NOTE: People seemed to like my first story (“She called my Bluff… Or: [F]un when Redditors [M]eet”) so here’s another one from an adventure last month.
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We met for the first time at the airport. After weeks of messaging, then texting, and eventually Face-Timing. She was nervous. I wasn’t. I loved the city; worst case, if we didn’t hit it off, I’d have a great time wandering around, exploring the different neighborhoods. That we could meet, in my eyes, was a bonus. But she was nervous, and I wanted to make her feel at ease. She’d only been with a handful of guys before; she’d never done anything like this. I wanted to give her what she wanted, what she’d asked me for.
The drive into town was easy. Lots of small talk. I could tell the Uber driver was confused — we seemed to know each other, but it was obvious we’d just met. He’d picked us both up at the airport, but she was a local. I didn’t bother explaining.
I quickly checked into the hotel, and we rode the elevator to the 12th floor. I asked her what it was like leaving her job and returning to grad school, whether she was enjoying it, what her plans were for after. We dropped my bag off in the room — just a book bag, nothing more. I’d only be around a short time. I looked at her — she was all of five feet tall, with big eyes and black hair. At once trusting and skeptical. And she was still nervous. I said, how about a drink? She agreed and popped an edible.
Drinks were good. I had a gin and tonic, she’d ordered a specialty cocktail A vodka mule, I think it was. We talked. I was charming. She was smart and funny, if not a little savage her jokes at my expense. I touched her leg. Do you want to go back upstairs? She nodded. Are you sure you’re up for this? She said she was.
When we got upstairs, she excused herself to use the bathroom. I figured she was having second thoughts, so I went to the bed to quietly wait for her to decide what, if anything, would happen next. She returned and, to my surprise, joined me on the bed. We can take a minute, I told her. She’d tell me later that she was happy to hear that. I was gentle. Tried to make her feel more comfortable while her clothes was still on. It was non-threatening. It made her feel safe.
We talked a bit more, the she kissed me. I couldn’t help but be amused by the way she shoved her entire tongue in my mouth. Zero to 100, real quick. Slow down, I told her. I kissed her lips, softly. Then her neck. I took off her top, ran my hands over her breasts. Put my mouth to her nipples and breathed hotly onto them. Wrapped my lips around them, bit them softly.
I want you to go down on me, she said. At least that’s what I remembered. Either way, I must have read her mind. We were vibing.
I pushed her onto the bed. It was easy. She was so tiny. I had to remind myself to hold back. It wasn’t want she wanted — she’d asked to be dominated — but there’s a responsibility that comes wit being in control. I slid her pants off. Then her thong. Her pussy was perfect. Smoothly shaved, pink and tight. I spread her legs and kissed her thighs as got closer. I could smell her — it was a soft scent. She was dripping, a thick, creamy grool. I wanted to taste her.
She buckled immediately, her thin voice finding a way to moan louder than I thought possible. There’s no way we were going to make it through the night without the neighbors complaining. I grabbed her underwear, balled them up and shoved them in her mouth. I swear she got even wetter. I licked her pussy from bottom to top, then focused on her clit — lightly lapping it, then flicking it with my tongue before sucking on it hard. I slid a finger inside her, and that’s when I realized how small she was. I could barely fit the whole thing inside her.
She spat the thong out.
I want your cock inside me, she said.
I smiled. She wasn’t nervous anymore.
It was time to have fun.
I decided to leave her wanting.
No, I said.
You can’t have it, I said.
You haven’t earned it.
Beg me for it.
I made her ask for permission to cum.
She did. And then she did.
It was amazing. The way she clamped down on cock and screamed through the fabric of her thong, which I had to shove back into her mouth again because she was so loud. The way her entire body shuddered.
It was time to give her what she wanted.
I leaned back and let her unbutton my jeans. She took me in her mouth as best as she could, but again – she was so small, it didn’t fit. It didn’t stop her from trying, though. And her full and luscious lips wrapped around my shaft and forced me into her throat. Don’t take my word for it, though. It looked like this:
https://www.erome.com/a/fA6b03AH
I love choking on your fucking cock, she said.
And she did.
I grabbed her by the hair and fucked her mouth.
She backed away and gasped for air, I string a spit bridging the distance between her lips and my cock. It looked like this:
https://www.erome.com/a/c4xZj2sY
I finally slid inside her pussy. It stretched her out. That’s what she said,
Fuuuuck.
Your fucking thick cock is stretching me out.
Fuck!
It looked like this:
https://www.erome.com/a/MB0N8rrX
I fucked her as much as I could, but she couldn’t take it. For the first time I understood what it was like to be one of those guys in porn, the ones who can’t go all the way inside someone. All I wanted was to pound her, to go balls-deep and fuck her harder than anyone ever had before. But that’d be a rookie mistake. This night wasn’t about me.
I flipped her over, leaving her on all fours. Put my hands on her ass and spread them. Licked her asshole. She loved it. Then I slid a finger inside it. It made her squirm. It made me even harder.
Fuck, daddy, she said. No one’s ever done that.
Daddy? She definitely wasn’t nervous anymore.
Baby girl, I said. I knew you’d be a good little anal slut.
I asked her to suck my cock. She truly gave amazing head. She wanted me to come. I ask her where. She told me. I jerked off all over her face and into her mouth. And for the moment, she was happy. Satisfied. It looked like this:
….
She woke me up in the middle of the night. We fucked again. And again, she was too small. I had to use my hand to finish.
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The next morning, we walked around downtown looking for a breakfast spot. She was getting hangry. We settled for a crepe place. We talked about home, about traveling. It was easy to chat with her. Not just because she loved to talk — and she definitely loves to talk — but because she was smart and sexy and self-aware.
You know this is going to end up in a story, I told her.
We’ll see about that, she said.
It was Record Store Day and I wanted to visit a vinyl shop to see if they still had copies of The National album, then spend the rest of the afternoon at the local modern art museum. She had work to do — a project for a class. We walked back to the hotel to go our separate ways.
Back at the room, we packed our things in silence. It simply wouldn’t do.
So we fucked again, and this time I made it about me. I pushed her onto her knees and used her mouth. She loved it. Took my balls into her mouth, the tongued my asshole. She’d stroke my cock with two hands and tell me how bad she wanted more. It looked like this:
https://www.erome.com/a/sTrakAQB
But every time she’d try to stand, I’d push her back down onto her knees. (Baby girl, did I say you could get up?) It made her smile. Hell, it made me smile. I was so turned on, my cock was incredibly sensitive. It looked like this:
https://www.erome.com/a/t2n4UNcN
I pushed her onto a chair by the window and fucked her hard, her hands against the glass, stabilizing herself. Then I turned her around so that her back was on the cushion, and her legs were wrapped around me.
Your fucking cock, she said.
I don’t want to stop this time, I said.
Then don’t, she said. I wanna be a good slut for you.
I pushed my cock as far as it could go, until it disappeared inside her. It felt fucking amazing. I was determined to come from fucking her. And I did. I pulled out at the last second. She ate every drop of cum. Hungrily.
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We’ve texted a bunch since then. Our schedules are slammed, but we plan to meet again over the summer. After all, we have so many more stories to write — and if she wants to be a good slut for me, she still has work to do. She agreed. We’re getting her a plug soon. And she wants to be with a girl, so there’s that… :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ijz1b/are_you_sure_youre_up_for_this_or_more_fun_when
Hot! You should include short clips too