[CNC] A night in Gothenburg
Warning: Might be triggering for some. Everything described was consensual between participants.
I found you on a dating app while visiting Gothenburg. You were a bit skeptical at first, as most people are when we get onto this subject, but couldn’t deny your curiosity. It didn't take long for it to be replaced by desire though. You probing me for information on how it would play out IF you were interested, while we both knew you definitely were. It didn’t take long for us to have agreed on the necessary precautions and a time frame, a span of four nights, when I would be allowed to strike.
This time I chose the third night, I figure it’s always good to keep my victims waiting a bit, maybe even think that I might chicken out. It was a little after 02 when I entered your apartment building and went up to your floor. As agreed, your door was unlocked and I opened it slowly, making sure to make as little noise as possible, snuck in and closed it just as carefully. Once there I undressed and started sneaking towards the door you had told me led to your bedroom. When I opened it I could see that there was a slight light from an ornament in the window, which kept it from being pitch black and allowed me to locate the bed and you.
Without wasting time I snuck over to you and placed one hand over your mouth as I tugged off your covers with the other and immediately felt for, found and started pulling down your panties. I prefer to get those out of the way quickly, seeing as it gets considerably harder when the victim starts to wake and resist.
You were a light sleeper though, or it was just the anticipation keeping you on edge. Almost immediately you were yelling into my hand and I had to abandon your panties as soon as I got them off one of your flailing legs. You were smaller than a lot of my victims and it was easy to grab and hold both of your arms with one hand. As you were squirming, bucking your hips, screaming into my hand and trying to get away from me you accidentally left an opening and without much effort I was between your legs. I could feel your wetness touch my rock hard dick and didn’t waste any time plunging into you.
At that moment I could feel and see the change come over you. The fight left you and as I let go of your mouth you tossed your head back and moaned “No, no, no!” until I pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into you fully again at which point it was replaced by a reluctant, dragged out “Mhhhhmmm!”. I fucked you hard and fast like that for a while, enjoying the squeeze of your tight, wet cunt. Usually I never venture outside of missionary for this, especially not when I’ve already achieved my goal of restraining and entering you. After all, it’s usually what feels best for me and that’s what you are there for, to satisfy my selfish desire. However, seeing as you were quite docile and small enough to be easily controlled, I decided to indulge myself a bit.
I pulled out of you, pretty sure I heard a reluctant sigh of regret at that, and moved back, grabbing hold of ankles and flipping you around onto your stomach. Some fight got back into you and you started to crawl away across the bed. “No you don't!” I exclaimed before grabbing your ankles again and pulling you back in one motion to the bottom of the bed, so that you were bent over the edge of it. Before lining myself up and plunging back into I told you sternly “I’m not done using you yet!”. Your moan as I thrust all the way into you again was incredible. I pulled back your arms for leverage as I kept plowing into you from behind.
Between moans you sobbed “Why are you doing this to me?!” and I simply responded “I need to get off and I want to use your pussy for that.”, punctuating my point with an extra hard thrust that had you groan.
To switch it up a bit I stopped my steady fast pounding for a much slower pace, with deep thrusts where we both could feel every millimeter of our sexes touching as I slid in and out of you. This seemed to be better for you, for after a while you groaned “Oh god!” and I noticed you had to struggle not to meet my thrusts willingly. As I watched your orgasm start to build I gradually increased my pace, literally using your arms to pull myself all the way in every time. I kept going like this for a while, your attempts at hiding your pleasure got worse and worse, until suddenly you stopped meeting my thrusts and went entirely still. In a desperate attempt to hide your scream you plunge your face into the mattress. Even if I could not still have heard it, your hands desperately squeezing my arms, your hips bucking slowly against me, as if savoring every part of the dick inside you, when you ride the “wave”, and your involuntary shaking is more than enough proof of what’s going on. I might not care about your pleasure in this case, but I’m still a man. Seeing you go through this pushes me over the edge instantly and I shoot my load deeply inside of you. A "happy accident", as Bob Ross would put it.
The moment I feel the last drop leave me I’m moving. I don’t bother telling you not to move, you are clearly too out of it to manage anyway. I hastily pull on my shirt and shorts at the door before leaving.
You didn’t want me to stay for aftercare in order to keep it as real as possible, but when I get back to my hotel I message you to check in and we end up chatting about the experience for quite some time.
I found you on a dating app while visiting Gothenburg. You were a bit skeptical at first, as most people are when we get onto this subject, but couldn’t deny your curiosity. It didn't take long for it to be replaced by desire though. You probing me for information on how it would play out IF you were interested, while we both knew you definitely were. It didn’t take long for us to have agreed on the necessary precautions and a time frame, a span of four nights, when I would be allowed to strike.
This time I chose the third night, I figure it’s always good to keep my victims waiting a bit, maybe even think that I might chicken out. It was a little after 02 when I entered your apartment building and went up to your floor. As agreed, your door was unlocked and I opened it slowly, making sure to make as little noise as possible, snuck in and closed it just as carefully. Once there I undressed and started sneaking towards the door you had told me led to your bedroom. When I opened it I could see that there was a slight light from an ornament in the window, which kept it from being pitch black and allowed me to locate the bed and you.
Without wasting time I snuck over to you and placed one hand over your mouth as I tugged off your covers with the other and immediately felt for, found and started pulling down your panties. I prefer to get those out of the way quickly, seeing as it gets considerably harder when the victim starts to wake and resist.
You were a light sleeper though, or it was just the anticipation keeping you on edge. Almost immediately you were yelling into my hand and I had to abandon your panties as soon as I got them off one of your flailing legs. You were smaller than a lot of my victims and it was easy to grab and hold both of your arms with one hand. As you were squirming, bucking your hips, screaming into my hand and trying to get away from me you accidentally left an opening and without much effort I was between your legs. I could feel your wetness touch my rock hard dick and didn’t waste any time plunging into you.
At that moment I could feel and see the change come over you. The fight left you and as I let go of your mouth you tossed your head back and moaned “No, no, no!” until I pulled almost all the way out before thrusting into you fully again at which point it was replaced by a reluctant, dragged out “Mhhhhmmm!”. I fucked you hard and fast like that for a while, enjoying the squeeze of your tight, wet cunt. Usually I never venture outside of missionary for this, especially not when I’ve already achieved my goal of restraining and entering you. After all, it’s usually what feels best for me and that’s what you are there for, to satisfy my selfish desire. However, seeing as you were quite docile and small enough to be easily controlled, I decided to indulge myself a bit.
I pulled out of you, pretty sure I heard a reluctant sigh of regret at that, and moved back, grabbing hold of ankles and flipping you around onto your stomach. Some fight got back into you and you started to crawl away across the bed. “No you don't!” I exclaimed before grabbing your ankles again and pulling you back in one motion to the bottom of the bed, so that you were bent over the edge of it. Before lining myself up and plunging back into I told you sternly “I’m not done using you yet!”. Your moan as I thrust all the way into you again was incredible. I pulled back your arms for leverage as I kept plowing into you from behind.
Between moans you sobbed “Why are you doing this to me?!” and I simply responded “I need to get off and I want to use your pussy for that.”, punctuating my point with an extra hard thrust that had you groan.
To switch it up a bit I stopped my steady fast pounding for a much slower pace, with deep thrusts where we both could feel every millimeter of our sexes touching as I slid in and out of you. This seemed to be better for you, for after a while you groaned “Oh god!” and I noticed you had to struggle not to meet my thrusts willingly. As I watched your orgasm start to build I gradually increased my pace, literally using your arms to pull myself all the way in every time. I kept going like this for a while, your attempts at hiding your pleasure got worse and worse, until suddenly you stopped meeting my thrusts and went entirely still. In a desperate attempt to hide your scream you plunge your face into the mattress. Even if I could not still have heard it, your hands desperately squeezing my arms, your hips bucking slowly against me, as if savoring every part of the dick inside you, when you ride the “wave”, and your involuntary shaking is more than enough proof of what’s going on. I might not care about your pleasure in this case, but I’m still a man. Seeing you go through this pushes me over the edge instantly and I shoot my load deeply inside of you. A "happy accident", as Bob Ross would put it.
The moment I feel the last drop leave me I’m moving. I don’t bother telling you not to move, you are clearly too out of it to manage anyway. I hastily pull on my shirt and shorts at the door before leaving.
You didn’t want me to stay for aftercare in order to keep it as real as possible, but when I get back to my hotel I message you to check in and we end up chatting about the experience for quite some time.
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