He showed me his true colours last night, and they’re incredible (F21/M)

Some of you might have read my last tale about getting four dicks in one night. The response was pretty exciting, and I definitely loved hearing how much you guys all loved it… So I’ve thrown off all the shame I was feeling before – I guess there’s really no better place for a slut than on r/gonewildstories!

I was out in this tiny late night bar last night. It was full of great people, and I ended up losing track of the guy friend I was with on the dance floor. As I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air, two arms enveloped me from behind. I turned with a smile expecting to see my friend Johnny, but instead it’s a guy that I slept with once or twice in the past.
We have a pleasant chat, but honestly, I’m more interested in scouring the patrons outside for my buddy.

That is, until he bends in close and says, “so, hey… Are you still single? Is this one of those nights where you… Y’know…”

I feel a little tingle of excitement run up my back. I hadn’t even been thinking about jumping back into bed with Richard, but now I was.

“…come home with me?”

I pretend to think about it for a minute, watching the anticipation on his face with a sly smile. Then, I nod.

The grin that broke his face was quite a compliment.

His hand snaked into mine and with a simple, “do you have all your stuff?” we were walking off into the night.

As soon as we were round the corner, away from the ever-watchful eyes of drunk girls in smoking areas, he pulled me into him and kissed me deeply. His hands were running all over me. Richard is a sweet and handsome guy, but he’s always been a little timid and this is really surprising. It’s also really, really hot. His hands slide under my dress, rubbing my panties. I can feel how wet I’m getting, and I know he can too, but in the name of public decency I stop him and suggest we make it to his house first. It’s only around the corner, probably a 2 minute walk. It takes us at least 15 though, as the public decency I previously mentioned is quickly forgotten, and we stop to make out every 10 metres. I have never been so attracted to him as I am now, and we’ve both still got our clothes on. It bodes well for when there’s walls around us.

Finally, we reach Richard’s apartment. I drop to my knees, practically in the doorway, and unbuckle his belt, staring up at him. He’s already rock hard, and his groan as I start to lick and suck is mesmerising.

After a few minutes he stops me and pulls me, kissing me, into the nearest room, which just so happens to be his kitchen. There he decides my clothes need to come off, leaving me in just stockings and panties. All thought of his housemates is long gone.
He pushes me roughly over a counter and slides his fingers inside me. He pumps, and pushes my head down onto the cold surface roughly. Digging my fingernails into his hand is all I can do to keep from crying out. My moans must have been too much for him, because he murmurs, “oh, my god, I need to fuck you now. Let’s go,”

I lead the (vaguely familiar) way up the stairs to his bedroom. I try to swing my hips a little more than usual, knowing my ass is exactly at his eye level behind me. To my pleasure, it gets the best of him. He pulls me down, right there on the stairs outside his roommates bedroom. Slowly, he slides my lady panties down my legs and abandons them. He pushes me down gently and gets between my thighs. His eagerness is driving me absolutely wild, and my fingers run through his hair as he eats me out with intense passion.

I can almost feel his frustration in wanting to be inside of me, so I keep us moving, getting closer to the bedroom. We shed clothes all the way, leaving them in an exceptionally obvious trail behind us.

He climbs on to the bed, and I follow after him. I take his cock in my mouth again, starting slow to get him all worked up and then finally guiding his hands to the back of my head so he could help me take as much as him as possible, as roughly as possible.
I love a man who is loud in he bedroom, and Richard was certainly that. He panted and moaned, “oh fuck, oh fuck” all throughout. Once I had his perfect rhythm nailed, his hands snaked down my body and back into my pussy. I wanted, needed, so badly to call out, but my moans and gasps were all stuffed up by the big cock in my mouth.

He suddenly grabs me and flips me into my back. I’m beneath him, legs pushed apart, chest heaving with anticipation. He kisses me gently, dialling it back. I relax into the kiss, and then he slams his dick deep inside of me. The lack of warning knocks my breath away, but it’s amazing. He pushes my legs back beside my head and fucks me as hard as he can, and I feel like my pussy is on fire. His fingers wrap around my neck and start to choke me. I’m utterly helpless and completely submitted to him and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Richard flips me around into doggy style and delves straight back in. After a little while he stops and says, “can we try something that I’ve always wanted to do?”
I sigh a little, preparing to disappoint with the fact that I don’t like anal and/or getting pissed on and/or feet. Instead of those, he says, “can I take a line of coke of your ass?”
I’m laughing as I tell him that’s fine, and he’s back in the room in record speed racking up the cocaine on my left cheek. Once it’s gone, he slips back in, telling me, “you’re amazing.” I know.

We work back up into a sweat, with him planting kisses all over my back and neck. The kisses turn into bites, small at first and then increasingly painful. I’m beginning to see that Richard is a bit of a masochist, but I’m totally cool with it. He grabs handfuls of my red hair and pulls it around, yanking so hard that my head ends up beside his shoulder (it was totally hard to balance). Often in porn, I think that the girls who are almost screaming with pleasure must be faking it – but I was one of them and it sure wasn’t fake.

I tell him he can come inside me and he finishes up almost immediately after. I love it when guys come inside.

After about 40 minutes of chatting and catching up, I start to feel that twinge inside again. Cutting him off mid-sentence, I give him a slow, long kiss, and then pull back to give him an innocent smile. His eyes light up and, after a few more seductive naked kisses, something else is back up too.

I decide to take a little more charge this time, and lead him over to sit on the edge of the bed. I hop down between his knees and give him a really slow, teasing blowjob, twirling my tongue around the head while staring straight up into his eyes. His eyes are so lidded and sensual, and every sound of pleasure that comes from him gets me wetter, and wetter.

After a while I get myself so worked up I forget the slow and teasing thing, and I’m choking on his dick again, letting him hold me down for as long as he wants to. My throat is completely full of him. When I’ve had my fill of his penis, I push him down on the bed and climb on top, reverse cowgirl. He slaps and scratches as I bounce up and down, and grind back and forth, riding him for all I’m worth. As he pantingly tells me he’s going to come, I hop off and catch it all in my mouth. It’s so hot as it drips down the back of my throat.

That, was a great nights sleep. I’m veritably COVERED in bruises and scratches today though, not to mention the fairly visible choke marks around my neck. I love those the best.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/54hvy5/he_showed_me_his_true_colours_last_night_and