u/true_self_within

I anticipated the third visit from the mysterious man in the mask. As he had requested, I waited for him at the end of the bed, lying on my back. Goosebumps spread across my skin the moment I heard the front door open and the heavy sound of footsteps climbing the stairs.
My head turned toward the doorway as he appeared — this time without the mask.
For the first time, I finally saw the man behind it.
I had been yearning for this stranger, consumed by thoughts of him, and now that I could finally see him clearly, he invaded my mind the same way he had invaded my body. The sight of him standing there made my pulse race. His presence alone was enough to make me ache for him, to crave him, to need him closer.
He stepped into the room and stood over me while I looked up at him, taking in every detail. Leaning forward, his fingers traced slowly over my skin, exploring my breasts before drifting lower. Every touch sent heat through me. I could already feel myself getting close, but I wanted to wait. I wanted him to know exactly how good he made me feel, how much I enjoyed surrendering to him, how badly I wanted to please him.
My thoughts fixated on him completely. I reached up, desperate to touch him, and he guided my hands, giving me full access to him. I wanted him to feel my hunger, my need, my enthusiasm.
Then he told me to lie back. Grabbing my legs, he pulled my hips closer to him, continuing to tease me until I was trembling beneath him. When I finally felt him enter me, it was everything I had been waiting for. I had held back for so long because I wanted to feel every second of him inside me. I wanted him to know exactly what he did to me.
As he moved against me, I held his gaze, pouring every ounce of energy and desire into the moment. Pleasure overtook me completely, and I finally came beneath him. Moments later, I felt him release too, leaving me breathless and shaking.
When he finally pulled away, he told me to spread my legs. He wanted to admire the mess he had made of me — and it was impossible to deny exactly what had happened between us.
Then, without another word, he pulled up his pants and left me there on the bed, flushed, trembling, and completely overwhelmed.
Ever since, my mind has been spinning. I keep hoping he’ll come back, hoping I’ll hear those footsteps on the stairs again.

After my first experience with the anonymous masked man. I spend the entire rest of the day and evening hoping he would use me again as his cum dump. Reliving it running through the detail in my head.
We continued to chat on Reddit then a day later, he confirms that he will be visiting me again. I feel my heart Skip a beat filled with anticipation.
The whole morning, thinking about him coming over again I took my time to put on a sexy outfit, nice and slutty fish dresses always do the part. I put on make up as well because even though I don’t know what he looks like he can see me very clearly.
As the day passed on my excitement growing finally, the moment has come. Hearing my front door open my heart immediately skips a beat. I hear him coming up the stairs until I see him as he walks into my bedroom. He has on a different mask this time, I’m also able to see his stature and the way he holds himself, and walks all the little things that give just a little bit of detail about someone, but not enough to know anything.
he comes over the side of my bed, he loosens his pants so that I can see his cock and what a beautiful cock it is. My mouth instantly waters. I use my hands at first touch him feeling his cock and balls. he puts his hand under my chin and tells me to look up at him.
Looking up I see the masked man staring down at me. I still have no idea who he is but I feel such a strong desire to please him. As he drops his hand from my chin i lower my mouth to
His cock. it feels good in my mouth sliding my way up and down his shaft going all the way down to his balls. I make sure do it with as much enthusiasm as I can so he would fully be aware of how much I desired to please him. As I continue to use my mouth on his cock, I feel him pull on me gently and I know that he wants me to turn around so he can fuck me.
I can feel my pussy twitch with excitement at the thought of it, remembering how he felt inside of me. turning around, I can feel him teasing me a little before finally entering me. I feel it stretching me as he slowly enters me until he hits my cervix, as he thrust deeper I feel so full. I start to push back on him, but he stops me. He wants to be in control set the pace. At one point he stops thrusting altogether just placing himself deeply inside my pussy and remaining completely still I’m able to feel and appreciate how he stretches me out.
He grabs my Hips fucking me much harder, making me realize that the first time he was being very gentle. I can feel my body wanting to cum on his cock with each thrust, but he reminds me not to cum, as a denial queen I often don’t find it too hard to hold back, but everything in me wants to cum. pushing himself deeper inside me using me for his pleasure. I can feel him inside of me filling my hole. Last time he makes sure the stroke every last drop into my Cunt before pulling out. Not wanting him to hurry out this time so I ask if I can use my mouth to clean him off. He agrees to let me service his cock. I want him to know I appreciate him using me, so I lick and suck making sure that all of my juices are off of him and also getting any remaining cum.
He can grabs my chin and has me look up at him the man in the mask. I know he can see that I’m extremely happy and cum drunk. I think he can also see the submissive side of me that part that wants to hand myself over to someone to let them shape me and use me as they want. pulling up his pants I watch him leaving my room as he closes the door behind him.

This time I have an easier time gathering my thoughts, and although I’m still very much in the moment of riding the high from the energy exchange that just happened, taking a moment before I grab my camera and make sure to take a video, I want to see his cum dripping out of me. With camera in hand spreading my legs admiring the wet mess. The blend of my juices and his cum has me covered and glistening. spreading my legs a little further, I can see his cum dripping out of me. With a slight little push, feeling it running down my Cunt to my ass crack and then onto my bed cover. Wanting him to know that I appreciate and never want to waste any of his cum, I use my mouth and tongue to lick and suck his cum from my comforter taking a picture to send him later. Taking my hand running it down to my Cunt, I scoop up everything that I can from my messy cunt bringing my hand to my mouth, licking, sucking everything making sure I don’t miss even one drop. I do this multiple times to make sure that nothing is wasted.
I lay on my bed a few more moments just enjoying the moment, enjoying the calm and the bliss that I get from being used.

It’s now the next day and I’m left hoping he will still want to come back for a third play. my curiosity is peaked. I wanna know a little more about the man behind the mask. He has become something I can feel myself craving to serve.

They say your first is your best. I’m at the beginning of my journey. For trying to be free use cum dump. I have posted an ad. I’m working on my karma so I can apply and post in other threads so that more men can see me and use me. while I’m doing this I get messages but one that stands out in the moment. As we talk about expectations and wants, we align on a lot of things so I agree to give him my address. The only thing I know about him is his Reddit account and a few pictures of his cock. I don’t even know what he looks like.
We agree that I will meet him upstairs in my bedroom so that he can let himself in, I know that he has brought a mask with him to put on inside.
The anticipation leading up to this leave me in goosebumps on every inch of my body. It felt like my heart was shaking the bed as I laid there with my legs open on my stomach.
I hear the door open and close, followed by footsteps of the stairs as he approaches I can hear his footsteps getting louder. I look over my shoulder and see him enter the room, and turn out the light. but I can’t actually tell anything about him. Turning my head back and trying to focus on my breathing. Everything in my mind screaming what am I doing? I can hear him removing clothing, followed by his hands on me touching my body working his way up to my cunt my wetness giving me away about how much I want this, my gash dripping I can feel his fingers as they enter into me.
I’m not fully able to see what he’s doing, but I think he grabbed some of my wetness and put it on his cock, I feel his cock as he rubs it against my pussy lips and tries to put it in, but it doesn’t quite fit and needs a little more lube. I know this because I can hear him spit, followed by his cock entering into my pussy stretching it as he pushes further inside of me. I’m filled with a mix of emotions. First, the fact that I am fucking a stranger and the second is how good his cock feels inside of me. I can hear him saying things but this part is all fuzzy I’m my memory. but I think he’s degrading me because I get off on that and in deserve it. feeling like less then, feeling used and at this moment, the emotional, the physical and the practical, all align perfectly to make me feel like a worthless whore. I feel my body start to shake and inside me a feeling that I want to cum. He feels it too. I can hear him Tell me not to. his voice bringing me back from that edge. My body is still vibrating and I’m still right at the edge, but it was enough for me to gain composure. He continues fucking me, my body still vibrating from the mix of fear and adrenaline. I can feel him start to cum His cock twitching as his cum fills me. I fell amazing like a job well done. Like I have some purpose. I can feel him stroking the last bits of cum inside of me making sure he gets every drop in my cunt. As his cock softens and leaves my pussy I hear him putting on his pants. I turned my head to look just as he’s about to leave the room. My body with an overwhelming sense of joy and excitement tells him thank you. as he i hear him heading down my hallway and then down my stairs after that I can’t focus anymore, so I’m not sure if he’s downstairs or whether he’s actually left but my body is still so shaky. I can’t emotionally get off the bed. I’m in a state of shock about what I’ve just done. I’ve fucked on the first date before, but usually that’s following drinks or dinner, after talking getting to see the other person‘s body language.. this was no date this was sex and nothing more, not knowing anything about the person who has just flooded my pussy with their cum left me feeling confused and scared with my endorphins running on high. even though I don’t know him, the fact that I was able to satisfy him, brought me great pleasure and satisfaction within myself. I’m not fully sure how much time has passed, but I am able to sit up in the bed. I grab my phone. To take a picture of how messy my pussy looks after being flooded with cum.
I spead my legs hitting the button, I accidentally hit the record. I’m not fully functioning, but I’m glad I did. I managed to capture a gigantic load of cum as a gushes out of me onto my bed cover. even though a bunch dripped out of me it still felt like I was full. I sat in my bed, and I let the feelings of being a total whore wash over me, knowing that I surrendered my body to an absolute complete stranger. When Im able to message him on Reddit to make sure that I fully thank him. I feel so grateful that he used me and I was able to please him. I can’t even fully express my joy of being useful, having a goal, because I don’t fully understand them myself. It’s now been over 24 hours since he fucked me and it’s all I can think about. his cum was still running out of me the morning after. How I still felt like a whore
Although I don’t fully know him like at all, he respected all of my boundaries he used and treated me the way that he knew I needed to be treated he helped me fulfil and push through this challenge in my life . as I’m writing this, I can feel the flowery emotions. I know it’s that mix of adrenaline and drop. the same submissives get after bdsm play, emotional masochism can be just as powerful and strong, knowing that he was able to get in my head hurting and guiding me has left me a giant ball of putty to mold, and my thoughts dreaming about the next time he use me.

Looking to be bred and used as a cumdump. quickies are my favourite. can host sometimes no strings just fun.

Good hygiene is a must
Bringing zero drama also a must