Apologies for formatting and spelling, I typed this up in another program and it didn’t copy well.
This will be part 4 to my saga. Before or after reading, I encourage you to read part 1 through 3 to get the necessary context. Once again, this is a true story and all events within the story actually happened. The dialogue isn’t exact, but it’s as close as my memory of our verbal filth can take me. They weigh heavily on me, and I am mostly doing this as an outlet for all the pent up emotions that I’ve stored away for years. I also enjoy remembering some of the good times as well, so it’s not all bad.
After reconnecting with Anna, I was riding a high that simply could not be matched. I was on cloud nine. This girl buzzed every fiber of my being, and I was soaking it up like it was my last day on earth. After our first night together, we spent the next three days doing everything together. We fucked constantly, anywhere and everywhere we could manage. It was dirty, raw, and passionate. I was hooked from the first moment I got inside her again.
If I had known at this time how being with her would affect me so deeply, and shape the man I would become so profoundly, I think that I would have ditched her on the spot. But how could I know back then? When all I could think of was the absolute bliss of being fucked so good by this hyper sexual slut? I have never met a girl, nor do I think I ever will, who embraced her sexuality with such openness and abandon. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she took it, damn the consequences! And damn anyone who ever got in her way! I was too deep under her spell to see that I was only a pawn in her games.
I caught a flight back home three days later. Anna saw me off at the airport; “don’t be a stranger! call me when you get home”, she said as I went through security. She even cried as she waved to me. We were both very much looking forward to her visit two weeks away.
Anna and her friend arrived in her friends car about two weeks later. I wasn’t entirely sure why she chose to bring a friend, and to be honest, I really didn’t care. Her friend was a cold bitch. I actually hated her from the moment we met, and to this day, I still hate her. She might have spoken 20 words to me for the entire two weeks they were with me. I actually still ask myself why the fuck she was there. After one night on my couch, they decided to stay at a cheap motel down the street from my apartment, because she wasn’t going to couch it for an entire two weeks.
Our routine was pretty simple; I would wake up at 5:30 am, drive to her hotel, go into her room (I had a key), and wake her up with oral sex. She loved it, and would moan and talk dirty to me as I teased and edged her until she begged for my dick. I would pound her hard and fast, roughly fucking her in every position imaginable. And she would beg for my cum until I gave her what she wanted. She seemed to always want it in her pussy. She would look up at me and ask for my cum. She never demanded it; she would ask me to cum in her. Like I was doing her a favor or something, or meeting a need for her. I never even bothered to ask whether she was taking any birth control, I already knew the answer. Did I have condoms? No, and I never considered it because I hated them so much. I needed to feel her bare, and I think she needed the same thing. I would be fucking her doggy style, and I’d look down at her perfect little ass as my cock slid all the way in and then all the way out of her tight pussy. God, this was the best pussy I had ever been in! She would cover my dick in her cream within minutes of fucking. It was heaven being inside her, and that’s all I was able to focus on. After finishing her off, I would then head to work for the day, leaving her in bed in a puddle of cum, sweat and bliss. After work, I’d head to her room, where somehow she would just always be waiting for me, and we’d typically repeat the mornings activities, starting with oral.
On one particular morning, she was so horny, she didn’t seem to want to let me leave after we fucked. But, alas, I could not miss work, so I left her wanting more. I didn’t hear from her for the entire day, which was kind of unusual. But I never thought anything of it, as work kept me quite busy. I was super horny after thinking about her all day, so I drove straight to her hotel after I got off work. I walked into her hotel room, and she was already neck deep, fingers deep in her pussy, and moaning like crazy. “What in the heck got into her?” I remember thinking. I ripped my clothes off, got on top of her, and started kissing her. I slowly moved down her body, kissing lightly as I went, and was about to attack her pussy when I smelled it. Unmistakable. Cum. Now I knew I had left my cum in her that morning, but did she really not shower all day and just lie in bed? No way. Even if she had, the smell would’ve faded slightly, and my cum would have undoubtedly made its way out of her by this point. With all these thoughts racing through my head, I was still horny, and despite feeling uneasy about it, with no foreplay, I rammed my dick inside her with one long thrust. She was absolutely soaked and steaming. I screwed her while she screamed at me and raked me with her fingernails. I blasted her with a load of my own cum after about 15 minutes, and lay down exhausted.
Had she actually fucked another guy while I was at work? I wouldn’t put it beyond her, and the cum smell was pretty damning. I wasn’t ready to confront the issue, and I really had no solid proof. So, I went down to the hotel bar to clear my head while she made dinner plans with her friend.
We went out for dinner, and I ate so much, I pretty much passed out in her hotel room after dinner. She woke me around 8 pm saying she wanted to go to a club and dance. I was in no mood for dancing and drinking, so I passed without hesitation. She seemed upset, but not too upset, and left with her friend. I passed the fuck out, and the next thing I knew, it was 2:30 am, and someone was grabbing my dick. I turned over, and she was naked in bed with me, clearly looking to get fucked. I was too tired to take a dominant role, so I simply rolled onto my back, and let her do as she pleased with me. Again, there was the smell. Ugh, so fucking gross. Within a minute she had me hard and was riding me to her own orgasm. She rode me until I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I came inside her yet again, feeling my soul leaving my body for a moment. “Mmmmmmm, I so love when you cum in me, baby”, she said in her sloppy drunk voice. She rolled off me a minute later and was out. She didn’t wake up when I left for work.
At this point, I knew deep down she was getting dicked somewhere else, aside from when she got it from me. It really shouldn’t have surprised me, but damn she was a good actor. She acted as if she loved me, and her world revolved around me. I hadn’t let myself have any feeling for her, and if you had asked me in that moment, I would have told you that I really didn’t like her as a person. I knew her history, and I knew exactly what sort of deception she was capable of. But I did lust for her. I wanted her worse than I have ever wanted someone in my life! While I believe she also wanted me in the same way, I think she just couldn’t get enough attention, and it drove her to have sex with whomever she could.
After carefully thinking through my options, I decided against a confrontation, and figured I’d ride out the rest of the visit and have as much boundary pushing sex as I possibly could in that time. Why? Because I didn’t consider myself to even be in a relationship with her. She wasn’t worth the hassle. And I still enjoyed fucking the shit out of her while exploring kinks and fantasies.
While at work that day, I booked an appointment with the clinic to get STI tested, on the decent chance I’d come up positive for something. I spent the rest of the day thinking about what she might be doing, with whom, and whether she would try to give me sloppy seconds again. “Does it turn her on to have two guys in one day?”, I surmised, as I sat in my chair, deep in thought. No matter, I don’t care. I was using her, and she was using me. The details really didn’t matter much now.
The remaining four days were basically a rerun of the same show. I imagine the routine and the monotony of it was likely what inspired her to experiment beyond the hotel room. Can’t say I blame her for that, really. Despite the predictability of it all, being inside of her was something I could never refer to as boring. She had some sort of vaginal spell over me that would send me into another dimension, and I spent those moments of bliss completely outside of my rational mind. I knew there was no way I wanted to get this deceitful bitch pregnant; it would mean the end of life as I knew it, and would only bring misery. But once she got me inside her, that rational mind would vanish! On her last day in town, we spent the whole day together from start to finish (I wanted to make sure she was only mine that day), and we fucked most of the day away in that room. She had me cum in her pussy each and every time we fucked, and would not accept my load anywhere else.
Late into the evening, we were once again locked together while she sat in my lap, gently stroking my dick in and out of her warm pussy, staring into my eyes as she slowly rode me.
“I’m going to miss this, ya know”, she said to me as she exhaled, taking me into her until my balls rested against her ass. She moaned happily, contentedly, opening her eyes at me. “What am I going to do when my pussy is craving your cum next week?”, biting her lip on an upstroke, leaving just the head of my cock inside.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out”, I blurted out, smiling knowingly at her. An uncertainty crossed her face briefly, and I’m sure she wondered whether I knew something. This quickly morphed back into sensuality, as she once again enveloped my entire dick in her warm, welcoming vagina. Again, she let out a long moan as I bottomed out inside her, nudging her cervix. I knew within minutes I was going to be holding her hips with a death grip while she drained my balls until there was nothing left in me, giggling and sighing and laughing as she took everything I had deep inside her womb. But five minutes later, I still hadn’t cum, and she simply continued to enjoy my cock at her excruciatingly slow pace. She was savoring all of it, because she knew she wasn’t getting it again for a long time.
“Do you think you have any cum left for me?”, she asked while looking into my eyes. “She still wants more”, she said matter-of-factly, while looking down, indicating her pussy, wrapped tightly around the base of my cock (she used to always refer to her vagina as “she”, and it drove me wild for some reason).
Her dirty talk brought me from contentedness right into the beginnings of a massive orgasm, and with one last thrust down onto me, she squealed, wrapping her legs around my back, and stared into my eyes intently. My entire body caught fire, as I surrendered to her, and I stared right back into her eyes. As soon as I started moaning, she lost it, her pussy contracting around me rhythmically. Neither of us needed to talk, we just let nature take its course. Her hips rolled into mine repeatedly as my cum began shooting out of my cock and into her pussy in thick ropes, splashing against her cervix. “I can feel you cumming in me”, she gasped frantically, and her flexing vagina did what it was supposed to do, milking my dick for all the cum it could get. All the while, we never broke eye contact, staring into each others souls. We were joined to each other eternally in that moment. No matter where she went in her life, or who she screwed, she would never be able to take back that moment.
She remained in my lap, gently coaxing the last drops of my cum deep inside her body, kissing me between sensual looks into my eyes. Several times, she would raise herself up as if to get off of me, but would slide back down, taking me deep inside yet again. Taking her arms from around my neck, she laid them across her abdomen, looking down, and said “I can feel them all swimming around in there”. She ran her hands around slowly, lovingly, caressing herself and staring down at the mess we had made. My cock stayed semi hard all the while, and she seemed content to just sit in my lap, enjoying the afterglow. Every couple minutes she would squeeze her vagina, reminding me where I was, and giggle to herself.
“Can you move with me while I get on my back?”, she asked. I lay her down, staying inside her, and within seconds we were in missionary. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and sighed again. “There we go”.
“Anna, what are you doing?”, I asked, already knowing the answer, but just wanting to hear this ridiculousness come out of her dirty mouth.
“I just like your weight on me, is all”, she said coyly. I rolled my eyes, smiling at her, and I couldn’t even find it in myself to be upset with her for anything.
“If I actually had a brain right now, I might think you were trying to use gravity to achieve a specific purpose at this very moment”, I gently implied.
“Did you know that I’ve been carrying your sperm inside me for weeks now? Did you know that you’ve probably put billions of your sperm inside me by now? Did you know that when it leaks out of me during the day, that I scoop it up with my fingers and swallow it? If I wasn’t pregnant before tonight, I would bet that I am now”, she breathed, rolling her hips into mine sensually.
She coaxed me to hardness once more shortly thereafter, and took my cum into her once again. I didn’t even care anymore, and I was so turned on by what she was doing to me and saying to me, that I just wanted to relish it for the time being.
She left in her friends car the next morning, tearfully saying bye to me. I truly believed she would miss me; just not that much, ya know? I knew damn well within a week, she would have another man between her legs satisfying her. And I was cool with that. Because there was no future for us. Well, that is, unless she turned up pregnant!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/buyr2r/i_miss_her_but_she_was_too_wild_part_4_long_mf
Man…This story speaks to me on a personal level. Fantastic writing man.