[TM] Sex with a “Straight” Guy

Cris is straight as fuck. At least that’s what he claims. A big, buff Mexican guy with a Texas accent, a big ass truck, a NRA membership, and a “Make America Great Again” hat. His arms are large. His IQ is far from it. He’s a typical meathead who works for an hourly wage and complains about “the gays” and the “illegals.” But he can’t keep his eyes off me.

He has been hitting on me for months. Always telling me how good I look. How he likes Asians. How he likes the sexy way I dress. How he wants to “get to know me.”

Obviously, he’s not my type. I’ve told him that. Deep down he knows that. But it hasn’t stopped him from hitting on me. So on Saturday I gave in. I didn’t go on a date with him. Instead I sucked his big cock in the parking lot of the coffee shop where we always see one another.

I thought maybe that would get him over his little kink. He’d sampled the good and he would move on. And it was fun for me, too. But the next day he was waiting for me like a fucking stalker. I probably should have been concerned, but it was flattering. Like a puppy dog waiting patiently for its master. It made me want to give him a treat.

Of course I had to play it cool. I sat down at my normal table with my normal order. He came over and started flirting. Just like always. But he was more aggresive now. Having your cock in someone’s mouth can make you comfortable in that way.

I was dressed a little naughty. Lately I’d been toning it down to discourage him, but I never expected him to come back. Sunday morning I’d put on Mary Jane’s, thigh high stockings, a red pleated skirt, and a white button down blouse with a lacy red bra beneath. My long, dark hair was in pig tails.

Cris sat close and put his hand on my knee. I couldn’t help but get a little turned on.

“Yesterday was fun,” he kept saying.

I kept nodding and agreeing. But also trying to persuade him it was a one time thing. But he kept sliding his hant up my thigh to the bare flesh above my stockings. And I didn’t stop him. I was getting so excited that my cock was starting to stretch my black satin panties.

“I want you. More than head,” he said.

“How much more?” I finally asked.

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he responded. “Whatever you want. Anything.”

How can you pass up on offer like that?

Minutes later we were in his truck and heading to a nearby motel. I wasn’t ready to go to his place or let him know where I lived. It made me giggle seeing his dumb MAGA hat on the dash and knowing he was about to take my load.

He got the room at a hotel off I-35. I’m sure the clerk noted we didn’t have any luggage. We kissed a little in the elevator. I rubbed him through his jeans. But it was a short ride to the fifth floor room.

As soon as we were in he took me a strong embrace and slid his tongue between my lips. I kissed back and kept rubbing that big cock through his jeans. He tried to guide me to the bed, but I’m quick and strong. Twelve years of martial arts training has made sure of that. I spun away and twisted his arm behind his back.

“I thought I was in charge?” I finally said.

He nodded and asked what I wanted. I told him to get on the bed.

He sat on the edge and I leaned over in front of him. I flipped my skirt up and showed off my tight Asian ass in my silky little panties. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

“Don’t touch it yet,” I told him.

He just nodded.

I faced him and lifted my skirt again. He licked his lips looking at my panty bulge. He as nervous and excited.

“When is the last time you sucked a cock?” I asked him.

“Never,” he said too quickly.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, not in a long time,” he stammered. “I was in a frat before I flunked out of college. Me and a couple of guys. We did things.”

I told him to lay back on the bed. I straddled his face and slid my panties down around my thighs. I leaned forward and took his big cock in my hand. And I slid my cock in his mouth.

He was clumsy at first. He couldn’t get a rhythm. And I got impatient. I started fucking his pretty face while I bobbed my head on his cock.

He got the hang of it. He started licking and sucking my cock like a natural while I stroked and licked his. It didn’t last very long. I pumped my hips faster and faster until I blew a hot load in his mouth. And then jerked his wet cock with my hand until he exploded everywhere. He kept thanking me after.

It was less awkward than the day before when I’d blown him in his truck. But we still didn’t talk much. I got my panties up pretty quick, we caught our breath, and then I left. He was still on his back in bed with his dick out and the taste of my cum in his mouth.

**The story of the coffee shop BJ linked below. Let me know of you enjoy it!**

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/98z7s5/tm_sex_with_a_straight_guy

24 comments on “[TM] Sex with a “Straight” Guy

  1. >He has been hitting on me for months. Always telling me how good I look. How he likes Asians. How he likes the sexy way I dress. How he wants to “get to know me.”

    So…just wanted to mention that you look great, I like Asians, and I like how sexy you dress.

  2. >”Well, not in a long time,” he stammered. “I was in a frat before I flunked out of college. Me and a couple of guys. We did things.”

    I audibly said “HA” when I read that, loved this history.

  3. this was a great read, especially immediately after reading of your first encounter and all the dumb shit ppl gave you on that!

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