Hi everyone! I’m back!! I missed posting here and I wanted to tell you guys a little story from a few years ago. My current boyfriend (Drake) and I haven’t had the opportunity for any crazy/kinky/wild sex recently but I’m really horny today and wanted to share something ? the sexy time stories with Drake are quite popular but I thought you guys might like a change of pace and to hear about something a little different.
Also, an update for those who follow me: Sage (from this story) is no longer in the picture due to ~shadiness~ and me and my bf have a no-shadiness policy. We promise we’ll have some more FFM fun soon though and report back on our… ahem… findings ;)
Anyways, onto the story! When I was barely 18 (way before I met Drake) I was a little slut. I was dating another guy but he was an asshole to me and I constantly fantasised about making him suffer. I dreamed about fucking men, women, and everything in between while he just dealt with it. He cheated on me and treated me like shit and I wanted to get him back for it. I was hungry for cock constantly and he was always giving it to other girls instead of me and I was furious. Obviously I recognise now that this was a very unhealthy situation but it did lead to some hot ass sex.
We ended up making a profile one day to look for people to have threesomes with on a website where kinky/freaky people can find each other and we eventually met this guy who I will call Michael from here on out. I originally wanted to get double teamed but my desires quickly changed once I started talking to him.
Michael was perfect (and still is; we’re actually good friends to this day and talk regularly as well as catch a cup of coffee from time to time). He wasn’t too tall but he had a sexy body from his consistent MMA training. Hot in a nerdy way; glasses, tattoos, was into video games and such; he had a charming and wicked smile along with sexy deep brown eyes. He was an engineer so he’s also got money out the wazoo. I wanted him to make me his little slut and his only; I didn’t want fuck all to do with my boyfriend.
One day we met up with him in person and I was OBSESSED. Eventually Michael and I started hanging out without my boyfriend (Michael lived 10 minutes away from me while my boyfriend was almost an hour across town) and I slowly day by day turned on the charm. I was barely legal and still had the same tight fat ass and tits, along with ass length blonde hair and a bendy ex-gymnast body. We would sext and Snapchat each other dirty photos and he would tell em all of the fucked up things he would do to me if I wasn’t in a relationship. Nothing would happen when we hung out in person but you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.
Finally, I decided I was going to fuck Michael no matter what. I came up with a plan and then invited myself over to hang out one night. When I got there he offered me a drink and I asked for a glass of water. As soon as he handed it to me I looked him dead in the eyes and poured it all over the front of my thin white tee shirt. My bra was barely existent and the wet clothing showed my pierced nipples and clung to my tits.
Michael started at me with his mouth open and watched as I slowly began to peel the shirt off and say, “I need to borrow some dry clothes…”
He quickly brought me a vintage button down and I made sure to take the soaked tee off in front of him so he could watch my boobs bounce around a bit before I disappeared into his bedroom to change. I took off the wet bra and shirt, left my pink lacy panties on his nightstand, and sent him [this photo](https://imgur.com/a/mwWVkmN) of me when I went home that night; that was the final straw for him. My boyfriend called me panicking about 10 minutes later saying Michael had called to tell him he was going to fuck me and my boyfriend wouldn’t have a say.
I had disclosed my boyfriend’s infidelity to Michael in the past and he knew he couldn’t say anything: I had caught him sharing without my permission so now I was going to share without his.
Michael called me that night and we had the hottest phone sex of my life. He jerked off to my voice and the squishy sound of my wet pussy as I finger fucked myself.
I was in his bed by the next day. He begged me to come over and after much “protesting” I showed up wearing a short skater dress that barely covered my ass and no panties or bra. He picked me up and threw me aggressively onto his bed as soon as I was in the door. Holding me down in my back by my throat with one hand, he used his other to pull up my dress and begin playing with my hard nipples and shaved wet pussy.
Michael spanked my clit, rubbed it gently, and roughly pushed his fingers into me to try and loosen me up. I stared at him, unable to speak and trembling in ecstasy as I sprinted towards orgasm at breakneck speed.
I remember him looking down at me, smirking and saying, “You’re so fucking tight… You haven’t been getting fucked enough have you?” I cane seconds later screaming his name. He told me to call him “daddy” and I did. We didn’t fuck that night, he just straddled my chest and pulled his cock out once I was finished, before shoving it down my throat a few times and busting a nut all over my face. He sent me back to my dorm with instructions to not wash it off so everyone would be able to peg me for the horny slut I am.
I sent my boyfriend a selfie when I got in my car of me smiling and Michael’s cum dripping down my forehead, cheeks, and chin. He didn’t reply.
The next day he asked me if I wanted his dick inside me. I begged him for it and he denied me for a few days before inviting me over again. This time I was ready.
I showed up wearing the traditional long coat, with fishnet thigh highs, black pointy stiletto pumps, a garter belt, and a dark green lace teddy (his favourite colour). He opened the door. I opened the coat. He opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out.
We fucked like animals, going for 7 or 8 rounds and stopping in between for snacks and water breaks. He’s still one of the best fucks I’ve had to this day and I attribute that to his experience and being older.
One of my favourite bits was Michael pounding me from the back, a ball gag in my mouth, arms tied behind me, and a blindfold over my eyes. He was hitting me repeatedly with a paddle and my ass was sore with bruises. He had wrapped an arm around my throat and was choking me from the back; I was so into it that I didn’t realize how light headed I was until it was too late; I started seeing stars exploding in my vision and I became extremely light headed. I couldn’t speak or motion for him to stop and part of me didn’t want to. Michael came inside me while saying, “Daddy loves your tight little teenage pussy…”. Once he had finally cum he pulled his cock out and used his nut as lube to rub the head on my clit. I came explosively and when he felt me orgasm he released my throat, resulting in the most intense climax I had ever had up until that point. Cumming while coming down from the high of being borderline strangled was absolute euphoria.
Another favourite moment was Michael kneeling next to me and making me blow him while he used a vibrator on my clit. He bought me a plethora of sex toys and accessories over the ~6 months we were fucking (I eventually dumped my loser boyfriend once I saw what it was like to have a great man with great dick) and I loved them all. Michael rubbed my clit with the vibrator and when I came I squirted for the first time, soaking the whole bed. He came in my throat from the feeling of me moaning and pulled his cock out, slapping me in the face with it, and shoving it back in to keep throat fucking me.
Michael has a great cock; it was thick and not too long and no matter which of the dozens of positions we would be in while he was plowing me I would cum every single time. After that first night he made me bend over and spread my pussy open so he could film his loads dripping out of me. He sent the video to my boyfriend at the time with the caption “I came inside this pussy 8 times… it’s mine now.”
Eventually my boyfriend did try to win me back, but I was already in too deep (pun intended) with Michael. I once got on my boyfriend’s cock after coming from Michael’s apartment and rode him for a few minutes, letting him enjoy the view of me throwing it back on him. As soon as he got to the obligatory “you’re so wet” I turned to look him in the eyes and said, “Michael did that to me. That’s his cum inside me making me so wet.”
I started openly screaming Michael’s name during sex with my boyfriend and telling him he was so much hotter, better in bed, and with a much bigger dick. My boyfriend would get mad but he had no ground to stand on after having fucked multiple women behind my back; he just had to take it.
Like I said earlier, I did eventually dump him. It was on a night we had all gone out together the three of us. My boyfriend was desperately trying to get me back to his side but had gotten drunk and angry and when we went back to Michael’s house to hang out after leaving the bar, he called me a stupid fat slut. Obviously, Michael told him to get the fuck out or he would kick his ass, and I made sure to let him know he was single from here on out before shutting the door in his face.
I was Michael’s little sugar baby for weeks after that, going on lavish dates to expensive restaurants and secret luxury bars. He regularly bought me gifts and every night I would more than willingly give up my pussy to him to use and abuse however he wanted. I was young and constantly horny, so he was constantly dicking me down.
Michael taught me how to ride cock beautifully, how to suck dick like I was starving for it, and how to be the perfect cum slut. Eventually he broke things off and told me he was getting older and needed to get his shit together and be a bit more serious with dating instead of “repeatedly fucking a juicy little teenager just because it was fun” (his words, not mine). He wanted to get married and have kids and I was a distraction; one that he didn’t trust himself to be able to get out of if he continued dipping it in my honey pot. He was always a good friend though and I can’t deny that he showed me how I deserved to be treated in my relationships moving forward, while also helping me get out of the shitty one I was in when I met him.
We stayed on amicable terms and I sometimes still miss fucking him. He always gave it to me hard and rough, exactly how I wanted. I’ll never forget the view of him looming over me, absolutely railing me with one of my legs over his shoulder while he rubbed my clit with his thumb and made me squirt on his cock over and over again as I begged for him not to stop. Or him making me watch in his full length mirror as he pulled my pigtails and gave me deep hard backshots while yanking the chain on the nipple clamps he would put on me… my makeup was always ruined before his cock even made it into my pussy because he just loved rubbing his dick all over my face and brutally face fucking me and making me cry before nutting on me.
I love my current boyfriend very much and would never cheat on him but that doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes still slide my fingers into my pussy and fantasise about being Michael’s good little baby girl again. Whoever does end up marrying him is one lucky fucking bitch.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf3lmy/i_18f_used_to_cuck_my_boyfriend_22m_with_an_older
so glad you’re back! LOVED this story ??