[FM] That time I sucked Tony Stark’s dick at the Coffee Shop.

TL/DR: So one time, I sucked this guys dick in front of the Starbucks during our first date. Apologies for length, but it’s from my heart ?

**The infamous third guy**

Tony Stark (not his real name) was the third guy [I met through OKC](https://reddit.app.link/vvTbpnjxAO). His profile pics featured him unabashedly devouring large meals and that made me laugh. He challenged me to an uno game in his first message so I knew he’d read my profile and wisely chosen to ignore its overt sexuality. He reached out to the real girl hiding behind the words instead.

Our chats were racy. We were both sex positive, curious and shared a fondness for D/s. His honesty, wit, and casual intelligence was refreshing. He had an erotic and informative way of describing his proclivities while expressing respect for my boundaries. We decided to meet for the first time at that ubiquitous chain coffee shop.

I was early so I sat at a table in the outdoor patio area to wait. It was a warm and breezy twilight, the sunset lazily cast long shadows across the busy street. The table faced the sidewalk so we could people watch if things got slow. I skimmed through our correspondence with anticipation and I glanced up when I felt someone approaching. A slow smile spread across my face as I thought, “Oh Lordy, yes please, this guy.”

**This lucky bastard**

Tony Stark has a running back’s body, stocky broad shoulders and chiseled tattooed arms. He rocks this RDJ Ironman look but doesn’t know shit about the MCU (hence the amusing nickname). I held back the impulse to run my fingers through his dark wavy hair, lay my hand on his cheek and caress his soft beard. Feel the shape of his lips with my fingers. He had a serious RBF, but his face lit up with a panty-dropping smile as he sat down across from me.

He wasn’t tall. Another girl woulda written him off for that, but I like a guy closer to my height. In my experience, short guys got mad game and TS was no exception, that charming motherfucker.

His history is so unique I can’t share it, ‘cause it would blow anonymity. But the myriad battles he’s fought since childhood gave him an exquisite sense of self awareness, an uncanny ability to read gestures, and the defense mechanisms to charm or punch his way out of any threat. Tony Stark is a thinker, lover and a fighter.

If the Cowboy was the ocean, TS was a scalding forest fire, burning through life with a do-or-die adrenaline riddled intensity. His almost pathological empathy and awareness are the most attractive things about him, but we are living in HIS world. He is present, engaging and analyzing every moment; driven by fervent self-preservation he’s constantly mentally calculating risk for maximum reward.

Because Tony Stark, once upon a time, used to be a very, very bad boy. But now he’s turned it all around. (I’m. So. Sure.)

I am not like that, at all. I am an exotic rainforest: nurturing, patient, laid back and complex. I need to be tended. I think a lot and only act purposefully. I am a good girl. I’m usually the one gauging motivation through probing questions but he was peeling back my layers and actively building trust through our conversation. Under his disarming tactics, I ultimately (and very specifically) confessed to a spectrum of fantasies.

**Initiate touch**

As night’s cover shielded us our talk became more intimate, and I swear our body language reflected a mating dance. I moved my seat around the table to sit with my back to the street instead of across from him. He moved his seat to sit immediately at my side. Our knees touched, my hand brushed his arm. He rested his arm around my chair and then my shoulders. I lay my head on that perfect spot between a guy’s neck and pecs, my long dark hair trailing over his bare arm. He lowered his arm around my waist. This guy? He knew cues.

I snuggled in, feeling his beard bristle pleasantly against my cheek. He cautiously slid his hand from my waist to my thigh, repeatedly tracing my curves while pulling me closer. “You’re not wearing anything under here!” he laughingly growled with delight, smiling broadly.

We kissed and he deliberately slid one hand under my skirt, covering his salacious exploration with my dress flutter. The other hand cleverly slipped beneath my top, expertly massaging my perky tits. His touch skimmed over and in between my thighs, confidently making his way towards my puss while he rested his face against my cheek. He slowly drew his fingers over my swollen drenched pussy lips, teasing my throbbing clit with his touch, sharply pinching my nipple at the same time.

I helplessly moaned out loud and he nuzzled my face, shifting his hold to bury one hand in my thick hair and quickly squeeze my abundant ass cheek with the other, gliding out from beneath my skirt. He licked my cream from his fingers, holding me close, and whispered in my ear, “I don’t wear anything either. Look at what you do to me.”

I was happy to look down, but he tilted my head in his firm grip anyway, eliciting a fluid submissive movement that I felt in my core. I relaxed into his hold and he clung to my nape, his fingers tangled in my hair like a bind.

“ ^oh “ was pretty much all I could eloquently gasp, my eyes dropping to the huge bulge straining invitingly through his pants. His dick was such a nice size; it was a Goldilocks cock, not too big, not too long. Thick. Just right.

Between the tormenting tease to my clit, his dominant grip and the sight of a hard cock, my mind went blank. My throat clenched and I gulped, salivating. My pussy twitched like a little fuckhungry mouth. I could feel wetness slick on my inner thighs. I’d been reduced to a quivering, dripping, wanton mess. Sploosh. Ugh.

“You can touch it if you want,” he continued, bringing my head up to meet his gaze. “You don’t have to, but if you want,” his eyes searched my face noting my stark arousal.

“ ^yes “ I breathed, awash with raw desire. He released me and leaned back in his seat, the sudden absence of his body jarring me to adjust my hair and smooth my dress with nervous comforting gestures. I barely glanced around that his influence was intoxicating, his face crowding my attention. But his eyes were darting over our surroundings so I felt safe reaching, inching my way up his inner thigh.

I cupped his balls in my hand gently squeezing, testing their weight. I could imagine what they’d feel like slapping against my ass. I leaned in, stroking his hard shaft from base to head, getting a sense of his girth through the soft material. My skin flushed, my eyes closed so I could utterly focus on his rigid shape. In my curiosity I laid both hands on his crotch, stroking with studied intent. He would make me gag if he was rough. I’ll need to pace my breath to take his dick all the way down my throat. What will his face look like when I gaze up from my knees, working my mouth over this cock, completely committed to serving his pleasure? I licked my lips and swallowed.

He twitched his hips and I removed my hands before he’d finished the gesture, balling them up into tight little fists, clasping them against my aching lap. I pulled away and exhaled a long shuddering sigh, my eyes playful and smiling from the rush but a little dazed, struggling for composure. A small group of people walked by.

Right! We’re in public! As they passed he drew me into his tight embrace again laughing and offered, “You want to taste it, don’t you?”

**Initiate suck**

Words failing me, I nodded like a bobble head. I whined quietly in his ear, kissing his face and neck, twining my fingers through his hair. He adjusted his seat to allow me easier access, smoothly unzipping and reaching for his dick. His eyes were wide as he kissed me, scouring the sidewalk before us and behind me.

“Just for a second, ok?” he instructed, his voice husky. “Are you ready?” I nodded vigorously and whimpered against his chest. “Say it, baby,” he responded, tilting my chin up to meet his dark penetrating eyes.

The words tumbled out recklessly, my ragged voice thickly etched with pure desperation.

“Please let me suck your dick, just for one second? Please let me taste you, just a little bit, just a bit, just a second? Please, please, please, I want it so bad, I wannit, lemme please you, please…” Blushing and brazen, I begged for his dick in my mouth.

He smiled knowingly and gently caressed my cheek. “Good girl,” he permitted. “You can taste my dick for a second.”

I eagerly lowered my head into his lap and slid my mouth onto his erection, struggling to take as much as possible in the brief moment he allowed. His precum was salty sweet and tasted like heaven. Stretching my lips to the base, my throat reflexively closed around his cock. I gagged slightly and then concentrating, sighed, relaxing my throat around his thick dick. Suckling. I sucked his dick in perfect contentment.

I thought I heard grinding on gravel, but the sound blended with the ambient noise of cars driving past and my heart thudding in my ears. All I knew was his hard dick shoved deep in my mouth, filling it tight. For the moment, cocksucking was my whole word.

He moaned sharply behind tightly pressed lips and tugged my slurping head upright. He kissed me, putting away his delicious dick, licking my lips between kisses and I crumbled. “A guy on skateboard passed us and watched you. Did you like that?” he murmured.

I squeaked in surprise and pleasured humiliation. Flushing furiously and overcome with lust, I nodded. I still couldn’t trust my voice, but managed to whisper, “I’ve *never* done anything like that before.”

“It’s a nice first for both of us,” he replied. “We’re bonding.” He cupped my face in his hands, weighing my passionate reactions against his own mounting desire, wicked smiles belying our racing imaginations.

“We. Are going. To have. So much fun,” Tony Stark promised, punctuating each phrase with a kiss.

And, oh my god, guys. He was right.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8zcor2/fm_that_time_i_sucked_tony_starks_dick_at_the