[mf] How I fucked the undergrad on an international trip

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(Scroll past dashes below for just the sex. The beginning is a somewhat necessary intro).

I’ll just preface this by saying I know something is probably wrong with me for enjoying hate fucking, or at least fucking chicks I at one point hated. As you may know from my previous stories, I am a grad student right now, and as you don’t know, I just got back from a 2-week trip to Italy working on a research project. The research project consists of me, 4 chicks (1 married, 1 with a BF that was all over me, 1 lesbian, and 1 undergrad who this story is about – Rachel), and our project leader, a dude who is a complete tool that nobody liked.

When I first met Rachel, I hated her guts. She was so narcissistic, always talked a lot, and thought that she was the shit. Unfortunately for me, she was 20 and hot as fuck. After about 2 months of us hardly ever talking, it was finally time to go to Italy. She even sat right behind me on the plane, and we never said a fucking word to each other until about 2 days into the trip.

For some reason, we got a little separated from the group after we both needed to go to the bathroom somewhere, so as we walked to catch up, we started talking. Lo and behold, we actually had a lot in common. She liked to work out a lot, we liked the same music, we both liked to play the card game SLAP, and had some similar philosophies on life. We caught up with the group at a restaurant, and the only two chairs left at the table were right next to each-other, so we naturally sat next to each-other and continued talking for the rest of the meal. We even made plans to work out in the hotel together.

That night when we got back to the hotel, I told Rachel I was going to the hotel gym, threw on a tank and some shorts, and went down there. About 10 minutes later, she shows up in some yoga pants that accentuated her bubble butt and a blue tank. I am such a sucker for nice asses, and it was at this moment I knew I wanted to destroy her pussy. While we worked out at the gym, we bonded over our mutual hatred of our project leader. They say getting sweaty with somebody is a perfect date because of the pheromones released when working out, so it was not surprise that she made a comment right before she left that she ‘never knew I was so muscular under my suit’.

Sadly, nothing happened that night, or the next four days, since we were busy as balls during this trip, but finally we made plans to go to the gym again. Same thing happened – we worked out, talked, bonded over trash talking our project lead, etc., then headed back to our individual rooms. As I’m undressing to take a shower, I get a notification from WhatsApp that Rachel said her shower’s hot water wasn’t working, and asked whether she could use mine. I told her sure, that I would leave my hotel room door unlocked, and she could come in and wait for me to finish. While showering, I heard my door unlocked, and still a little horny from seeing her in a skimpy workout outfit, started to jack off while thinking about fucking her. While jacking off, she called through the bathroom asking whether I was done yet, so I decided to stop jacking off, finish the shower, towel up, and let her take one. While she took a shower, I threw on a pair of sweatpants without a shirt (tip I learned way back in the day: if a hot chick is at your place and you have any muscles at all, find an excuse to not wear a shirt), and got out my computer to start working on our project.

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About 20 minutes later and just as I’m finishing up, Rachel finishes her shower and comes out covered in just a towel. “Let’s see how good you are at SLAP”, she says.

“What’ll I get when I win?”, I ask.

“You can see what’s under my towel”, she said.

“And if you win?”

“I get to see what’s under your sweatpants”.

Seemed like a win-win to me, so whipped out a deck of cards on the floor. My years of playing SLAP as a kid paid off, and I owned her pretty easily.

“Best two out of three”, she said.

“Take the towel off first”, I told her. She obliged, and slowly revealed small perky tits, and an unshaved (but groomed) hairy pussy. “Alright, same rules. If you win, I’ll take off my sweatpants”.

“And if you win?”

“I’ll tell you when I win”, I told her, to keep the suspense up. Again, I owned her fairly easily.

“Ugh, what do you want?”, she asked.

“A kiss”, I told her, beckoning her over with one finger. Jesus Christ, if this worked, then I didn’t give a fuck about the bullshit I had to put up with on this dumb project. Banging Rachel would seriously make all of this worth it and more.

Rachel crawled over to me to my satisfaction, and gently brushed her lips up my chin and to my lips, her lips pressing into mine slowly at first, then pressing hard, then I finished the kiss by sucking her bottom lip.

“I just made you come with one finger”, I told her. “Imagine what I could do with 10.”

She pressed her lips to mine again, put one hand on my chest, and slid her other hand down my stomach, under my sweatpants, to my throbbing cock. As she gently stroked my cock, I slid my sweatpants off to the floor, springing my cock free. She continued stroking me as I picked her up, squeezing her ass cheeks in each hand, my hands geared towards the insides of her thighs so I could feel whether she was wet yet. I could feel her thighs dripping, so knew how badly she wanted me inside her. I placed her face up on the bed, grabbed the back of her hair with my left hand, and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy, using the two-finger “come here” motion to slowly build her up. I leaned over to her ear and asked, “Do you like that?”

“Mmm, shut up and fuck me.”

That’s all I need. I slid my fingers out and slid my cock in to a loud moan from her, so loud I thought the neighbouring hotel room must have heard it, but there was no time to think about that when she started screaming louder and louder “uhhh fuck me! God! Yes!” over and over while I pounded into her repeatedly, feeling my balls slap against her wet thighs, then I was totally enraged like a wild animal, shoving my face into her face, my face into her left tit, my face into her right tit, sucking, licking, biting her all over, eating her up, the simple act of me fucking her pussy turning into the idea in my mind of me fucking her whole being, faster, faster, harder, harder, Rachel screaming my name, Rachel screaming “fuck me”, Rachel screaming “harder”, Rachel screaming “don’t fucking stop”, Rachel screaming “call me a fucking whore”, me calling Rachel a whore, me calling her a slut, me telling her I was going to blast my load into her cunt, her wrapping her legs around my waist like I was a slave to her gorgeous cunt, me bringing a hand up to her throat, me constricting the side of her throat with one hand, grabbing her breast with the other hand, my balls slapping her ass with a loud “WACK, WACK, WACK, WACK” sound, me feeling on the brink of cumming, me telling her I’m about to come, her saying “FUCKING COME INSIDE ME. FILL ME PLEEEEASE”, me blasting ropes and ropes and ropes of warm cum inside her warm cunt, my body suddenly igniting into that reassuring warmth and numbness I get when I come, her body shuttering underneath me, her shaking, me falling on top of her, her pussy pulsing, feeling her tiny warm used body underneath me, falling asleep next to her…

I woke two hours later to an empty hotel room, and a folded-up note on the nightstand that read “You’re better than I imagined. Round 2 tomorrow? -R”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9r5188/mf_how_i_fucked_the_undergrad_on_an_international