[F]ucking Another [M]an and Telling [M]y BF All About it

A little back story first: I'm 19, a sophomore in college, and sexually deviant. At 5'5" and 120 pounds, my 34D breasts look disproportionately large in comparison to my slim waist (I was somehow lucky enough to have the freshman 15 go straight to my tits). I have long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and an ass that still looks like it did when I ran track in high school.

For the last two months, I've been dating Daniel. He's 37, 6'2", and way out of my league. The age difference (18 years) might make it sound like some weird daddy/daughter thing, but we actually really like each other. I won't bother to defend it. We also have insanely good sex. We quickly realized that we share many of the same fantasies – most importantly for this story, Daniel really loves the idea of me fucking another man and then coming home to him, freshly fucked, to tell him all about it while he reclaims all of my holes. That's exactly what we did four days ago.

So how did I choose who to fuck? I already knew who I wanted – Frank, a 32 year old who had texted me just the month before asking if I wanted to reconnect (we had been fuck buddies for a brief period my freshman year). I texted him back, explaining what I wanted. He agreed in a second.

Daniel set out a few rules: (1) I had to be in and out of Frank's place in an hour, (2) Frank could NOT fuck my ass (that's Daniel's domain only), and (3) Frank had to cum on my tits. Seemed reasonable enough. Frank had no complaints.

Oh, and Daniel wanted pictures.

So the day comes. I was planning to simply take the subway there, but Frank insisted on calling an uber for me. I was wearing a short black skirt, a tight strapless black shirt with a black strapless bra underneath, and a jean jacket to keep me looking modest in public. No panties, of course. I think the uber driver caught a glimpse in his mirror.

By the time I stepped out of the car in front of Frank's place, I could feel my thighs slipping against each other. I was dripping. I sent a final text to Daniel: "I'm here. Talk to you after."

I knocked on the front door, and Frank opened it before I even had a chance to take a step back. We grinned nervously at each other. I had forgotten how attractive he was – he had a nice deep tan, blue eyes, short brown hair and well-trimmed scruff. Standing at 6'4", he was a little imposing.

He welcomed me into his living room, and I slipped off my sandals. I sat on a chair, and he sat facing me on the couch. We made stilted easy talk for a minute or two, until I couldn't take it anymore. I sat back in the chair, slightly spreading my legs. Frank saw all he needed to see. He was on top of me in a second.

He pressed his entire weight into me, sliding one big hand up my skirt and the other firmly cupped around my chin. He plunged his tongue into my mouth, stroking the outside of my pussy with two fingers. Because I was so wet, his fingers slipped inside easily. I spread my legs nice and wide for him, moaning into his mouth as he fucked me with his fingers, nice and slow, rubbing small circles on my clit with his thumb. I could already feel something building inside of me, and I couldn't help but try to squirm away, but he held me down hard and kept going, not changing his pace, just increasing pressure. Neither of us said anything – the only sound was the obscenely wet sound of his fingers plunging into my pussy.

I grabbed him by the belt to bring him closer, but when I felt his cock straining against his shorts, I couldn't help myself.

"Stand up," I said undoing his belt and fly as I spoke. He complied, and helped me yank down his shorts and boxers. I didn't remember his cock being that big – it was a solid seven inches, slightly curved, and absolutely beautiful. Precum was already oozing out of the tip. I delicately licked it off, savoring the salty taste. I looked up at him, on my knees with his cock bobbing in front of my face.

"Take a picture."

I handed Frank my phone, and took his cock in my mouth. I made sure to make eye contact with the lens as he took several pictures. He tossed the phone aside, and I went to work, swirling my tongue around his cock until it was nice and wet, then bobbing my mouth up and down slowly, keeping a nice constant pressure with a few little tongue flicks every so often. I brought my hands into play, with one following the motion of my lips and the other gently cupped around his balls. Frank groaned deep in his chest, closing his eyes and tilting his head toward the ceiling. He gripped my hair in his hands, pushing me deeper down. I tried to take him all the way into my throat, but his cock was too curved for me to deep throat it.

After a few more minutes of that, Frank suddenly pulled me off his cock. "I don't want to come yet," he laughed. "Now where are those condoms?" I reached into my purse – I always come prepared. I climbed onto the couch and lay on my back, spreading my legs for him. He clambered on top, and was about to slide into me, when I stopped him. "Picture."

He laughed and retrieved my phone, then carefully slid just the tip into me. He took a picture, then slid a little further into me. Picture. He slid the rest of his cock into me in one final thrust – I gasped, and he managed to get a picture at that exact moment.

"Okay. Now please fuck me." Frank complied. There was no buildup. He jumped straight into hard, deep pounding. My favorite. His cock was so long I could feel it hitting against my cervix, a subtle kind of pain that I couldn't tell if I loved or hated. After thirty more seconds of it, I knew I loved it. I guess I was getting kind of loud, because Frank covered my mouth with his hand, making it hard for me to breath. I felt so small and fragile with this huge older man pounding me as hard as he possibly could.

I could hear him getting close, ragged breathing and all. He pulled out and ripped off the condom just in time, exploding all over my stomach and tits.

"Almost didn't make it," he grinned sheepishly after he caught his breath.

"Good thing you did," I laughed. We relaxed on the couch for a couple minutes, then he got up to go pee. I got on my phone and sent the picture of me with Frank's cock in my mouth as I looked upward to Daniel. Seconds later, Daniel responded: "Oh my fucking god."

"You can call the uber now" is all I texted back. A few minutes later, I was in a car heading over to Daniel's with Frank's cum quickly drying on my chest.

To be continued.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3md243/fucking_another_man_and_telling_my_bf_all_about_it