Before I start, I’ll give a little about myself. I’m a 5’11”, brown hair, hazel eyes, and HWP 28 year old male. I go to the gym regularly, decent amount of muscle but no abs. Hopefully that gives the picture. Anyway, I’m your regular old guy who for some reason has had really good luck over the past few years.
A little over a year ago, I decided to take my girlfriend’s dog and my dog to the dog park. I let them lose and went over to the picnic table that was under some shade from the trees. No one was there so the dogs pretty much did their own things. A few minutes pass and I see a beautiful blonde girl open the fence with her pup and walk towards me. I’ve only felt this feeling a few other times where I felt my heart drop at how gorgeous this woman was. She had a black tank that showed off what I later found out to be 34C boobs, tight jeans with a pretty great ass, and dark sunglasses that went well with her long dirty blonde hair and smile.
She let her dog go and walked over towards me. “Hi, are those your dogs?” she asked. “Eh, yes, they are mine.” Why didn’t you say one was yours and one was your girlfriend’s, you idiot. “They are cute! I’m Natasha.” “Thanks, I’m Shawn.”
I’ve never cheated on a girlfriend, but I will say this is the closest I’ve ever come, at least emotionally. We began talking and I found out her life story. Definitely could tell she was really open and maybe slightly crazy (for lack of a better word), but also had this aura to her that one cannot help but feel empathy towards. She was abused when she was younger, forced to grow up with her mom abroad for a little bit, started having sex when she was young, moved back to the US and worked on a few horse farms, and always found a way to find the worst guys that basically used her for physical needs. Sex to her, I found out, was anything but intimate. She saw it simply as a way to keep a guy around that she liked for fear he would leave her, and this really broke my heart. She wasn’t happy in our State. She wanted to move away. I asked for her number and told her that if she ever wanted to talk about stuff, to send me a text.
We ended up texting for a few weeks. She was really pleasant to me, thought I could tell she was a little depressed in general. I felt like I really got to know her and I know this is hard to believe, but while I was dating my girlfriend, I had no intentions sexually. I simply felt bad for her and wanted to help her. Long story short, my girlfriend and I decided our relationship was more friendly than romantic and we called it quits. I texted Natasha and she mentioned she was sorry but could relate as she was unhappy as a single person. Our texts never really got too flirty, but I could tell she was interested in hanging out. I invited her over for a glass of wine, and she accepted.
She arrived as cute as ever. Jeans again but this time with a white shirt fit her nicely. We began talking and sitting closer. I poured a second glass of wine and set it on the table for both of us. I told her that I really cared about her and it made me sad that she settled for guys that treated her badly. Her next line made me feel sad, but she said it was her only way of living as these guys were traditionally farm men who wanted women to be submissive to them and do what they said, but in return she had a place to live, a place for her horse and animals, etc. She mentioned she could never live in the city (which is where I lived). I told her that there is someone out there that wouldn’t treat her like that and I went in for a kiss. She smiled and returned the kiss. We made out for a few minutes on my couch and started to cuddle. The kissing became more intense and our hands started to explore each other’s body. I sat up, and she looked surprised. I’m a pretty dominant guy when it comes to in the bedroom, but I also kind of felt a weird mix of emotions. She made it clear through other conversation that my lifestyle wasn’t for her, so I figured this would be a one time thing. I picked up my 5’5’’ beauty and threw her over my shoulder. We walked towards my bed and I laid her down gently. I slowly took off her clothes as I worked my way down her body, kissing her neck, her boobs, her waist, and eventually her thighs. She laid there naked and completely stunning. I have a picture (that she let me take), but this one is almost identical to how she [looked] (http://www.damplips.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/17-sexy-blonde-posing-naked.jpg). She told me that for tonight she is mine and to show me what having sex was like with someone that cared for her. I laid on top of her and we kissed. I slowly breathed over her ears and neck, massaging her boobs and taking my other hand to rub her clit. I fingered her slowly and eventually tasted her. She tasted amazing. Her moans would pick up as I licked side to side. She rolled me over and started sucking my dick. Deepthroating and licking it up and down while looking at me in the eyes. I had to have her. I laid her on her back and slid inside her. A condom wasn’t even on my mind at this point, which was a really rare thing for me to do. She told me how good it felt and I picked up the pace. I hit the back of her cervix a few times to which she showed a sign of pain. I apologized but she told me she liked some pain. I knew I would be fucking her all night, but this time I wanted it to be special. We continued to make out and have slow, gentle sex. I was about to cum and she said she was close to but asked that I cum on her boobs. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her neck and fucking her harder. Her legs began to quiver and her pussy tightened. I must have shot 7 or 8 giant ropes on to her. She moaned as each one hit her. We cleaned up, smiled, and cuddled.
“You really like it when it becomes rougher, don’t you?” I asked. “Yes, big time.” She replied. Now, this has only happened a few times in my life. I’m sure it was because of how much I felt like I cared for this girl as a human, her attractiveness, and the time we were having, but I stayed hard. She reached down and felt me and told me this time to fuck her how I normally would. It’s crazy how this went from very sensual to primal, but it was fun and enjoyable.
I took her head and shoved my dick into her mouth. She bobbed up and down with the help of my hand pushing her on the back of her head. She gagged and it became really sloppy. One time she came up for air and made that loud gasping sound. I found that really hot. I positioned her doggystyle and started eating her out from behind. This is the first time I ever did this, but I started to lick her butthole too. She squirmed and started to cum. I was so surprised.
“You like being a my little slut, don’t you?” It felt weird saying to her for some reason, but I was so turned on. “Yes, I’m you’re slut. This is your pussy.” I spanked her hard, and she let out a moan. I spanked her again and asked her to beg. “Give it to me,” she whispered. I slapped her ass even harder. “I need your dick!” she yelled. I grabbed her hair and slid my dick in from behind. I was so deep I could feel my balls slapping against her. She came again. We kept fucking like that for a while. I rolled her over and started to finger her up and down. The sound of her pussy kept getting wetter and she told me she was going to cum again. She squirted on my bed, leaving a big wet puddle. “You can squirt?” I asked. “Sometimes.” She whispered. She mentioned she was getting exhausted and I started to fuck her again. I went faster until I was going to cum again. She rolled me off of her and told me to keep her head down on my dick. I pushed as deep as I could and started cumming. She swallowed all of it and then laid down on my chest. We fell asleep and woke up a few hours later.
We talked about potentially dating, but we both knew that she wanted a country life and I wanted a city life. We still talk sometimes and she still dates guys that treat her poorly. I haven’t seen her since, but in a weird way, I still care about her and hope she finds what she needs.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54ael9/the_country_girl_at_the_dog_park