[MF] Filthy first encounter with Reddit sex goddess

Ladies and gentlemen of Reddit, I don’t really know what I’m doing here… I’ve never written anything like this before, but I just had to get it out, and a friend mentioned that this is the place to do it. If you’re willing, I would like to tell you all about the most amazing sexual experience of my life.

I’ve done a few wild things in my time, and on paper this most recent encounter doesn’t sound as extreme as some of them, but the way it has affected me trumps everything that has gone before. I’ve thought of little else since it happened, to the point that I’m here, absolutely desperate to get it off my chest. I hope it’s the sort of thing you’re expecting.

This happened just three days ago. After a couple of months of chatting with a fellow Redditor, having met in a subreddit that is explicitly NOT for hook-ups, we decided to meet up. I’m 29, male, from the UK, and she’s 24, female, from Ohio USA. Not the most convenient distance for a casual fling… Regardless, I asked her on a date, and she said yes. There had been an intense connection between us from the beginning, and weekly emails became daily, and then WhatsApp messages, and then drunk texts, and more…

An excruciating couple of months went by, and finally the weekend arrived. It took 18 hours and two connections to get from the UK to Ohio, and the whole time, my thoughts were entirely occupied by her. Even when I slept, I would dream about meeting her.

Now at this point, it’s important to point out that this was a blind date. We had no idea what each other looked like, but for a vague description we’d given each other via email. Every time I imagined meeting her, she looked different. I knew she was tall, blonde, and that she received a lot of attention from other guys, so was probably pretty. That’s it.

Let’s skip past the boring stuff… I finally arrived at the airport, took a cab to my hotel, checked in, and got showered and dressed. She had told me how much she likes a guy in a suit, so I’d brought my favourite number with me and suited up. As good as I thought I looked, I was so fucking nervous… Knowing she might take one look at me and cancel the whole thing.

We’d made dinner plans at a pretty fancy place. This was only my second ever time in the US, and I was incredibly self-conscious. The cab driver was asking me mundane questions (he thought my accent was Australian, the fucking cheek…) but it helped to calm me down a little. I told him I was going on a blind date, but not that I’d travelled 4000 miles for it – I worried that it might sound a little weird…

I’d planned to arrive early so I could take the table and order us some drinks. I’d barely sat down when she walked in. I knew it was her immediately, and I could barely breathe when she crossed the threshold, her eyes scanning the room. I knew she was equally nervous from some of her messages, and it was a delight watching her eyes flick from table to table, wondering whether each guy she saw might be me. She eventually clocked me looking, and didn’t need to wait for the maître d’ to direct her over to our table.

In all this excitement, I forgot to tell you her name. Annabelle. And Jesus Christ was she. Wearing an elegant red dress which clung to her body, making no secret of her prize assets, she was – is – the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. What I already knew was true – she was tall, blonde, and pretty – but such paltry words don’t even come close to doing her justice. She was a beauty. Slender, graceful, yet boasting D cups (maybe even DD) and a perfectly sculpted arse. Skin like polished ivory, full lips the colour of poppies, and eyes – fuck me, her eyes. Deep, green, devious. I swear I’ve never seen eyes like these before. I now know exactly what women mean when they claim to be undressed by a man’s eyes. One look, and I felt naked, body and soul.

I’m aware this is supposed to be about sex, and you might be sat there, dick in your hand, thinking you’ve been short-changed – we’ll get to that, but I think it’s important to set some context. The messages we had been exchanging had been pretty explicit for a few weeks by this point, so the sexual tension was more than palpable – it was oppressive.

We knew each other so well, and yet everything was completely new. It took a good while, and a couple of glasses of wine, before we felt comfortable with each other. We ate, talked, and finished another bottle. The ice finally cracked beneath our feet when Annabelle suggested cocktails and video games at a local bar – she’d told me about this place, and jokingly challenged me to a Ms PacMan contest. At least I thought she was joking…

I should have known better – she was far too keen to play – but before we started, we made a bet. The winner got to decide where we would go next. I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, and was hoping we’d be going back to my hotel room soon, so I needed to win – going to another bar, and another few rounds of drinks, and my dick wouldn’t be much use to anyone. I needed to focus. I needed to win…

So of course I lost. Badly. I don’t know if you’ve played Ms PacMan, but it’s fucking intense. It makes regular PacMan look like a fucking sloth. That bitch can move! And the ghosts are on steroids too. I barely made it past the first level, and Annabelle – well, clearly I had been hustled. She was a pro. Round after round, she kept on going, and I had to stand there, defeated. As embarrassing as it was, it was an incredible turn on. Even playing Ms PacMan, she was sexy as fuck. The way she handled that stick, and screwed up her face in concentration…

She finally lost her last life, and I steeled myself for my punishment. I could always just order a soft drink.
“I won,” she smirked. “And I know where I want to go next.”
“Do we need to call a cab?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You tell me.” She reached forward, putting a hand on my crotch and getting an immediate reaction as my cock bulged in my trousers. “How far is your hotel?”
I was on Uber faster than anything – if I’d shown those sorts of reactions in Ms PacMan, I’d have won for sure – and in minutes, we were all over each other in the back of a taxi, heading back to my hotel. Usually, I hate being the douchebags making out in the back of a cab – public displays of affection are not my cup of tea – but I made an exception for Annabelle. She is a great kisser.

Now, I’ll do those readers a favour who only got to the second paragraph and decided to skip the boring, scene-setting stuff. THE SEXY STUFF STARTS HERE! Personally, I like a bit of mood lighting, but I get that some of you just want to skip to the juicy bits. Each to their own…

Out of the cab. Up the steps. Across the lobby. Into the elevator. The doors had barely shut behind us before she eased a hand down my pants, inside my boxer shorts, and gave my dick a playful squeeze as it strained to escape its confines. As we rose us up the building, her hand slid up and down the length of my cock, and I did some rising myself…

PING. She slipped her hand out, turned, and stepped into the bright corridor. Nobody was waiting to come into the elevator, but there were people going to and fro. I led her to my room and in we went.

She barely took any time to check out the room, but walked straight to the bathroom. Alone for the first time since leaving the bar, and with a bit of time to reflect, I tried in vain to compose myself. It was one of those bizarre moments – like when you’re drunk and catch your own eye in a bathroom mirror. A sudden moment of clarity, and acknowledgement that the moment you step out of that room, you will no longer be in control. You tell yourself to get it together, but you know full well that it’s too late for an intervention. That is the affect Annabelle had on me – I was completely out of control. Intoxicated. Drunk on sex.

I thought that I’d managed to calm myself sufficiently that I wouldn’t spunk in my briefs as soon as she touched my dick again, but it was all in vain. I turned as the bathroom door unlocked, and what faced me took my breath away.

Annabelle was stood in the doorway, framed by the blackness of the dark bathroom behind her, wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton stockings. The inky darkness of the room behind her and the wooden doorframe gave the effect of a canvas, and Annabelle’s beautiful, naked body was the subject of the most amazing portrait I’d ever seen. The stockings ended a hand’s width from the top of her legs, drawing the eye into her immaculately shaven pussy. Her hands were behind her back, and she was looking down at the ground in mock-bashfulness. Her tits, even bigger than her shapely dress had suggested, were simply perfect. Smooth and fulsome, tipped with small, pink nipples. I could tell how hard they were just by looking.

Annabelle looked up sheepishly, and I snapped out of my temporary paralysis. I made to join her in the doorway but her hand went up, ordering me to stop.
“Clothes.” The one word command didn’t need repeating. Shoes, socks, tie, shirt, belt, trousers. Never have I undressed so quickly in all my life. I hesitated at my boxers, but Annabelle gave me an encouraging little nod, and they were off too. Her eyes fell immediately on my dick, jutting upwards, and bouncing as the blood gushed into it.

She stalked past me and sat herself down on the edge of the bed. My cock was precisely at head height, and without taking hold of it, she leant forward and gave the head the tiniest of licks. A drop of my pre-cum glistened on the end of her tongue as she leant back.

“Kneel.” Again, I was compelled to obey, and now it was I who find myself at perfect head-height. She didn’t need to give another order – her legs, positioned far apart and exposing her sweet, pink cunt to me, beckoned me in. I knew exactly what was required of me.

As I bent to my task, I saw that her pussy was already shining wet. I breathed deep, and the scent of her filled my nostrils, driving me insane. Her pussy was the best I’d ever smelled – that beautiful, spicy, musky smell, mixed with her sweet perfume – it made me dizzy, and I nearly came there and then. She tasted as good as she smelled. She was already so wet, and I got a near mouthful of her juices as I ran my tongue from the bottom up to the top.

She let out a soft moan as my tongue reached her clitoris, and I gave it a playful flick before running it back down to the opening of her cunt. I pushed at the opening, and was met by another gush of sweet, creamy wetness. I swallowed again, savouring every drop. As I licked and sucked at her, she threw her head back, closing her eyes and trying to steady her breathing. I took my tongue back up to her clit, and started circling it – slowly at first, but getting faster, and with increasing force. Her hips fell in step with my gyrating tongue, and her shallow breaths became moans, then louder moans, and then she was crying out.
“Oh fuck!” She cried as my licking reached a crescendo, my tongue becoming a blur. “Fuck I’m going to come.” The words had barely escaped her when her whole body spasmed against me. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her pussy as her orgasm washed over her. Twitching, shuddering, and moaning, her body wracked with pleasure, coiled up for a final time, and then relaxed.

I stood up, intending to go wash my mouth and beard in the bathroom, but her eyes flickered open and she caught me by the thighs. Once again, my dick was at the perfect height, and without hesitation, she took the entire length of it in her mouth, slowly, and looked up at me with those devilish, emerald eyes.

I was as hard as anything, and knew I wouldn’t last long. She maintained eye contact throughout as she moved those cheery lips up and down my shaft, daring me to cum. When she reached a hand up to give me a stroke, I could feel the first deep rumblings of an orgasm start to brew. It was as though she sensed this, and pumped me again, and again, each time with a little more ferocity, and brought her other hand up to tickle the bottom of my balls, all the time taking me in and out of her beautiful, wet mouth. It was so fucking hot…

It was more than I could take. The deep rumbling had become a tsunami of pleasure, flooding through my thighs, groin, and up into my chest. My balls were on fire, and my cock screamed with intense, white-hot pleasure. I placed a limp hand on her bare shoulder to warn her, and started to say the words “I’m cumming” when the first jet of cum erupted in her mouth. Another, and another, and another, as she masterfully pumped me, emptying me of every drop. The fire in me faded away and was replaced by a cool, calming haze – the world turned soft and spongey, as Annabelle swallowed a mouthful of my cum and looked up at me smiling.

I stood there a moment, eyes closed, swaying. Enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss. When I opened my eyes, Annabelle was lying back on the bed, her hands between her legs. One was gently rubbing at her swollen clit, while the other gently pushed two fingers inside, exploring her cunt. I’ve never recovered from an orgasm so quickly in my life. One look, and the blood started flowing back into my dick.

Annabelle continued playing with herself, her eyes closed and face screwed up in concentration, but I knew that she knew I was watching her. I leant over her and took hold of her hands, stopping her. She smiled and pulled me closer, so I was looming over her, the tip of my now fully recovered cock just an inch or two from her inviting, warm pussy. She pulled at me again, and I saw the desperation in her eyes. She wanted me inside her.

Up to this point, she’d had it all her own way, and so I resolved to take back at least a modicum of control. I leant into her, so that the end of my cock touched the opening of her pussy, but went no further. She giggled and squirmed, nuzzling my dick in an attempt to coax me deeper inside, but I went no further than one inch before pulling back out again. Once more, she gyrated her hips in an effort to draw me in, but I gave her no more than the tip, and then withdrew. Time and again I did this, until she was begging for it – her face gave her away, and I knew I’d seized at least a little bit of the power back.

Without warning, I pushed inside her, as deep as I could go, and she couldn’t stifle her moans. Her beautiful tits heaved and bounced back into position with the force of it. Louder and louder she cried, with every thrust, edging closer and closer to what I knew would be an explosive orgasm.
“Oh fuck, that’s deep!” It was. It felt like I was touching the very root of her, knocking on the door of her soul. The tone of her cries changed with each lunge, and soon they mingled into one, long, continuous moan. She barely got the words out. “I’m cumming again. Oohh God, I’m cumming. I’m… I’m cumming…” Her voice disappeared, swallowed up by the enormity of her climax. She seemed to freeze, stuck in time as her whole body was slammed by wave after wave of paralysing orgasmic energy. She grabbed hold of me as I was deep inside her, her face screwed up in concentration, and then released, letting out a long moan. “Oooohhhh fuck I’m still cumming.” As her orgasm released her from its grasp, I slid out. I wasn’t done with her yet. I’ll teach her to beat me at Ms PacMan, I thought…

I flipped her over, and though surprised, she obligingly took to her hands and knees. She clearly expected me to thrust my dick back inside her, but I was hit by a sudden moment of dirty inspiration. It must have been the sight of her tight, smooth asshole that put a sort of fire in me. I couldn’t resist the urge – I got down on my knees behind her, parted her ass cheeks with my hands, and plunged my tongue in between them, licking all around her beautiful ass.

She squealed in surprise, but the shock quickly gave way to sighs of pleasure as my tongue massaged her asshole, and my fingers found their way inside her pussy, which had become tight after the most recent, massive orgasm. If I thought she smelled good before, it was nothing compared to now. The smell of her climax filled the air – it was like a shot of some wildly powerful aphrodisiac in my veins. It felt so incredibly dirty… I pushed and prodded at her tight asshole with my tongue, and rubbed at her g-spot until neither of us could take it anymore.

“Fuck me hard” she begged. “I want more.”
Obliging, I positioned myself behind her and slid my cock into her tight, hot pussy. Neither of us were holding back any longer – we fucked like animals, as hard as we could. I couldn’t tell you how long it went on for, but it was passionate, amazing, exhausting. It was pure sex – the way it is supposed to be done. I felt us both start to sweat with the intensity of it, and just as Annabelle started to get louder, that familiar sensation started deep within me.

Only this time it was different. It felt like it was coming from all angles at once. I had pins and needles in my feet, and it started to creep up my legs. At the same time, my balls started to sing – deep, booming voices that sang of fireworks and thunderstorms. A thousand thoughts flashed through my brain at once, and I was stupefied – I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pleasure. I barely even noticed how loudly Annabelle was screaming.

“Fuck, fuck, it’s so good. I’m cumming so hard.” She was slamming back into me almost as firmly as I was thrusting into her, and each time we met it was light a hammer on an anvil, with sparks of pleasure bursting across the room. “I want it. Cum inside me. Please… Cum inside.” Her pleas were the last straw, and the world turned white as I emptied my load inside her. My own heartbeat echoed in my ears, and the rest of the world went silent. A gale of wonderful, sexual energy swept through me with each burst of cum, and Annabelle’s own orgasm – the most powerful of all – had sent her into fits of moaning and writhing, milking every last drop of cum and pleasure from me.

We lay a while, coated from head to toe in sweat and each other’s sex. Time seemed to stop, and I’m not entirely sure it has resumed yet. Even now, as I write this several days later, something fundamental has changed in the world. I’m thousands of miles away from my darling, dirty Annabelle, and it will be a month before we see each other again. This account is part of my dealing with the grief of being away from her, and I hope that anybody reading it has derived at least a little pleasure from my misery. That said, a month is not such a long time, and I’d be more than happy to follow this up with a sequel if the appetite is there. I feel like Annabelle and I have only scratched the surface of our sexual chemistry, and that endless bedroom adventures await us in the future…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6lc608/mf_filthy_first_encounter_with_reddit_sex_goddess