That time I fucked four dudes in one day [FM] [LONG]

Technically, that title could have a few more Ms, but it was really only one at a time. I know that this is pretty damn slutty, not for everyone, so please enjoy only if you enjoy questionable morals!

Even with a proper stable of partners, which I’m fortunate enough to have, a girl like me can still have dry spells. I’m in the middle of a particularly length and depressing one now, so I’m reliving past fun in order to keep from losing my mind (and wearing out yet another vibrator). This is the story of my sluttiest day, to date.

I met D here, on Reddit- he’d responded to a post I made, and even though he wasn’t an exact match, he had this confident-bordering-on-arrogant banter that is almost guaranteed get my attention right away. I’m a sucker for intelligent men, with extra bonus points for older and successful, high-powered types. And if those intelligent men are interested in intelligent, mouthy women like me, well. Even I get lucky sometimes.

We’d been chatting up a storm for several days, when he mentioned he’d be stopping in my town on a layover. Several hours. Would I like to have lunch? I would. We went back and forth a bit about the form of this lunch- how could we make the most of our time together?

I can’t remember which one of us suggested a little picnic in a hotel room, but that quickly became the plan. I had a play date with another partner scheduled for that evening, so I had already decided to “work remotely” that day. And hotels will take your money to rent a room for a few hours during the day, so …two dates in one day, lucky me!

I got to the hotel as early as I could- after making myself as enticing-looking as possible, of course, showered and shaved and straightened my hair. He asked me to not wear panties, and said he’d go commando as well, in solidarity. He was eager to meet me, and I’d been distracted by his words for days.

I can’t remember the last time I was so nervous for a blind date, honestly. Maybe it’s because I was supremely intimidated, or because I’d never met someone for the first time in a hotel room.

He landed early. I rushed down to the elevator to meet him, hoping that I’d picked the right outfit and didn’t look as ridiculous as I felt. He was more handsome than his pictures had indicated, and I had a brief “oh shit” moment as I watched him look me up and down. But he met my eyes again and smirked, so we got into the elevator to go up to my room.

It was about as awkward as anyone could imagine, making small talk while trying to figure out what we’d do next, but thankfully the ride up was short.

We walked in, he dropped his bag on the floor, and about five seconds later there were hands in my hair and a very talented mouth working at devouring mine. He’s a marvelous kisser- seriously, I am ridiculously picky about kissing chemistry, and he hit all the marks in about a minute. Five stars. 11/10.

Nobody will believe me when I say that I honestly didn’t intend to fuck him that afternoon, because … well, it sounds silly even to me. But I didn’t- I thought maybe some fooling around, maybe oral if we had a lot of chemistry. That was the plan. The plan went out the very large outside-facing window as soon as his fingers hiked my skirt up and slid into my body, and was completely abandoned as soon as I unzipped his jeans and wrapped my hand around his cock.

Do not get me wrong- I really like dicks, especially when I like the men they’re attached to, but there is a LOT of similarity among them. And sometimes there is something SO different, that I can’t NOT take it for a test ride. D’s was girth- I knew as soon as I was on my knees in front of that window with my mouth full, that I wanted him to fuck me (assuming he was game for it, of course). I told him as much, probably before I started my tongue exploration, and fortunately for me he was more than agreeable to the change in plan. After I stayed down on my knees for a bit, in front of the window, just in case anyone chose to look our way.

It wasn’t the first time I’d fucked someone on a first date, but it was the first time I’d fucked someone within the first … thirty minutes of meeting them, and still the only time I’ve been alone in a hotel room with someone who’s name I didn’t know.

Worth it. Girth is where it’s at.

We did eventually eat some of the lunch and have a slightly less awkward conversation about work before I asked him for another orgasm, and he threw me down on the bed and reminded me why I was suddenly so interested in thick. I’m still not used to dudes going multiple rounds in such quick succession, it’s really such a lovely skill.

We were probably together for 90 minutes, total, before I walked him back to the terminal, and left him with a brief, chaste kiss as he said “It was nice to meet you”.

Back in my hotel room, I took a work call- still no panties- and then a quick shower. I’d texted my friend J that morning to ensure I had a backup safety call, and he’d somehow managed to leave work early and was left with a free afternoon.

He and I had hooked up a few times before, but both of our life circumstances make scheduling time together incredibly difficult. But- he was free, I was free, and I had this hotel room with a big bed, all alone.

It only took him twenty minutes to drive the thirty miles to me. I was waiting right outside the door when he arrived- still no panties- and he all but shoved me through the door and onto my back on the bed.

J eats pussy like he’s starving, sloppy and rough and exactly the right amount of pressure without any teasing, and we’d hooked up previously enough that he knew just how to get me off within about a minute. After I’d stopped screaming, I apologized for tasting like latex, and he laughed.

“Am I number two today, or number three?”

He made me come three more times in quick succession, until I was over sensitive and begging him to stop. He laid down next to me, and I decided to repay the orgasm favor- his cock is fairly thick, but short enough that I don’t even gag when he’s in my mouth. He whimpered, then begged me to fuck him- poor dude hadn’t had any kind of sex in months. I grabbed a condom and rode him for a few minutes until he came so hard his eyes crossed.

My hotel time was almost up, so I checked out and left, ignoring the disapproving glances from the staff (I’d checked in alone, met a dude in the lobby, and was now leaving with a different man). Kissed J goodbye in the parking garage, and went home to get ready for my date.

M has been my partner for several years, and we have a tremendous connection- not romantic, decidedly sexual, and very kinky. He’s the first man I’ve ever felt truly comfortable submitting to, and he indulges my masochist side in the best, most sadistic and devious way.

He knew I was planning to meet D, and that my plan was to NOT fuck him. And the second M walked in my door, he KNEW that I’d gone off-script. Not that it was a problem, of course, but it was not what I’d told him, and so my slutty ass was going to have to take the punishment he decided was appropriate.

I’m sure he wanted me to get nervous when he took off his belt, but he enjoyed my cries of pain while he asked me about exactly what I’d done- nonchalant, of course. Anytime he thought I might be lying, or not giving him enough detail, he’d hit me harder, and remind me that good sluts don’t lie.

After my ass was sufficiently black and blue, he rolled me over and shoved his cock down my throat- the third cock I’d had in my mouth that day. It wasn’t enough stimulation for him, though, and he quickly rolled on a condom and grabbed more lube- he’s never really gentle with anal, but something about the length and curve of his cock makes my toes curl every time he thrusts. He wasn’t just content to beat me bruised and fuck my ass, though, he insisted on coming all over my cleavage, and just a little bit on my face.

Another shower for me (carefully avoiding the belt-induced welts), and my live-in partner came home. I told him I’d been busy, and he laughed. I’m the luckiest girl in the world to have him- he has partners of his own, of course, but he loves my silly, slutty self. As we cuddled in bed, I told him the story of how my day had gone, and I could feel him getting harder as I gave more detail. He remarked that three dudes in one day was a lot of work, but maybe I could do one more?

With him, it’s almost effortless, so he just slid into me and moved a hand down to rub my clit in little circles. It never takes long, unless we try to draw it out, but his favorite thing is being the last dude I fuck, so it wound up being a very satisfying quickie.

So, that’s my luckiest, most indulgent day- I doubt I’ll ever have occasion to do anything like this anytime soon (time, willing partners), but fuck if it wasn’t fun!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a29uy2/that_time_i_fucked_four_dudes_in_one_day_fm_long

8 comments on “That time I fucked four dudes in one day [FM] [LONG]

  1. Fuck yeah, loved jerking while reading about your slutty day. Id like to be like your live in partner as well and have you at the end of the day. Id be so tunred on hearing this story as you ride my cock.

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