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I was a dominant son of a bitch, used to taking charge in every aspect of my life. But in the bedroom, I craved a man who could make me submit, who could bend me to his will. I was a top, through and through, but every now and then, I needed a man who could make me his bitch.

The bar was filled with a motley crew of men, but none caught my eye until I saw him. He was a hairy muscle stud, his chest a forest of dark curls, his arms thick with corded muscle. He was leaning against the bar, a beer in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd with a predatory gleam. He was exactly what I was looking for.

I sauntered over, my eyes locked onto his. "You're new here," I said, my voice a low growl. It wasn't a question, but he nodded anyway.

"Just passing through," he replied, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "But I'm always up for making new... acquaintances."

I smirked, my eyes flicking down to his crotch. "I bet you are," I said, my voice laced with innuendo. "What's your name, big boy?"

"Call me Bear," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you are?"

"Call me Sir," I replied, my voice firm. His smirk widened, but he didn't argue.

We spent the night talking, our conversation a dance of dominance and submission. I pushed, he pushed back. I liked it. I liked it a lot. By the end of the night, I was ready to take him home, to bend him to my will. But he had other plans.

"You're a dominant son of a bitch, aren't you?" he said, his voice a low growl. I nodded, a smirk playing on my lips.

"Always have been," I replied. "I can be... persuasive."

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that made my cock twitch. "I bet you can," he said. "But not tonight. Tonight, you're coming home with me."

I raised an eyebrow, but before I could argue, he continued. "You want to be my bitch, don't you? You want to feel my cock stretching your ass, filling you up? You want to beg for it, don't you?"

I felt my cock harden at his words, my breath hitching in my throat. "Yes," I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good boy," he said, his voice a low purr. "Now, let's go."

We ended up in his apartment, a small, cluttered space filled with the scent of sweat and sex. He pushed me against the wall, his hands gripping my wrists, his body pressing against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my stomach.

"On your knees," he growled, his voice firm. I hesitated, my dominance warring with my desire. But in the end, my desire won out. I sank to my knees, my eyes locked onto his.

He slid down his pants, his cock springing free. It was thick, veined, and already leaking precome. I could smell the musk of his arousal, could see the way his cock twitched with need.

"Suck it," he growled, his voice a command. I opened my mouth, taking him in. He was big, too big to take all the way, but I tried anyway, my lips stretching around his girth.

He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair, his hips thrusting forward. "Fuck, yes," he groaned. "Suck it, you little bitch. Suck my cock like a good little slut."

I moaned around his cock, my hands gripping his thighs, my nails digging into his skin. I could feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, could taste the salty tang of his precome. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

He pulled me off his cock, his hands gripping my shoulders. "Not like this," he growled. "I want to fuck you, to feel your ass gripping my cock. I want to hear you beg for it, to hear you scream my name."

He pushed me to the floor, his hands rough as he yanked my pants down, exposing my ass. He ran his hands over my skin, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass, the crack between my cheeks. I moaned, my cock hard and leaking, my body aching with need.

He spit on his fingers, running them over my asshole. I moaned, my body arching into his touch. He pushed a finger inside, then two, stretching me, preparing me. I could feel my body relaxing, my muscles loosening, my ass opening up for him.

"Please," I moaned, my voice a plea. "Please, fuck me. I need your cock. I need you to fuck me hard."

He chuckled, a low, dirty sound that made my cock twitch. "You're a needy little bitch, aren't you?" he said, his voice a growl. "You can't wait to feel my cock stretching you, filling you up."

I moaned, my body arching into his touch. "Yes," I admitted, my voice a whimper. "I need it. I need you."

He positioned himself behind me, his cock pressing against my asshole. I could feel the heat of it, the thickness of it. I moaned, my body tensing in anticipation.

"Relax," he growled, his hands gripping my hips. "Let me in, bitch. Let me fuck you like the slut you are."

I relaxed, my body opening up for him. He pushed inside, his cock stretching me, filling me. I moaned, my body arching into his touch, my cock hard and leaking.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hips thrusting forward. "You're so tight, so fucking hot. I could fuck you all night."

I moaned, my body moving in time with his, my ass gripping his cock. "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me, Bear. Fuck me hard."

He did, his hips slamming into me, his cock filling me up. I could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he stretched me, filled me. I moaned, my body arching into his touch, my cock hard and leaking.

"Harder," I moaned, my voice a plea. "Fuck me harder, Bear. Make me your bitch. Make me scream."

He groaned, his hips slamming into me, his cock filling me up. I could feel my body tensing, could feel the way my ass gripped his cock. I was close, so close.

"Come on, bitch," he growled, his voice a command. "Come for me. Come all over the floor. Show me what a little slut you are."

I moaned, my body tensing, my cock pulsing. I came, my body arching into his touch, my cock pulsing, my ass gripping his cock. I could feel him coming too, his cock pulsing inside me, his body tensing, his hands gripping my hips.

We collapsed onto the floor, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. I could feel his cock, still hard, still inside me. I moaned, my body arching into his touch.

"Again," I whispered, my voice a plea. "Fuck me again, Bear. Make me your bitch."