Following on from my [previous post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kt50kh/my_first_time_sucking_cock_and_the_start_of_a_fwb/), I thought I would follow up on our next meeting.
Being 19, at university, and a virgin, I was quite shy from admitting it. At the time, it seemed everyone around me was having sex and I was missing out. I’m originally Middle Eastern, and a Muslim – and part of that mix was that my parents did not really discuss sex very openly with me. But I was curious, and left to my own devices I had already sucked my first cock.
Speaking of my background, I don’t think I described myself – I’m 5’6″, slim and petite, with olive skin and long dark hair. I always liked going to the gym and swimming, so my butt is not huge – but small, round, and cute. And if you guys really want to know – I am 32D.
After I had sucked his cock and left, he had sent me a text lavishing me with compliments with how well I did – and I was smiling like an idiot for the rest of the night. I wanted badly to suggest another meet up, but I was shy.
We saw each other at class the next day. I thought things would be awkward. But there was a chemistry between us – not a romantic one – but a lustful one. He knew his place, and I knew mine. He dominated, and I submitted.
I don’t believe I described him either – He was 6’2″, athletic and well built, light brown hair, and of course charming.
We had a coffee after the lecture, and as soon as he mentioned the previous night I blushed. I hated that. But he said he loved it. He also asked if I was free for the evening – I like to think I kept it cool, but on the inside I was jumping up and down with excitement. There was one thing though – He asked me to wear something nice for him.
Now my casual clothing when I go out is not anything special. Mostly jeans, or long skirts and tops, and a headscarf to cover my hair. I would sometimes wearing leggings/yoga pants under the long skirts on cold days. I was not super religious, and I was keeping up appearances. I did have some nice underwear, including lacy thongs and bras. But I wondered if that was enough…so I went and bought my first pair of black, sheer, hold up stockings.
When I wore the thong and stockings under a long skirt, I loved it. Going to his place, the anticipation, feeling what I was wearing underneath. I felt bad, slutty, and sexy. I began to even get a little wet.
When I got to his place and he opened the door, he smiled. But he didn’t pull me in and kiss me like a passionate lover. We just went to his bedroom, and he sat down on the edge of his bed. And just like that, everything was set. I understood that I will not speak unless I had to, and he will give the orders.
“Did you wear something nice for me?” He asked, gently.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I took of my shoes, then began from the top. Removing my headscarf and letting my long dark hair tumble down. “Wow” was all he said, as I carried on. I removed my sweater, and my shirt. I saw his smile at the bra.
I then unzipped the back of my skirt. He held up his hand, and I stopped.
“Turn around before you get out of that skirt” he said.
I turned facing away from him, and carried on unzipping it. I undid the clasp, and let it fall to my ankles, exposing the tiny thong and stockings that I was wearing.
“God damn…you look good.”
I glanced over my shoulder, “do you like it?”
“I love it.”
He stood up and walked towards me, and placed a finger on my shoulder, tracing it. He kissed my neck softly, and whispered “you’re so delicate, aren’t you?” My breathing grew heavy, and all I could muster was a “yes.” I was already his. I was his the moment I swallowed his load the last time.
His hand went down to my ass, squeezing it. He sucked air in between his teeth, “your ass looks so good in that thong.” And he smacked it. Not hard, but enough to make me jump, and moan.
“Go to the bed, and get on your hands and knees facing me.”
I did as he asked, and he walked up to me, his crotch in my face. He removed his trousers and his cock bounced out. Fully erect. I found myself biting my lip. It was must been around 7 inches, cut, and thick. He kept it all shaved, and it just looked so good…
He ran his hand through my hair, tugging gently, and pulled my face towards his big balls. I started to suck and lick them. His breathing got heavier.
“Ungh, fuck you are good at that. Carry on.”
He let go of my hair and bent down to my ass. He squeezed it, and smacked it again. I moaned. Why did I love it so much?
He then moved my thong to the side, and ran his finger up and down my asshole. He put some pressure, teasing.
“Want a finger in your cute little ass?” He whispered lustfully. One of his balls popped out of my mouth and I gasped, “yes…”
And he inserted it. It did not feel good by itself. But it made me feel naughty. And that is what I liked about it. I started to suck his cock up and down. Trying my hardest to go all the way. But just as before, I gagged.
He pulled away, “fuck, you are going to make me cum again. Lie down on your back now.”
I did as he asked, and he pulled me towards the edge with a burst of strength. I yelped. He removed the thong, then spread my legs and pushed them back towards me. My smooth pussy bare in front of him.
“You’re already so fucking wet.”
He took his cock, and rubbed it up and down, his shaft teasing my clit. I couldn’t help but gasp and moan.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Y-yes…please.” I remember begging. I was sure of what I wanted.
He removed his cock and knelt down, placing his mouth on my little pussy. His tongue digging deep as he teased my clit. I moaned loudly and bucked my hips, “oh my…fuck!”
“Thought I’d surprise you.”
All I could do was gasp and giggle at that. He pulled a condom from the bedside drawer and slipped it on with ease. And then started to slowly, and gently, insert it into my pussy. It was uncomfortable, it was a little painful. But he was gentle, and I wanted badly to please him, and to get fucked. With him holding my legs down, he started to fuck me deeply and slowly. And as he carried on, the waves of pleasure started. He began to gyrate his hips as he thrust in, groaning and moaning.
“You’re so fucking tight….” he’d whisper as he fucked me.
I don’t know how long it was. Time became a funny thing. But as the pleasure began to build, I knew that I needed it a little faster and a little harder. I began to move with him, and he sensed it. He started to pump away, fucking me good, still holding my stockinged legs back with his powerful arms. The pleasure built, and built, and my legs shook as an orgasm washed over me.
He pulled out, slipped off his condom, and stroked a few times as I gasped. He came – several ropes of thick cum shooting out all over my panting, exhausted body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kubh8x/the_second_time_with_my_fwb_anal_teasing_and_a
I am happy that you enjoyed it so much