That one time I (21) [F] let a guy make me his cumslut

I’m 22 (was 21 then), 5”4 brunette, pretty muscular and thin, and a couple months ago, I used to go out and drink a lot, and it never failed to let my inner slut go wild. I still consider myself a lesbian, but that one night of drunken sex never fails to make me horny when I think back on it.

One summer night, I was at my favorite bar with a friend, enjoying maybe a couple too many drinks after what had been a very tiring week. From afar, I had noticed this guy, maybe a bit older than me. Attractive guy, but not what I was looking for. Or so I thought. We talked for a bit while sharing a cigarette, where I learned that he was 26, still a student and single.

Not caring about it that much, I said my goodbyes as it was getting late, and started walking home. I don’t know if it was the alcohol, but I felt a wave of panic at the idea of going back home and ran back to the bar. My friend greeted me with open arms and comforted me, and that guy from earlier was standing next to her.

He hugged me, and something inexplicable to me, a lesbian, happened. I wanted that man. And from the bulge I could feel growing against my upper thigh, I knew he wanted me too. It all seemed so blurry, but I was now in a horny frenzy and I knew I needed for him to fuck me. We carefully rubbed on each other for a couple seconds, but our intentions were clear.

We looked into each other’s eyes for an instant, excused ourselves out of the bar, and started walking down the street. He’d whisper into my ear about all the ways he was going to destroy my pussy, which normally would have made me irk, but somehow made me so eager to have his cock. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter. After walking and teasing me for 10mn, he pinned me up against a wall and kissed me. It was rough, indelicate and I loved everything about it. He stared deep into my eyes and told me that I was a very lucky girl, for he had received his test results 2 days before and could fuck me raw.

That made me lose any sense of reality I still had at that point. My desire for him was devouring me. We hopped in an Uber to his place, and of course, as soon as I had my seatbelt on, I felt his left hand open my pants, and quickly get under my panties. The driver tried to have a discussion with us, and of course I was the one who had to answer – as soon as my muffled moans and heavy breathing would calm down. I was extremely embarrassed for that poor driver, but too horny to truly care about what he thought of me. There I was, getting fingered by a man on the backseat of an uber.

We finally got to his flat, and I could feel my legs grow weaker and weaker in anticipation as I climbed up the stairs to the second floor. It was happening. We sat in his living room for a bit, and after he excused himself to a quick shower, I took it upon myself to undress and sit in my lingerie on his windowsill. I’ll never forget the smile he had when he came back. He told me I was a little slut for showing myself through the window, turned me around so that I was facing the street, pushed my panties to the side and went back to fingering me. I was so wet it felt as if I was sucking his fingers in. He was hitting all the right spots with incredible facility. I heard myself begging for his dick, and he immediately carried me to his bed. There, we lost what was left of our clothes, and after a painfully long minute of him rubbing the full length of his cock on my clit, he finally was inside me.

The rest of the night is all a blur. We had sex for so long I lost track of time. I was begging and begging for him to come inside my tight pussy, but he’d always pull out at the last second to explode on my stomach, my face or my hair. When I was covered in cum, he carried me to his shower, still fucking me, and got me off his cock and on my knees only so that I could wash my hair. He did shove his dick into my mouth for a while, but I was quick with my washing and soon got up.

He spanked me as I did, told me to go and bend over on his living room couch and to wait for him. And I did, obedient little slut that I am. I didn’t have to wait for long before I felt his thick member fill me up again. He felt so good inside of me, almost too big. He was stretching me and didn’t care about how I felt. I was his to use, and I loved it. I felt so defenseless under his muscular body, so fragile, and he was pounding me, spanking my ass so hard at the same time.

He got tired of fucking me on his couch and carried me back to his bedroom, only this time he didn’t throw me on the bed, just kept standing and pumping into me, and I begged for him to finally fill me up, I was going mad over not feeling him erupt inside of me. I called myself his little slut, his obedient whore, his cumslut that deserved to be filled with his sperm, and that did it for him. I felt his dick pumping inside of me, my insides finally coated, and he kept pounding me, which sent me over the edge and made me orgasm at once, after a whole night of not being able to cum.

He put me down on the bed, laying on my stomach, but immediately grabbed my hips to fuck me in doggy. That’s when I felt his dick push against my asshole and marveled at this guy’s stamina. He never needed a break. He slowly pushed himself inside of my ass using both of ours cums as lube, and once I could feel his whole girth inside, he started moving, slowly at first, but soon he was plowing my ass and I was screaming in pain and pleasure. I rubbed my clit while he destroyed my ass, and he came inside, again. At that point, it was 5 am, and I needed to be home by 8. When I woke up at 7am, I felt him rubbing his cock against my ass, and immediately took him inside of me for one last ride. He came inside of me once again, and after collecting my stuff, I got dressed and never saw him again. I spent the day feeling his loads leak out of me.

I never really told anyone about it, mostly because since then I haven’t been attracted to any other guy and don’t want to be asked too much questions about what appears to be a strong cum and creampie fetish.

He did manage to find me on fb a couple weeks ago and sent me a message suggesting that we should maybe spend another night together.

I might just text him. I really miss being his cumslut.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/f4ye14/that_one_time_i_21_f_let_a_guy_make_me_his_cumslut