[M]y lunch with an ex gets kinky [f]ast [30 M/F, Rough, D/s] | 2016

Cecilia and I had always had a weird, but incredibly deep, relationship. We met in high school and instantly connected. It was a deep and loving personal connection, but we were also incredibly horny teenagers. Some of the things we did at 15 were kinkier than most adults will ever experience. Although we were only officially together for less than a year then we have maintained contact ever since, and have had on again/off again sexual encounters. Our timing has been off so many times with our respective relationships and locations, but every now and then it will sync up and it has always been magical. We have this sick level of depravity that we both fulfill perfectly for each other: rough, kinky, and dirty. She is an insatiable submissive and after all these years I know just how to bring out her inner slut. We may not be right for each other logistically, but sexually we are an amazing match.

So fast forward 15 years, and we live on opposite sides of the country and are both in committed relationships. We still talk frequently, but it's a long term friendship that is hard to replicate. We're both very happy in our relationships, and both have most of the kinky sexual satisfaction that we need (mine with a sub, hers with a dom, of course). We had not hooked up in over five years at this point. But even still, we both have limits that are farther out on the spectrum than our partners would prefer. It's at this point, when we both feel secure in ourselves and with our partners, that she happens to visit my city on business. Of course, we had to get dinner...

She looks as good as ever. Petite, curvy, tan from living in her sunny part of the country. A couple bottles of champagne later our conversation starts to deteriorate. We're both in the same boat - we have a need for rougher sex that's not being met, but don't want to sacrifice our relationships for the potential of having it satisfied. But maybe there's a way... "You don't want to leave him, I assume?" I asked.

"Of course not," Cecilia said. "And you don't want to leave her."

"Not at all. I'm so happy overall, but...if there was a way to compartmentalize, with someone who I knew felt the same..."

She bit her lip, like she always did. That's her tell, and it always has been. She wanted this as bad as I did. "I don't know," she said.

I felt emboldened at this point. I could see her desire, and when she was ravenous I could never resist her. "You know that we want the same thing. Can't we scratch that itch if the opportunity presents itself, and we are in no risk of getting caught?"

She hesitated for a moment. "One more bottle of champagne. And then we'll see." She was in, and she knew it.

There was some discussion as to the location, as she couldn't come to my place and we were on a limited time frame as I had a late night event to get to. But I had the perfect location for such a naughty hookup - a private bathroom in a fancy hotel downtown, very clean and quiet. I pulled her into the stall and closed the door, and immediately pinned her against the wall and made out with her with a hand on her throat. She loves being controlled, and she was putty in my hands. I worked my way to her ears and neck which always drives her wild. "You little slut," I whispered. "You're mine, do you understand?"

"Yes," she said.

I took my free left hand and slapped her face, getting rough with her right away. "Yes, Sir," I said.

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered.

I pulled up her shirt and went to work on her tits. She rough breast play. I grabbed at them, slapping them, teasing her nipples, pinching them softly before getting harder. I couldn't leave a mark for fear of getting her caught but I made her squirm and moan with how hard I was pinching the nipples, never taking my hand from her throat. She is such a fiend for sexual torture and I loved toying with her.

"Drop your pants," I commanded. She obeyed, and as soon as I touched her pussy I smiled at how turned on she was. It was sopping, just overflowing with wetness. I barely brushed her and she was shuddering. As much as I wanted to I didn't have the time to draw this out, I wanted to make this fuck toy cum. I easily slid two fingers inside of her to massage her G-spot, and rubbed my thumb on her clit. I whispered into her ear, "cum for me my little slut. Show me what a whore you are." My words pushed her over the edge, and I clamped down hard on her throat as she came. "What do you say?" I asked.

"Thank you," she said. Again I slapped her face.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Thank you Sir," she said obediently.

"Good girl. Now on your knees."

She dropped to her knees immediately, as though this was why she was here. She was cock hungry after her orgasm, and was practically clawing at my cock. I pulled it out and she swallowed it instantly. I wasn't hard already but she sucked me to full engorgement quickly, and did what she does best. Cecilia is the most amazing cock sucker I have ever been with. Her tongue works overtime and she doesn't stop for anything. She has a need to make me cum in a way I've never experienced with another woman. I let her do her work for a bit, running her mouth up and down my shaft while her hand stroked me up and down. It was magnificent, but I needed to own her. I started fucking her face nice and deep. She was gagging but staying strong, like the perfect fuck toy she is. Her spit was everywhere, my cock was a sloppy mess. I gave her some small breaks when I would pull my cock out and rub it all over her face, getting her messy too. "You love this, don't you, you little slut?" I asked her. She gave a throaty "mmmhmmm" as so sucked my cock down her throat again.

After a few minutes of her magical mouth I had to dump my load. I grabbed her hair and pinned her head against the wall and started stroking out my cum into her mouth. Most of it caught in her mouth, but some was dripping down her chin. She swallowed what she had in her mouth and dutifully wiped up the rest to swallow that too. Always the eager cumslut.

As she licked the cum off herself, my cock, and my fingers, I had to give her some encouraging words. "You are the most amazing whore, oh my God. Stand up my little slut."

She stood up, cum still slightly caked on her face. I turned her around and started rubbing her pussy from behind. "Now you're going to cum for me with my cum still on your breath," I said as I got a thumb working into her asshole. It slid right in as she moaned, her pussy and ass both filled with my fingers. I moved another finger to her clit, giving her every stimulus possible. "That's it slut, show me how much you love it." She shuddered again, more powerfully than before. She almost collapsed, but I held her up.

"What do you say?" I asked.

"Thank you, Sir," she said.

I smiled, knowing I had broken her once again. "Good girl," I said.

We cleaned up after that and had one more drink. I went to my next event somehow and saw my girlfriend the next day. She headed home later that same next day to her man. Somehow we were both able to compartmentalize the whole thing and everything has been fine even months later. I'm not sure if it will ever happen again...but, I must say, I think about it more often than I should.