[MF] when fantasy and reality messily collide [pregnancy risk]

“Oh yeah, and would you fuck my ass?” she texted in the middle of one of our ever more frequent exchanges. This one came on the same week as a night of phone sex, in which we alternated between nudes and hearing each other climax.

“Is that really what you’d want?” I replied. “Always thought that was just something more for porn than in real life.”

“Oh, no, totally a fantasy of mine,” she quickly clarified. “I just wish we lived closer together. Seriously, at this point, I just want to get together and bang this weekend.”

If there was an invisible narrator, voiced by Morgan Freeman, as is tradition, this is where he would say “But they did not get together and bang that weekend, they just teased each other more instead and talked about how stressful their jobs were becoming. Until one day…”

Yes, one day we both had extraordinary bad weeks at work. Her subordinates had messed up something hugely important, earning her a scolding in the process for not keeping better track of them. My job was trying what are euphemistically known as “constructive discharges” and more plainly called “make people so miserable they quit out of frustration to get headcount down before an inevitable collapse” in the then unfolding Great Recession. For months, we were each other’s’ partners in venting our frustrations, first work-related, then sexual. That day was a mutual low point.

We dealt with it the only way we knew how, by taking turns griping and then somehow managing to seamlessly transition into mutual masturbation. As she watched me on cam, stroking my throbbing erection for her, masturbating for me on the other end, she once again started fantasizing about how we could hook up.

“I’m just thinking about riding that big, thick cock,” she moaned. “I want to know how it would feel inside me.” She paused to catch her breath. “And how it would cum in my mouth.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t just think about it,” I said with a sudden rush of boldness and general fuck-it-all-ness. “Maybe I should just get in my car, come up and see you. Right now. Not next weekend, not someday soon. Right now.”

“Really?” she gasped. “I have work tomorrow… but… I… well, I don’t have anything tonight…”

“Exactly. So let’s stop thinking about it and playing on cam and actually do it. Instead of trying to imagine how this dick would feel inside you, have it inside you.”

“Ok,” she fiercely nodded after a long pause. “Let’s do it. Let’s meet at this hotel. I want to be your good little slut.” The link to the address and directions lit up my IM just as she said it.
My drive was long, bumpy, and complicated with enough setbacks for a comedy movie. Not a good one, but technically classified as a comedy nonetheless. But I didn’t care. “Marie” was waiting for me and I was going to be face to face with her after all the longing and teasing, and heart to heart talks followed by phone and cam sex sessions where she whispered the most depraved things in my ear.

Finally, after settling in my room, I could exhale. She called me that she was on her way. Stuck in traffic, but on her way. Looking at a half an hour to kill, I decided to catch up on the news, but my stomach’s angry grumbling reminded me I forgot to eat that day in my hurry to live out a fantasy. Deciding I was not going to give a performance that would get rated five stars on Yelp functioning on metabolic fumes, I hopped downstairs for a sandwich. This too took longer than it should have, like everything that day.

Exhausted and increasingly hungry, I shambled up to my room, nourishment safely in tow and soothing myself with the thought that soon it will all be right, tried to dig in. But no sooner did I lift my sub to my mouth, there was a knock on the door. Sighing in despair, I put down my ever-tardier dinner and tried to spy who was interrupting me through the awkwardly placed, blurry peephole. I had no idea who it was, just that the person had long, light brown hair.

Swinging the door open, I froze. Marie was finally standing there in the flesh. We embraced madly, me sweeping her off her feet and in one smooth motion, depositing her on the bed, locking lips with… Ok, yeah, no. Instead all I could manage was a weak “Hey.”

“Can I come in?” she asked politely but obviously confused at my awkward greeting.

“Yes, yes, of course,” I ushered her in, apologizing for the uneaten meal and explaining my situation, though truth be told, seeing her finally gave me a second wind. Her thick, brown hair, attentive green eyes, full, soft lips, and voluptuous figure with 42DDs… I saw them all on cam before, but I could finally take her in with my own eyes.

For the life of me, I can’t remember what banality we started talking about, but I do remember her saying “I’m glad I made it here” and me agreeing with her sentiment running my hand through her hair and while holding her cheek, kissing her soft lips. She kissed back unsurely at first, but more confidently and warmly after a few moments. I withdrew from her, and as she giggled, kissed her again, this time more intensely and as she reciprocated, with our tongues now gently playing with each other, she sank down onto the bed. Before we got too into it, she gently tapped my shoulder so I would disengage.

“Maybe you should eat something,” she politely reminded.

We sat and talked after I quickly ate, getting closer and closer to each other. It was at some point during that when she performed a magic trick. In the blink of an eye, I found myself naked while she, dressed in lacy red panties and bra was stroking my now erect member in one hand and brushing my stomach with the other.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice how that happened!” was all I could muster.

“I just look innocent,” she smirked, “but I know what I’m doing.”

With that she kissed from my lips, down my chest, stomach, groin, up my cock, and gently took the tip in her mouth, carefully watching my reaction. After hearing my deep breath in, she gently went to work, caressing my stomach with her left hand in rhythm to her mouth. I pulled her closer to me, kissing her, removing her bra, and flipping her onto her back. Gently kissing and caressing every inch of her, I worked my way down to her breasts, ever so gently fondling them, taking each nipple in my mouth and letting my tongue play as she softly moaned.

As I made my way down to her thighs, I removed her panties and spread her legs, taking in her perfectly, freshly shaved pussy. Kissing down her inner thighs, I felt the warmth radiating from her. My tongue took a long, slow lick making sure to pause briefly on the clit for me to provide the slightest bit of suction to gauge her sensitivity. Suddenly, her hands slammed shut over her vulva as she looked away from me.

“Are you ok?” I asked with alarm. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no… I really, really liked it, but it’s just so embarrassing,” she replied, blushing.

“How?”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“No, no, I wanted to, I love giving oral.” That wasn’t just the thing that seemed to be right to say at the time. Feeling a woman’s entire body writhe as your mouth plays with her clit or your tongue parts her pussy lips, letting your hands roam across her breasts, stomach, and thighs is just plain fun.

My plans for the night changed immediately. My bag contained a blindfold, restraints, lube, all the props to do all the dirty and kinky things we talked about. But if she’s embarrassed by her vulva getting a little attention, blindfolds, cuffs, and anal weren’t going to go well either.

“Well,” I began sitting back on my knees while she still laid on the bed, legs spread wide, her mound now exposed, showing her perfect little slit, “so, what would you I rather do?”

“Please just fuck me,” she requested.

I nodded, scooting closer to her, kissing from her stomach, up her chest, detouring to make sure her breasts and nipples were properly attended to, and as she hungrily kissed me when I reached her mouth, letting our tongues play, I slipped on a condom and aligned myself for penetration. She raised her legs and stroked my stomach, waiting for me to enter her.

As my tip slid into her tight, sweltering, velvety, soaking wet pussy, I gasped with sheer delight, shuddering with unexpected waves of pleasure. Sliding in further, I realized her muscles were reflexively gripping me and as I started to actually fuck her, building up speed, her legs wrapped around me driving me deeper in with every stroke. Her kisses showered my face, her breasts pressed into my chest. While normally I’m as quiet as a church mouse during sex, we both moaned, drowning in the enjoyment.

We switched to doggy so I could be a little rougher and hit a little deeper. Looking at her ass, I got lost in my thoughts for a minute. Should I try to play with it like we discussed? But she was embarrassed by a flick of the tongue across her clit. What would happen if I tried to work in a finger into her little asshole, no matter how gingerly and with how much warning? No, I should definitely stick to what she seems comfortable doing.

My train of thought came to a screeching derailment when Marie wiggled off my cock, turned around, tore off the condom and with a few practiced motions began deepthroating me, her hands digging into my hips. My hands instinctively wrapped around her long, flowing hair.

“Mhmm,” she got out with a mouthful of, well, me, trying to nod enthusiastically.

Holding her head in place with her hair, I started gently fucking her mouth while she played with her clit and stroked my hip. After a while, I withdrew to give her a break and let her catch her breath. She fell back on her forearms, breathing heavily.

“Do you… I want you to… bare,” she tried to get out, overwhelmed.

“You want me to fuck you bare?” I tried to clarify.

“Yes, yes,” she started nodding. “I want to… I want to feel you.”

“I can’t, it’s not safe. You’re not on birth control, are you?”

“No.”

“See, that’s even riskier.”

“Ok. I understand.”

And yet as she calmed down a bit, I found myself on top of her again, the tip of my bare cock gently brushing against her clit in an up and down motion.

“Does it feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered in her ear. “I love how your pussy feels. It’s so warm. So wet. So soft.”

Before I knew it, I was starting to slide inside her. (Kids, don’t do that. Seriously. It was a bad idea and we were lucky.)

“Are… are you going in bare?” she gasped.

“Yeah, I think I am,” I mumbled to my own surprise. “I just…”
In response, she wrapped herself around me, pushing me in deeper. My vision stared blurring and my ears felt as if they were underwater. Every sense but touch seemed dulled. All I was aware of was her body against mine, our legs entwined, her pussy quivering around every square micron of my cock. I quickly started thrusting, both of us gasping with every stroke until I knew I couldn’t hold back.

Quickly withdrawing from her, I had just enough time to fix my aim before I exploded. Cum shot all over her stomach and breasts. She looked down, mouthing “wow” and back at me, breathing hard, shuddering but still very much erect. Cleaning us both off as quickly as if I was a member of a Formula One pit crew, I plunged back inside her, bare, without a second thought, to her welcoming moans. Until we both collapsed, spent for the night, I covered every inch of her in cum at one point or another and felt her convulse in every position I could think of.

When we’d stop to pause our breath, her behavior assured me that being gentle that night was a wide choice. She wanted to be held, stroked, and kissed, unable to keep her lips off mine. It was as if she was starved of the basics of intimacy. The most I did was give her a few good, hard spanks during doggy, which she appreciated, but not as much as just me grinding as my throbbing cock was buried as far as it could go inside her.

Surprisingly, the morning was tense. She didn’t talk much, and I didn’t push her. We left our separate ways with a quick peck on the lips. Midway through my drive home, she called me, telling me how she would get Plan B right away and thanking me for a great night. I got tested the very next day and a few weeks after, both panels coming back clean to my great relief. My previous time having unprotected intercourse wasn’t exactly voluntary so one would’ve thought I learned from that scare, but apparently not.

Over the next month or so, she would bounce back and forth, asking about meeting again or going on a proper date, then dismissing our night together as “both of us just being horny.” I let our exchanges cool off and stop after this point. She didn’t know what she wanted, and I wasn’t going to play games. Years later, we reconnected, and she admitted trying to push me away because she didn’t want to develop feelings for me but was starting to. She flirted with me hard, for a long time until my significant other and I decided enough was enough, and she finally found her future husband.

Still, my experience with her was something we both really needed at the time, and even though nothing came out of it, we still look back at it fondly when we talk once in a blue moon…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7tnmtx/mf_when_fantasy_and_reality_messily_collide