I [F] Fucked a Redditor [M] Who Told 500K People About It on the Radio

Here’s a brief story from last week, not today, as is reddit tradition to maybe give someone hope (if attractive) or at least say that some people actually get laid here (if attractive).

Posted on here that I was coming to a city about two weeks ago where I would be for four days. I carefully chose the ones who actually read my post and sent pictures and could compose a sentence and lined them up like dominos so that my evenings would be less boring. For reference, I am 5’2″, blonde, and stacked in the way it used to mean before fat chicks stole it. I’m told I have a nice body, but theres enough redditors out there who I’ve met who might see this and confirm/deny. Anyways. Just to set the stage – it could have been way worse for these guys.

With 2 days left to go, this one guy I’d been talking to but never really got into the conversation with messages me and says “So are we going to fuck for three days and never speak again or what?” And I haven’t technically agreed to meet anyone the day I actually get there and he has a thick… disposition so I agree to meet the Sunday I fly in. We don’t really talk anymore until I tell him my plane has landed and I’ll let him know when I’m around. Eventually I’m around and I tell him so, and ask him to prove he’s a real human by sending me his social media so I can set up a check in with my friend. He tells me he’s a producer on some number 1 morning radio show and sends me a link. Its him. Seems legit. We’re gonna fuck.

When I meet people from reddit, I meet them directly at my hotel. I mean, there’s usually not much to talk about so why beat around the bush? So I tell him where my hotel is, confirm he’s bringing condoms, and then there’s nothing left to do but wait. I touch up my makeup. I take my bra off so my nipples are slightly visible through my shirt. I remember I have to go down to the lobby to get him since the elevator needs a room key. I put the bra back on (32DDD for you imaginative folks). Its black. Or maybe plaid. I dont remember.

So when he says hes parking I send him a picture of what I’m wearing “for reference” and he calls me “business like”. I contemplate my life choices as I wait for the elevator. I wonder what I really want to get out of this. But I know. I just want to get stuffed by a giant cock. I make peace with my inner turmoil and exit the elevator. The lobby is huge but we spot each other. He waves. He looks like Chris Hardwick and Aaron Paul had a baby. I’m into it. We dont speak or touch in the elevator, because there were people I worked with at hotel. He follows me to my room and I turn around to apologize for my compulsive awkwardness and explain that this part -the before- is always the most awkward but if he could please make sure he takes off his socks while we- he cuts me off with a deep kiss. I’m kind of surprised, but I focus on keeping up. I kiss him back, softer, less tongue, more teasing and we move to the bed. He takes cues really well, and teases me back which turns me on. Time hop to one minute later and our clothes are on the floor (socks included – super polite of him, right?). Hes laying on the bed and I’m straddling him while we make out. He grabs my boobs. They always grab my boobs. I think he mentioned liking them, and I probably told him that’s because my surgeon is very good. Something something and then I move down to suck his disposition.

The disposition is his cock, in case that roundabout terminogology is losing any of you.

So, as he starts to get hard – I get a little worried. He’s big. Like, normally I have no trouble deepthroating, but it hurts to force his cock into my throat. I briefly recall a story about someone rupturing their airway while giving head and worry I’ve doomed myself to the same fate. I’m not done but he says “come here and let me fuck you” and can I really argue with that? He wraps it up and here’s the moment of truth – will it fit? As a rabid perfectionist, there’s no way I don’t figure out how to stuff it all inside of me. I position him between my legs and ponder the logistics. I savor the feeling of a really thick cock pushing against my entrance before I slowly impale myself on him. It hurts a little, but in a nice way. I slide him in until he’s buried to the hilt and take a moment to congratulate myself for pulling it off as I grind down on him. In this celebratory moment, I try to enjoy the feeling of him sliding back and forth over my cervix with ease. He grabs my hips and guides me a little. It’s fun. We have insane sexual chemistry for people who’ve barely spoken. We play this game for a minute or two before its time for my party trick. Everyone has a party trick, right? Mine is being the valedictorian of riding a dick (something like this for our visual learners: https://gfycat.com/BlueDeterminedAmericangoldfinch )

He seems impressed. We cycle through a few positions before he starts fucking me from behind. This is my favorite position. He gets serious. He’s holding my hips and pounding my cervix everytime and I don’t know if I want to scream or cry, but only because it feels amazing. Dirty talk happens. We’re both good at it, if I remember correctly. I worry about the noise complaint I may get because of the relentless banging of the headboard against the wall. The pace changes slightly. I can tell he’s close. I probably say something like “cum for me” and he does. Before we met, I made it clear that, you know, when it’s over he leaves. I’m a gracious host though. After savoring the moment I move forward off of him so I can go grab him a towel and just make sure it’s very clear how this all works. He says “the condom broke.” Am I having a stroke? Alas, I’m not. I turn around and there is his dick (which is really so nice) poking directly through the shredded remains of a condom. I begin the 5 stages of grief.

“And you came?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

“In me?” Just to confirm.

“Yes.”

So, I run to the shower and try to clean up as best I can and figure out how to work taking a plan b into my busy schedule. Oh fuck. And what about the other men that I was going to meet? I WAS recently tested, but now I’m not sure its ethical to make such a claim. I get out of the shower and he’s still there. I don’t know how to manage this situation. We discuss when were last tested. I try really hard to believe him. And then… maybe just to decide if I can trust him or not, I don’t ask him to leave and he doesn’t offer to go. He keeps lightly rubbing the small of my back and it makes me melt. I can’t believe our conversation didn’t pick up before because now he’s really funny and charming. Sometimes we make out. We’re both still naked. We talk about our lack of online chemistry and re-read his response to my initial post which said something like “hi my penis is big and I’ve never had an STD or STI” and we die laughing. And then I tell him to touch my back some more. Suddenly hes kind of on top of me and I roll over and he says “do you want to go slow and enjoy each other?”

This is outside of my normal routine. This is irresponsible. But now I know how amazing he feels inside of me, and the more he touches me, the more I need it. So, he presses his bare cock into me. So. Fucking. Deep. He tells me how tight I am and that it feels like my cunt is grabbing his dick. Maybe it us. I kegel as hard as I can anyway just to make a point. It gets serious again. My legs go over his shoulders. We arent going slow anymore. He’s bareback and he’s wrecking me and I definitely won’t walk straight tomorrow. Its amazing. Every thrust. He pushes himself all the way inside of me and at this point my knees are by my ears and I’m going to die. He cums inside me again. I wonder it it was worth the three weeks of dread I have ahead of me until I’m tested. We clean up and talk some more and he says he needs to go to radio shit and I actually need to do some work anyways. He mentions I should check out his show.

He leaves and the next morning I’m dicking around getting ready for this conference and… I turn on the radio show. It’s one of those lame morning shows where they talk about random shit interspersed with traffic reports and I wonder why he told me to listen at all. His voice is nice though. Maybe I’ll have him over again, I think. Then, all of a sudden in hear him admit to our reddit hookup. On the fucking radio. I mean, he says nice things but it feels insane. We met up a few more times since I already had his STDs anyway. If there’s interest, I guess I can share that too. He eventually drove me to the airport.

So, I fucked a guy I met on dirtyr4r. It was fine. The end.

EDIT: PMs open:). I didn’t catch an STD. Still going to get retested in 2 weeks to be sure though. Now, actually the end.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dizgff/i_f_fucked_a_redditor_m_who_told_500k_people