[FM] My first face fuck left bruised and battered

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Let me preface this by saying I have a serious kink for being forced, which in all honesty was the only thing that makes this a memory that still turns me on, despite not really being attracted to the guy after the fact.

If you’ve read my other stories, I’ve already mentioned I go through long, self-imposed dry spells until my natural horniness builds up resulting in me turning into a cock hungry savage. The dry spell preceding this occurrence was shorter than some of my others, but the level at which I needed cock was at an all-time high.

I helped a really close friend at work (guy – we’ll call him O) to start dating a really hot new girl at my work who eventually became my best friend (she’ll be E). I mention this because we were all so close that we spoke very openly about our sex lives, and she was never bothered by it because she respected the fact that he and I were friends before they were bf/gf, so it wasn’t a big deal that he knew my business too.

So we’re sitting at work one day having a conversation about how my hormones are getting so out of control that all day, every day I am imagining myself fucking the shit out of or blowing any guy I see that is even remotely attractive. Both of course say, “Then go fuck somebody already.” But of course a bitch is picky.

“I want to fuck but I don’t want to fuck a douchebag.” Yes, of course douchebags are the easiest to fuck, all you have to do is offer and there’s really no danger of them having an unwanted attachment, but I just really hate douchebags. I feel like they don’t deserve free and easy pussy ? If you’re living that douchebag life, you gotta work for the pussy. Anyway, I digress.

So, after making this declaration, E turns to O and says, “I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you pick your least douchiest friend who’s DTF, tell him it’s a for sure thing as long as he manages not to act like a douche and we’ll all go on a double date so M(e) feels like less of a slut and they won’t be awkward around each other.”

He looked at me to find no rejection of the proposed solution whatsoever. I just add, “if he doesn’t look like a complete troll, that’s even better.”

Mission accepted.

Fast forward three weeks and all four of us (including the friend) go to a comedy show, have some laughs and a decent amount of drinks and the plan is now to go back to O’s house to “keep drinking” which we all know is actually a fuck fest. We carpooled together from O’s house, so O is driving, E is next to him and F(riend) is in the backseat with me.

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The music is pretty loud in the car so none of us are really talking, but I see E scoot over to be right next to O and start kissing on his ear and neck. At this point I’m pretty sure she’s trying to give him a sneaky handjob in the front seat. This turns me on and I look at F to see if he noticed too. He did.

He is decent looking, so it wasn’t hard to start to get wet. We scoot closer to each other in the back seat and start making out, our hands starting to explore each other outside of our clothes and I start to look forward to fucking him once we get to the house – or so I thought, me thinking all of this is just pregame. I’m rubbing his hardon through his pants and he seems to be about average which I’m really happy with. I’ve gotten off on much less, but with guys I’ve had feelings for. For it just to be a fuck, I needed him to be at least average to get me really turned on.

He suddenly reaches into my blouse and into my bra, almost like a desperate high school virgin feeling up a girl for the first time would, and starts pinching and twisting my nipples. The abruptness of his movements catch me off guard for a grown man, but I fucking love having my nipples played with so I don’t think too long on it. I let out a little moan into his mouth that I don’t think he can hear over the music, but he might have felt the vibration on his lips and tongue. This seemed to set him off.

He, again in very desperate, rapid movements, unzips his pants and pulls them down just enough to get his dick out of the front opening of his boxers, proceeding to grab my hand and wrap it around his cock with his hand still over mine, making me stroke him up and down like he’s afraid I am going to pull my hand away if he doesn’t force me to do it. This again reminds me of high school experiences but I kind of like it.

Since he didn’t want me to remove my hand, I just spit onto the head of his dick, trying to lube him up and make it feel a little nicer. I lift my head back up to start kissing him again, but he has it tilted back with his eyes closed and he’s mouthing something I can’t hear over the music. I got closer, “what?”

He lifts up his head, looking me dead in the eye, filled with the same desperation he had maneuvered with this entire interaction and said louder, “suck it please. I need you to suck it now.” He didn’t even wait for a response. Using his free hand he grabs the hair at the back of my head and shoves me down towards his cock. This move alone turned me on more than anything else he has done. He was going to fulfill his need whether I liked it or not and that thought sent me from 30% to 100% fully turned on. I gladly opened my mouth to receive his cock, knowing I could handle his size, no problem. I was about to lift my hand again to help stroke him along with my mouth but it was too late for that. He was now using two hands to shove me head all the way into his crotch making me slam my nose repeatedly into him and making me gag at first because I wasn’t ready for it. I am not one of those lucky girls that doesn’t have a gag reflex but I’ve trained myself to ignore it to improve my head game but I have to psychology prepare for it. He didn’t give me time to do that. I did try to muffle it though, afraid and O and E in the front seat would hear and turn around. They literally would only have to turn their heads slightly to get a full show of F jamming my head onto his cock.

It seemed like the gagging was another trigger for him because he was starting to become a little more aggressive in his movements. He was slamming my head down even harder now, making me feel the head of his dick a good inch or more into my throat (which I didn’t think was possible with his size) wiggling my head back and forth on it for several seconds before letting me up again. He was not giving a single fuck about my ability to breathe. I had to try to manage to catch breaths whenever I could. At this point he was dirty talking me, which also helped turn me on.

“Do you like that cock, bitch? Yeah, I can tell you fucking love it by how good you’re sucking it you dirty whore. Fuck yeah. Eat the dick good if you want it in your cunt.” He was starting to grab the back of my neck at the base of my skull and squeezing really fucking tightly with his fingers. “Loosen up your jaw bitch,” slapping me on my cheek once as if I didn’t know where my jaw was and then grabbing the back of my neck really hard again to jam me down and rub his cock around in my throat. I could not put any skill into sucking this man’s cock with how rough he was being. All I could do was try to be as loose as possible to let him please himself with my head like it were a fuck toy. “Yeah like that. Ooh you fucking love it you fucking whore, don’t you?”

Yes, I thought to myself. Just when I thought he couldn’t take it up notch he did. “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah…” he started repeating, now using both of his hands, fingers laced, behind my head to jam it down with all the force he could muster, while simultaneously using hip thrusts from below to slam his cock into my throat from below. I was gagging again, but that didn’t worry me. What worried me was that he was moving so feverishly and with such force that I was seriously afraid I was going to hurt him with my teeth and he wouldn’t even notice until afterwards because he was so turned on. All I could do to try to mitigate the situation was wrap my lips around my teeth (think-granny without her dentures) so that he was effectively stroking against my lips instead of my teeth. This was the only unpleasant part for me because I could feel my teeth biting down on my lips but there was nothing I could do about it because of how roughly and quickly he was face fucking me. I just had to wait until he finished. I had no intention of swallowing his cum but again, I really had no choice because his dick was so far down my throat when he came and again he held my head down when I tried to come off of it.

When he finally released me, my lips were pulsating from the pain. They would be swollen for the next three days. I also had a hard time speaking for a few days because my throat hurt so much. Between the two things I was able to blame my symptoms on illness at the office because they were very noticeable. A couple of days later O brought me a completely mangled earring he had found in the backseat. It was one of the long dangly earrings I had worn that night. “Aren’t you going to ask for explanations?” I asked.

“No, I already know what happened,” he said.

“Well, you guys were doing shit in the front seat too.”

“I know. Watching you guys in the rearview made it a lot more fun though,” he said with a wink before going back to work.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aoqm3w/fm_my_first_face_fuck_left_bruised_and_battered