[MF] And then she told me what she does for a living

Your first real trip away from home as an adult is always interesting. I was going to texas and while that isn’t terribly far, I had never been this far from home on my own (albeit with friends). The plan was simple. We were going to visit a friend that had moved there recently. We’d hang out, play games and goof off.

Fate had a different plan. Some issues with his place meant that we’d have to find hotel rooms on short notice and would likely be there the remainder of the trip. This was fine as we could still hang when he wasn’t putting out fires. So we check into a middle of the bunch hotel each with our own separate rooms.

As I’m walking toward my room I see a girl. She’s got short blonde hair that ends just above her shoulders and when I tell ya’ll she was the definition of thick.. webster’s had flown in to take picture examples for the dictionary.

She was wearing a button down plaid shirt but you could still kind of make out that her waistline was fairly slender. She’s got cut off shorts that are struggling and failing to contain her lush ass. The bottom of her cheeks are dangling like apples hanging delicately from a tree branch. Her thighs look like they are exploding out of these shorts. Just gasping for breathe. When she walks everything moves like a machine. Her ass falls and her thighs shake. It’s almost hypnotic. Finally she turns to get into her room and her face is like a dove. Pristine blue eyes, full baby doll cheeks and plump lips that look fall of the bone tender. We exhange quick glances of acknowledgment and she goes in.

Now I was in the habit of working out in the morning so I’d leave about the same time every day and cross paths with her. It looked like she worked out earlier than me. She’d usually have on a too small sports bra under a top. Her tits made it seem like the seams would split any moment and remember how thick she was? Imagine that in yoga pants.. tight ass yoga pants… they made it look like her pussy was ravenous and pulling the pants deep into her to sate its hunger.

After a few days of exchanging polite good mornings, glances and smiles of acknowledgment. Her outfit this day finally cracks me. Small white sports bra, an exposed belly and grey yoga pants that look painted on her thighs. We smile like usual but instead of good morning I say, ” if we’re gonna keep running into each other like this, you might as well tell me your name.”

She appears a bit taken aback but smiles and obliges me. We chat a bit and she tells me she’s in town visiting family and thinking about moving back to take classes. I make a risky comment about her outfit and she seems to dig it and before we go our ways I tell her my room number if she wants to continue talking and hang out later. She confirms it’s the one like four doors down. And we part ways.

Later that evening, i’m back in my room. A bit tipsy and ready to turn in when I hear a knock. It’s the girl. She has beers in her hand and it wearing a button up similar to first one I saw but has a white tank top under it and lounge shorts. Those nipples are on full display. The shorts are so loose they look like they could fall off. I invite her in and we talk for a while and flirt a bit. She says she’s getting hot and takes off the button up. Somehow her tits look bigger, as if this freedom has given them a new confidence. The strap from the tank is holding onto her shoulder for life and she isn’t doing nary a thing to save it. She leans back against the couch. Those nipples are standing in position and i can’t help but stare. Lord of all, my monster is brewing. She sees me and asks if i’m enjoying the view.

Maybe it’s drunken confidence but I tell her that her tits are about to fall out. She asks why don’t I help. I walk over and kick the strap to it’s death and the other strap off as well. I pull the tank down just enough for her tits to flop out. Her nipples look like bubble gum. I slide my hand under her left tit cupping it not really squeezing but letting it rest there. (I have this thing about feeling the weight of big tits in my hands). I suck on the right and she tits her head back and lets out a gasp. I’m sucking on the full tit and squeezing it as if i’m trying pull out every drop of life nectar. Im ravenous switching between sucking on her tits and stroking her neck and ear with my tongue. I can feel her hips quivering below me.

I sit on the couch and almost automatic her thigh goes over me so that she’s straddling me. I dont think I told yall about these thighs. Remember how they were struggling to explode out of her shorts? They are free in these lounge shorts. Her thighs melt over me like warm butter and I can feel the warmth emanating from her pussy. Fuck. She’s grinding into me and the shorts are beginning to look like a damp tattered rag glued to her hips. She isnt wearing panties. Lord of all, what have i done to deserve this?? Who have I forsaken??

I’m dying and the beast in me is almost fully realized. I stand up and her hips are suction cupped to my waist. If i wanted to run I couldn’t. Her tongue is in my mouth practically taking roll call on my teeth. I drop her on the bed and the room shakes. She’s panting and squirming to get her shorts off and I help. The crotch is soaked. This girl is a freak. I throw the rag and floor and with me saying a word she spreads her legs like she’s trying to invite me in for a hug.

I drop my pants and my dick shoots out like “I heard the call and I’m here to serve”. I want to dive in but i’m just looking at her. This is and honestly beautiful woman. And she almost whimpers “daddy, please”. Now.. I had never been called daddy at this point in my life. People have said i’m like a dad but I’ve been called daddy sexually. I always thought it was gross but for some reason this set me off. I pull her by the hips and her feet are resting against me. I press my thumb against those marshmellow lips and examine them before I dip my thumb in her mouth. She starts to suck. I pull it out and press it frimly against her bubble gum clit and being stroking it. Her body shakes. And between gasps and moans she’s almost whispering “please, daddy. Pleease”. I’m not even myself anymore.

I dip the tip of my dick into her open pussy and feel her thighs rock and quiver. She whines. I’m pressing my raw dick into this girl I’ve just recently met and I looking through her. Her pussy is hungry. It latches onto my dick sucking it in further and further until the bottom of her ass cheeks is resting against my balls. This thing is gushy. I’m just standing there feeling the universe envelop me in tender warm care.

She’s still shaking and I begin to stroke. I’m about to take my time with her. Deep, long waterfall strokes ensued. My dick is slick with wetness and she’s gripping her tits doing the work for me still, whimpering “daddy, please” every so often between gasps. I start fucking her watching her tits bounce in little hypnotic circles. That’s one way to know the stroke is righteous. I’m thrusting hard now. Her legs and convulsing like a dog trapped in a burlap sack. She’s panting like one too. Her pussy bear hugs me and she lets out a sharp whimper arching back and collapsing on the bed. Limp. I’m still fucking.

I flip her limp body over and take her from behind pulling her head up by her hair and wrapping my other hand around her throat. She’s letting out gurgling gasps and moans now. Her pussy just clamping down on my dick which is syrupy with her cum. The room sounds like someone is squeezing yogurt through a tight tube. She’s that wet. She blows on my dick again and starts to convulse like she’s been punched in the gut. I let her head fall the bed and drive my engine as far as it’ll go before letting my cum dump out into her snatch. I rest there (i swear letting your limp dick rest inside a pussy after you cum is an unholy good feeling). I pull out slow and lay next to her. We talk for a bit and it’s a bit more personal now. She asks if she can tell me something and i’m hesitantly waiting for her to tell me she has AIDS, a husband on the way or she used to be man (which is fine but would be surprising still).

She tells me that she kind of sort works in porn. I start laughing because there’s no way she isnt lying right? What does kinda sort of mean?? She grabs her phone (seeing her ass and thighs erupt in waves of jiggles and shakes as she got off the bed started getting me hard again). She goes to some porn imbd like website and shows me a video cover with her on it.. and a different name. She had shot a couple of scenes but didn’t make as much money as she thought she might and was considering a move back home and school as a result. I was surprised but it was cool. Eventually she was playing with my dick again and had it in her mouth. The next few hours could have been on video lol. To this day, none of my friends believe me.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9cxcbn/mf_and_then_she_told_me_what_she_does_for_a_living