[MF] One Thing I Am Not Is Quiet

I came across r/OverheardSex the other day, and damn. There is some alright stuff on there. Haha, actually thought about asking my boyfriend if we could put something up, but I haven’t done that yet… This post will be a great way to start that conversation lol.

Anyhow, that subreddit got me thinking about how loud I am and a few times I’ve had to try so hard to be quiet. One of which was a month or so ago when I had a friend sleeping in my livingroom. Didn’t want to be the kind of rude host to intrude on another’s sleep with loud sex of course. However, I didn’t know how quiet I could be and abstaining from dick is a no go.

I had a friend over who I hadn’t seen in months. Even living several states away he was my closest actual friend due to a move not too long ago by me. So of course I had to invite my new boyfriend over to meet him. I figured the two would nerd out about video games, and while I only understand a fraction of all that, we would all have a good time.

Both showed up and my friend brought liquor. Such a great friend for real; he made margaritas. The two of them nerded out a bit before dinner as expected and then the drinks set in. It was an all around great evening apart from some crappy comedy they chose to watch as we ate haha.

As alcohol tends to do, conversations went from nerdy shit to deeper stuff. Somewhere along the way it also made a stop at sex and attraction, but nothing too wild was shared there. What alcohol typically does for me is make me hella horny. Gah, give me tequila shots and rock music and I’ll fuck forever. I’m talking like Bad Girlfriend by Theory and I Get Off by Halestorm kind of tunes.

The night wore on and everything was good though. I was just trying to decide if I could actually be quiet enough to initiate sex later haha. Try as I might to focus on the conversation, that’s where my mind kept going. Anyhow, my friend might have drank a little more than the other two of us and so he eventually drifted off. I think I waited all of five minutes to see if he would stay asleep as I quickly tidied up and let my boyfriend know we were going to bed.

Now my bed’s box spring has got to be the most abused and obnoxious sounding one in existence. I desperately need to replace that, but it certainly doesn’t diminish the hell I put it through. My neighbors have got to hate me and I pray the old guy upstairs is half deaf. I love a good rough fuck though and so my concern for all said neighbors goes right out the window when I’m horny.

We made it to the bedroom and got settled in. I had previously mentioned my fear that I couldn’t be quiet enough for this kind of fun to take place. Still I couldn’t resist though and I started rubbing my boyfriend. He briefly gave me that look of, “Oh so you think you can do this?” Half a second later he was on top of me, we’re making out, and I could feel his erection through his shorts as my panties began to dampen.

My boyfriend’s weight was then pushing down on me and I couldn’t wait any longer. With pleading eyes I gasped, “Please fuck me,” between kisses. Of course he obliged and after peeling away our clothes he entered my soaking wet, tight, little pussy in one swift stroke. Mhmm, I love that man.

Despite that initial roughness he eased up immediately. Quiet isn’t my specialty and the rougher he gets the louder I tend to be. Not to mention my bed squeaks something terrible. A few minutes in he got that wild look in his eye, and I knew I was in for it. It’s the look he gives me before delivering the best poundings of my life.

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me, one holding my head seemingly to keep me in place. That put the moaning whimpering mess that was me right in his ear and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he picked up the pace. Every ounce of my being wanted to cry out in pleasure and beg him to keep using my pussy like that, but I couldn’t because I’d have no control over the volume. So instead my mouth opened to give way to silent moans and I bit my lip now and again because I must do something to remember to keep quiet. As the bed started to creak and he was feverishly pumping in and out of me I found myself needing more and wound up biting his arm to muffle my cries of pleasure. His response, “That’s my good girl. Whatever you need to keep quiet.”

Seconds later I was pushing him off for I wanted him to really use me. I needed for him to pound me mercilessly and so we moved to the floor. That way only I have to be kept quiet and not the bed too. The floor gave him the angle and depth to really push me over the edge as he wrapped his hand around my throat. Seconds later I felt him join me in that orgasmic bliss as his hot seed filled me up.

It was a few minutes after while just holding each other that I realized how counterintuitive our move had been. We ventured nearer the door to the livingroom and not further away.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/haz4c4/mf_one_thing_i_am_not_is_quiet