Make sure to read part 1 first.
Last time we left off, I was on my way to dinner at my mom’s house, but decided to swallow a stranger’s load twice in the backseat of my car on the way there (for continuity purposes, I’ll call him Gabe). I pretended like everything was normal, pretending like I didn’t just unleash my inner slut moments before arriving. We proceeded like every other time I’ve been over for dinner. My sister and I helped cook, and we decided to eat sitting on the couch while watching the Food Network.
By 9:00pm, I could tell my mom was getting sleepy. The thrill of whoring myself out to a stranger was starting to fade. Wanting to keep that flame alive, I started messaging Gabe again. We chatted for a bit. He told me that I was really good, and he was getting hard at the thought of feeding me another load. Wanting more, I decided to go for it. “You still up for another round after I leave my mom’s?”
Thus, we starting planning where we would meet up… again. I told him that there were plenty of empty parking spaces in the lot of the condo development my mom lives in. He said that might be good. Then he sent me another pic of his gorgeous cock, rock hard like before. I started to remember how he tasted, and I started to get hard. I crossed my legs in an effort to try and hide it from my mom and sister. Pretty soon, my mom started yawning loudly, which was the tell-tale sign that she was getting ready for bed. I decided to start putting on my shoes and my coat, all while messaging Gabe, dropping a pin of my location and telling him where to park. I said my goodnights, jittery with excitement, and I left.
A minute later, I see Gabe’s car pulling up. He parked a few spots over from me. I began to walk over to him. He got out and walked around the back to meet me. “Hey,” he said, smiling. “Hey,” I replied. We walked up to each other, and we gave each other a quick kiss. It was as casual as if we had been doing this sort of thing for years. We hopped into the backseat of his car and picked up where we had left off.
We took each others’ faces in our hands and began to make out. He smelled a little more like weed than he had a few hours ago. After a minute, I slid a hand down to his crotch, squeezing and tugging over his pants. I felt it twitching, half hard. I slipped my hand beneath the waistband and began feeling it and exploring its contours with my fingers. He lifted himself up and helped me pull his pants all the way down, exposing his uncut cock. I hungrily leaned over and took his half-hard cock in my mouth. I began swirling my tongue around the tip, then bobbing my head up and down feeling it grow harder and harder. Once I knew he was at full staff, I popped him out of my mouth and just rested my head on his thigh. I just slowly stroked it, marveling at how veiny it was. “You really like it, don’t you?” he asked under his breath. I simply nodded, reaching out with my tongue to lick up and down his shaft, and then go down to suck on his balls as I jerked him off. He threw his head back and moaned loudly.
I raised myself up, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply as I continued to stroke his cock. This cycle continued. He grabbed the back of my head and my neck. He called me a good boy when I deepthroated his cock. He moaned the loudest when he heard my gagging. He patted the side of my face when I came up for air, as if I was a dog who just obeyed a command. We continued until he came in my mouth, and I swallowed all of it.
Over the course of forty-five minutes, we repeated this two more times. Making out, jerking off, deepthroating, gagging, blowing a load in my mouth, and then swallowing it all. In total, I swallowed his cum five times that day. After the last time, I saw that his cock wasn’t growing hard again like it did before. So I sat back, panting, amazed at myself. The windows of his car were so foggy I could barely make out the shape of the car next to us. He pulled his pants back up, and we decided to talk. He seemed sweet. We exchanged Snapchat info, chatted about random things, showed each other memes. I checked the time and saw it was getting late. So I gave him one last kiss, promised to see him again, and then got out of his car and drove back to my dad’s. Little did I know this was day one of serving as Gabe’s personal slut. To date, I’ve swallowed his load so many times I’ve lost count. Stick around for part 3, where he decided to get handsy with my ass.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l63b7x/how_i_became_a_strangers_slut_mm_part_2