Second chance hookup (m/f)

A friend of mine recently met with a girl on a dating app – let’s call her Dina. He saw that I was Facebook friends with Dina, and after going on a first date with her, he asked me how I knew her. I proceeded to tell him about my time with Dina.

About seven years ago, I was at a bar and randomly met Dina. She is about 5’3”, fit, nice C-cup boobs, and has a girl next door kind of look (and was also about 23 at the time). Being borderline black out drunk (or as they coined in Always Sunny in Philadelphia – “greyed out”), I don’t remember anything we spoke about when I initially met her, but within a half hour of meeting, we were drunkenly making out at the bar. Yes, this is a dirty, sloppy kind of place where this behavior is not only acceptable, but probably encouraged.

Despite my desperate attempts to get her to my place that night, she decided to play the good girl card and gave me her number instead and told me to call her. Of course, I simply forgot. Work was very busy at the time, and I just never got around to it.

After a year had passed, I was at a random charity event, and two girls approached me and a friend that I was there with. After a few minutes of banter, one of the girls frustratingly exclaims, “do you really not remember me at all?” I frantically tried to jog my memory, but couldn’t think of anything to say. But as soon as she said the name of the bar where we met a year ago, I immediately remembered.

And boy, was she PISSED that I didn’t remember her! She was annoyed that I didn’t call her, but she was just livid that I didn’t even remember who she was. I naturally felt a bit bad, so I offered to buy her a drink fully expecting her to say no. Instead, she agreed and we started hanging out and flirting. After a few minutes, both her friend and my friend wandered off so it was just me and Dina – a second chance!

One drink led to two which led to ten, and before you knew it, he were both sloshed and bar hopping all over town and eventually, I found myself in the same situation as one year prior.

Me- “Dina, a year ago, you decided to be a good girl and not come home with me…that’s not happening this time!” Dina- “Fine, but you better fucking call me this time.”

We got back to my place, but Dina was intent on playing hard to get. I took her onto my bed, and starting making out with her. She was breathing heavily, so I knew she was turned on but when I went to feel her breasts, she swatted my hand away. Undeterred, I put my right hand back on her breast and she tried pushing it away, but I kept my arm in place. With my left arm, I pulled her arm back so she couldn’t resist me feeling her up.

Dina- “I’m not the type of girl to have sex with you tonight.”

I didn’t acknowledge her statement. I lifted her shirt over her head and then undid her bra immediately, revealing her perfectly shaped tits and nipples. I started sucking on her nipples and playing with her boobs, while she kept moaned and whispered, “I don’t want you to think I’m a slut.”

This time, I decided to respond, “I know you’re a good girl, but tonight, I want you to be my slut.” This isn’t something I would normally say to a girl I’m hooking up with for the first time, but what the hell, we’re both drunk and I know she’s putty in my hands at this point.

I undo her jeans zipper and with her pants still on, I slip my hand under her panties. She grabs my hand again in a fake show of resistance. I pull her arm to the side and guide my middle finger into her soaking wet pussy. Then, a second finger. I start finger fucking her furiously while she moans loudly and screams an occasional “oh FUCK.” After a few minutes of this, I slide her jeans off, but when I go to take her panties off, she sits up and says, “I’m not having sex with you tonight.”

I could tell she was serious about this, so I backed off, said okay, and just started making out with her again.

Me- “I told you that I want you to be my slut tonight.”

As I said this, I took my pants and boxer briefs off. I was rock hard, but knew I wasn’t getting any P in V tonight. So I straddled her while she was laying on the bed with her head resting on the pillow. I lifted her head up and brought her lips to my cock.

Dina- she whispers, “I want to suck on it, but I can’t.” Me- in a stern voice, “Open. Your. Mouth.”

She complied and starting sucking some MEAN dick. I immediately knew that her good girl ruse was just that – a ruse. This girl has given a lot of head because she is fucking awesome at it! Her mouth was like a vacuum seal around my cock, and despite often having difficulty cumming when I’m very drunk, I knew that Dina was going to have no problem bringing me to climax.

After giving her a few minutes to suck on me at her own pace, I grabbed the back of her neck with my left hand and place my right hand on top of her head. This isn’t her first rodeo, so she knows what is about to happen. She almost instinctively sits up slightly to give me a better angle to fuck her mouth. And then, I start moving my cock in and out of her mouth while firmly holding her head in place. Slowly at first, but gradually picking up the pace until I’m pretty much fucking her mouth as fast as I could possibly go. Most girls would have difficult continuing to maintain suction and not let her teeth slip given how fast I was going, but she handled it like a champ.

I felt pressure building in my cock as my orgasm built up. I picked up my pace even more (and I’m in complete amazement that she is still handling it), and then I unleash what felt like rope after rope of cum into her mouth. She swallowed it with no hesitation, and at 4am, we just passed out in exhaustion.

The next day, she texts me, “My throat is sore :-)” And over the next few weeks, she dropped her good girl routine and revealed herself to be the true freak that she is.

After I told this story to my friend (maybe not in as much detail), he decided that he wasn’t down to be Eskimo brothers. His loss.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3ihrrm/second_chance_hookup_mf