We met via Tinder the night I left my ex wife. I had been trapped in a sexless, abusive five year relationship with her. You were my salvation, the beginning of a new life. And was it worth it.
We met up at a local bar. I was couchsurfing while I took care of some final plans in town and you’d come from the next city over. You made sure to feed me enough liquor to guarantee a good night. That was fine with me, I was in a terrible place emotionally. We smoked and drank and enjoyed each other’s company for quite a few hours. It was the beginning of the fall chill and we had to smoke outside, so you kept your arm around my shoulders whenever we stepped out to smoke. You whispered to me it was too late for you to drive back. I thought it was a good line then. You got us a room in some cheap motel and we hardly made it through the doors before we tried pulling each others clothes off.
I admit, I was nearing sloppy drunk. I hadn’t had alcohol in ages, but I was definitely enjoying all of it. Maybe this was the beginning of some deep emotional spiral, but rock bottom is the best foundation.
You threw me on the bed and locked the door behind you. I do mean throw, you were easily six and a half feet tall and you picked me up like a doll and tossed me. You climbed over me and kissed me fiercely. Trailing down my chest, my stomach. I’m surprised my jeans didn’t tear as you pulled them off me, I was as eager as you. Your grabbed my hips so hard I had finger shaped bruises the next morning. Pulling me to the edge of the bed your knees hit the floor. You pulled my lacies to the side and ate my heart out. You wouldn’t let me finish. As you came up for air I sat up and unsnapped my bra. That was a bad decision. You leaned in and took one in your mouth and the other firmly in your hand. You started to pull on my nipple ring, and as I started to moan you bit down with much more force than I anticipated and I cried out. I could feel your teeth start to tear into the skin around my nipple and I grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull you in closer. We hadn’t discussed how we liked it, but sometimes you just know.
Somewhere you’d lost your pants. My brain was fuzzy from the copious amount of alcohol I’d had. You released my breasts and stood back to admire the perfect ring of teeth around my nipple, it was already bruising. I reached out and grabbed your package in my hand, smiling because all that separated us now was thin pieces of fabric. I pulled your dick out over the waistband of your boxers and started slowly stroking it. That was a lot of meat. We maintained eye contact for a moment longer before you grabbed my waist and roughly toss me over. You actually ripped my underwear off, a casualty of war I suppose, and without missing a beat you plowed the entirety of your cock into my tight pussy. You didn’t give me a chance to breathe before thrusting again, and again. You took my hair up in your fist and yanked me into a standing position, your other hand pressed against my stomach so you could continue fucking me hard. “You’re mine.” Every action was so forceful, you meant that and made sure I knew it too.
You shoved me back onto the bed and the sudden vacancy from inside me made me cry out. I rolled over as you gave a small nudge on my hip. You slapped me so hard I saw stars. My head snapped to the side and you climbed on top of me. I blinked, disoriented from the booze and the unexpected hit, as you straddled my chest and pinned my arms to my sides. You pushed the head of your cock against my lips and I did my best to scoot away. You hit me again. This time I gasped as my vision went white and you filled my mouth. I choked as you forced it to the back of my throat, I tried to lean away but you kept a hand knotted up in my hair so I was at the prime angle. Nobody had ever fucked my throat before and you sure broke me in. I could taste myself on you. Maybe I started to tear up some, because you pulled out and asked if I was okay. You seemed genuinely concerned, and I nodded yes. A grin spread across your face and you let go of my hair. The relief was only for a minute before you wrapped your long fingers around my throat and used your weight to choke me as you repositioned us both. You swung both my legs onto a shoulder and folded me up before sliding back inside me. You had both feet on the floor and that gave you the leverage you needed to fuck me hard. I tried to slow you down, but you folded my arms up under my head so you could hold both elbows with one hand so I couldn’t fight you off. You braced yourself with a handful of my ass and really let go.
In retrospect I feel terrible for our neighbors. It was 2am and you had me screaming loud enough to wake the dead. But then, I didn’t care, it felt so fucking good. I guess someone cared, the room phone rang. You laughed and stopped thrusting. I could finally catch my breath as you reached over and answered it. You laughed again and hung it back up. I don’t remember if I asked who it was because you didn’t hesitate to to start up again. It went on for hours, I’m more than certain I blacked out more than once. You finally let me get on top and sitting on your dick after the beating I’d taken was difficult. I must’ve been too slow you you because you reached up and slapped me again, it was like fireworks. You grabbed my face between your thumb and fingers and pulled me down to your face. You asked me who I belonged to. I barely huffed out “you” before you thrust yourself into me. That did it for me, I came with you inside me and you loved that. “You’d best ride me until I finish, little girl.” My whole body was weak with pleasure, but I did as you said. And it didn’t take long before you filled me with your cum. We were both still so inebriated and pleased that I just rolled off you and we both passed out.
I woke up a couple hours later feeling like someone had dropped a brick on my head. I dressed halfway and left you naked on the bed, carrying half my clothes and dressing myself as I walked back to my truck in the weird light of approaching dawn. We exchanged a few messages after, mostly you sending me videos and photos I still don’t recall you having taken. Unfortunately, my move took me too far away. Shame.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/771po5/the_first_time_i_had_my_throat_fucked_i_realized