Back on the Market [F] 21

Hi Reddit!

My name is Jen Millio, and, I’ll just say it, I really, REALLY enjoy sex. Now before you go thinking I’m some huge slut, let me remind you that almost everyone really enjoys sex, it’s just that most people aren’t willing to say it. In fact, I’m not much of a slut at all. I’ve only ever had sex with two guys. I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend the night of our graduation (poetic, I know), and I’ve slept with my now ex-boyfriend Dave. Dave and I had LOTS of sex, but it turns out that as often as we’d get it on, he was having sex a bit more often than I was. Hence the “ex” preceding boyfriend. But this story isn’t about him. This is about me, and honestly I don’t think he was even that good in the sack anyway. I don’t have much to compare him too, but let’s just say that despite all that sex I never once reached the finish line. Tragic. I know.

But the important thing is that now I’m a single woman, and that means sexual opportunities. I’m no longer the timid freshman I was, and I’m ready to spend the rest of my college career figuring out just how enjoyable having sex can be.

Protocol on this subreddit seems to be that I give a description of myself. I guess you all enjoy being able to really visualize while you read. I’m 21 years old as of July, and at the end of August I started my senior year of college at a large, west coast university. I’m about 5’5”, and as you may have been able to guess by the last name, I’m Italian. That means that I’ve got dark eyes, dark hair, and constantly tan skin, although living out west means lots of bikini time, so I like to think I’d be tan anyway.

Now for the part you’ve probably been waiting for. I work as a personal trainer, so we’ll start there regarding my body. I keep myself in great shape, and focus primarily on cardio exercises. I’m not a huge lifter, so my ass won’t pop quite as much as other girls, but I can promise you that what I lack from behind I certainly make up for from the front. I have big boobs. I have really big boobs. Like 30GG bra size big boobs. Big to the point where it ends up being a huge hassle and will probably look gross later in life. But right now I’m 21, they get me plenty of attention from men (shocking), and frankly they’re right to be interested because my tits perk up just right. So there you go. Now while you read about me getting fucked by (hopefully) every hot guy out West you can imagine my juicy tits bouncing with every thrust. You’re welcome.

So now for the story. Like I said earlier, it’s been about two weeks since things ended with Dave, and last night I decided I was done sulking. My friends had been trying to get me to go out to the bars with them since the break-up, and I was finally ready. It was time to get back on the market, which in college means hooking up relentlessly. Like I said earlier, that’s not something I have a ton of experience with, but getting a guys attention usually isn’t too big a challenge, so I felt good about my chances. Plus, honestly, I was craving dick. I went from having sex almost daily to absolutely nothing for two weeks, and I couldn’t take it any more. I needed to get fucked. So I decided to go out, and I was going out with one goal in mind: to get my tight, inexperienced pussy filled with a stranger’s (hopefully thick) cock.

I’ll fast forward. It’s 10:30pm, and Allison, Erin, and I (I’ll tell you more about Al and E later) were climbing into the back of an Uber already heavily buzzed off of rum and Coke. I was wearing a pencil skirt that stopped just above my knees, a sports bra (lame, i know, but I have to keep the girls in check), and a white tank top that didn’t extend down much past the sports bra. Underwear was suspiciously absent, despite being in a skirt.

We finally arrived at the bar about 20 minutes after getting into the car, because I was adamant about not hitting up any of our usual spots. I wanted a totally new crowd to work with, and that’s what I got. We walked inside, no cover charge for the ladies, and started doing our thing: drinking and dancing.

It felt great to be back out having a good time, and my friends must have been happy too, because the drinks were flowing. By the time midnight hit Allison had already left with someone and Erin was making out with some guy in one of the booths. Clearly they were both on their way to having the night I wanted. I had been flirting with a few guys, but still hadn’t found my catch. Plenty of free drinks had been purchased though, so I was feeling good and very, very horny. Time to get more aggressive.

I walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila.

“Why don’t you make it two?” said a deep voice from right behind me. Perhaps it was the beer goggles, but the man buying my drink was gorgeously handsome. Target: locked.

“And what are you hoping to get in return for being so generous?” I flirted.
“Good karma,” he said coolly.
“That’s all?”
“You sound disappointed.”
“What? No, I…”
“I’m actually on my way out,” he said as we both received our shot. “Just figured I’d finish my night with company”

This mystery man was supremely confident, which I found incredibly hot. Not a bit of flirting, and I was already wrapped around his finger. The crazy part was that it felt like he already knew that.

“I’m actually on my way out too,” I said as we took our shot. “My friends already bounced.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Want to share a ride home?” he asked in a tone that suggested he already knew my answer.
“Just for safety,” I said. “Don’t get any ideas.”

When we got into the Uber I suggested that we go to my apartment first, which (shockingly) nobody found objectionable despite being 20 min away. How was I going to get him up to my apartment? Should I be forward? Should I be coy? He had to be interested in me, right? All of these thoughts spun around a single idea in my head: His cock inside me.

He didn’t seem to be focused on me at all, though. He immediately made small-talk with the driver, which seemed strange considering I was right next to him, and I was almost offended until he silently put his hand on my knee and began moving it up my leg. He never broke conversation with the driver, keeping him well distracted as his rogue hand inched closer to my dripping pussy. He stopped, and I uncrossed my legs, which I hoped he would understand was permission to touch me.

If he was expecting panties, he didn’t find any. His hand landed on my bare, wet crotch, and his middle finger immediately started circling my clit. It was all I could do not to moan as he played with me, and I failed in that venture when his middle and ring fingers snuck into me. Thankfully it must have been quiet enough to go unnoticed.

We drove onward, with him talking to the driver effortlessly and me struggling to stay silent as he fingerfucked me in the back of the uber. Could the driver see? His fingers slid deep inside me. Did he know that I was melting with pleasure as he drove us to my apartment? His fingers slid out and over my clit. The thought that we could get caught at any second drove me wild. His fingers slid right back in.

We finally arrived at my apartment, and now it was my turn to take some action. I turned to him to invite him inside right as he said, “We’ll both get out here.” That confidence. Fuck.

“That was a pretty bold move, don’t you think?” I said as we got into the apartment. “No flirting at the bar. No small talk in the uber. Not even any names. And then you finger me?”
“We both know that’s why I’m here,” he said as he started taking his pants off. “If I start doing anything you don’t like then say so, but until that happens you’re mine. Now pull out those big tits and get on your knees.”

I had never met anyone so forward. I would have been offended had it not been true, but he was right. I was his.

We had just gotten into the apartment, and my back was to the door I had just closed and locked. He was in front of me, blocking my way and bearing down on me. I did as commanded and slowly removed my shirt and sports bra, letting my tits fall out in front of him before dropping to my knees, my face just centimeters from his hard cock. It was modestly sized, but it would certainly work, especially if he could use it as well as I guessed he could.

Before I could even grab it and start sucking his hands were on my head, guiding my mouth onto him. I opened wide and let him do the rest, gently but firmly thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. Any trepidation I had about fucking a stranger was gone. It was becoming clear that I wouldn’t have to do a damn thing. Everything would be done to me.

I moaned and grabbed his ass as he fucked my face, begging him for more. A mixture of saliva and precum slobbered onto my tits, which quickly turned into lube as he slid his dick between them. He squeezed them together and gripped them hard, titfucking me while I played with myself. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me for real.

“Get up. Let’s go to the bedroom,” he finally commanded.

I slid out of my skirt, leaving me completely naked as I walked towards the bedroom. But before I reached the bed his strong arms wrapped around me and again forcibly grabbed my tits.

One question: “Do you want me to fuck you?”
One answer: “YES” I almost shouted.

Then he really took over. There was no teasing. There didn’t need to be. In one motion he pushed me forward so that I was bent over the side of my bed, and in the same moment he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto his cock.

“FUCK! YES!” I shouted instinctively as my pussy stretched after being empty for weeks. “FUCK ME!”

He gripped me with both hands and pounded into me, fucking me hard and fast from the outset. His cock was still wet from my mouth and it combined with my dripping pussy juices to let him slide in and out easily. For the first time in my life I was fucking a stranger. For the first time I was getting FUCKED by a stranger. I was getting fucked hard. And I was loving every single thrust.

My face was buried in my arms on the bed, muffling my screams as I stood there taking his dick. I gripped the comforter hard and tried not to let my knees get too weak to stand. Fuck I’m getting hot just writing about it.

He pulled out and without saying a word forced me onto my back on the bed. Within seconds he was back inside me, sending my giant tits into motion as he fucked me. He stood in front of me at the side of the bed, and I watched him holding my waist and pounding into me, standing there with a sexy intensity as he watched my body react to him. I was nothing but a fuck doll to him, and I loved it.

His hands were on my waist, pulling me onto him at the same time he was thrusting into me. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and sent literal shockwaves through my boobs. My tiny hands desperately gripped his forearms as he held me, trying to take back any bit of control. But the control was his. I was his. It was obvious that what I wanted didn’t matter. He was going to do whatever he wanted to me, and me loving every fucking second was just a convenient byproduct. I was a moaning, screaming mess, completely powerless as he made me experience pleasure I didn’t know it was possible to feel.

Being able to see my beautiful tits must have been more than he could handle, because after a couple minutes I saw that intense stare start to turn into a grimace. I wanted more, I never wanted it to stop, but I knew my tight pussy was about to make him cum. Rather than slow down to keep things going, though, he just started fucking me faster and harder.

At the last second he pulled out, ripped off his condom, and sent a rocket of cum flying over me. The initial blast landed firmly on my face as he shook out the rest all over my tits and stomach. I laid there in shock, my pussy still throbbing and my whole body covered in a massive load of glaze.

He pulled me to the side of the bed and stuck his still hard, wet cock into my mouth, using me to clean him off. I sucked him off until could no longer taste the salty mixture of him and I, a taste I never thought I’d wish there was more of.

And then he left. Before I could collect myself enough to say a word he walked out of my room, walked out of my apartment, and walked out of my life, leaving me lying shocked and senseless covered in his cum.

I stayed lying there in a post-coital nirvana until I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning I was still naked and alone in my bed, with dried cum on my tits as the only reminder of my night and what had been done to me.

And that’s how I’m writing this story. Naked in bed, covered in dried cum. I’m starting to think that being single won’t be so bad, and I’m hoping to have many more stories to share with all of you.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9qfamm/back_on_the_market_f_21