She called my Bluff… Or: [F]un when Redditors [M]eet

We’d met on Reddit.

I liked her pics… but I loved her vids – the way she moaned, the fact that she’d made some of them in public.

She was a fan of my pics… but what she loved most were my stories – the little details, the lengths the characters went to in order to please each other.

I told her they weren’t characters. They were true stories.

She called my bluff.

I’d love to write one about you one day, I said. Then you’d know the truth.

I’d like that, she replied.

I’d agreed to meet up with Redditors before. More than a few times. Every now and then it really happens. Most of the time it’s just flirting. I assumed she’d fall into the latter category.

We traded PMs for months, disappearing for weeks at a time before reconnecting in a flurry of messages. Eventually we switched to Kik, then Snap, sending sneaky pictures from work, the gym, whatever we thought would get a rise out of each other. Then one day I told her I’d be passing through her city. She asked to meet. I agreed that we should. We never did.

A couple weeks later, another message from her: I regret it.

I asked her if she was serious. That this could just be more of the same flirting. She said she was telling the truth. She wanted to make it happen.

Then you’ll get a chance to make up for it, I said. I’m gonna be in town on a layover. I could ask the airline to extend it overnight. Get a hotel.

She agreed.

When the day came, expectations were kept in check. Part of me assumed she’d flake. But mostly I was afraid she would. After all, we’d been texting for a while. Shared our bodies, sure, but also intimate details. The things she always wanted, but never asked our partners for.

Did I mention she wanted to be dominated?

Completely?

I was afraid we’d miss our chance. And if we did meet, I was afraid we’d blow it.

The entire cab ride to the hotel, I wondered if we’d click. It’s such an important part of the process. Any guy can manhandle a girl – but to make the experience something she enjoys, to make her feel like an object without actually making her feel like *you think* she’s just an object, that’s the trick. And in order to do that – to make her feel like you actually care about her, well, you have to actually care about her. Have to want to please her. You have to click.

All my concerns went out the window when I saw her. She wore a dark shirt and a black skirt, and, because it was cold outside, pantyhose and a ridiculous hat (like a Pokemon, but not really). We hugged and, feeling nervous, we both agreed that the hotel bar was a must. A shot and a beer later, we told stories about growing up. My hand lingered on her knee for a while, then slowly made its way up her thigh… higher and higher, lightly tracing over the nylon until my hand was all the way up her miniskirt and my fingers were massaging her clit.

Do you think anyone knows what we’re doing? I asked.

I hope so, she said.

Good girl.

She smiled. She liked being called a good girl. Liked knowing she was making me happy.

I touched her some more.

She took a swig of beer and said lets go upstairs.

…

It felt like forever. The walk to the elevator banks. The ride up with the family that had just checked in. Walking down the hall, behind the Middle Eastern lady who wound up being our neighbor.

But when we got inside the room, it was game on.

We kissed each other. Hard. Pressed our tongues against each other’s. Hands running down our backs. Mine grabbing her ass.

She didn’t mince words.

I want your dick in my mouth, she said. I’ve been thinking about it all day.

But that would be too easy.

Instead I pushed her onto the bed, leaving her on all fours, her tiny skirt failing to cover her ass.

I ripped the nylons off, leaving only the lower part (stockings turn me on) and exposing a gem plug she’d been wearing since she left her house. Licked her pussy, then pulled the plug out and tongued her asshole.

She moaned.

There it was. That moan I’d loved so much. The one that started all of this.

I put the plug back in and slid my fingers into her pussy, marveling at how wet it got.

When it was clear that her body wanted to squirt, I moved her onto a hard surface and worked g-spot until she filled my palm and spilled onto the marble.

What the fuck are you doing? she asked. A look of shock coming over her.

She’d never done that before. Squirted. Which only made it more fun for me. I kept going.

She came so hard she convulsed.

But before she could catch her breath, I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her around and told her to clean up her mess.

She took to it quickly, attacking her squirt with her tongue.

It was so hot I grabbed my phone and recorded it.

It looked like this: https://www.vidble.com/Fql1rWB2L3.gif

…

She’d told me she was tight. It wasn’t hyperbole. I was on top. It was like her entire body was wrapped around me, pulling me in.

We kissed. She called me Daddy. I told her that her pussy felt amazing.

Good, she said between quick breaths.

I slapped her face.

She smiled.

I choked her.

She grunted.

Yes…

I spit on her face.

She came.

…

I did the same not a few moments later.

While she was on her knees.

Telling me she knew I wanted it.

Knew I wanted to cum all over her pretty face.

So just do it.

Make me your cumslut.

I did.

It looked like this: https://www.vidble.com/Vgnsd523Y1.gif

…

I only had a few hours left, so we made the most of the evening.

I went down on her, tasting her, sucking her clit while fucking her with my fingers.

Around this time, I heard faint pounding on the wall. From the neighbor. I ignored it.

I tasted her more. She bucked and shook.

(Later, she’d tell me about the best oral she’d ever received. It was from a girl, not me. But fuck if I wasn’t trying to win that medal in this moment.)

I got incredibly hard.

It was time pull out her gem plug again.

Then slide inside her.

We didn’t have lube.

She didn’t care.

So I used spit.

It looked like this: https://www.vidble.com/show/S0tyC9W8VB

…

Years from now, I’ll always remember how my favorite thing about being inside her ass wasn’t how it felt – and believe me, it was fantastic – but rather, how she completely lost herself in the moment.

I pushed myself into her as far as I could go, slowly at first, but then faster and harder, until I was pounding her and her pussy squirted on its own.

And when I looked up, her eyes were closed, her tongue was sticking out, and her head bobbed listlessly.

She was gone.

Transported somewhere else entirely.

As ridiculous as it sounds, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

When she finally came back to reality, she asked for even more.

That part I’ll save just for me.

…

After we finished, she said something that made me laugh.

You wrecked my asshole.

I checked.

It wasn’t broken, but yeah, it had taken a beating.

She said she wanted to see it, so I took a picture.

But I didn’t send it to her right away.

Instead I snapped it to her a few days later.

While she was at work.

I’m guessing it made her blush.

It looked like this: https://www.vidble.com/TOy0qJ4xtD.jpg

…

We cuddled for a while, lamenting that our time was up.

I had a long day of traveling ahead of me. She had work the next day.

We did not make plans to see each other again.

Not because we didn’t want to, but because on some level I think we were both worried it wouldn’t live up to the first night.

Then again, second sex is usually a whole lot better.

I think I’ll try to swing by her town again.

And until then?

Well, now she’s got her true story…

(NOTE: All pictures and gifs posted with consent.)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7m02fo/she_called_my_bluff_or_fun_when_redditors_meet