Name: “Slut”, Occupation: “Blowjob Queen” ? [MF]

There was some interest in my last story, so I thought I’d share another with a completely different girl.

I’m on a couple of dating sites. Match, POF and of course Tinder. As I mentioned in my last story, I have to travel quite a bit for work. I have never really had much luck with Tinder, I’m not sure why. Match and POF is a whole different matter.

One day I was finishing something up at work and I got a message via Match. Some one “Liked” my picture. I always wait a few hours before I check out some one’s profile after I get a notification like that, otherwise I think it looks too desperate. Yeah, I know all of this shit seems juvenile to me too, but it’s the game you have to play.

I got back to the hotel and checked out her profile. Her face was a 6 .. 7 .. but from what I could from her pictures her body was a solid 8. Her tits were a bit smaller than I normally like, but long legs, thin, and a nice round, tight ass. In other words, my type.

I shot her a simple message. Even though you’ll read to do otherwise, all my messages pretty much say exactly the same except a few words of customization here and there.

“Hey, Talia, thanks for checking out my profile. I enjoyed your pictures, you look like a like fun, but … kinda crazy too. I can’t lie, that intrigues me.”

So, I thank them politely, say I enjoyed their picture(s) and always tell them they look crazy. Why? I’m not trying to find a girlfriend. I’m not worried about hurting someones feelings, and the type of girl that I’m looking for most always will respond to this type of banter. Affectively saying, “Yes, I am crazy.”

I didn’t hear back from Talia until the following day, and she simply said something like, “Your message made me laugh! What makes you think I’m crazy!? ? ..”

*And we’re off* ..

We texted back and forth for maybe 10 minutes and then I said, “Let’s talk on the phone” and we exchanged numbers. We handled all the small talk, she was a teacher (which kinda turned me on), divorced for a year or so and had been in one relationship since.

She was still **majorly** hung up on this guy still. This might sound fucked up, but it really turned me on. She told me how the met (oddly enough, via Tinder) and initially how he was really sweet to her but as things progressed he got more and more intense with her, especially sexually. I said, “Nice, sounds like the chemistry was good”. She said, “Yeah. I just don’t ever know where I stand. I don’t hear from him for weeks then he texts me and the next thing I know, I’m on my knees sucking his cock.” Again, my cock fucking swelled hearing this kinda shit. I just commented, “Doesn’t sound all that bad to me, you must be getting something out of it. Does he have a big cock?” I can’t help myself, I always ask this. She replied, “It’s not very long, it’s probably average but it’s the thickest I’ve ever had in my life.” I just kinda laughed and said, “Nice.” Then she continues, “I would never refuse him sex. Ever.” **Again, my cocks rock hard, like I was a little kid learning about sex for the first time.**

The conversation was extremely explicit, were were exchanging “Fuck Stories” and I’m not gonna take the time to revive all that here but one last thing that she said that was beyond fucked up was …

“About 6 months ago, Jim texted me said he was stopping by. He never asks just tells me. So I get ready for him, we’re in the kitchen. He drops his pants and I hit my knees and just start shoveling his cock down my throat.”, I was like, “Yeah. You’ve said as much.” Then she says, “Yeah, but this time my son came home late that night, he had been staying at his father’s and there I was gagging this cock down my throat. I said, “What, what was said!?” She said, “Nothing, I didn’t see him, he saw us through the window and just drove back to his dad’s home. He told me later he stopped by when Jim was over and went back home.”

I was fucking speechless. I hadn’t wanted to fucking one so badly in a long time. I’m not sure what that says about me, I’ll let you be the judge. The beauty of all of this candidness was I was able to say **anything** to her, which I did. It got pretty **vile** fast.

I told her that I understood the rules, that if Jim called she’d fuck him first unless she decided she liked my cock more. Told her that at worse, Jim and I could take turns trading her back and forth. She fucking **loved** all this talk. It was sincerely some of the hottest conversation I’ve ever had. Every now and again she’d get this little shine of morality and say, “This is too much for me, I’m not a slut”, and I’d reply with something like, “You just keep telling yourself that.” and she’s drop back into the middle of it all again.

We made arrangements to meet and fuck, having never met before. I met her at a different hotel than I was staying at because if she really did turn out to be socially unstable I didn’t want her knowing which hotel I was gonna be at for the next week and a half. I told her I wanted her to show up in a skirt, heels and stockings, she did.

She showed up fairly skittish, so we just hung out for awhile. But based on all the conversations that we had about her and Jim I knew that she liked to be “Taken”. I finally grabbed her hand pulled her from the sofa and threw her on the bed. Took off my clothes, but before I could do anything she scampered off the bed and took me in her mouth.

I’m am telling you, I have never in my life, before or since, had a blow job like this. It was fucking amazing. I would try to describe it here but I will fall way short. She just had no fucking pride. Slobber was everywhere, her chin, my balls and she was taking my cock down her throat like a fucking champ. I literally gasped, “FUCK”, she said stopping for just a second looked up at me and said, “I know, right.” I said, “Fuck! Serious skills..” Again she pauses, spit hanging from her chin, looking at me like we’re talking about the weather and says, “”This is why every time I seem Jim all he wants is a blowjob. He says that my blowjobs are so good that’s all he wants… ” and with *that* comment my first load fired thick and full. It caught he a bit off guard, she started gagging but now the slobber was mixed with cum. It turned her on and she began to increase the pace. Taking all of me into her mouth. I felt my balls just tightening and squeeze as I fired off a few lessor streams of cum into the back of her throat.

As this subsided she looked up at me fucking proud, kinda arrogant. All of this turned me on even more. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed, I followed. She climbed on top of me Cowgirl. And she started talking, “Oh my god, you’re so fucking long”. I asked, “Is Jim this long?” She said, “No, not even close”, I said “How much longer am I” and she slowed her pivoting hits as it she was measuring my cock, and thinking about it. “Maybe 2 inches” she said. “But he’s thicker?”, “Yes, much, much thicker.”, “Do you prefer longer or thicker?” .. She kept fucking, increasing her pace, but refused to answer me. I said, “Fucking tell me, you slut, be fucking honest.” she finally said loudly, “**THICKER, I PREFER THICKER!**”. Again, I didn’t feel humiliated, I have plenty of ego but fuck, this **turned me on**. It made me so fucking hard, and I started saying the most screwed up things I could think of “How she was a shitty mom, a whore of a teacher and set shitty example for kids, how all she was good for was milking cock.” and she went just fucking **wild**. She just kept replying to everything, over and over “OMG, OMG, OMG.”. Her pussy would clench and then she’d cum all over the place. The mattress was a fucking mess.

We’d fuck for 30 – 45 minutes and then take a break and fuck more. I’m not gonna lie, I’m not sure what I enjoyed more the fucked up conversation, or the actual fucking. I did fire two loads into her pussy, with her face down as I watched her grasp the edge of the bed. I looked at her amazing ass when I did, and thought of all the other guys that had had that same view.

She started talking about leaving. I told her she was going anywhere till I was done with her, she fucking loved that. We fucked more and finally she ended up leaving. We were going to reconnect but it didn’t work out schedule wise. That’s not where our fun ended though. We both knew that neither had interest in the other long term. So our texting and conversations continued, they were always brutal and hot.

Weeks later, I’d ask her if she as going out, and she’d tell me she was and then text me during the date telling me whether or not she was gonna fuck the guy. The next day she’d tell me exactly what the guy did, and what she did to him. I did the same thing with her. One night she texted me and asked if I was going out, and I said, “Actually I’m gonna be fucking her in about 15 mins.” I said half jokingly do you want me to snapchat you pictures while I’m fucking her, and she said, “OMG, would you so I can get off?!” Which, of course, I did. (laughing)

It was sincerely the most fucked up, unhealthy experiences I’ve ever had. In other words it was fucking amazing.
I still glance at our old texts occasionally because they were so fucking hot.

She’s in my phone as “**Slut,**” occupation “**Blowjob Queen** ? ..”, she fucking loved when I told her that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/65siwu/name_slut_occupation_blowjob_queen_mf