A dominant older Daddy’s rough encounters with a 19 year old college girl.
I met her almost three months ago in a chatroom. She wrote about sexual experiences and fantasies. I met her at a web site for that kind of writing. She shared her stories with me, graphic descriptions of sex with mostly older men. She had been doing things for money, and to satisfy her own boundless appetites, since she was 15. She was prodigiously promiscuous.
We chatted and exchanged messages and emails for several weeks. I finally persuaded her to meet me as soon as she got back to school after Christmas break. She wanted rougher things, a cocktail of sex and BDSM. She wanted to be bound and whipped as part of a rough sexual encounter. She wanted a gangbang like that. She talked about a blowbang and bukakke. It was clear to me she watched a lot of pornography. She wanted to do all these things privately and discreetly with complete strangers. I told her I could arrange everything.
She’s a 19 year old college student, petite and attractive—barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds, long blonde hair and blue eyes. She’s a girl with almost no limits or self-respect—submissive, obedient and begging for abuse. Sexually insatiable. She has a high tolerance for pain.
In the past six weeks, she came to my small apartment in the City three times for sex. I was rougher with her at each successive encounter. I wanted to test her limits, see how hard I could use her. This little blonde girl has proven herself to be a perfect little play toy for me. I feel blessed.
The first time I just slapped her, pulled her hair, twisted her nipples, pushed my fingers up between her legs, and gave her a rough throat fucking—made her choke on my cock. After she had enough, I pushed her down on my bed, looked straight into her eyes and thrust eight hard inches into a very tight wet cunt. I pounded the girl until I filled her up and sent her back to her dorm leaking.
The second time, I tied her hands behind her back with hemp rope and repeated what I did the first time, except that I fucked her roughly from behind, like a dog, and pushed my middle finger into her ass. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly during the last few hard, deep, finishing thrusts. I got into her deeper from behind and stayed inside her, still hard. I felt her spasms, heard her sharp cries, knew I finished her good.
Two weeks ago, her third visit, I met her late at night and had some ketamine for her. I tied her to a wooden bench and throat fucked her. When I thought she had enough, I put a ball gag in her mouth and used a leather flogger on her very hard. She moved each time I hit her. She cried. I left her gagged so she’d be quiet and finished her with anal sex. I used plenty of lube but fucked her tight, small ass hard. She cried more and I could tell that her body wanted to break free from the rope bindings as I penetrated her ass repeatedly, each time pushing deeper, faster and harder. Even with lube, eight hard inches of thick cock can hurt, particularly in a tight little girl.
After I finished, filling her tight, broken little ass with cum, I moved around to look at her face and took the ball gag off. I slapped her face, told her to stop crying, put my hand gently on her head, and pushed my cock into her mouth. I made her suck and lick my cock, made her clean it, resisting the temptation to fuck her again.
After she finished this final task, I left her tied to the bench awhile sobbing, struggling to catch her breath, knowing that the tight bindings and her position were painful by now. When she calmed down, I talked to her about another visit to plan her future and told her she should thank me. She did. Eventually I unbound her, after she had time to enjoy a period of vulnerable uncertainty and pain.
She didn’t leave my apartment until 2 AM. She told me she stayed alone in her dorm room in bed all the next day. She missed all her classes.
