Names and some details changed for anonymity but the good bits are all true.
A few years ago I was working in as a tutor for a university geology department. I am British and it was for a British university. In the summer we ran courses where students would go out to the countryside to learn field techniques – surveying, illustration, that sort of thing. We all stayed in tents on a big campsite, near a tiny village and not much else.
Essie was impossible to miss. She was Honduran-British: 20 years old, petite, dark skin and hair, and an incredibly loud, posh accent. She had a lot of family money. Essie decided from minute one that she wanted me. On paper this was a good thing, right? Hot girl, check. Single, check. Making eyes, check. There was one hitch: she was so annoying I couldn’t be near her for more than five minutes.
She talked constantly about herself. She was always listing out the great things she had done or people she knew. She had a loud, braying, laugh. She would ask me question after question about things she knew the answer to. And kept doing it even when it was abundantly clear I did not a shit give. She gathered around her a clique of other women who didn’t just put up with this tripe but seemed to enjoy it. I have had my share of crazy. I did not want to get tangled up in that.
But booze. Yes, dear readers, I was undone by liquor. We were out at the one pub in the village after a day’s work. It was late August so still pretty warm. I had sunk several pints of strong French lager, the best option for really fucking up one’s decision-making capacity. I decided I should hit the sack, said my farewells and left. Who should appear as I walked up the lane but Essie.
I don’t remember the conversation but I do remember the feeling as we approached the dark campsite. I did not shrug my shoulders but that was the feeling – *ah fuck it*. I was drunk and horny. We kissed before we reached the tents, full open mouthed tongue exploring. My arm slipped around her tiny waist and I pulled her close to me. I took her hand and led her to where I was pitched up.
We made our way into the dark interior. I had done my best to make the place comfortable, since I was there for a month. I had two double duvets covering the floor and a few pillows too- so the place was more like a bed than a tent. We began to shuck off each other’s clothes. When I got her bra off, her breasts were large and surprisingly soft, with large hard nipples. But she was more interested in what I had on offer.
Essie pulled off my jeans and shorts. It was dark but not completely dark. I am generously endowed and she seemed impressed, at least for the second before she wrapped her wet mouth around my shaft. She was good, enthusiastically bobbing her head. I reached down to pull her little black panties off and we tumbled together, kissing, my cock rubbing against her firm stomach.
I shuffled in my backpack for a condom and rolled it on. We kissed a little longer and I fingered her, feeling her wetness well up. We had moved so I was on my back and she straddled me, lifting herself up and aiming my cock with her delicate hand at her pussy. I put one hand on her peachy arse, another on her breast as she sunk her hips. The head of my cock pushed at her.
‘It…it won’t fit,’ she said, and she pushed down a little harder. ‘Y…you’re too big.’
Now. I may have not wanted anything to do with Essie half an hour before this. But I am no quitter. Certainly not at this point. I raised myself up and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, taking the flesh around it too. She moaned. I took my cock and ran it up and down her slit, teasing her clit and then back to her lips. She bucked her hips against it and leant to kiss me and as she did the head slid inside her. She closed here eyes again and moaned deeply, loudly, as she eased myself into her. I was sure other people in the campsite would be able to hear her. I found I didn’t mind.
She rode me like that, hands on my chest, shuddering as I penetrated her deeply. After a moment I sat up and she wrapped her legs round me and she bounced in my lap. There was something about the narrowness of her waist that really got me going and I held it tightly as we fucked, pulling her deep onto me.
I knew I was not going to last long. I put Essie on her back and spread her legs. She hooked her hands behind her knees and exposed herself further for me, staring with wide eyes as I filled her again. In between her moans she dropped snatches of dirty talk. ‘Oh god your cock feels so good…do you like my tight little pussy…’ That takes me close to orgasm at the best of time and when it’s said in a posh English accent even better. She knew I was almost there. Almost like she had done this sort of thing before…
She wriggled out from under me and pulled the condom off. I was on my back again and she was working my shaft with her mouth, hand on my balls. I began to buck my hips.
‘Fuck!’ I came hard in her mouth, but she didn’t slow a beat. She kept stroking and sucking until every drop was gone. She swallowed it too, without making a show of it, like it was second nature.
We didn’t say much after. She put her clothes on and went back to her tent. Of course the next day she had told everyone she had fucked me. Some of the other supervisors on the project teased me mercilessly about it. We never got together again. In fact, we got on a lot better after and weirdly I found her much less annoying. Go figure. The memory of her moans never fails to turn me on
Postscript: PMs encouraged.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/68f8es/mf_essie_gets_what_she_wants