It Started With a Gift | 2016

It started with a gift. Laura was a journalism student and, though she was studying to be a print journalist, her parents thought she might like to practice working in video. And so, for Christmas, they bought her rather high-end (for the time) video camera.

As I’ve noted in previous stories, Laura came from a very religious background. Though she had experimented some as a summer camp counselor, she didn’t really experience a major sexual awakening until we were together. As the months and years went on, she got more adventurous and craved more interesting (and deliciously depraved) sexual experiences.

In the months prior to this particular Christmas, she had confessed to me her desire to be totally used by me. She had fantasies that included simulated kidnapping and rape. She wanted me to roleplay as an attacker. She wanted to be my fucktoy and cumslut. She loved to be called a whore, slut, and other humilating names. We explored these fantasies with gusto and had many amazing adventures. But, it became clear that her most favorite fetish (at least at the time), was that, she REALLY liked to get black-out drunk and have me use her while she was passed out or semi-conscious.

To be honest, it took me a while to warm to that particular fetish, mostly because I worried about the ethics and implications of taking advantage of someone who was not in her right mind. That’s not to say it didn’t turn me on, but I wanted to be sensitive to the potentially unsavory issues that could be associated. But, after some negotiations, we settled on some ground rules. She would give me express written permission each time. And, if during the course of the experience, I became uncomfortable in any way, I could stop. We identified a safe word that she could use that would immediately end any sexual activity without question.

But, to make the experience as real as possible for her, those ground rules included her permission to use her body in any way I felt I wanted (with the aforementioned caveats). And I had taken advantage. Invariably, she’d wake up the next morning covered in my cum, her pussy, ass and mouth sore and she’d want every detail. As I’d tell her all about, she’d rub her pussy until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d drag me to the shower, make me bathe her from head to toe, and then we’d fuck each other senseless, regardless of how sore she was.

On the way home from her parents’ house that night, we were chatting about nothing of particular importance when she suddenly got quiet.

It took me a few minutes to notice that she had stopped talking, but when I looked over at her to make sure everything was ok, she was just sort of sitting in the passenger seat with a funny look on her face. Her eyes were a bit glassy.

“What’s wrong?? Is everything ok?,” I asked a little worried.

“Umm … yes … it’s just … I have an idea,” she replied. She looked at me then, a little wild-eyed. “I want to be able to see what you do to me.”

She then explained what she wanted. When we got back to her apartment, we were to start the video camera battery charging immediately and she would start drinking. We were going to set up the camera in her bedroom and, when she was drunk enough, I was going to record how I used her. She sort of writhed in the seat as she talked about it, he voice was husky and I could tell she was incredibly turned on.

I was a little hesitant. It’s one thing to tell someone how you’ve used their bodies, but it’s another thing to have video evidence. I was worried she would be a little shocked and perhaps even disgusted by what she saw.

Anal sex, in particular, was something that she did not enjoy while sober, but it was something I regularly enjoyed when she was passed out. There were many nights where I spent more time with my cock in her ass than in her pussy and mouth combined. It didn’t bother her to hear about it, but what would it be like for her to see it?

But, she sensed my hesitation immediately. She assured me that this was what she really wanted. Sensing that I was still unsure, a sly smile came across her face.

“Pleeeease baby … I want this … I want to see how you use your little fucktoy. I want to watch you fuck my ass.”

Her hands found their way to the zipper of my pants as I drove down the winding country road away from her hometown. She slid out of her seatbelt and, after pulling my hardening cock from the opening in my boxers, she started using her exquisite mouth to convince me.

I was already quite aroused and I came quick and hard, filling her mouth. She giggled as I erupted, enthusiastically swallowing the load and cleaning me up. She tucked me back into place, zipped me up and smiled at me. She was turned toward me in the passenger seat, her dress hiked up to her thighs and her legs spread. She slid a finger inside herself and moaned a bit, closing her eyes. A second finger slid in and she moved them slowly in and out.

In a few moments, she opened her eyes again and said quietly, “Can’t you see how much I want this? Make this happen for me …”

Part 2 coming soon ...