I [m]ade out with a great singer at a karaoke bar and we savagely [f]ucked later

I had to open a bottle of wine for this one as I sit alone with my thoughts and the four walls during quarantine, which has undoubtedly lead my mind to some of the hottest sex I’ve had recently. If you just want to get to the sexy stuff, scroll down to this bit ******************…

A bit about me, I’m early 30’s, single, white, 6’2”, long brown hair, blue eyes, and in decent shape from a climbing habit I’ve had the past five years. I’ve posted photos once or twice on this account if you feel like sleuthing.

Montana is mid-20’s, an olive-skinned mulatto with large D breasts, wild frilly hair that went all over the place, a full set of lips, and a delectably fat ass. I’m typically attracted to women on the more petite side, and Montana was a thiccer woman than my previous girlfriends, but I was really turned on by something in her gaze.

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It was a Saturday when a buddy had called and invited me out to celebrate his birthday. I’d occupied the day by getting work done, then climbing, and was planning to spend the evening home, smoking bowls and watching Netflix or Hulu.

I was almost unmovable and home-bound for the evening until he’d bluntly said, “dude, it’s my 40th fucking birthday. Come sing some goddamn karaoke.”

I put pants on and took an Uber to one of *the* karaoke spots in town.

When I’d arrived, a handful of our friends were already buzzed. I knew I had to catch up and bought myself a beer and a shot, as well as a shot for the birthday boy.

Fast forward past a few beers and shitty karaoke songs, and I see her come into the bar, and she takes notice of me as well. We’ll call her Montana.

We catch eyes, I smirk at her as I’m mid-conversation with a friend.

Also, Montana could really fucking sing. Like, was supposed-to-be-a-professional-singer type of sing. I don’t know where or how her path diverged, but I later found out she used to strip after college, and that Montana preferred stripping to her singing career.

At some point, while I’m mid-conversation one of Montana’s guy friends comes over to me and starts chatting. He was gay, so I was just waiting for him to make his move, so I could drop the
“I’m flattered, but don’t play for that team” bit. But, when he did invite me to his table, he said *it was* Montana that wanted to say, “Hi.”

I mosey over, introduce myself to the table of six, plant next to Montana, and immediately we start bantering back and forth. I mean, she was even laughing at my shitty puns. Game on.

We’d been at the karaoke bar for a while, and I was going back and forth between shooting the shit with her group of friends and mine.

At one point, my buddy was karaoke-ing “Tequila” (yeah… for real) and I looked at Montana. She stared back into my eyes with her big browns, and leaned in to kiss me. We started making out pretty hardcore for a few seconds, but pulled back before it got too raucous. We were in front of everyone at the bar and table.

She told me I should take her number and give her a call sometime. She and her friends were leaving for another club.

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I left the karaoke bar alone and bummed a smoke from one of the patrons. I was about to Uber home, but figured I’d text Montana, “I want you. Now.”

Moments later, she responded, “Mmhmmm. My address is [ADDRESS REDACTED].”

By the time I showed up, she and her friends had arrived to her place to take some more shots before going to some dance club.

I took the shots, and while I was watching the five of them figure out what to do next, I was *really* hoping Montana would bail.

Not too long after, Montana said, “I don’t think I’m going to make it to the club. *Meh3389*, if I stayed home, would you hang out?”

I fucking nodded, *yes*. Immediately.

The friends left, and we moved to the couch. We talked about something trivial and utterly irrelevant to what we both really wanted. At one point, she was mid-sentence, talking, and just stopped. Montana, just… looked into my eyes.

Within seconds we began to make out.

She was kissing me deep lust and so longfully. After a few minutes making out, we caught our breath and began moving to the bedroom.

Intwined in one another, we bumped against walls and into doorframe before finally falling over each other onto her bed, where we started to tear off each others clothes in between all of the kissing.

Montana is a fiery and type-A personality but she really desired to be taken more dominantly. I don’t mean like whips, leather, and BDSM, but… When I nibbled on her lip and pulled her hair back to kiss her neck, she let me take complete control and melted in any direction I lead her.

While we’re making out on her bed, I took my shirt off, then her shirt and bra off. I shimmied out of pants, socks, and shoes as quickly as possible, in that way that dudes do (because there’s no way we can make taken our bottom clothing off look sexy). Meanwhile, I managed to also take off Montana’s jeans.

We’re both in our underwear only, and I’m fingering her very wet pussy, while she’s fondling my fully erect boner. While we were rolling around and using our hands to explore each other, I managed to get out of my boxer briefs and Montana’s black lacy thong off her body.

While we’re lying down, I’m fingering her, and she’s stroking my cock with her hand. I got up on my knees to reach for a condom, and my dick went close to her face. (In the past, I’ve made this move to get a blowjob before we start fucking, but at this point, I was earnestly reaching for a condom. My dick just happened to be near her face, honest accident.)

She looked up at me with a pseudo-incredulous face and said, “wouldn’t you like it if I sucked your dick. You’d be so lucky.”

At that point, there was no way Montana *wasn’t* going to fellate my swollen member.

I slapped her ass, grabbed a handful of her frizzy hair, and said, “for talking back to me, now you’re going to suck my cock.” And with no resistance at all, I guided her head to my dick, which she’d begun to engorge with great enthusiasm.

For a girl who just a few seconds earlier told me my dick would go nowhere near her mouth, she sure was sucking me off like she fucking enjoyed it.

Amidst the bliss of an enthusiastic blowjob, I’d managed to grab the condom.

I grabbed a fistful of Montana’s hair, removed her mouth from my body, and kissed her deeply as I put the condom on. I guided Montana to get on her back, as I put most of my weight on my arms like I was going to do a pushup and slunk over her body positioning myself between her legs.

Once in missionary, I slid into her and she gasped, which was met by a guttural moan of my own. And, we started to fucking ravage each other immediately.

There was so much writhing and sliding and grinding that we got lost in ourselves. We were rolling all over the bed.

We fucked so savagely that we fell off Montana’s bed, and ended on the ground. She was still on bottom and I was top, but I’d pinned her in such a way, that it was a struggle for her to get out of that position… at that point, she was so engulfed that I just pounded her in place until she’d moaned in my ear and told me she’d come, then nibbled on my earlobe.

We got back onto the bed, and I flipped her on her stomach but lifted her left leg out and to the side – a sort of mixture between prone and doggy style position. While her face, belly, and lovely tits were facing down on the bed, I was fucking her behind as she titled her ass into the air as much as she was able. I grabbed Montana’s ass and pulled her into me as I drilled as deep as possible with each thrust.

I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and while I slapped her ass. Montana responded by inching back into my body each time I thrust into her.

All of this was taking me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” I exhorted.

Montana looked back at me and said, “don’t stop fucking me until you cum.”

I increased my rhythm faster and faster, and began to feel my stomach and balls tightening up. At the point of no return, I’d tilted my head upward like a howling wolf and shuttered my eyes close as I unloaded weeks of unspent cum in that orgasm.

Afterward, we both collapsed into her bed, but ended up laying on the mattress sideways (as opposed to head-to-feet like normal). She asked me, “so, what’s your deal?”

I had just started dating another girl that I was pretty into at the time, so Montana and I didn’t hook up again. Which, is a damn shame. Because the other girl didn’t work out, and I quite often think about the time I fucked the ex-stripper who could fucking wail.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g0c1a6/i_made_out_with_a_great_singer_at_a_karaoke_bar