How it all started:
I am a recently divorced mom, short and chunk mom bod, 5’2″ 125lb 36C, living a lifetime of being repressed and needing to finally live my true self. We were talking and it was very late 1am and we were so turned on talking about me being used by strangers, shared and used. He asked me to find something to wear, and me being caught up in the moment went along, i didn’t have anything really racy that worked so after some creative ideas, we settled on the lace nighty on top that i had, and a mostly see-thru wrap mini skirt that I had for over my swimsuit for the bottom, and nothing on under, it was obvious i was horny and too obvious in the right light that everything was out there for anyone to see….
I honestly decided after some reluctance about being so close to home and in the city I grew up in and raised our son in, attend church in, but my hormones were not letting me think straight, so I decided on the small dirty bar 2 blocks away and I would walk there barefoot cause of how vulnerable it made me feel…
The Messages:
Me – OMG, ok I made it. Barefoot maybe wasn’t the best idea but I love how it makes me feel pathetic
Him – Go inside. Don’t reject any man.
Me – I am inside, there are only 3 guys here, the bar tender, and some guy cleaning up the bathrooms
Him – I hope we didn’t wait too late
Me – Me too, the one guy is cleaning the ladies bathroom, I’m going to try and go in there see what he says. Do you think I should do anything, or say anything?
Him – Drifting off and leaving you all alone there soon…. I want a full report of everything that happens
Me – I will. I love making you happy ? Wish me luck, I am going to act drunk and lost
Him – Good Girl!
The Report:
OMG YES!!!
I just got home, thank you so so much for pushing me forward to doing this. The good news is that I didn’t recognize any of the men that were there last night so i wont have to deal with that.
I am going to get showered and then will be back to let you know what all happened. :)
I thought about staying the way I was, but figured being home, I better clean up, I cant wait for the day I can stay smelling of sex and dried cum as long as you want me too.
After i came out of the bathroom, they were all kind of still watching me, and i think that’s when they realized I wasn’t really wearing something appropriate and barefoot. The 3 guys that were in there that were not workers kind of asked if I needed anything and i sort of faked that I was tipsy and stumbled over to them. I realized I might have made a mistake playing the too drunk card, I assume it put them on more worried about getting in trouble for doing something without consent. I think this is where having someone like you there to tell them its what we want and me not being dumb and acting all drunk. I was worried I messed it all up cause the guys were actually trying to help me and care for me, not a lot of touching even, so I was starting to worry It was all my fault for being so dumb. The thing that i think saved it was I was starting to not act as drunk and it was already at closing time…. The good old cleaning crew guy who I guess was the extra bartender earlier in the night was eventually the one that came thru for us. I am guessing he was able to recognize that I wasn’t really drunk and likely seen enough people to know what i was looking for. In the end I realized that having someone there to like having you set it up setting expectations for them being able to use me and take me will eliminate that issue with guys worried they will get in trouble.
On to him taking the lead, they did get me a drink but it was just sparkling water and juice cause they were all being helpful, but it was closing time and Allen, the guy that was cleaning up said he knew me and would take me home, so the three guys all headed out. That is were i got excited, cause i know i didn’t recognize him and there was no way he knew me, so he had to have been playing it off to get rid of the other guys and have me there alone while he closed up the bar…..
It was a bit nerve racking at that point, he was being coy with me, i was nervous alone and felt the risk and fear of what i was doing. My heart was racing and my head spinning with the fear and excitement of the unknown, and of course, I could not stop my body from causing my wetness from dripping down my legs, I was so wet!!! to be honest, I am glad as much as I was nervous about not wearing panties, it would have been uncomfortable to have them so soaked, so going without was refreshing and embarrassing, because I don’t know if he could but I could smell my juices along with feeling it running down my legs to the bar stool.
He finally, as he was finished up doing what he needed to for closing, asked me what i was really looking for. He said he has been around enough to know I was not drunk and dressed as I was, asked if I am looking to get fucked. I don’t even think i said anything, i vaguely remember nodding along to him as I watched him moving around the bar, he seemed to know what I was there for, and hearing him say it that way, “to get fucked” made me feel like suck a complete whore, and he just took his time, it was so humiliating waiting for him like a piece of meat to be eaten, he made me wait there for what felt like an hour but i know was only minutes.
As he finished up he would make comments, not even really asking me anything, but just how I looked and was dressed, its like it was all to see how i would react and like I said, I never really said anything just staring at him nodding, I can only assume now that it had to have shown him that i was so submissive I didn’t question or contradict what he said what he pointed out, they were just facts that he could all tell from how i presented myself so desperate for the attention of the other guys, and then the silent acknowledgement of his observations of me….
:) I am so wet already reliving this. Thank you so so much for this!
I am so so sorry love, Its taking me this long to get to the good stuff….
When he finished, he called me over to him, I am sure i looked pathetic as I just quietly walked over to him, I think he could tell in my eyes, i was at that point begging for attention, I had been sitting there watching him with my heart pounding out of my chest and my legs rubbing together as the juices were running down to the stool i was on. He didn’t say anything when i got to him, he just reached up and grabbed a full hand of my hair while he kissed me on the lips shoving a tongue in my mouth. I didn’t even realize at that point that his other hand was sliding up my leg checking or at least verifying what he thought, that I wasn’t wearing anything, and as he got his rough hands between my legs that i was already dripping wet, barely remember him pulling my head back as he looked at me in the eyes, mine opening as he did that to see the look on his face… it was amazing, a mix of realization I was already wet, confirming for him how much i wanted and needed this, but also that there was no fight in me, no hesitation to push him away or stop him…
It went so fast and was so much a blur standing there in this dim lit bar as he pressed his lips back to mine with his tongue pushing into my mouth, I felt him forcefully shove what i think were 2 or 3 fingers into me, I remember gasping, i am sure giving him every indication that I welcomed everything he was doing to me, and more.
He pressed harder against me and at that time i realized he was moving me across the floor, when my back rested against one of the tables, his hand letting go of my hair sliding down and around my neck as he used that to push me back, onto the table, leaving my eyes closed and my mouth and tongue reaching for his as he did this, i am sure looking pathetic as my eyes slowly opened realizing what position he had me in, his fingers still fully inserted in me pulling my bottom up onto the table like a sack of beans hoisted by my slippery cunt and neck. I didn’t realize at the time, but I know everything my body was doing was telegraphing my every desire, the begging eyes as i feel his hands around my throat using that to slide me up further, the way my legs pulled up, opening and spreading without any thought….
He didn’t take much time to move between my legs and push my poor excuse for a shirt up to fully expose my already visible breasts, his mouth and teeth biting and pulling at my aroused and erect nipples, the pulling and tugging of them using his teeth as he continued to work his big meaty fingers in and out of my slippery hole. I didn’t even purposely think about what i was doing, i just listened as my body reacted hearing my own moans and gasps and soft screams at the invasion and the painful bites to my nipples and breasts, like listening in on someone else, I knew it was giving him every indication that i was his for the taking, and there was nothing I would do to stop him from using me to meet every pleasure he needed…
Just as the beginning was a blur, I remember him unbuckling his pants and removing his belt while he was still thrusting his fingers inside of me, the feelings changing over time as I think he added a finger or two. He suddenly and in a single movement stopped and used both his hands to slide the belt around my neck, he pulled on the end to make sure it was snug as he used his other hand to position his cock at my opening. The motion was fast and sudden, his hand still slippery with my juices clamped down over my mouth as he pushed himself deep into me. Feeling his body slam against my thighs before i realized I was screaming and moaning into his hand as I took every inch of him in one wonderful instant of intense pain and pleasure! I could feel my eyes role back in my head as my body which jerked up from the onslaught relaxed and settled onto the table as he mercilessly thrust-ed and pounded me over and over. My breathing and moans subsided enough for him to remove his hand and grab for the belt giving it a good pull taking me back against his thrusts.
I don’t know how long he continued to pound and hammer my insides, his mouth and teeth at times going between my mouth and my breasts and nipples, all aching and red from his rough stubble. I had my eyes closed at the point he had my legs pushed up and had been able to grab my feet together in one hand with me folded in half on that table taking a strange mans cock deep inside of me, no condom, no names, purely there for him to use and take every pleasure he wanted from me. And that is what he did. Holding my legs and feet against my body i felt him slow his pace, i didn’t even realize he had come out i was so wet and so engulfed in the moment until I felt the intense pain and pressure of him pressing his cock against my asshole, it was only for a moment before i felt that pain and pressure grow from my opening to my insides as he shoved it hard and deep into my ass using my own juices, those ever telling juices of what secrets my body desired allowing him to penetrate easily….
The rest of the time there he switched easily between my holes, and had at several points flipped me over to my stomach, my legs hanging over the tables edge as he pushed me down into the table, the cold of the wood feeling wonderful against the redness of my breasts. It had felt like hours, he took his time and used every part of me. The utter exhaustion of it all setting in to an already amazing night of meeting a life partner, a soul mate in kink that talked me out of my fears of going out, then used all that wonderful energy of all the amazing conversations, and plans of the future to guide me to this wonderful moment finding exactly what i needed at that time. A cock and man to take me, use me and make me feel like the whore and slut i am. :)
When he was done, i laid there falling asleep. it was amazing, and to be honest, how he just finished and got dressed leaving me there spread wide, dripping, used and spent like a complete whore a slut with no inhibitions taken and exposed … mmm waiting for the next one to take her holes :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ibppl2/f_directed_to_find_a_stranger_to_fuck_by_an