The Wet Throat I [M] Had On Call for Two Years

I’m a 33 year old, normal, professional, fit, white guy who lives in NYC. I just happen to have a serious dominant, sadist streak and a filthy mind which is down for any taboo. See my post history for a sense of what I mean.

Here’s another story. I met a girl on Craigslist (RIP!). She had posted something vague, just looking for a quick fuck. She was in my neighborhood in Brooklyn, she responded, her picture looked decent. After some awkward conversation in my living room, I was slapping on a condom for a quick, forgettable fuck. She was pretty strange actually, but she had a nice bare pussy that felt good around my thick cock and left without lingering around too much.

Since I had her number, and I knew she lived nearby, I had an idea a few days later. My balls were full of cum and needed to be drained, so I texted her and said that I wanted to come over and get blown. If she never responded, no harm no foul. But she did.

“Sure.” Followed by the address.

I went over, got buzzed up, went over and sat on her couch. Pants around my ankles, her head bobbing up and down my cock, followed by a thick, stringy rope of cum across her forehead. I thanked her, and left.

But that’s where things get fun. I proceeded to do that again and again, maybe 50 times over the next few years.

I would text her the absolute basics. “I want your throat. You home?” “Want my cock sucked. 3 pm?” And, unless she wasn’t home, it was always, always a Yes.

I’d go into her apartment, we’d barely make small talk, and then I’d have my hand gripping her ponytail, thrusting my hips. I loved to fuck her face until her eyes teared and she was pushing herself off to get some air.

She was also the best, most eager rimmer I’ve ever had. I’d lift my legs up, or sometimes just bend over standing up, and let her work her tongue deep inside my ass. Like, an inch and half up my ass.

I’d blast a load down her throat, or on her face, and leave. Once and while I’d leave her a little cash, right there on her couch. That made it feel extra fucking nasty.

I never tried to please her, and she never asked for it. She never wanted me to buy her a drink or take her out. Just “sure”, “ok” “come over” and then she’d be on her knees, her mouth open.

A lot of girls talk a big game about being a worthless little wet hole for me, and I’ve had some fun ones, but this one really SHOWED it. Really proved it.

Eventually I moved further away in Brooklyn and it wasn’t as convenient. I just stopped texting. She outlived her use to me.

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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/agnsfw/the_wet_throat_i_m_had_on_call_for_two_years