My FWB Told Me I Was Too Vanilla

I won't forget how one of the worst times of my life led me to some of the best days and nights that I've had. It led me to explore new boundaries and live life to the fullest. I learned that suffering can sometimes be part of the path to happiness.

I was at work and was due to meet my friend Melisa later on in the evening. We had a friend-with-benefits type of relationship for a few years. The inevitable happened, and I developed some feelings for her. Then it all came to an end without any explanation. She texted me and said she didn't want to see me anymore, "vanilla sex just wasn't for her." Over the next few weeks, I texted her back multiple times, but she never returned any of them. Instead, she blocked me. My heart was broken, and I felt helpless in the situation.

A few months went by, I wasn't eating properly, and I didn't feel any motivation to get back out there. Melissa was the second woman I had ever slept with. We did all sorts of crazy sex positions, I couldn't see where I went wrong, and my confidence was nil.

One night, my friend Dave, who had noticed how I was, came by and dragged me out. I wasn't in the mood, and by 11, I had enough and went back home. Whilst walking back, I saw a group of 5 gorgeous women dressed head to toe in kinky black leather outfits.

Something inside me, an animalistic desire, broke out, and I couldn't control it. I let my desire dominate me, so I ran across the road to talk to them. I said hello, but they all initially laughed, and I almost regretted approaching them. But one tall blond dressed in a black corset, leather trousers, and knee-high boots looked me dead in the eye. She told me they were part of a dominatrix club, "always on the lookout for new slaves." Then, without asking, she grabbed my phone off my hands and typed in her number. Her name was "Madame Claire." One of the other women then said they had to go, so I smiled, said bye, and left.

The next day I woke up with a slight hangover. I felt ashamed but pleased with myself for having approached women again. I thought I might as well text this so-called "Madame" and see what happens. I texted her, asking when she would spank me. To my surprise, she texted me back, demanding me to address her as "Madame or Mistress." Apologising, I explained that I was new to that kind of thing. She didn't get back to me until the next day, "no cum inside of me tonight, slave." Then she gave me her address and told me to be at her place at 8, not before, not after.

When I arrived at her place, at 8 o'clock sharp, she opened her door. I couldn't help but stare at her. I was gobsmacked. She was wearing black stiletto heels, fishnet stockings, black French knickers, a black leather corset, whip in hand, and her long blond hair in a bun. She had very soft features, a tiny nose, big blue eyes, a thin jaw, and big red lips. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, "hello," she just burst out laughing and dragged me into her flat.

She led me to her room and put some blindfolds on me. Then whispered in my ear, "Boy, I'm going to skin you with my tongue. I want to feel you. I want it all. I want a good pussy pounding. You'd best deliver." Immediately I felt a push against my back and fell into her bed. Claire then tied my hands and bound my feet. I was helpless when she climbed on top of my face, grinding her tight pussy against my lips, and began whipping my thighs as she did so. Once juices were pouring all over my mouth, her delicate hands began to pull my hair. She then got lower, unzipped my trousers, and slipped my cock inside her.

She rode me for half an hour or so, but it seemed like an eternity as my dick slipped in and out of her pussy. When she started moaning, I didn't know what had come over me. Perhaps it was due to all the pent-up rage I was feeling and the ecstasy of the rough sex we were having. But at a moment's notice, my arms snapped out of her binds, and I quickly undid the knots that tied my feet.

With both hands, I ripped my shirt off, buttons and all, and took off my trousers with one swift move. When I slipped my blindfolds off, I saw Claire's face. Her big blue eyes were wide open, and her jaw had dropped. I didn't waste a single moment. I picked her up from the bed, her delicious big lips intertwined with mine.

Her tits were pressed tightly against my chest. She still tried to maintain control and whispered in my ear as I kissed her neck, "fuck me against the wall." I drove her forward, and her back slammed against the wall as my solid cock slid inside of her whilst my arms held her aloft.

We fucked hard that night, moving from place to place, breaking stuff around the room as we did so. She began to scream, but I told her to "shut up and bite my nipples." When her teeth sank in, the slight pain I got almost made me cum, but I persevered and threw her onto the bed. She got on all fours, and I slid my rock hard prick inside her. I was pounding her hard from behind. My right hand was around her throat, and my left was around her waist, holding her tight as my cock slipped in and out.

Morning came, we were still fucking, and I was almost exhausted. I pulled my dick out, grabbed her by the waist with one arm, and spun her around. Our eyes locked, she panted, and I told her, "lick my dick." She came forward like a hungry lioness ready for the hunt, swallowing my cock whole. Her voluptuous lips were tight around my cock whilst her tongue massaged the shaft. I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to cum in her mouth.

My load shot out, and she began to gag, but she didn't let go and swallowed every single drop of my cum. After licking her lips, she fell back, my heart was still racing, but I was so tired I fell by her side. We both smiled at each other, embraced, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

After that first night, Claire and I began seeing each other. She ended up knowing everything about me and taught me a lot as well. After a few months, when we were out in a bar, I saw Melissa with another guy at the table next to us. Claire knew immediately who it was by the look on my face. Suddenly, she placed both hands on my cheeks, licked my lips, and said, "Leo, you're the best fuck I've ever had. Any woman that lets you go is fucking crazy". 

Melissa looked angry and jealous. She muttered a few swear words under her breath, got up with the guy she was with, and left. That night Claire and I had amazing sex. It was a filthy raw fuck that was even better than the first time. I definitely knew I wasn't vanilla anymore.