direct and commanding and lack of small talk.
I whispered my address into the phone. I don’t know why I whispered. Carter’s room was small and he heard me, anyway.
“We are going out for dinner and then to a movie. Dress casually, but nice. I prefer a dress or skirt,” he told me in an authoritative voice.
“Ok,” I replied again and was about to ask what movie we were going to see and offer a suggestion on the type of movie I liked, but he hung up without even saying goodbye.
I thought it was ironic that my conversation with Anthony was very similar to my conversation with Carter. No small talk and right to business.
The way he just ordered me did turn me on and I was more sexually aroused by Anthony’s commanding tone than I had been with Carter kissing me and fondling and sucking my nipples. I walked back to my purse and put my phone back. I turned to face Carter. He was still sitting on the bed.
“Who was that?” he asked in a jealous tone.
“Just Sidney, she wanted to know if I fed her cat before I went to work,” I lied. Sidney was one of my roommates.
“Bullshit. Are you fucking another guy?”
“Not yet,” I told him casually and gave him a fake smile.
His jealousy was annoying me. He knew what our relationship was about. I never led him on or promised him anything different. It was not my fault he could not understand that and wanted more.
“Trey always told me you were a cold-hearted bitch and a whore, but I always defended you.” Carter raised his voice. “I told him he just did not understand all you have been through growing up in foster care and all.”
I laughed at Carter. “And like you do,” I told him. “You have no idea what it was like, so save me your self-righteous bullshit and I don’t need you to defend me.” My voice was calm. I was not going to argue with him.
Carter got off the bed and started getting dressed.
“That’s it?” I asked. “You don’t want to fuck me now because I got a phone call from another man.”
Carter stopped getting dressed and gave me a curious look. “You do?” he asked in a confused voice.
“I have nowhere to go right now and I am here half-naked and horny,” I told him. “I’m still up for it if you are.” I looked at his cock and it was still hard. “It looks like you’re still up for it,” I teased.
Carter sighed, dropped the clothes he was holding, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. Carter was twenty one had the wisdom of a ten-year-old. What is the saying? “Young, dumb, and full of cum.” That was Carter and angry and jealous or not, with me standing in front of him with just my panties on and my large, firm breasts exposed, he wanted to fuck me. I slowly walked to him, got on my knees between his legs, and took his cock in my hand.
I was horny, and it had been a while since I had been fucked or sucked a cock. Carter’s anger and the jealous burst of emotion did not bother me. His roommate telling him I was a cold-hearted bitch did not bother me. His reference to me growing up in foster care did not bother me because he knew nothing of my experiences. All I ever told him was that I grew up in foster care. I never talked about my life in foster care to anyone. Plus, again it was just sex I was having with Carter and not emotional for me at all. Was not my fault the boy had gotten attached to me and thought he loved me.
Carter did have a nice penis. It was about seven inches long and had a smooth, slender shaft. The first time I saw it I was a little turned off by the large mushroom-shaped head that was thicker than his shaft. I found out I did not mind it so much the first time I gave him a blow job. It felt neat to have it in my mouth. When he fucked me for the first time I enjoyed the feeling of the larger head as well. It would expand my pussy and then I could feel my pussy close around it to tighten around his thinner shaft. It felt very pleasant.
I lowered my head and took Carter’s cock in my mouth. Normally I liked to take my time when giving a guy a blowjob. I liked to tease his penis by running my tongue up and down his shaft and circling it around the tip before I took him in my mouth. Once in my mouth, I liked to start slow and sensual and gradually pick up my tempo. I didn’t do that then. I wanted to get it over with quickly.
I even thought I would suck his cock for a couple of minutes and stop before he orgasmed and then have him fuck me. But I didn’t because I liked giving blowjobs and I liked the taste of a man’s cum and I wanted to taste and swallow some cum that night.
Once Carter’s cock was in my mouth, I started bobbing my head up and down quickly, each time I went down I took him deeper down my throat until I was deep throating him. I let my spit run out of my mouth to coat and lubricate his shaft. I then started using my right hand on his shaft as I sucked his cock.
“Oh fuck, Camille, slow down. I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” Carter moaned out after about four or five minutes of me giving him a blowjob.
I started going faster and jerking his shaft more rapidly. He didn’t try to stop me even though he didn’t want to orgasm quickly. Carter was past the point of being able to stop me. I knew by how his body reacted and by the sounds of his moans and how his body tightened up I knew he was about to cum.
I pulled back a little until the tip of his cock was just inside my mouth and kept stroking his cock hard and fast as I ran my tongue over the large mushroom head. I put more pressure with my tongue on his tip and waited for him to cum in my mouth.
I liked having just the guy’s tip of his cock in my mouth when he orgasmed. I liked the feeling of his cum exploding inside my mouth and it hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat.
“Uuugh, fuck,” Carter moaned out louder.
His body jerked, and he gave a series of grunts when he came and his warm, thick fluid shot into my mouth. My lips tightened around his penis head and I swallowed as kept stroking his cock. When Carter was finished took him down my throat a few more times, pulled my head up, and his cock came out of my mouth. I looked up and smiled at him as I wiped my chin and around my lips.
He lay on his back on the bed and was breathing hard. “Damn, Camille, I swear you give the best blowjob I ever had,” he told me as he caught his breath.
I didn’t reply to his comment and stood back up. Carter rose and propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me.
“I want to taste your pussy before we fuck,” he told me.
“Ok,” I answered and shrugged my shoulders.
I took off my panties and got on the bed as Carter moved to position his head between my spread legs. I enjoyed oral sex given to me, but I never had a boy make me orgasm that way unless I played with my clit while he was using his mouth on my pussy. I knew Carter was not going to make me cum. He was not very good at oral sex and even though I had shown him many times how to stimulate my clit with either his fingers or his tongue, he ignored it. He preferred to just use his tongue inside my pussy.
Not that oral sex didn’t feel pleasant, but it had never been just enough to make me orgasm. If I wanted to cum that way I always had to give my partner a helping hand, yes pun intended, and stimulate my clit myself. Normally, however, I would just let the guy do his thing for a while and then tap his shoulder to let him know it was time to fuck me.
Carter wasted no time and started licking my pussy a few times to taste it and then he started using his tongue inside me as if he was lapping up a bowl of water. I gave a little moan of pleasure and started playing with my erect nipples.
“Fuck, Camille, your pussy tastes so good,” Carter told me after about two or three minutes of using his tongue inside my pussy.
I didn’t reply. That was a standard comment every time he went down on me. I had a sudden desire for him to do something to me that I never had done. I brought my legs up, placed my feet fat on the bed, and lifted my lower body off the bed.
“Carter, lick my butthole,” I told him.
Carter looked up at me as he raised his head. “What? That’s gross,” he told me and then grinned. “I’ll fuck your ass if you want through.”
I shook my head. “No, just lick it and put your tongue up there.”
It was his turn to shake his head no. “That’s gross, Camille.”
“Please,” I did not beg but gave him a pout. “If you don’t like it you can stop.”
Carter hesitated for a few seconds and then sighed and gave in. I figured he would because he fancied himself in love with me and would do what I asked. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs and lifted my legs. Carter then lowered his hands to my butt cheeks and spread my amble ass to allow access to my butthole.
At first, he ran his tongue up and down my butt crack because he was hesitant to place it on my small, tight hole, but he finally did. I flinched when I felt his warm, wet tongue start to circle around my butthole. It felt very nice and I liked it.
“Put it in, Carter,” I told him.
Cater then stuck his tongue inside my ass. That felt even better. I liked it a great deal.
“Deeper, baby,” I told him. I knew by referring to him as baby he would do it.
I was not the type of person to use such terms of affection or pet names or being called pet names, but I did with Carter to encourage him to do what I wanted him to. Not that I took advantage of him. I didn’t do that.
As Carter inserted his tongue deeper into my ass, I lowered my right hand and started stimulating my clit.
“Umm, that feels good, baby. Move it, move your tongue, Carter,” I instructed him.
He did, and I moaned out louder. His tongue in my ass felt good, and I started playing with my clit faster and harder. I was surprised by how pleasant it felt. I guess Carter didn’t think it was as gross as he first thought because he became much more enthusiastic about rimming my asshole. He spread my butt cheeks further apart and pushed his tongue up my ass as far as he could. I moaned out again as he started making circling motions with his tongue inside my ass.
“Oh fuck, baby, yes, don’t stop. Oh fuck, I’m going to cum.”
As I was about to cum, I placed two fingers of my other hand inside my wet pussy and I played with my clit more rapidly. I moaned out, my hips jerked up, and my stomach muscles tightened as I orgasmed. I could feel the walls of my pussy tighten and release repeatedly around my fingers.
After my orgasm ended, Carter wasted no time. He quickly climbed on top of me, propped himself above me using his left hand, and guided his cock into my pussy with his right hand. I moaned out as his penis entered me and reached up and pulled him down and started kissing his neck.
“See, that was not bad, was it?” I asked as I kissed his neck.
“No,” he admitted. “Was freaky.”
I laughed. I didn’t think it was all that freaky especially if you compared it to the porn videos I watched.
Carter slid an arm under my back and placed his other arm next to my head and started to fuck me. I wrapped my hands around his back and kept kissing his neck.
“Uh, uh, harder, uh Carter, uh fuck me harder,” I grunted out between his thrusts into me. “Uh, uh, yes, yes, uh that’s it, baby,” I grunted out as he did.
I was not much of a screamer or very loud when I had sex. I didn’t call out to God as they say either. I mostly made faint feminine grunting, whimpering-type sounds when I got fucked. However, I was not a lazy girl when it came to sex. I liked to fuck my partner back and I did just that.
As Carter was fucking me, I started thrusting my hips up into him. I quickly got into the same rhythm as him and met his downward thrust into my pussy with my upwards thrust. He would stop on occasion and kiss me and when he did I would thrust up and start rotating my hips causing him to moan out into my mouth.
“I want to get on top, baby,” I told him after about three or four minutes of us fucking and pushed him off of me.
Carter didn’t complain. He was getting some pussy so there was nothing to complain about. He rolled onto his back and I rolled with him until I was straddling him. Carter’s cock had slid out of my pussy and I quickly inserted it back inside me. I lay on top of him and started moving my hips up and down and rotating them at the same time.
Carter pushed me to sit up so he could fondle my breasts and play with my nipples. I started bouncing up and down on his cock; starting slow and then going harder and faster. I didn’t want him to cum fast and I knew if I kept doing what I was doing he would. I was not even close to another orgasm and I wanted it to last. I also had something else I wanted him to do that he had tried to do a couple of times in the past but I would not let him.
I took his right hand off my boob, bought his hand to my mouth, and started sucking his middle finger. I let my spit run down it to get it wet enough for what I wanted. I then pulled it out of my mouth and guided his hand to my butt.
“Put your finger in my ass,” I told him.
“Are you sure?” Carter asked.
I looked down at him, tilted my head, and raised my eyebrows. He got the point. Carter ran his fingers down my butt crack and slowly inserted his finger in my butthole. I moaned out in pleasure. It felt good, real good. I expected it to hurt some, but it didn’t. There was slight discomfort at first but that quickly passed and it gave me pleasure.
“Deeper, baby,” I told him. He has only put about half his finger inside my ass.
“Uhhh fuck, yes just like that,” I moaned out as he pushed his finger into me further. “Now fuck my ass with your finger,” I told him.
As he started thrusting his finger in and out of my asshole, I leaned forward slightly and once again started to fuck him. It felt great to have his finger in my ass while I fucked him hard. I could feel the friction rubbing against his cock between the thinner membrane that separated my pussy and asshole.
“Oh fuck, Camille, fucking hell, I’m going to cum,” he grunted out. “Fuck, baby this is awesome. I’m going to cum again.”
I was disappointed he was going to cum so quickly. I was really enjoying the feeling of his cock in my pussy and his finger in my ass. I guess it was my fault for fucking him so hard and telling him to put a finger up my butt.
Carter’s body jerked and he thrust up into me hard and made spasm movements as he sprayed his cum into my pussy. I was on birth control so I didn’t worry about him coming inside me. I also knew he was not fucking any other girls because of how he felt about me. I on the other hand was a different story.
I had fucked one other boy since Carter and I started hooking up, but that was before Covid. It would have been maybe more if not for Covid. A group of college boys from Chapel Hill came into the restaurant and one was flirting with me and I flirted back. One thing led to another, he asked what time I got off work, I told him, and he waited for me to get off work after his friends left.
When I got off work I drove us to his dorm and he fucked me two times and I left. I didn’t orgasm the first time he fucked me, but he did manage to make me cum the second time he fucked me when he fucked me from behind. The college boy didn’t even ask for my phone number or to see me again, which I was fine and I’m glad he didn’t. It saved me the trouble of telling him no.
I was very good at separating sex from emotions. I never had emotions besides lust and desire with any of the boys I fucked. Sex was just sex and a fun activity I enjoyed a great deal. That ability to separate the two came in very handy as my relationship with Master progressed, but I am getting ahead of myself.
I got off Carter and got out of bed.
“Damn. That was great,” he told me. “It’s always great with you, Camille. Your pussy is so awesome and tight. I liked putting my finger up your ass.” He rolled to his side and propped his head up in his hand. “Did you cum again also?”
“Sure, baby,” I lied as I picked up my panties.
“You don’t have to leave,” the boy told me.
“Yeah, I need to get home. Have some errands to do early in the morning,” I lied again as I hooked my bra.
I got dressed without saying anything and sat on the edge of his bed to put on my shoes. Carter reached out to me to touch me but I pulled away.
“I don’t think we should fuck anymore,” I told him as I was tying my shoelaces.
“Why?” he asked in a whiney voice. I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t want to,” I told him honestly as I stood up.
“But, but I love you, Camille,” Carter confessed. I knew it did or knew he thought he did but that was the first time he said it.
“No, you don’t. You just think you do,” I told him. “Sex is not love; it’s just sex. I told you when we first started fucking that was all it was ever going to be.”
“But I thought that…I just…I thought that after we spent so much time together that…well,” he started stammering and then he started to cry.
Not sob but his eyes got watery and his voice became high-pitched and whiney. I sighed out of annoyance and rolled my eyes again. I didn’t want to end things harshly or argue about it but now I had no choice.
“You thought what?” I snapped at him. “That I would get all emotional and mushy and fall in love with you after we kept fucking? That we would have a relationship and live happily ever after and all that bullshit? Sorry, baby, but the real world does not work that way. We fucked on occasion, during lockdown we fucked a lot, and now it’s over.” I started walking to the bedroom door and looked over my shoulder, “By the way, no I didn’t cum again and I faked it more times than you made me cum.”
Ok, that was mean and uncalled for, but he was annoying me with his begging and crying. It was not my fault he didn’t understand the rules of our hooking up.
Carter then got angry and started yelling, and I decided it was time to leave. As I walked out of the bedroom, he called me a whore, a slut, a bitch, a skank, and a few other names. Some I swear he just made up. He told me I would be sorry and come crawling back to him. I laughed at that. The names he called me didn’t bother me either.
As I walked out of the bedroom, I saw that Trey was still on the couch playing a video game on a game console. He had heard Carter yelling at me. I was pretty sure their neighbors did also, since their apartment complex was no better than the one I lived at and they had thin walls. As I walked past Trey to the door, he looked at me and called me a cunt.
I got in my car and thought, fuck maybe I am a bitch.
That was the last time I saw Carter outside of work. He didn’t call me or text me or stalk me and for that I was glad. He did cause me issues at work, however. He first told everyone that he had been fucking me for a while. That didn’t bother me and no one cared anyway because they all knew.
My two roommates were waitresses as well, and they had seen Carter come to our apartment many times. Then there was the time before the Covid shutdown one of the busboys caught me giving Carter a blowjob during our break. We were outside behind the building behind the blue trash dumpster. I was on my knees sucking his cock when the busboy came outside to place trash in the dumpster. Naturally, he told people, but again they didn’t care, since everyone knew we were fucking by then. I did get teased about it for a couple of weeks, but that was it.
What Carter did do that affected my work was messing with my service to the customers and that affected my tips. He would mess up my orders, not prepare them, and say he never got the ticket, and when another cook prepared my order Carter would take it out of the window and let it get cold and then put it up after I told them I needed it. That left me to deal with angry customers, some of whom asked to speak to the manager, which affected my tips.
I finally confronted him about one day in the kitchen. The other members of the staff had my back and also yelled at him. I was well-liked at work. We tried to keep the manager out of it, but a part-time, sixteen-year-old busboy who had a crush on me told the manager. Carter didn’t get fired, for which I was glad because I didn’t want that, but he did get suspended for a week without pay. That put an end to him messing with me at work.
That and Carter is water under the bridge and as I drove home from his apartment I started to think about what I was going to wear for my date with Anthony.
