[FM] Coming Back for Seconds

I’ve really never been one to post the details of my sexual escapades. However, my first time posting was under a different account, specific to the sub that connected me with my current partner. It triggered a massive response from local men wanting to be “next”, so I opted to post with slightly more anonymity this time. And why post again at all? Because seconds were JUST THAT DAMN GOOD.

To recap: we met last month for the first time after connecting over another, very specific sub. After nearly a month of exchanging messages and trying to meet up, we were finally able to do so. Our night together was nothing short of incredible. He got me off more times than I could count with his skilled fingers, insatiable tongue, and perfect cock. He also claimed the title of the best oral I’ve ever had. By the time we parted ways, I was sore (no one had ever worked my pussy that well), dripping wet, and already making plans for our next meeting.

The next few weeks didn’t work for either of us, but we still maintained daily communication. During our back and forth, we both confided our fantasies for the next time. Among many other things, I had mentioned sneaking away to a stairwell so that he could go down on me and eventually fuck me. He mentioned answering the door in either a towel or naked and having me drop to my knees and sucking him off right then and there. By the time the night of our tryst arrived, I could barely think straight. My body was practically aching for his, and my mind was a flurry of our previous encounter mingled with all of the things we had spoken of in the interim.

After battling absurd traffic, I finally pulled into the hotel parking lot, collected myself, and made my way in. As I entered the elevator, a headache I’d been battling for two hours got the better of me.

When I knocked on the door, he slowly answered, remaining hidden behind the door. However, a mirror on the opposite side of the room betrayed him; he was completely naked and I was quite the happy girl. However, I resisted the urge to suck his dick, and instead dropped off my bags and crawled into the bed, nursing my headache. After a few minutes (and painkillers), we turned the lights off and were soon all over each other.

I stripped down to my black lace busier and thigh highs while we reacquainted ourselves with the other’s body. He plunged his tongue past my crotchless panties and ate me while I ran my hands over his incredible body. Shortly after, he ordered me to remove them so that he had unfettered access.

Soon, he was fucking me, whispering to me how tight I was and how good I felt between soft moans. I came on his cock a few times, before I rode him, came again, and then got on my knees on the floor while he sat on the bed and sucked his dick for a bit. It wasn’t long before we were fucking again, and he grabbed me to the edge of the bed and fucked me amazingly hard and deep. He eventually came inside of me, and we took a break before heading down for dinner.

After decent food and a ridiculous conversation, we went back to the room to drop a few things off, then he asked me if I still wanted to fuck in the stairwell. He advised me of our best options (he diligently looked into everything I had mentioned to ensure all of my fantasies were completely fulfilled), and I followed him into the dingy stairwell. We started fooling around before he he started going down on me again. He was great, but the angle accessibility was less than ideal. We decided to try fucking, but were once again hindered by the awkwardness of the location. So we scurried back to the room and immediately resumed fucking.

We took a break and he asked me what I wanted (a game we play with each other). I told him that because he was so focused on me the time before, I wanted this time to be about him. He said that giving me what I wanted was what he wanted. We playfully went back and forth before he asked me if I wanted him to eat my ass. He ventured there the time before, but this time, he made it an event in and of itself. He bent me over and went to work while simultaneously fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. When I came, I was barely able to speak or move. His smug smile said more than I could.

We eventually started fucking again, and were going at it for a long while when he asked me if I wanted his cock in my ass (something we’d talked about prior and eagerly agreed to). I told him yes, and he whispered to me, asking me if I was a good girl. That nearly did me in on the spot. He told me to tell him how I was a good girl and what I did to deserve him to fuck me ass, and then he told me to beg for it, I came, and he told me I was, in fact, a good girl. Then he told me that while he wanted to fuck my ass, my pussy felt so good that he didn’t know which he wanted more; I knew exactly what he meant. Still, we decided to give it a shot.

I was so wet, we barely needed lube for anal. However, after a couple of half-hearted attempts to get it in, he plunged back into my pussy. I kept telling him how amazing he is and how he was easily the best fuck I’d ever had (I came to the conclusion that I’d never been properly fucked until him, which was intoxicating). I was so caught up in passion that I started making out with him. This is particularly funny, only because I had invoked hooker rules the time before and insisted on no kissing. He seemed tickled, and then turned on, by this, so we rolled with it. He started moaning my name over and over, which was so incredibly hot that a current of orgasms hit me, each more intense than the last. We fucked until he made me beg for him to cum inside of my pussy, and he obliged; spent and contented, went to sleep shortly after.

At an ungodly hour, I woke up craving him again. He was still sleeping, but stirred a few times. We had previously discussed consent in these situations (which is critical, by the way), and I was given carte blanche. So I started slowly rubbing his balls, then his cock, through his underwear. He let out a few soft moans while he instantly got hard for me. He started to wake up, so my efforts became more eager. It wasn’t log before he was awake and disrobing for me. Then he was inside of me, musing how he couldn’t believe that I was still so tight after our previous sessions. After a particularly intense orgasm, I pushed him off of me and down to my pussy. He coyly asked me what I wanted, and I finally found my words: eat my pussy. And he didn’t disappoint. He quickly brought me to orgasm, and I was nearly in tears (a first for me). We then switched between him fucking me, me fucking him, and I came more times than I could count. It was when I was riding him that I had an intense squirting orgasm, which seemed to amuse him. After my body couldn’t take anymore, I rolled over while he stroked his dick for a bit. We both decided to go back to sleep for a few more hours.

Once we were up for the day, we were back at it. He started stroking himself and my clit while I trailed my fingers all over his body, and then aggressively got between my legs and kept varying his strokes to drive me absolutely wild. He then started teasing me with the tip, and told me to tell him what I wanted. I stubbornly refused and told him I’d just take what I wanted, which he coyly denied me. He told me again to tell him what I wanted, and I finally relented. “I want your cock deep insi—“ was all I managed to get out before he was balls deep in me. I came from that one calculated stroke. After a while, I was back on top until orgasms overtook me again. I rolled off and eventually I was begging him to fuck me in the ass.

Lubed up and ready to go, he thrusted his cock into my ass and fucked me until he asked me where I wanted him to cum. I told him in my ass between moans, and he made me repeat myself, louder each time, until he filled my asshole.

We cleaned up and departed shortly thereafter. We later exchanged a few messages, and both agreed that another rendezvous was absolutely happening.

Even a day later, I can still feel him inside of me. Just recounting everything has me wet with a devilish smile spread across my face. I have no idea if we can realistically top this session; however, I’m more than eager to try, as many times as it takes…

I said this before, and I’ll say it again, but I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for next time. I can only hope that he reads this and is just as eager to pick up where we left off in the (very) near future.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ryykz/fm_coming_back_for_seconds