I want you to suck my nipples until I orgasm.”
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Certainly not the weirdest message I’ve ever received on Reddit.
I chose a bench that looked over a park in the centre of town, sitting the single red rose on the seat next to me. So that I could be easily identified.
The chain of messages had been quite short on this one. Her needs were distinct. There was chance of more meets if it went well. It was already Thursday evening.
So I sat there, on a busy Saturday afternoon, waiting for my meet.
She didn’t disappoint.
The lady in question arrived wearing leather trousers, red Dr Marten boots, and a figure-hugging knitted sweater. Short brown hair. Beautiful skin on her neck.
Non-distinct look on her face.
Until wet made eye contact.
Then, a smile burst open on her face.
I don’t typically need a reason for why, but it usually spills out during a meet anyhow.
She had turned 40, and her body decided she needed more in the bedroom. Her husband agreed. Their 18-year monogamous marriage developed into swinging overnight.
And then she found me.
We walked for coffee. She smelled her rose as we stood in the queue. We wandered on, holding our cups as we stared into shop windows. Waited for no-one to be around. Started talking about kink.
We swapped stories of how we discovered kink. Our gateways into the scene. Favourite reddits. Preferred positions.
Our chat meandered over the course of a few hours of window shopping. Stopping suddenly when a random tourist or child strayed within hearing range. Restarting with a giggle, a faux-interested point to a mannequin wearing an outrageous outfit.
Holding hands like a young couple in love. We kissed at goodbye.
It felt slightly bizarre kissing a married woman so passionately. Maybe it was because our encounter was out in the open. Nothing to hide. Both parties honest with each other.
Our next honest moment would be less than 24 hours later.
She was in the kitchen. Naked. Leaning over. Her arms stretched up into the air high behind her. Rope tied around her wrists. Hanging them from a hook screwed into the ceiling.
Her lips clamped around an old bedsheet. Nice and long, I’d wrapped it tightly around her head 3 times. It kept the large sponge in her mouth contained nicely. Dampening any screams or cries.
I was sat on a comfortable chair placed in front of her. My head forward. Lips sealed around one of her nipples.
Her breasts were tied tightly with rope, making them more pronounced. The pressure caused her nipples to protrude. Easier to get my tongue around.
So I sat in front of her and sucked on her nipples. My tongue ran around it. Over it. Side to side. Up and down. Flicked it. A free hand lightly rubbed the other nipple until I felt it dry, switching my mouth to it and repeating the process.
I’d had some experience with this procedure. The lesson learned thus far was to start slowly and keep the pace constant. This meant you tired less quickly whilst keeping her aroused.
And aroused she was.
Her bent over position meant she could only push her breasts into me more as she tired. She couldn’t get away from the torment.
Her hips bucked and swayed. Her back arched. Legs stamped in frustration.
Drool rained from her mouth. Some found its way into my hair.
But I kept on sucking.
It had been 20 minutes of non-stop sucking and fondling when my tongue began to ache. She was screaming into her gag when she finally came. I felt relief. My mouth was nearly broken.
I sat back and admired the scene.
She was still distressed.
I untied the gag, fearing something wrong. She hadn’t used the safe word as instructed.
Had she forgot?
The sheet unwound. I removed the soaked sponge.
“FUCK ME. PLEASE. JUST FUCK ME. FUCK. ME. PLEASE”.
A gentleman doesn’t ask twice.
I slipped around the back and released her hands from the rope holding her to the hook in the ceiling. Dragged her to the sink opposite. Bent her over inside of it.
Removed my cock from my underwear and slipped it inside her gaping pussy.
Deep moans echoed from the ceramic sink as I sank deep inside of her. Her thighs quivered. I could feel the walls of her vagina straining around my veiny cock and soon it tried to swallow it as she orgasmed again.
It was too much for me and I exploded inside of her when she came for a third time. I draped myself over her as she shook and writhed on the countertop with her head in the sink.
As I got myself dressed back into my suit, she had dragged herself into the living room. Collapsed onto the sofa. Breathing heavily.
I gave her a kiss on the top of her head. Her breasts and hands were still tied. A present to her husband on his return home.
A single red rose adorned the coffee table as I left.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/duh6nb/mf_this_sounds_kinda_weird_but_2