[F]irst Ti[m]e Post Boyfriend

I think I’m a pretty average, British girl. I work during the week then get dolled up and go out clubbing at the weekend. One thing I think sets me apart is that I like sex, a lot. When I talk to friends about it, they just do not seem to have as much of a drive as I do.

The other thing I have gotten into recently is writing. I was OK at English at school, but nothing outstanding. But my job involves a lot of editing of documents and so I have really brushed up on my skills in the last few years.

I thought I’d use this outlet to combine my two loves, maybe become the next JK… er… Boning?

A bit about me first. I’m from London, UK, have long brown hair and my best asset is definitely my… assets. I carry a few extra pounds which helps to fill them out. This means my stomach isn’t exactly flat, but there you go.

When I go on a night out I like to dress up and let them breathe a bit. Most men are pretty boobsessed and I quite like the attention, well until I don’t. It can be flattering and stimulating, and the free drinks are always good.

This is the story of the first guy I fucked after splitting up with my last long-term boyfriend. We had been going out for a few years and he cheated on me, likely several times but I only definitely knew of one specific occasion. So, this is sort of the start of my sexual liberation/adventures after a serious relationship.

It was just another night out with the girls, but I was pretty gagging for it after a couple of months of no sex. We tend to get dressed up (pretty sluttily, tbh) for such occasions and I also like going out without a bra. It makes me feel even naughtier and my tits are still perky enough for it. This night I was wearing a red dress that had two, ruffle-y pieces of material to cover my boobs secured at a halter neck. The two pieces created an opening showing a hint of cleavage. The coverage was pretty good but there is that thrill that I could just pop out at any moment. The material gently rubbing against my nipples whenever I moved too.

We headed out to the club as a group, after taking the obligatory multiple, pouting selfies. We can generate a fair amount of attention from the horny guys that populate night clubs. A f fiend and I found ourselves isolated from the main herd and two chances took the opportunity to approach us. The thinner, more talkative one took a shining to my friend and proceeded to spin up some of the lamest chat ever. This left me in a dogfight with his wingman.

I was OK with this though, he was pretty hot and in great shape. Like a typical gym bunny, maybe even more muscular than usual. He was wearing a super tight shirt and super tight ripped jeans. The standard issue uniform of the chavy, ripped fuck boy.

I can’t remember what bullshit he was talking to me but his size and the way he kept putting his massive arms around me was enticing. I was just thinking about how he could hold me down against my will and have his way with me.

A short time later, we found ourselves getting off in a dark corner of the club. He pushed my dress over the outside of breast to expose one of my nipples. I just hoped his bulk prevented anyone else seeing it, but it was so hot and got me super wet that I let it slide. He started to move his mouth down to suck on my exposed nipple, but I drew the line at that in a nightclub.

He took my hand and led me out of the club. I obeyed because, by this time, I wanted his cock inside me. We got in a taxi back to his, with him again trying to get at my tits but I fended him off.

We got back inside his flat and went straight to his room. He pulled my dress apart, exposing my nipples, telling me he’d wanted to do that all evening. He started fondling and sucking on my tits and it felt amazing. I had wanted this all night too.

He took his shirt off and semi flexed me, trying to be subtle about it. He was in really good shape though, super smooth body (of course) and only had a couple of small tattoos (surprisingly). He was soon undoing his jeans and getting his cock out and stroking it. I sat on his bed and took it in my mouth. It was not that big, maybe a touch over 5 inches, so fairly manageable. He seemed to enjoy me sucking on it though and started having my head and thrusting in my mouth. I took it for a long as I could before gasping for breath.

He started trying to take my dress off, but I told him to fuck me in it. I reached up the skirt and pulled my knickers off and hung them on his erect penis. He lifted my legs up, forcing me onto my back and put his sick inside me whilst he stood next to the bed. He started fucking me hard, just the way I imagined he would from looking at his build.

He did not last that long and came inside me (inside a condom). He was a bit embarrassed about it but he gave me a good seeing to whilst it lasted.

He got a second go at it in the morning and performed better (we fucked a few more times after this and gradually improved on each occasion). He put me on all fours on his bed, got on his knees and started ploughing my pussy. He grabbed the join between my hips and pelvis to give his thrusts extra purchase. I love getting fucked hard from behind and this was one of the roughest fucks I’d ever had.

After a few minutes he flipped me on my back and came all over my tits (and some on my face). I didn’t cum either time, but it was still fun to have sex with someone new and we had a few more adventures together.

Hope you enjoyed that

x

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a3eyci/first_time_post_boyfriend