[M]y Syrian, Craigslist Princess [F] Tells me Her Body is Mine

If you want chronology, read Part I here: [[M]y First First-Date Fuck: A Craigslist Dream Cum True](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bhvom1/my_first_firstdate_fuck_a_craigslist_dream_cum/). This continues our steamy summer fling, which happened 8 years ago (!) in between my college Sophomore / Junior year. Our second date was even better…

Me (Jack): 21M, Tall, Fit, Semi Tan, Shaggy Blonde Hair, Grey Eyes, Home for Summer, Very attracted to Middle Eastern, Asian, and Indian Girls. Basically dark features usually.

Her (Mariana): 19F, 5’1″ curvy but petite, porcelain complexion, Syrian, big doey brown eyes, naturally curly hair just past her shoulder, B cup breasts, extroverted, bubbly, very playful and submissive

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After our lovely, unexpected, first date — a conversational, flirty, make-out, throat fucking, finger banging, and minute of penetration in the back of my SUV, Mariana and I called it a night. We were both scared of getting pregnant (she was 19F not on the pill and I was M21 and hadn’t brought condoms stupidly.) But we already started planning our second date: a true, uninterrupted fuck fest…

I worked all week excited at my summer job and made plans with my friend to borrow his car to go drive the 15 miles to Mariana’s house on Friday night. I didn’t want to use my own car because I was planning on coming home super late obviously and my siblings may have noticed that my car wasn’t parked at my friends’ house (he lived close by). Call it paranoia, but the idea of fucking a girl I had just met all night was pretty taboo for my Christian, conservative parents. Like I was 21, but I think that if they ever found out, they would probably cut off my college/emotional support. So discretion was key.

I remember feeling exhilarated at the idea of driving to Mariana’s. And when I pulled up at the address—I was shocked. Her home was a fucking mansion. Like seriously you needed a code to drive into the gated driveway! It was a perfectly manicured lawn, forested land, and lovely white house with turrets and garden walls. I come from a very middle class family and this was like the 1% alternate universe house. As I drove up, a beautiful golden retriever came bounding alongside the car in the deep summer afternoon sun. After parking in the circular driveway in my friend’s POS subaru, I remember feeling super nervous. I knocked — and felt a tight knot in my stomach when her dad opened the door.

He was stern looking, a sharp nose and phone earpiece, pressed suit. I shook his hand and he parted letting me inside. He was in telecommunications or something, but rigid and distracted. I couldn’t tell if he was stressed from work (wrapping things up on a Friday afternoon) or about the idea of me taking his Syrian daughter out (I’m white after all and it wouldn’t have been the first time dealing with that in my past) or maybe he just didn’t emote much. Mariana saved us from the stare-down and stiff conversation as she descended the staircase. She was wearing a navy dress and sandals—contrasting so perfectly with her pale complexion. Her curls bounced off her shoulders as she came down smiling. “Let’s do a quick tour!” she suggested and took my hand showing me around as her dad backed into the kitchen to take a call on his headset amid the amazing double island kitchen.

Max, the retriever followed as she showed me the deck, a gardened, walled, vista overlooking the yard and woods. “And here’s the hot tub,” she said winking. I smirked but looked over my shoulder back to the kitchen. Mariana bent down and got the garden hose out and sprayed some of the plants. As she did, I watched her. She bent lower than she needed to, whipping my senses with the flash of her pale smooth thighs. Just 5 nights earlier I had seen them under moonlight on our first date, and the glistening precum and saliva from her blowjob drip down them. Now in sunlight, they were even paler and so supple. The way her summer dress showed her plump ass cheeks and hips immediately hardened my cock. I couldn’t tell if she wasn’t noticing what she was doing to me—she was still an innocent 19F Daddy’s girl—or if she wanted me to go for it right then and there with her dad—”Mariana!”

I gulped and turned. Her dad stood behind us in the doorway. “I have to go back to the office first before the game.” We knew that we would have the house to ourselves later because her dad was going to a soccer match, but not for another 3 hours or so. The universe just felt so on my side. Yes, we could get started earlier and maybe try out the hot tub in the afternoon daylight…

To be safe though, Mariana put her dad at ease and suggested we go out for a while to get dinner and walk around downtown. So we did. She offered to drive in her white convertible, black interior. I remember looking up at the sunlit treetops driving through the suburban hills and forests. The wind pushing her dress up her thighs again almost to where her panties might begin. That’s when I noticed her dress in more detail. It had a navy colored metal zipper from the top of the neckline all the way to the skirt hem. From the front. It was so fucking bold. “For easy access” she said winking as we pulled into the sushi spot. We ate slow though. We talked about philosophy, literature, and movies—both of us had started that conversation earlier in the week again from our first date and jived about how much we both loved to read and watch movies about important topics, not just comedies.

When we came home, my blood was boiling. The lights of the house were all off. Except for the front foyer. Her dad was gone. And she was in heat too. She smiled as I leapt on her and kissed her mouth, standing in the foyer with the dog’s tail beating against my leg. My hands explored her waistline, her breasts, She grabbed my shaft, stiff as the first time already at the scent of her perfume and taste of those full pink exotic lips. Her warm tongue met mine and then retreated back so i could flood her mouth with my own exploration, pinning hers into submission. I broke off. She looked up eyes half shut at me like a good girl who was thirsty for water. “Give me a tour of upstairs.” I said. She giggled but instead took her hand and unzipped her dress, down to the beginning of the V of her B-cup cleavage. Lovely supple porcelain falsh of skin with blue veins beneath. Then she backed away…into the kitchen. She hoisted herself up onto the main island— a cold granite countertop. And then she blew my mind. She unzipped her dress down to her stomach, slipped off the dress from her shoulders so she now sat topless on the counter. I stepped closer, realizing that the counter was the perfect height for my 6′ tall waist to touch her lap. I spread her legs and literally my jaw fell slack. Staring up at me was her panty-less pussy beneath the skirt. She hadn’t been wearing a bra or even panties.

“Jack,” she whispered. And I pulled her to the edge. Crushing my still pants-bound penis against her pussy lips. Sucking the nipples in turn. A crazy wrestling match of greedy hands from us both touched, flicked, stroked, penetrated, and quivered. She undid my belt and unzipped my fly. I pushed her dress off her arms further and threw it aside next to her dad’s headset, which sat on the counter there. There Mariana was again—on our second date—completely nude. Me completely clothed. Minus my 7″ white, thick circumsized penis extending from my jeans. She stared at it in her hands as she stroked me. “Lick your hand,” I instructed. She obeyed. “And squeeze my tip.” I said. She obeyed again. There in her tiny hand, now moist from my precum droplets and her spit, my cock swelled even more. I spasmed the muscle playfully lifting it in response to her quiet cock-worshipping eyes. She smiled. “I want to put it in my mouth,” she whispered. “Not yet,” I answered. “First let me feel inside you.” Without waiting for her approval. I took my penis and guided it slowly, deliberately, directly inside Mariana’s pussy. At the edge of the counter, her outie-lips and clitoris were super pink and split before my red head and veiny shaft. My cock vanished inside her, inch after inch. Just like the first night we met. two hours after meeting her. But in the summer sunlight. My eyes drank in the details of her peaks and valleys of pussy lips. And the tight swell of her cunt and warm wet hug was like a perfectly tailored glove for me. It stuck at the end a little. She tensed watching as I thrust the final two inches inside her. Until that lovely swollen pink clit met the manscaped bush atop my cock and abdomen (a semi-six pack that i was proud to show her as i lifted off my shirt.)

“Oh, Oh, Oh,” She kept whispering as I held my penis erect inside her vagina. Stretching it wider than her ex ever had. “Jack your cock is the biggest I’ve ever—oohhhh!” FLUP FLUP FLUP — I thrust a quick succession breaking her concentration and coating my shaft which emerged again in a thick wet glistening film of her juices and my precum. My balls felt the heat from her thighs and cold from the granite counter as I began to pump her pussy more freely now. More than I had on the first night. And her thighs wrapped around my waist, which still had my jeans on. The kitchen mini-fuck was amazing, but I had to run to the car to get the condoms.

We switched the living room now. Her dad had a beautiful dark leather couch shaped like a U in front of what had to be a 90″ insane flat screen tv. No joke that couch was probably $10K. My bare ass fell right on top of it. LOL. Right n the middle of the U. And Mariana pounced, taking my cock into her mouth like she had wanted in the kitchen. She looked up at me as she sucked —slllpp slllllp slllp sssllp — in and out of that tiny mouth. I love when girls do this for me, give me their eyes so I can see them looking at me, vulnerable with my penis filling their mouth. Like they want to give me their whole self. Ever since Mariana did it, I’ve developed a strong, unapologetic fetist for giving and receiving oral sex with strong eye contact.

“Use your tongue on the bottom…mmm…Yes just like that.” I saw her tongue envelope my cock’s underside as her lips filled around my head. “Fuck, Mariana. You suck my dick so good. I just love it. I can’t believe we’re doing this. Thinking of this all week.” I took her hair in my hands and pulled gently so she obeyed and went deeper. That was my first time ever controlling a girl’s head. I loved the control. Since then I’ve developed it to a much more forceful, face-fucking kink, but for now it was gentle and easy. “Show me your big eyes,” I told her. She obeyed, self-consiously though, blushing a deeper pink in her cheeks as I looked at this 19F Syrian beauty sucking my cock better than I had ever had. I was in heaven. But as a 21M (and still today) I knew I was feeling good and worried that she wasn’t enjoying it totally. I wanted her to cum first. Ladies first is still my motto to this day. Ideally 3 times. I had given her two orgasms with my fingers on our first date. Now I wanted to give it to her again and more—but with my cock. So as she sucked, I reached around and began spitting on my fingers and inserting them. She moaned and pulled off my cock at one point, spilling saliva onto my abs. “Ohhh Jack, ohhh ohhh” she said in pleasure and then, “I’m sorry,” she began, looking to the spilt precum and saliva. “I love it, Mariana. Here,” I said gently lowering her head with my handful of her hair. “Lick it up for me.” She did I watched as she transfered about 3 mouthfuls of spit back onto my cock with a combination of her tongue, lips, and tiny hands, all the while i continued rubbing her clit and stretching my fingers into a “come here” motion against the g spot. My stomach was glistening now. And her titties – lovely pale orbs of B cup perfection with pink erect nipples were grazing my thighs and leg hair. “Let me fuck you now. I want to make you cum and feel you cum,” She said. I was already feeling it and had put on a condom. I took her waist and maneuvered her to the edge of the leather couch, it’s surface misty from our sweat and some spilt precum and saliva. “Down on your knees, yes like that.” I drove inside her.

I split her pussy open from behind with all of my cock and every thrust I could. I drove it so deep and hard and fast from behind. I wanted her to feel my white penis in her Middle Eastern gspot and uterus and stomach. I wanted her to love getting it from me like this as much as I loved giving it. We hadn’t talked positions but this was my favorite. It was so important for her to love this. I would need this position to be our core “let me cum for you” position. As I fucked Mariana roughly against her dad’s couch, both of us on our knees at the couch’s end, her porcelain ass—so exotically pale—rippled against my thighs. Her pink pussy dripped cum. She was a lake. Just like the first date. Her hips stiffened and also assisted to add to the power of my fucks thrown into her as I controlled the tempo and angle. And her moans filled the entire mansion. “Jack, ummm…Jack,,….uhhh…ummm…I’m sorry…I can’t…I’m gonna….I’m gonna cum…soon…I’m sorry.” Her words strung together by my relentless fucks thrown into her got me feeling ready to cum too. I ADORED hearing her apology. Like why the fuck was she apologizing. It was so adorable how innocent she was, my 19F Middle Eastern princess, but how good she sucked my dick and craved it from behind like a sex addict.

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Her orgasm hit my cock like a giant squeeze. her body stiffened with a strength I didn’t know she had forcing my penis out and her hips to convulse. the warm pussy juice on my condom dripped down her thighs and the leather couch. Her moans had erupted into a “Ahhhh ahhh” and then she began to subside, weight falling on the couch, trembling in the afterglow. Turning to me to look back, her face was flushed red. Immediatley though, I greedily inserted my penis again, same position, starting all over. “Jack,” she whispered. Eyes dilated. “My body is yours.”

I came. Her simple words drained my week of semen immediately. The electric orgasm spilled from my penis head and flooded my condom with what had to be three mouthfuls worth of sticky hot thick ropes of semen. And the pleasure tingled and shook my balls, my abs, down to my toes. I watched the semen through the clear plastic bubble and bounce. I regretted so bad that we had to use condoms. And apparently she did too. “I want to cum again, ” I said. “I want you again, Mariana.” She got up from her knees and turned around. I stood. She fell to her knees again though, looking at the condom’s bubbly contents. And I tilted the condom upside down and spilled it out into my hands and hers and we lathered my penis in my own semen. “Give me your cum, please,” She said. I was shocked. But I moved forward at once so it didn’t spill too much. Mariana took my penis into her mouth once again— all of the bright red head and thick ropy covered top of the shaft and and swallowed and licked the warm tang. Mariana and I smiled.

It wasn’t even 8 o’clock yet. Her dad wouldn’t be home for another 3 hours. And I still hadn’t gotten a tour of the upstairs.

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