That Afternoon I Gave Myself to the Most Dominant Stranger

This story was told to me by a friend one afternoon, when the wine had loosened our tongues more than it should have. She told me she had never told it out loud, that for years it had been little more than a fantasy she read in secret and never dared to live. She liked the idea of a man truly dominating her, without asking permission, but fear always won out.

Until one day it stopped winning.

—I’m going to tell you something that happened a very long time ago —she said, looking at her glass instead of at me—. And that, I swear, still turns me on to remember.

I’m telling it to you the way she told it to me, with her own words, because changing the tone would be a betrayal.

***

—I met him through a chat room, one of those old ones, back when people still went to internet cafés. I got hooked right away on the way he wrote. He wasn’t smarmy, he didn’t call me pretty or gorgeous. He treated me as if he already knew what I wanted before I said it. At one point he asked me what I really liked in a man, and for once in my life I was honest: a dominant macho in bed.

—That changed everything —she went on—. He stopped being polite all at once.

—Then we’re wasting time talking —he wrote to me—. If you want a real man, turn on your camera and look at what I’ve got for you.

—I did. And the most impressive cock I had ever seen appeared on the screen. Thick, veined, hard. I couldn’t breathe.

—This is the cock that’s going to rip your cunt open —he wrote beneath the image—. The one you’re going to come looking for.

—I was in a public computer, do you understand? Beside me there was a guy typing, and suddenly he stopped. He was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, all red. That made me even hotter.

—Look at my cock, slut —he ordered me—. Get closer to the screen. Let the guy next to you see how turned on you are.

—I wrote him that he was going to drive the guy next to me crazy.

—Better —he answered—. I want other people imagining how this cock is going to split you in two.

***

—While I was looking at him, I imagined the first thrust and my legs went weak. I was soaking wet, sitting on a plastic chair in an internet café, with a stranger beside me who wasn’t even pretending anymore. And then he typed an apartment address in the city center.

—Come now. You’re so hot you’re going to come running. Isn’t that right?

—I typed “yes.”

—No —he corrected me—. Not like that. You’re going to say, “yes, my macho.”

—Yes, my macho —I wrote back, and I felt something break inside me, something I’d been holding in for years.

—That’s more like it. Come.

—I left the café trembling. The guy came out after me, a few meters behind. I took a taxi and gave the driver the address. When I arrived, I rang the buzzer with a finger shaking so badly I almost missed the button.

—Who is it? —he asked.

—It’s me, Mariela.

—Come up. You got here fast. You must have been desperate.

—Before I went into the building, I saw the guy from the café getting out of another taxi. He had followed me.

—What are you doing here? —I asked him.

—You drove me crazy —he said—. I’m staying to wait for you.

—I didn’t answer him. I went up in the elevator with my heart pounding in my throat, half fear, half madness.

***

—When he opened the door, he was already naked. His cock, erect, was everything I had seen on camera and more: thick, dark, veined, almost unreal. I stood there in the doorway, not knowing what to do with my hands.

—Take your clothes off —he said—. Now.

—I obeyed. I took off my blouse and bra, and my hard nipples gave me away before I could open my mouth.

—I can see you’re ready for me already. Nice and hot, huh?

—I finished undressing and stood completely exposed in front of that man I had only just met.

—Kneel on the sofa —he ordered—. Lean against the backrest and spread your ass. Today I’m going to rip your cunt open.

—I knelt down almost in a trance, letting my breasts hang, offering him my ass. I felt his hands, the cold Vaseline, his finger entering without any care, exploring me to the bottom, anticipating what was coming. Then he got behind me.

—Now you’re going to feel what a real man is.

—He placed the tip at my opening and pushed slowly. I felt myself stretching, felt the ring opening to take in that huge head, and a cry slipped out of me on its own.

—That’s it —he said—. Let it hurt. I like that.

—He pushed the whole head in and I bit my hand so I wouldn’t scream louder. It hurt in a way I had never felt before, and at the same time it was driving me insane.

—It hurts —I begged him—. My macho, it hurts so much.

—You like it, little slut —he answered—. Being broken like that.

***

—He went in little by little, millimeter by millimeter. I was stretched to the limit, aching, feeling that man making his way inside me however he wanted. He’d push in and out just a little, then shove again.

—Tell me your ass is mine —he ordered.

—It’s yours, my macho —I gasped—. All yours.

—I don’t want to come yet —he said—. I want to fuck you properly.

—And he kept going, for what felt like forever. My moans turned him on and that made him push deeper, until suddenly I felt him come inside me, hot spurts, while he gripped my hips with both hands.

—Like that —he groaned—. Take my cum.

—Then he pulled out slowly and collapsed into an armchair, exhausted. I ended up on my side, wrecked, trying to breathe.

—Your ass is wide open —he told me, looking at me with a satisfied smile—. I really fucked it up good.

—And he was right. From what I could feel, he really had broken me open.

***

—We stayed like that for a long while, in silence. Until he spoke again.

—I’d like to see how a young guy, full of cum, rides you. The two of us would have you overflowing.

—And I remembered the guy who had stayed downstairs. I still don’t understand why I reacted the way I did, but the words came out of me on their own.

—Downstairs there’s a guy from the café. He followed me here.

—Go get him —he said—. But put this on first.

—He handed me a tiny, sheer dress that barely covered my nipples and pubic mound, open in the back. Barely anything.

—They’re going to see me naked in this —I protested.

—Exactly what I want. Put it on and go downstairs.

—I managed to get up, aching, and put on that rag. Barefoot, I opened the door and ran to the elevator. On the way down I saw myself in the mirror: cum was running down my thighs, the dress covered nothing, and I blushed with shame. I’m a total slut, I thought. And yet I was dying for what was coming next.

***

—The guy was still there. When he saw me come out, his eyes went wide.

—What’s your name? —I asked him.

—Damián.

—Come up with me, Damián.

—In the elevator he couldn’t take his eyes off me. He looked in the mirror behind us, saw my ass, saw the mess running out of me. He was completely out of his mind.

—Does it turn you on to see me like this? —I asked him.

—A lot —he said, his voice breaking.

—I looked at his bulge, already huge, and we went into the apartment. He was waiting for us seated, calm, like a king on his throne.

—Well, kid —he told Damián—. Would you like to ride this slut?

—Damián took a few seconds, still stunned.

—Of course I would.

—Then you’re going to leave your load in her ass. I’ve already used it. Now I want to see it open up again. Slut, get back into position.

—I took off the dress and knelt on the sofa again. Damián stripped in a hurry and got behind me. He stroked my ass cheeks, spread them, and set his cock, already rock hard, at my entrance.

—Rip her ass open —my macho ordered him—. Don’t waste time.

—Damián shoved in hard. He wasn’t as big as the other one, but after what I’d already taken, everything hurt twice as much. He was ravenous and he fucked me with everything he had, nonstop.

—Do you like this slut’s ass? —my macho would ask him.

—Damián answered however he could, never stopping his thrusts. The pain tore moans out of me that only drove him crazier.

—Hold on —my macho told me—. You love being broken open.

—Go hard, kid —I urged him—. Hard.

—Damián didn’t last long. He came inside me with a rough shout, emptying himself completely. I felt the hot spray and a long moan slipped out of me.

***

—Look at that drip out of her —my macho said, satisfied—. Her ass is destroyed. Now come here, slut, I’m going to suck your tits.

—Damián moved away and I came closer on my feet. My macho sucked my nipples hard, biting them, until he made me moan with pain.

—Does it hurt? —he asked me—. I like that.

—Then he grabbed my hair and made me kneel between his legs. He shoved his cock into my mouth in one single motion.

—Suck.

—And I sucked, as hard as I could, while Damián watched with shining eyes, getting turned on all over again. Within minutes my macho was hard as a rock once more.

—Now Damián sits down —he ordered.

—And Damián obeyed too, because he was the one in charge. After all, it had been my macho who had allowed him to touch me.

—Ride Damián facing him —he told me—. Come on, I don’t have all day.

—I was broken, tired, sore everywhere. I went over, spread my legs, and knelt over Damián, face to face, letting my breasts press against his mouth. He sucked my nipples while I lowered myself slowly, feeling his cock open me from the front. A rough cry burst out of me.

—That’s it, slut —my macho said—. That’s how I want it to hurt. Stay like that.

—And he came up behind me. He spread my ass cheeks and pressed the head to my entrance again.

—No —I begged—. They’re going to split me all the way open.

—That’s exactly what I want. Both of them at once.

—He pushed, and I felt myself opening again, to the maximum, with Damián inside me from the front. I screamed until I had no voice left. I had both cocks inside me at the same time, completely open, split in two.

—It hurts —I said with the little breath I had left.

—That’s why you came —he answered—. To get broken. And I’m breaking you the way you like it.

***

—I felt both bodies thrusting, the four hands gripping my breasts, my ass, my legs. Their moans and mine mixed into one animal sound. I had no strength left to resist. I surrendered completely to the sensation of two men opening me however they wanted, asking nothing, taking everything.

—Pain turned me on like crazy. It was the total surrender I had fantasized about for years, and at last I was living it for real. When I felt them both come inside me at the same time, an orgasm hit me unlike anything I’d ever had: a brutal mix of pain, cum, and absolute surrender. The three of us stayed there, motionless, soaked in sweat.

—My macho pulled away first. I slid off Damián until I was lying on the rug, unable to move. He sent the guy off with a promise to do it again another day, and I was left alone with him, looking at me with a satisfaction I had never seen in any other man.

—I’ve broken your ass in enough for today —he told me—. Go and get ready for next time. When you’ve recovered, you call me and let me know you’re ready. You understand, slut?

—Yes, my macho —I answered, falling apart.

—I got up as best I could, went to the bathroom, washed myself, got dressed. It took me a good while to make myself presentable. Before I left, I went up to him.

—To say goodbye —he said—, kiss the cock that broke your ass open.

—I bent down and kissed it. He grabbed my hair and shoved it into my throat until I gagged, and he laughed at seeing me like that, humiliated. When he let me go, he said:

—I know you’re going to call me soon. Because you liked it. And I’ll be waiting for you.

***

—I left the building practically dragging myself —my friend finished, finally taking a long drink from her glass—. I got home wrecked. And yet that night, thinking about everything that had happened, I realized something that still surprises me.

She looked at me for the first time throughout the whole story.

—It’s so good to feel used like that —she said, almost in a whisper—. To feel, for one whole afternoon, like the biggest slut of them all.