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What do you do when you have a sexual fantasy that most people would swear off? According to your friend, you hire someone to fulfill it. She had ranted and raved about her own experience, one she swore to repeat, and had been bothering you about it since.
You swore you didn't need to pay someone for it, that you would be plenty satisfied just as you were. Yet it didn't feel like enough, the thought that someone could give you exactly what you wanted stayed in the back of your mind.
When she managed to convince another mutual friend, and that friend had an equally amazing experience, you caved. It took just one night when nothing was working, leaving you frustrated. You thought of hitting up an ex, or a booty call, but neither seemed appealing; at least not as appealing as texting that 3 digit service.
Half past midnight and you were scrolling through the long form sent through the text. Name, address, proof of identification and payment method all checked out; then came the list of criteria you wanted in the partner and for the experience. You were shocked by just how long the list was, no kink left off the it seemed. It was simple, you either thumbs up a kink you had, or thumbs down those you wanted to avoid. If you were impartial to the kink, you left it blank. You thought of every kink listed, even going so far as having to Google one or two terms.
There was even a section with a few kinks listed off under a warning, requiring you to sign a disclosure and a waiver. This particular section flashed red once you clicked yes on one of the listed kinks below. It took another fifteen minutes to read through and sign the waivers, designating a safe word and action should need be. You hoped you wouldn't need it but... with some of the things you did click on, better safe than sorry.
The last thing you needed was to pass out from getting choked too hard. You wanted to pass out after you had been fucked, not right in the middle.
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Biting down in your lip, you looked at the three options provided. All handsome, highly rated, and with detailed profiles about their size and what skills they were best known for. Another fifteen minutes were wasted just comparing the three, but ultimately you went with the one who seemed to have the most experience in the one kink you were signing up for: CNC.
The price that showed a moment later had you debating on if this was really worth it, but the chance to have such a fantasy fulfilled was just too tempting. Luckily, a 'first time' discount had been applied at checkout, the charge made to your bank a second later. All that was left was a time, location, and one last leg of questions about forms of contact.
By the time you were finished, you were too nervous to fall asleep, knowing what was going to happen the very next day.
You had thankfully set a time for the evening, giving you plenty of time to sleep in on your day off and shower and prep before hand. Shaving, skin care, looking for cute underwear even if it wouldn't matter for this. You ended up spending your free time cleaning up your place to try and keep yourself from watching the clock.
It worked until your phone rang louder than your music. Heart racing you rushed to answer it, turning your TV down in the process. "Hello?"
A friendly male's voice rang on the other side, asking for you by name.
"This is her, who is this?" Heart still pounding, your nerves were getting the best of you as you realized how close it was to ten, the time you asked for.
"Ah this is Yunho, I'll be taking care of you for the session tonight. There are just some things I need to go over with you before we start, is it alright to do it over the phone like this?"
Flustered, you nodded before realizing he couldn't see. "Y-yes, that's alright."
"Perfect!" His tone went up in excitement and you were finding it hard to believe someone who sounded so friendly was about to do the things you had requested to you. "First I'll go over the list of kinks you marked green just to double check. Then we can go over the type of scene you are comfortable with, and from there talk safety measures."
"Okay."
"First, we'll start with the more hefty ones. CNC isn't one requested often, are you positive you would like that?"
"Yes. It's the whole reason I wanted this." No hesitation on your part, but you were still skeptical Yunho was their top expert in this area.
"Oh? Noted. Next would be choking, is there a preference for this?"
"I don't want to black out from it, but holding or some pressure is fine."
"Okay, impact play? Any body parts off limits?"
"Nothing off limits there."
"Breeding kink? Are you on birth control? I am obligated to inform you the waiver writes off all responsibilities should your birth control fail you."
Blushing at the mere idea of a sex worker impregnating you, you cleared you throat for some composure. "That's fine."
"Fantastic! Those are my main concerns for this session but as long as we are both understanding and in agreement, I think we'll have a fun time. Agreed ?" Perhaps it was your imagination, or the topic of conversation, but you swore his tone had a darker edge in that one single word.
"Y-yes." It flustered you never-the-less.
"Good. A simple yes or no will suffice for the rest of this list then. Starting with degradation."
"Yes."
"Dacryphilia?"
"Yes."
“Overstimulation?”
“Yes.”
"Bondage?"
"Yes."
"Are there any particular forms of bondage you would like to avoid?"
"No." It was almost touching how thorough and accommodating he was being but this was probably just their level of professionalism.
"Use of toys?"
"Yes."
"Cum-eating?"
"Yes."
"Manhandling such as hair pulling, throwing, and slamming you against objects?" This time you sure you weren't hearing things, his tone did sound darker, the slightest rasp to it. Was he excited? The mere idea had your thighs pressing together.
"Yes please."
"Oh? Use of pet names, any in particular you want?"
"Yes. Whatever you want to call me."
He chuckled, the sound heating up your spine down to your core. "Careful, don't give me too much power."
"Maybe I want to?" The flirty response came naturally, your whole body relaxing into your couch as you grew to like this man more and more, just increasing your excitement for the impending session.
The low growl that reverberated through the phone only added to that. "Darling then?” Definitely an unexpected pet name, but the way he said it sounded just right for the occasion.
"Y-yes."
"Mmm, what about praise?"
"Yes."
"Good girl, that seems to be everything you checked off. There are a few left blank, would you like to go over those and add any to our list?"
You tried to remember what they were but instead nothing came to mind. "I would like to leave that up to your judgment."
"Do you trust me that much darling?"
Already the pet name was getting to you. "Y-yes and no. You are the expert here, and you've been extremely professional so I am trusting that."
Again he chuckled, the sound having the same effect as before. "Very well, we'll forgo testing those waters for this session. There are maybe one or two I will test as they can go hand in hand with this type of scene. This brings me to our next part of this conversation: safety measures. You have a safe word listed, please repeat it for me."
It took a moment to remember exactly what word you had put down in your half excited, half asleep mind last night. "Snake."
"Snake it is. The color system will also work here, even if the nature of the scene makes it a bit difficult. I won't be asking for color, but if you are getting overwhelmed or need me to dial it back you may say yellow and I will. If you need me to full on stop and end the scene, even temporarily, say red. Understand?"
"Yes." You've heard of the color system but never used it before. Now to be in a position where it was relevant was quite invigorating actually.
"Good good. If you are in a position where you can't speak and need me to slow down, three taps will suffice. To stop, pinching should do the trick. I will try and refrain from having your hands and voice restrained at the same time, but should it happen, any other way you might tap me will also work. Elbow or knee, whichever. Do you think you can handle that darling?" This time the use of the name was condescending, a bit playful, and it urged you on.
"Yes I can handle that."
"Perfect. Just so you are aware if you lose consciousness at any point I will stop the session. Understood?"
"Yes Sir."
"Sir?" He chuckled. "I like that. You booked two hours to start, but as it is your first time we won't charge additional hours should they be needed. Two hours should be plenty of time, though with CNC a bit of surprise usually helps set the scene; are you alright if I arrive past the starting time to catch you off guard?"
You mulled it over slowly, the added bonus of not being charged additional hours was definitely tempting, and you did want the best experience you could get. "Very well. Cnc involves quite a bit of role-playing right?"
"Yes it does. Would you prefer I act like a stranger or a lover?"
"Is there a difference?"
"Yes."
"Hmm... a lover I suppose." You couldn't see yourself being as comfortable acting as if a complete stranger was doing this. You wanted to be forced, yes, but a stranger added a level of fear that wasn't exciting. At least with this man, a professional, this entire session was with agreed upon terms. Plus, you liked the way he called you Darling, it did sound like a lover. It just seemed more fitting.
"Very well. Is there anything else you would like to add before I end the call and prepare?"
Your eyes widened and you sat up, realizing that this was the end of the talking phase- soon the real fun was going to begin and you found yourself just as nervous as you were turned on.
"None that I can think of."
"Perfect. Then just leave your front door unlocked and go about your usual day. The scene starts when I enter, and ends either when you say or when you become unconscious. Are we in agreement with all terms and conditions talked about during this call?"
"Yes we are."
"Then I'll take care of you just fine, don't worry." And just like that the call ended.
Let alone you weren’t sure what to do or how to kill the time. Doubt filled your mind once more, but you still went to unlock your door and leave the entryway relatively clean. You found yourself flitting around your home, picking up things and putting them out of the way to provide as clutter-free a space as you could. You didn’t know how things were going to go, where things were going to be done, but the last thing you wanted was a random notebook or candle thrown into the mix of the scene.
It was also your own way to prepare for what was to come, to hype yourself up and chase away the doubts. Aside from a few instances in the conversation, Yunho had sounded over-all friendly and sweet, leaving little room for the dominating presence you expected for this session. There was still the doubt you had over this entire situation to begin with, the disbelief that you were actually paying someone to carry out a fantasy of yours.
Coupled with the anticipation, time seemed to be moving so slow. You were glancing at the clock every few moments, sometimes every few seconds, and quickly getting annoyed that nothing was happening. Nearly an hour past and you found yourself lounging on your couch, scrolling needlessly through your phone for some distraction as a thought bloomed in the back of your mind and anxiety mirrored it in your chest. Did you get scammed?
You were seconds away from calling the number back and telling him off when your front door was swung open. Quickly you jumped to your feet, heart hammering in your chest as you rushed around the living room to stand at the entrance. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, jaw going slack as you took in the sight of the bulky figure on the other side. The pictures hadn’t done him justice at all, but perhaps the glower on his features and the way he tugged his tie down just made him that more attractive. His hands were huge, shoulders broad and he easily towered over you, easily taking your breath away
Stunned, you couldn’t form a response to his sudden intrusion; in fact it was hard to think of anything other than how hot he was. It seemed to work in your favor, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as he kicked his shoes off as if he really did live here. “And why aren’t you on your knees?” His tone was low and dangerous, just like the energy radiating off of him.
For a moment you were confused, realizing only as he stalked towards you that the scene really had started and he was playing the role of a lover; an angry one. Everything about his posture, his expression, told you that you were in some big trouble. While it excited you, it also had adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Wait wait, I can explain-” You stumbled backwards, hands up in front of you as if that was going to be a very good defense, especially when your back hit the wall into the kitchen.
“You had plenty of time to do that earlier, Darling. On. Your. Knees .” He tossed his tie aside and reached for his belt, large hands quickly undoing the leather and pulling it off his hips with a satisfying snap.
Every fiber of your being was on edge, both with arousal and adrenaline, fighting between succumbing but also running. Your eyes darted to the side for an escape plan and just as you moved to take it his hand lashed out and grabbed your wrist. You were thrown back against the wall, wrist held above your head as he pinned you there and pressed closer. “And where the fuck do you think you are going?”
The growl to his threat had your knees buckling beneath you, staring up with doe eyes as he let you fall to your knees before him, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. “So you do know how to listen?”
You let out a small whimper, staring up at him with a plethora of emotions in your eyes. From arousal to shock to confusion, even a bit of fear, but you didn’t use your safe word. You didn’t want him to stop. So he didn’t. His hands were busy, one moving to slide into your hair and hold your head back, keeping eye contact as his other hand worked effortlessly to pull off his belt. He pulled it off to the side quickly enough a satisfying snap rang out next to your head.
“You look a little too eager to be getting your punishment, Darling.” His hand tightened in your hair, yanking your head back further. “Open up, about time you put that filthy mouth of yours to some good use.”
You whined, shaking your head as best you could and pressing your lips together in protest. He chuckled, belt tossed aside while he made quick work of his pants. You weren’t expecting his thick length to slap down against your cheek and over your eye, the sheer size of him throwing you for a loop. Again, his profile hadn’t done him justice; how was he so big? How was he going to fit?
Better yet, how could you go back to anything else after you’ve had a taste of this?
Thighs pressed together you were already throbbing, even as he harshly rubbed his cock across your face. “You have until the count of three to open wide if you want this to be less painful. One-”
You remained adamant about keeping your mouth shut, trying to turn your head away just to have it pulled back against the wall. “Two-”
Staring up at him around his cock you gripped onto his thighs with the intention of fighting him off, yet the feel of the muscle beneath the slacks had you pausing. He gripped your chin, pushing his thumb with ease between your lips and forcing your mouth open. “And three.” Before you could do anything, say anything, he was pushing his tip in between your lips, keeping your jaw slack with his grip. He tested how well your mouth could stretch by pushing in an inch, then two, continuing until half his cock was in your mouth and tears were brimming your eyes from the exertion.
“So compliant now aren’t you Darling? Look at you, taking my cock so well in that dirty mouth of yours. You can handle all of it, can't you?” He pushed in a bit more, pausing as you gagged around his girth. “Take it.”
For a moment you debated tapping out, but at the same time you had never been so turned on in your life. Moaning around his throbbing member, you tugged on his pants as a silent plea to continue. You nearly missed the way his shoulders relaxed for a split second, the soft sigh on his pretty lips that had you thinking he was worried for a moment that he was going to hurt you. You had been worried too but you didn’t care, not anymore. To invite him in even more you hollow your cheeks, pressing your tongue up to add pressure.
“Fucking hell-” He groaned out, head falling forward as he pushed his whole length down your throat, only to nearly pull out and do so again. His hips snapped at a brutal pace, hand braced on the wall while his other kept your head from slamming back into it. Tears freely streamed down your face, throat burning as he hit deep with each thrust. “Do you like it when I use you like this?” At your hum, he let out a deep growl. “Such a fucking slut for me aren’t you?”
His dark hair that had been slicked back fell forward a bit from the force of his own thrusts as he continued to abuse your throat, moving even faster and a bit harsher at the sight of your tears. It was the intense need to breath that had you tapping his thigh three times, surprise filling you at how quickly he pulled his cock out, only to slap it against your cheek as you panted.
The two of you locked eyes, searching for any sign you needed him to stop; but once you had caught your breath, you willingly opened your mouth wide for him, sticking out your tongue. With a groan he shoved his length back in, a hand on either side of your head to gold you still as his hips bucked to bruise your throat even more.
This alone had your underwear soaked, your hips grinding to find some type of friction to chase your own high. You dared to drop a hand down and slip it into your underwear, Yunho seemingly too preoccupied with fucking your mouth to notice where your hand was. At least you thought so until he ripped your hand up and slammed it against the wall next to your head.
“Not until you’re choking on my cum.” He panted out, the only indication you had to how close he was. Gone was your desire to touch yourself, instead wanting him to reach his own climax in your abused mouth. Once more you pressed your tongue up, moaning and gagging around his cock as the tears continued to stream and smudge your makeup. You could tell his thrusts were a bit erratic now, a bit harsher, no doubt chasing that release you were craving to taste.
And you did, your throat getting coated in his hot cum while he made one of the most delicious sounds you have ever heard a man make. With his member still fully submerged in your mouth, you were left choking on his cum just as he said, yet you didn’t tap out.
He was the one who pulled away first, stepping back and dropping your head. Catching his own breath he looked you over, taking in your state while you struggled to swallow the thick salty substance. You brought a hand up to rub at your already sore throat, choking on what you couldn’t swallow while trying to breathe normally. He allowed you to have your moment, his hands working open his button up as you leaned back against the wall, wiping away the tear stains and panting.
“I’m not done with you just yet Darling, stand up.”
You obliged without hesitation, using the wall as your knees were still a bit weak. He hadn’t even touched you yet here you were, legs wobbly and pussy soaked just from sheer anticipation. He was still hard and ready, even after unloading down your throat. You thought it was impressive, but figured he had taken viagra. How else was he going to last the two hours you paid for?
Better yet, how were you going to last?
Shirt unbuttoned he closed the distance between you two, crashing his lips to yours as he pinned you against the wall. Forcing his tongue between your lips you could still taste his cum as the kiss delved into a mess of tongue and teeth and spit. It was easy to forget you paid for this, that he was technically a stranger, when he kissed you like you really were his lover.
But it was short lived as he pulled away, grabbing you by the forearm and tugging you deeper into the living room. Your shaky legs made it hard to keep up with his long strides to the point you were stumbling after him but he paid no mind to your struggles. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you in front of him, using the momentum to throw you onto the couch. You managed not to faceplant by grabbing the back of the couch, but it still left you haphazardly bent over it.
Not that you minded having your bottom exposed to him like this, one glance over your shoulder and you can see he didn’t mind either. Licking his lips, eyes on your exposed underwear since your skirt had flipped up, he pulled on one leather glove as he approached. “Fuck I can see how soaked you are from here. You really like it when I abuse you like a fucktoy huh Darling?”
Debating on whether or not to answer, he brought his hand down to your exposed ass, the crack of the leather on your skin resounding in the room. “Y-yes!” You bit back a moan, gripping the back of the couch as you tried to turn your body just enough to see the handprint you know he left.
Yet Yunho was still in control of this scene, his hand coming down yet again. “Yes what?” In contrast to the hard slap he rubbed your sore cheek, soothing the sting he had left behind.
“Y-yes sir!” You gasped out, his hand connected to your reddened skin once more, an eyebrow lifted expectantly. “Yes Sir, I love it when you abuse me. I-I’m just your little fuck toy. Please!” Shame washed over you at your admission, but it was only a tiny fraction compared to the arousal that had you clenching and seeking stimulation.
“That’s a good girl.” He hummed out, soothing your stinging cheek. “Good toys just take what they are given.” A loud rip echoed through the room, and before you could process what it was he was slamming his full length into you. Your whole body shook, a desperate cry leaving your lips as your head fell forward. It hit deeper than you thought possible, the stretch of your cunt around him both pleasurable and painful.
Your head felt like it was filled with cotton already, the only thing you could focus on was his cock inside you, throbbing as much as your own walls. He didn’t move, only pushed further and further until you could feel your stomach bulging out. “Fuck, so fucking tight.”
While your head swam with the overwhelming sensations, he grabbed both of your wrists and yoinked them behind your back. You could feel a leather strap wrapping them together, your brain processing it as his discarded belt, the leather digging in when he tightened it closed. You couldn’t protest, you didn’t want to. This was part of the scene, and what you had agreed to, which just further excited you.
He could feel you clench around him, his breath hitching as he pushed up your skirt to around your waist, exposing your lower half to him fully, his hand once more running over the reddened skin he had abused already. “You take me so well Darling, the best. Let’s see if you can handle my worst.”
Without any more warning he was snapping his hips into you, his gloved hand squeezing where he had spanked you, while his other reached for your hair and pulled to bend your body just enough that every thrust of his had him bulging out your stomach. Moans and cries spilled from your lips in a mess, his cock rubbing against all the right spots that, with the way he was manhandling you, you were quickly approaching your sweet release.
He could tell just from the way your thighs were shaking and the desperation growing in your drooling pleas. When you came, you came hard, and he didn’t relent for a second despite how you nearly pushed him out from the force of your orgasm. He tugged harder on your hair, pulling you up and grabbing your throat while holding you back against him. He took it even another step further, his gloved hand reaching down and smacking your clit. You cried out from the strong mixture of pain and pleasure.
The overstimulation had tears running down your face once more, cries muffled from the force of his hand tight around your neck and cutting off your air flow. “That’s it Darling, cry for me. I want to see that pretty face of yours ruined, just like I’m doing to your cunt.” His thrusts became harder to emphasize, your eyes literally rolling back into your head and drool escaping the corner of your lips.
Despite the agreement, his hand loosened up a bit and he brought his mouth to your ear. “Color?”
“Green! SO fucking green! Oh my fucking God- Y-Yuhno!” Catching your breath for only a second you were crying out, a second orgasm like no other hitting you so hard your juices were squirting all over the couch beneath you. Body shaking from the force, your mind went blank with the amount of pleasure coursing through you.
That pleasure was quickly becoming painful, but you reveled in it even as his hips still and he released himself deep inside you, a sinful groan tickling your ear as he held you tight against him. You felt deliciously full just from his cock, yet now with his seed in your womb like this you felt like you were going to burst.
He didn’t pull out, both of you still aside from the hefty pants as you tried to catch your breath. As you came down from your high you were well aware of how sore your body was, but it didn’t seem to matter, you only wanted more.
Letting out a soft whimper you turned to try to head to look at him and beg. His hair had fallen into his face, sweat covering his brow as he was watching you with a wide grin. “I'm not done with you just yet.” He reassured you, lifting you up while managing to keep himself fully sheathed inside you. With every step he took towards your room, you could feel every inch of him moving inside and exciting you even further. You were already so sensitive by the time he was laying you on your bed, your bound hands beneath you.
You took in the sight of him now that you had a clear moment to do so while he stripped himself of his pants and then rid you of your skirt. He took it a step further by pushing your top up and over your bra, snapping the flimsy fabric with ease to expose you fully to him.
At least neither survived since your underwear was no doubt torn in half somewhere in the living room. You didn’t have a single care for either, your heart racing from the undivided attention he was giving your body with his heated gaze.
It really felt as if you were lovers, an adoration in his eyes that had your cheeks deepening in color more than anything else he had done to you so far. It didn’t last for long, lust glazing over his eyes as he gripped your hips and pushed your legs wide apart. “Be good for me one more time Darling. Can you do that?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Such a good little slut for me. So eager.” He hummed out, lifting your hips off the bed and relieving pressure off your bound wrists. Once more he shoved his full length into you, but this time there was no hesitation before he was snapping his hips into yours. “Look at how good my little whore takes me. So tiny compared to my cock.” He hooked your legs over his forearms and lifted you further off the bed so you could see clearly the bulge he made in your stomach with every thrust.
With just your upper back supporting you, your whole body was bouncing with each of his harsh thrusts. Coupled with his degrading words that praised you, your head was a jumble of a mess. All you could do was nod along and agree, moaning out “Yes Sir” and “oh my god” left and right for him.
“Want me to pump you full of my cum? Leave a permanent bulge in that cute stomach of yours from how full I’ll make you?”
“Yes please!” A harsh slap to your inner thigh and a glare had you quickly adding on “Sir!”
“Fuck you’re clenching around me so hard- such a dirty slut, getting so excited about such a filthy thing aren’t you?” He maneuvered his hand with ease to rub harshly at your clit with his thumb, holding you still as your hips bucked from the overstimulation of his touch.
“Yes! Yes I am Sir!”
He leaned forward enough to slap your cheek, not as harshly as he had your thigh but harsh enough that tears stung your eyes once more. “ You are what ?”
“I’m such a dirty slut!” You cried out mere seconds before another harsh climax rocked your body, your hips bucking involuntarily as he pressed down harder on your clit. Your climax quickly rolled into another, the force pushing him out and all he could do was hold your body still as you soaked both of you.
There wasn’t any time to recover, your body still shaking and chest heaving when he pushed himself back in, muttering curses and about how good you felt as he chased his own high one last time. “I’ll fill you up one more time. Just one more.”
He sounded as desperate as you felt, sweat running down the side of his face and causing the dark strands to stick to his pretty cheeks. In a daze, your head swimming and the pleasure so intense you felt like passing out, you could only pant and watch this beautiful man come undone.
The last thing you remembered before losing consciousness was the expression he made while filling up your cunt one last time with his cum, the feeling even more euphoric the second time.
Some time passed before you regained some awareness of where you were, hearing the sound of running water. It took a moment for you to remember what had happened, one eye opening to look around. You were safely tucked into bed, hair wet from what you assumed was a bath or shower, no restraints and one of your pajama shirts on. There was a glass of water and some aspirin on your night stand, your phone plugged in next to it. Head still quite fuzzy, you managed to take the aspirin and down half the glass before curling back under the blankets.
Wanting to succumb to sleep, your last thought was of Yunho, and how you definitely would be asking for him again.