[MF] The most (25F) humiliating thing I ever did!

Just writing this turned me on so much, today is another of those days I discuss below, and I did get laid today, but not enough. Too horny to sleep. Thanks for reading. I am 28 today, but was 25 when it happened. 5'7" brunette, thin/athletic with long hair, average breasts with small nipples, men overall would say I'm attractive.

When I'm ovulating or near my ovulation day, I get absolutely crazy horny. I know it happens to all girls, but for me, it's absolutely insane, it's literally ALL I can think about. You don't want to hear all the stuff I've done when I was crazy horny, but often I have to miss work just because I can't focus at all. I've missed days of work because I was literally too horny to think about anything else. I've gotten a bus seat soaked wet because a guy standing in front of me had amazing pecs, guy I wanted him to bend me over and fuck me so bad, so I no longer wear robes during that day. During those days, there is really one thing that will resolve my ""problem"": a dick, in me, huge if possible, in and out, over and over again, until I am sent over the edge. Nothing else will do.

As I said, you don't even want to know all the things I've done during those "super" days. Basically, I would do anything to get laid. At first I had a few guys from my list, but they quickly became unreliable. They're busy, working, tired, in a couple now. Likewise, it's harder for a girl to get a sure shot at a bar than you might think: often, the guys have to go someplace else, or they work early in the morning, or they have a magical girlfriend that pops out of nowhere, etc. The best way to satiate my needs, I found, is a club. With a club, I rarely fail, if ever. Plus you get all the grinding and dancing and kissing to REALLY pump you up until you can take it no more. I've done things in cars just because I literally couldn't wait a second more. Obviously, a problem is that clubs are only open on certain days, so if my "big day" happens on a Wednesday, well, too bad.

I should also say, to better present my story, that I've never achieved an orgasm through vibrators or things like that. I am more of a vaginal girl: I need something in me, preferably moving, to achieve orgasm. I never orgasmed from masturbation - touching and rubbing the clit - or oral before neither.

Likewise, I rarely achieve orgasm by myself and when I do, usually with a dildo, it's usually one of those "small" orgasms that leave me wanting more instead of satisfied. You know, that little pull of happiness and then you're hornier than before, you need more. To have a GOOD orgasm, simply said, I need a guy penetrating me. It's... the way they hold me, they way they get in and out of me, the way they can't control themselves and are trying to cum, to shoot their cum in me, it's the way they smell, how they hold me, how strong they are and how they are gaining control of me (am a submissive girl) by fucking my pussy... No amount of plastic or metal can replicate that, not even close. To come, I really need the setup that comes with it. Anyway. Maybe it's like tickling and how you can't tickle yourself: I can't orgasm myself.

The day of our story, my ovulation caught me completely by surprise. It had been fourth months without sex and the three ovus before, I found myself absorbed by work, only able to achieve a mini-orgasm in bed with a toy here and there. I was horny these three times, but still managed to do OK through it. A few plans fell through during that time, once I did talk to a guy at a bar but he cancelled at the last minute, so I didn't get sex.

Four long months of no sex. And the day my ovulation hit me, it must have been at least a week since I had anything at all, even touching myself. It hit me, and it hit me like a TON of brick. Big, horny, arousing bricks. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist it.

I arrived late at work, trying badly to come to some porn with my fav dildo, but to no success. If anything, it made me even more aroused. I literally could not think about anything but sex. I decided to go to work to try to change my mind (flexible schedule). At first it worked, but by 3PM, I was so horny it dripped through my jeans, and I had to use a pad to block it. I used my phone to read some erotica to calm me down, but to no avail.

Luckily, it was a Friday, so clubs it would be. Tons of very good looking men. I like them tall, strong, in shape, larger than me, with big arms and pecs. I like them to look at me confidently, aggressively and lasciviously. I like them to grab me and get me to do what they want me to do. I like them well-dressed, groomed and dominant. So I calmed my raging womb by telling it we would go to a club that night. "I promised," I said inside.

Unfortunately, this one time, it didn't work. I even had to approach guys, who would dance with me (get me even more horny), then magically vanish. They had something to do. They found another girl (urg). None of them seemed interested in me.

At around 1AM, with the action at the club dying down, I brought up my phone and loaded my online dating profile. At this point, I would have fucked any guy at all. I chatted a few, but they were all going to bed or too tired. And I admit it's weird getting contacted at such a late time by some hormone crazy chick!

I stayed at the club until closing, basically trying EVERY guy I could, and finally, I got one! Not too cute, not too ugly. He was nice enough to drive me home (it was 2:30AM) and I thought it was a sure shot.

"You wanna come in?"

"Oh no, I saw you looking drunk and all and I was just worried for you. I wanted to make sure you got home safe."

"Thank you, you are so nice. Come, let's get a coffee."

"No, sorry." Nooooo! Since when do men refuse! I kept insisting, saying it was just a drink, to please come in, etc, until he said "Ma'am, I'm actually gay. I didn't want you to get in danger."

UGH!

And worse, it was too late to go back to the club. It would be closed by the time I arrived. I was absolutely crushed.

So I walked inside and told myself that if I could just fall asleep, maybe it would go. Nope. I was so aroused and horny, still smelling some cute guy's perfume. I kept reimagining some of the hottest sex I had had and after thirty minutes, I just got frustrated. God I was horny...

"I'm sorry ms vagina," I thought to myself, maybe not in those words. "I tried, I really did. But I failed, I'm sorry."

"TRY AGAIN! SOMETHING!"

"I tried everything! I thought I had it"

"NO. PENIS. IN. NOW."

"What do you want me to do? I did all I could."

"..."

"..."

"Well, you could try Tinder."

"It's 3:30AM, everyone will be sleeping... Ugh, fine, I'll try."

This is how bad I needed sex. After four months, at the peak of my cycle..........

So I cycled a few, basically swiping for every single man, without any success. All sleeping perhaps? Then I remembered someone I had matched with a long time ago. We had exchanged a few texts and that was it. I looked at him. To my luck, he was online now.

The guy was 33, tall, muscular, good looking and with a sharp look. He had that gaze that radiated intensity and looked like someone who had his stuff in order. The part of his profiled that hooked me the most the first time (yes, during another of those "days") read:

"Only on Tinder for sex. Into rough sex."

I texted him asking how he was doing (we hadn't talked in weeks) and waited. No, no, surely he was sleeping. Not even a minute later, he replied:

"I am doing fine. Should we meet for a quick coffee?"

"Sure ;)"

"And maybe more?" he replied.

"Possibly ;)" I wrote as teasingly as I could, trying not to look desperate.

"There's a 24h cafe near me, can you come?"

Now, it seems insane that I would leave my bed at nearly 4AM to meet a guy I had never met before a cafe... But I wasn't thinking straight. You know. I felt my heart pump as my plan might finally work, and felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing I would finally get laid.

I drove a bit fast and arrived in 20 mins or so. He arrived shortly after, sat down, and looked at me up and down. He was good-looking, muscular, he looked strong, pretty much like his picture. YES!

"You are so damn pretty," he said.

"Thank you!"

We chatted for a few minutes and I tried to give hints I was interested. As he kept talking, I tried to get closer to him, moving my face forward near his.

I finished my herbal tea and then he said:

"I live nearby. I have drinks at home. Interested?"

Dangerous? Yes. Desperate? Yes. This was one of the more luxurious and safest neighborhood of our city, but still. You never know. The idea that he could be a killer never really crossed my mind, I think. I was a bit scared, but there was no way I was backing. Also, the barista seemed to know him, apparently he came there often. This reassured me.

"We can go for a walk," I said.

He kept a nice place and during our walk, he held my hand. YES! As soon as we got in his place (a condo on a high floor of a large, expensive building), he asked me what I wanted, and I said I didn't want anything.

He stood silent, approached me to kiss me and within a minute or two, our clothes were off. Yes, it was that fast. It was clear what we were here to do and I was sooo happy.

He whispered to my ear:

"You are one little horny slut, aren't you?" and I quivered in anticipation.

"Yes," I replied.

"I'm going to pound your pussy until you beg me to stop," he told me and I grabbed his dick and stroked it until it was rock hard. He had a decent dick, long and large, too long for my hand. Oh my god I was soooooo turned on! And sooo happy! Nothing worse than not finding a dick when you desperately needed one, thankfully I had found one now :).

He led me to his bed and pushed me on it. He kissed me all over, caressing my breasts, hips, and sliding his finger on my clit. He stood by the side of the bed and then brought his dick near my face.

Then, to my utter shock, he said:

"You know what? I'm not really into it," on a disappointed tone.

"What?."

"Not tonight. I am tired."

"Did... Did I do anything?"

"Not at all. You are perfect. Stunning, gorgeous, absolutely beautiful. It's just not the right night. Give me your number, we'll set something up."

"I want this as much as you," I said, looking at his erect dick. GOD did I want this in me, fucking my brains until I cummed over and over.

"Please put your clothes back on and leave."

I was absolutely crushed, demolished, about to break down completely.

"No, please, wait. I'm really turned on. I really want this. Please, let's have sex. Please." I started to beg and beg him, and he grinned.

"You really want to get fucked badly, huh?"

"YES!"

"Then you are going to have to beg better than that."

He stood over me, dominant.

"Please, please fuck my brains out. I'm a little slut who needs a good fucking, I need your dick in me pounding me..."

"Learn to beg correctly. Get on your knees first."

God I felt so humiliated. I resisted for a few seconds, but then did as he asked. I felt tears building up.

"Please fuck the shit out of me, please fuck me until my pussy can't take it, fuck me until I can't take it anymore..."

"Not good enough." He turned away. "Please pick your stuff and leave."

I had a full, complete breakdown. It was the sum of everything that happened that day, how horny I had been and how long, and how badly I needed a man to fuck the shit out of me.

"Please, please, I'm just a pathetic little slut on my knees begging you to fuck me. I'm just a stupid whore begging you for sex like the little slut I am. Please please please please fuck me, please shove your dick in me" I must have begged him for a full minute in all the variations I could think of, crying. Then, he smiled.

"You know what? I wanna see how far you can go." He brought out that huge dildo, shaped exactly like a dick. "With how horny you are, I don't think you'll have any problems sliding it in" He reassured me that he had cleaned it the day before, and I immediately shove it into my pussy. I gave him a few strokes as he watched.

"Great, now clean it."

I looked around for towels.