*I got some PMs asking about what happened after, so I thought I’d follow up. I did change names for the story, but everything else is what it was.*
In the last post, I detail that Ewan and I were in a relatively volatile non-relationship, and I had slept with Dave after feeling undesired and lied to.
After sleeping with Dave, I felt guilty, but I wasn’t sure how to tell Ewan what I’d done. We weren’t exclusive and we weren’t dating, but I still felt guilty and I knew he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else at the time. In some way, given his history of hiding things from me, I felt like my lie was justified.
I quickly realised I was setting myself up for something unhealthy with Ewan, and I called it off. We stopped talking, he cried, I cried, and that was it. He drunk texts me sometimes, and it was more of a sad ending than a happy one.
*****
I went out for a concert with my friends two weeks later, when I got a text from Dave. “Missing your pussy around my cock.”
I wasn’t used to people texting me explicit things like that. At the time, it felt vulgar and foreign. But, I was lonely and missed someone touching me. Most of my sex tends to happen this way.
I texted back “come over then :)” when I got home, and he was at my place within the hour.
******
Someone else had let him into the apartment building, so he knocked on the door. It was unexpected because he hadn’t texted to let me know he had reached my place, or even left his own. When I looked through the peephole, I debated if I should open the door at all, as I was wearing my pyjamas and only had mascara on one eye. I didn’t debate long, rationalising that any man knocking on my door at 1 am was not going to criticise my makeup.
Dave looked different this time, he looked tired and sad. He told me to take off my clothes for him. His voice didn’t carry the same dominant tone as last time, and I slipped off only my shirt. He seemed sad, and I didn’t like sleeping with sad people, I was one too.
I sat on the couch and he came to sit with me. As we sat, we kissed a bit, and he leaned on me, falling asleep as I played with his hair. After awhile, I was starting to fall asleep too, when I felt his hands around my waist. He used his hand to tap on my head. This fucker wasn’t going to let me sleep, he wanted to fuck me. By now, it was 2 am, and I was annoyed and tired.
I said I was sleepy, and he made this whining noise. I opened my eyes and asked if we could do it in the morning. He took my hand and moved it to his crotch, he had unbuttoned his jeans so that his penis was outside, and rock hard. My eyes widened, and he knew he had my interest.
I looked at him, and he took off his belt, tying it around my hands. It wasn’t so tight that I couldn’t take it off, but it was symbolic. He stood up, and told me to get on my knees like a good girl. I went on my knees, and started to lick the head of his cock slowly. I played with the tip between my lips, partially because I liked doing it, but also because I wasn’t sure how I would ‘tap out’ if he went too deep while my hands were tied.
He let me play with his cock lightly for about two minutes, and then took my head in his hands and moved it down his shaft. He then pulled me back to the tip of his cock, and moved my head, fucking my mouth roughly and harder.
He seemed to enjoy making me gag, and when I moved my hands up to stop, I realised why he had tied them behind my back. I wasn’t able to tap him, but I also needed to breathe. I sat down lower to the ground, and he got the message.
He asked if I was okay, I said I needed a breather, and he said I was a good girl. Having said that, he started fucking my mouth again, going deeper and deeper into my mouth, pulling my hair and moaning loudly. He’d used me the last time, but it was so much rougher with my hands tied this time.
I took it until he came down my throat, after which he held my head as he had me lick all his cum. It was bitter, and while I later came to love the taste of other’s cum, I still licked it, wanting to please him.
He pulled me up, and saw my cum dripping down my leg. He ran his finger down my thigh, catching some cum and put it in his mouth. I was hoping he would move to lick me, but he didn’t, and instead sat down on the couch. (This was before I learned how to ask for what I want, now I know better.)
His cock was semi-erect, and he pulled me to sit beside him again and took his belt off of me. I thought that if he wouldn’t eat me out, I might as well have him inside me, and I started to suck on him. To my frustration, he was staying only semi-erect.
I enjoyed sucking him, but I was turned on and needed some release, and I asked him if I could have him inside me. Like magic, I felt him get hard. I later learned he loved begging and that vocal stimulation was a much easier way for me to get what I wanted.
I sat down on his cock, slowly and a bit sleepily. I was tired, but this was enough for me. I was comfortable in my position when he held me by the waist and pushed me down further onto his cock, angling his hips so that he could go deep. I moaned loudly. (In the time since, this is the moment which I have replayed the most often in my head. Every partner I’ve been with has some sexual highlight and unique skill, and this was Dave’s. He knew he was well endowed, and he was going to make me take every inch I could.)
He kept me down against his cock, and stayed deep inside me making shallow thrusts. He told me he wanted to feel me cum on his cock, and as he said that, he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He said he was going to cum, which always turns me on, and I came for him, with him cumming shortly after.
He kept me down against him until his orgasm finished, and then pushed me off of him.
****
I was used to more affection after sex, so I was hurt, but I went to the washroom and cleaned up. He came into the washroom after, pushing up against me, acting like a giant cuddly dog. I was sleepy and he was too. I think he could tell I was a hurt by being pushed away after he came, but neither of us wanted to talk about our feelings in this fuck buddyship, so he just picked me up, put me in the shower with him and soaped my body. It was a bit awkward, but we both were, so it worked.
We went to my bed to sleep, and he held me tight, saying I was a good girl for sucking him with his belt around my wrists. I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into, but I was happy to be held that night.
******
Just so the story stays straight, Dave and I never dated or were romantic. We didn’t have anything in common but hypersexuality, sadness, and some BDSM tendencies.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6urid8/i_needed_it_the_right_way_pt_2_fm_light