Buena, guys! Marisol again, choosing now to tell you about the affair that went on for years with a man eight years my senior. (Just made it hotter, tbh.) We met through a mutual friend. GONNA BE LONG, LAYING BACKGROUND HERE. TO SKIP TO THE NA-NA GO TO THE ********* .
LET’S MAKE IT CLEAR THAT I AM USUALLY THE DOM. I LIKE TO RUN THINGS, BE ON TOP OR GIVING ORDERS.
The first few times I ever went to his house, I was nineteen. I’m now 25, and I look the same as I did back then, just with far more piercings and tattoos, and somehow made me leap from 5’3″ to 5’4″. Go me.
Let’s call him Rafael. He was 27. About 5’9″, brown skin, HUGE brown eyes, white teeth, perfect English, and let’s not forget- his own freaking entire house.
So the first time I ever went over, we just talked and watched TV- until we got into a mock-argument and started play-wrestling. He had probably the hardest arms and shoulders I’d ever felt, and he definitely overpowered me in a matter of seconds because he’d used the worst weapon- tickling.
My long hair a mess, still giggling, sweating slightly and pinned underneath him with his head by my left ear, we both went still all of a second. I felt him lower his head and press his mouth against the side of my neck-not a kiss, just his lips lightly grazing my skin.
Honestly, that’s all it took. I was wet.
He sat up, pulling me with him, and I straddled him. He grinned with those perfect teeth and said, “You’re fun” .
Our lips met.
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I have very full lips, my top lip being slightly larger than my lower. He had perfectly proportionate lips, and did not hesitate to lightly suck my top lip into his mouth so he could nibble.
Soon, I was on my back on the couch, him grinding on top of me and my pussy soaked through my thin shorts, craving the bulge of the hard cock I could feel through his jeans. He slipped his hand down the front of my shorts after a nod from me that it was okay, and I swear this man has MAGIC FINGERS. Long, dexterous, rough. He had me panting and my back arching within seconds.
We made our way to his bedroom, first me laying on my back and then him.
IT HAD BEEN THREE YEARS SINCE I’D HAD ANY SEX, BY THE WAY. AND ALMOST AS LONG FOR HIM. What can I say, we’re picky people.
We were slowing taking off clothing.
I removed my shorts- “Maybe this is okay…?” he asked breathlessly as he removed his own, underwear still intact.
I straddled him once again and as we were kissing, he was rubbing the head of his rock-hard dick against my wet panties. (Black lace.)
As we were STILL kissing, I slid my hand between us and tentatively touched his cock, pulling it out of his boxers, and his breath caught in his throat.
“Maybe this is okay…?” I whispered, looking him right in the eye as I placed the head of his uncut dick against my lace-covered, wet, aching, pussy and the kissing and hair pulling and biting continued until we had been grinding so roughly that he had managed to push my panties to the side with just his dick (hat’s still off to you for that).
I broke away, looked at him again, and said the words that would begin the most exciting affair of my life.
“Maybe this is okay?” and the head of his now diamond-hard cock was pushing through my pussy lips. His breath caught again, and I just flat-out forgot to breathe. He wasn’t abnormally large, but fucking large. Blessed.
I was virgin-tight. It had been three years, after all. But I wanted it. Badly. Plus, who doesn’t like a little pain with their pleasure?
Getting wetter every second, my lips beside his ear, I kissed his neck as he slowly worked himself into my pussy, gasping and growling out “You’re so fucking tight babe, so fucking wet.”
I had him about half way through when I sat up and whipped off my shirt. I have small tits, but abs. He slid his huge, rough hands up my sides and lightly squeezed my nipple, and that made me hot and wet enough to throw my head back and slide down the rest of him until the head of his cock was bumping my cervix.
He did a half sit-up as I did this and then we just sat still for a moment, the muscles of my pussy squeezed tightly around his whole, perfect, uncut, hard-as-fuck dick. It literally took my breath away.
He put those rough hands on my waist, (almost encircling it entirely) and with his help, I used my hips to slowly bounce along the totality of his dick, and the noises he made just added fuel to the fire.
After a minute, I got off of him and laid beside him, breathing hard. I had only had him inside me for a minute, because I wasn’t on any sort of birth control yet and neither of us is fuckin stupid.
At some point he had also taken off his shirt. We were both totally naked. I was not paying attention whatsoever, but dios mio the view was incredible. His smooth brown chest rising and falling rapidly as he recovered from what just happened between us.
I leaned over and gave him a kiss. Then another, right next to his lips. Then I lightly sprinkled his neck and broad shoulders, moving downward with every graze of my lips.
He STARTED to say something along the lines of – you don’t have to do that – but all I did was grin up at him and kiss down the length of his body. He was slightly propped up on pillows , and therefore could see my naked body, on all fours, pressed against and licking my way downward until I got to his still-rock-hard cock. It’s more than safe to say he was shocked.
Maybe other women are just boring, but I think sucking dick is FUN AS HELL.
I wrapped my hand lightly around him, and licked the pre-cum off of the head of his cock. He gasped. I smiled with just my lips wrapped around the tip of him, and slowly started taking him into my mouth in the the exact same fashion I had taken him into my pussy, which was aching for more by the way.
*This might be one of my favorite memories- the look on his face when he found out that I have no gag reflex whatsoever.
I slowly worked him in, tantalizing him with a swirling tongue, some very lightly grazing teeth, until his head bumped the very back of my throat. Then he REALLY gasped.
I made my way back up, now thoroughly having a great time, and started bobbing my head up and down, sometimes taking a minute to pay attention to the head of his cock, but mostly just taking him in over and over again. “This is the best thing I have EVER felt.” he groaned.
Soon, one of his hands was entangled in my hair, holding it up so he could have a good view, and the other hand had two fingers working my pussy.
I moaned against his cock. He was making the cutest noises I could only describe as desperate gasps because he knew what was coming.
My pussy tightened around his amazingly gifted fingers, and as I came, I sucked harder and took him deep into my throat, where he came as well.
I swallowed every bit of cum he gave me, even licking the length of him to make sure. He was fucking delicious. I’d never tasted anything like it. I couldn’t get enough. There was a very small amount of cum on my lip, and I decided to just make it a home run.
I sat up, smiled, wiped the side of my lip with my thumb and slid it into my mouth, eyes locked on his. His sculpted chest was rising and falling rapidly, and when he saw me do that he just closed his eyes.
“You’re yummy.” I said playfully as he pulled me down to lay with him, our sweat and the heat of our bodies mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex. I stood up to throw my now-irretrievably fucked up hair into a ponytail, still smiling.
“Where have you been all my life?!” he said breathlessly, beckoning me back into his bed.
There’s definitely more to come. <— accidental pun, but I’ll take it.
XoXo, the dom next door.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4g81t8/the_first_time_i_ever_let_a_man_be_in_control
That lucky prick.
Lucky guy too.