Bad Ethics, Worse Blowjobs and a Happy Ending [MF]

Hey, it’s Mark*

You might know me from a previous story here. I’m back with a one-off story this time while I decide which larger story I’ll write about in the future. This one just felt perfect for Valentine’s Day. As per usual, all names and distinct features are altered to preserve anonymity. Also, dialogue did not actually take place in English, so I’m translating/paraphrasing.

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**Story:**

So one lonely Saturday night (about a month ago actually), I was pretty damn bored and decided I’d just go out and hit the club. It’s something I seldom do despite actually really enjoying it because it can get pretty boring alone and as mentioned before I don’t really have friends. This also means that most of my club experience comes from going with a girlfriend and as a result I absolutely suck at getting women on the dance floor. I’m much better when they’re at the sidelines or sitting at the bar because I can actually talk to them there. But I also really just enjoy dancing and would claim to be quite good at it, so I often just do that alone in the crowd and if I’m lucky, I might meet the rare specimen that goes up to men on their own accord (this differs from country to country, my home is rather conservative).

Anyway, I was mostly having fun and was just getting drunk and dancing around. I even got adopted into a group of dudes simply by sharing high-fives after having a dance-off. It was all in all pretty great and I had really needed to get out of the house. While I was sitting at the bar just cooling off a bit (and tanking fluids) and watching the dancers on the poles, a girl sat down close to me who looked positively miserable. She also seemed to be alone which was a bit odd given her red neon wristband.

The club in question here used neon wristbands to signal willingness to flirt; usually blue for single, green or yellow for unsure, red for taken and an extra pink one for homosexuals (I don’t know how bisexuals handle it).

There was no boyfriend in sight and no female friends either, so drunk (and good-natured obviously) as I was, I leaned over to her.

“Is everything okay? I don’t want to bother you but you look absolutely miserable. Where are your friends?”

She regarded me for a second and then shook her head.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you need help looking for them?”

“No, who cares.”

I sensed something bad had happened.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head.

“Do you want a drink?”

She hesitated.

“Honestly, why not”, she said and waved to the barkeeper.

With the ice broken, we got to talking. Her name was Maddy* and she was 19 which is honestly too young for my tastes and she still had braces which is an even bigger turn-off. She might’ve had great tits bulging out of her top but braces make everyone look like a child. But I wasn’t really looking for anything anyway and someone being young isn’t going to stop me from being at least nice to them.

However, some time and a few drinks later and we were both pretty plastered (at that time I just assumed she was a lightweight). By then, she had started to rant about her boyfriend apparently being a massive asshole and how they had a huge fight earlier before I met her. He had stormed off and notably still hadn’t come back. I could’ve pried what exactly had happened but I honestly don’t care about how strangers handle their relationships. I’ve slept with women in relationships in the past and I while I’m not proud of it, I don’t really feel that much guilt. Unless I know them, it’s not really my concern why they cheat.

“Fuck, I’m starving”, Maddy suddenly said. “Do you want to get out of here and find something to eat?”

I looked at my watch. It wasn’t super late (around 3am iirc) and I wasn’t that hungry but I was drunk and some cold air would probably do me well. Plus, I could always come back later.

“Sure, why not?”

We got our coats, paid and headed out. Actually to be more precise, we stumbled out. She almost fell down a flight of stairs and giggled as I grabbed her and barely kept us both from falling. A bystander made fun of us.

“Prick”, Maddy muttered. “Let people enjoy themselves in peace.”

“Just ignore him. No point worrying about the assholes.”

She leaned on me to steady herself.

“Hey, thanks for listening and being so nice by the way. I really…”

Her sentence was interrupted by a hiccup.

“…really appreciate it.”

“I think I should get you home”, I said. “Do you live far?”

She shook her head.

“We can take the tram but I want some food first. I haven’t had anything in like 12 hours.”

“You can just eat at home. Why would you not eat for 12 hours?”

“I wanted to surprise my boyfriend but the asshole just had to fuck it up.”

The insinuation was obvious in hindsight but in my defence, I was also pretty drunk at the time. So I just went to the tram stop with her and we waited for roughly 20 minutes in the cold while she got continuously cuddlier. A short tram ride and a walk later and we were at her flat. I still just wanted to leave her at the doorstep but Maddy was smarter than that.

“Hey, can you walk me up the stairs?” she asked. I nodded and followed her.

“Do you want some water?” was her next question as we entered her floor. I was actually really thirsty (yay for alcohol dehydration) and agreed.

She put a finger on her lips and whispered. “I don’t know if my flatmates are here.”

We tiptoed towards the kitchen. She got me glass and looked around for something to eat. She found some bread and bananas and started munching. She let out a small moan.

“God, it feels good to eat something.”

I finished my glass of water and put it down. “Okay, good night Maddy.”

“Wait”, she said and walked over to me.

Before I could react both her arms were around my neck and she kissed me. I was too perplexed to stop her. As she wasn’t much shorter than me, she had no problem reaching my ear with her mouth next.

“I wanted to thank you for taking me home”, she whispered. One hand remained at my neck while the other went for my crotch. I opened my mouth to reject her but she shushed me while I still said “Wait.”

“There is no way I am not having sex tonight.”

Those words did it. She grabbed me as I was starting to get hard and kissed me again. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her ass and pulled her body closer as I forced my tongue into her mouth. Her second hand left my neck as she started to fumble with my belt buckle. I stumbled backwards with her following until I reached the kitchen counter. I could feel my pants opening as she pulled away and sank onto her knees. Wasting no time, her hand went into my boxers and pulled out my dick. I was rock hard at this point. A second later she was already blowing me. I managed to reach over and swing the kitchen door shut just in case while she went to town.

Sadly, it wasn’t very good. I don’t know if I was too drunk to have proper sensation or if she was just bad at it. I was also worried a little bit about her braces. She was a good sport however, deepthroating me hard and fast despite her heavy gagging so I tried to relax and just enjoy it.

Then, I yelped in pain and tears shot into my eyes. I hadn’t gotten to trim my pubic hairs and one of them got caught in her braces. As she yanked her head back, she ripped it out.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry”, she whispered after spitting and removing the hair from her mouth.

My boner was killed and I rubbed my face. She planted little kisses all over my crotch and penis and then got up. I exhaled and wanted to close my pants but she grabbed my hands and pulled me with her.

“I’m really sorry, let me make it up to you”, she said as she led me to her bedroom. I had barely closed the door by the time she took off her top and unclasped her bra and tossed them aside. She really had some great breasts, round and firm and big. She laughed as I stared at them.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Not letting the invitation go to waste, I yanked off my shoes and pulled off my pants. By now, she only had her panties left, a red thong actually. As she sat down at the edge of the bed and hailed me over, she looked positively sexy.

“I promise to be careful”, she said as she took me into her mouth again while I unbuttoned my shirt. I was still flaccid and only slowly did blood return to my cock. But the time for blowjobs was over. I pushed her onto the bed and grabbed a condom out of my jacket pocket. I tossed it next to her and took off her thong. With no warning, I went down and started directly licking her clit. Her eyes went wide and let out a surprised moan. I threw all caution or restraint into the wind now. I was horny and wanted proper satisfaction. I started sucking on her clit while I shoved two fingers inside her. She writhed and struggled and quickly started to moan really loud. She weakly tried to push my head away but her body and words told a different story.

“Oh God! Yes!” She moaned.

Going all in as I felt her pussy convulsing, I started to rub her asshole as well. She came, hard. And screaming. If her flatmates were home, they certainly knew now. I let off her and went to put the condom on.

“Wait!” she gasped and quickly crawled towards her bedside drawer. A moment later, she produced some lube from it. But now she was with her back towards me and I climbed on top of her. When she wanted to turn around, I pinned her down and entered her from behind.

“Oh fuck!”

I started slowly but she resisted this time and waved with the lube in her hand.

“What do you want?” I asked and picked up the pace.

“Please”, she moaned. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

I grabbed the lube and applied some on her while still staying inside her pussy. Since I had stopped moving, she now went back and forth herself. I rubbed around her asshole to relax it and pulled out. Some more lube later and I finally started to push in. It had been a long time since I last had anal and it was amazing. Her ass was tight and I finally got the sensation I needed. I went slowly, each thrust minimally edging deeper. It felt so good that I started to moan as well.

Maddy meanwhile was on the edge of screaming again. I was such a turn-on, I wanted to see her face. I pulled out and turned her around, putting up her legs before fucking her in the ass again, this time faster. Each thrust made her tits bounce and her face convulse. She gasped for air and her body arched upwards. I couldn’t take it any longer, her ass just felt too good. I pulled out and yanked off the condom. Her face had barely registered in surprise when I came, explosively. The first shot landed in her face and hair, the second across her mouth. The third almost hit her eye. I kept coming more, painting her face, some landing on her tits and belly as well.

For a bit, neither of us moved. You could just hear us both panting. Maddy let out a chuckle and tried to wipe the cum off her face. With a satisfied sigh, she relaxed.

“Thanks for taking me home”, she said.

“No problem.” I smiled and got up. I got a tissue from my jacket pocket to clean my dick and got dressed. Shortly after, I was ready to go. Maddy was still lying there naked, my cum still all over her. Before I left, I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from her desk and wrote down my number.

“Just in case”, I said. “Good night.”

I left and made my way home. It was now after 5 am and I wouldn’t be home for at least another half hour. As I rode the tram, I got a message.

*Proud of your handiwork?*

Attached was a picture of her, her face and tits covered in my cum.

*I’ll have more for you soon,* I replied.

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I wish you all a Happy Valentine’s Day ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aqs39f/bad_ethics_worse_blowjobs_and_a_happy_ending_mf