M almost didn’t come up.
I live in a red light district, and he was alarmed at the number of sex workers around my building. He thought I was scamming him. I managed to convince him to come up with a selfie of me in my lingerie.
Thank God I did.
He broke out the green, gave me some for my pipe, and rolled a spliff. We smoked and talked. He rolled a second spliff. He kissed me hard but said we should finish smoking before moving to the bedroom.
Then he touched me.
The very first thing he did was lift my hood and directly stimulate my clit, softly at first and then harder and harder as I quivered and moaned.
He put in a finger. Another. Another. He went after my g-spot with strokes like hummingbird wings. He pounded me with with hand. I screamed. I squirted for only the second time in my life. He wouldn’t stop. Again, he lifted my hood and licked my clit. Played with it with his teeth. Rubbed it harder and harder and harder while I rolled around.
Then we moved to the bedroom.
We began with a blow job. I didn’t get much done before he told me he wanted to fuck me.
He laid me down and went inside and almost immediately started pounding. His angles were perfect. He was constantly hitting my g-spot, moving my legs everywhere to get deeper now and then tighter.
Doggy time. He asked me to turn around. His doggy-style was just as good. Hard and fast, harder and faster than anyone before.
Then he jumped off to finger me again. Again, more and more fingers. I think he used 4. I squirted again, I think several times.
He went inside again, and I moaned.
Then it was his turn. I gave him a beautiful 8-minute blow job. Deepthroating, balll-sucking, everything I could give him to thank him for the spectacular journey he’s just taken my body on.
Then, he asked me to ride him.
Now, I am not very good at riding. It’s my sexual weakness. I cum too hard too much and lose my concentration.
This happened less than 2 minutes in. He asked if I was okay, and I told him I came so hard I could barely move.
From then on, he did all the work. Every time I started to take control to pleasure him he’s fuck me harder instead until I melted into pleasure so deep I couldn’t move properly. All I could do was cum, moan, and squirt.
He asked me if I wanted more. It was one of the very few times in my life I was truly satisfied, and I wanted to experience him cumming.
He still gave me more. Pounded me hard again, throwing my legs all over.
He finished hard. Felt amazing inside me.
Then he took a shower while I recovered. We went back to the living room, and he started to roll another spliff. I asked if we could smoke the pipe instead since I’m quitting cigarettes, and he filled my pipe and kept rolling the spliff for himself.
As soon as we were done, he said he had something to do and left. Said he’ll text when he’s free, and I believe him.
It was the perfect hookup.
I’ll probably be able to squirt again now that he’s gotten me used to it. My sex life will forever be better for this night.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/mboi7h/the_best_lay_of_my_life_mf