A few years ago, I had a period between serious relationships where I dated a lot and had some fun adventures. This is the story of one of those adventures.
To create a mental image, here’s a brief description of the two people in this story:
Me: male, 6’5″, average size cock, a little stocky.
Veronica: 5’8″, brunette curly hair, curvy, enormous boobs, very bubbly personality, incredibly submissive.
I’ve never been that into BDSM or aggressive sex. It’s just not me. I’m really laid back, I’m not all that domineering, and I’m not into physical discomfort or punishment. BDSM or anything along those lines is a fun idea for those who like it – it’s just not my thing.
When I met Veronica, that changed a bit. I didn’t want to get into spanking or anything like that. On one of our first dates, we got to talking about sexual fantasies. I’m very open about being a sexual person, and I believe that two people in a relationship should be sexually compatible in order for the relationship to work. She confessed to me that she had a huge fantasy of being used sexually. She loved the idea of someone coming by her place out of the blue uninvited, inviting themselves in, and having using her to get off. All without any pretense of returning the favor – she just wanted to be used.
I filed that tidbit of information away. As I said, anything too aggressive didn’t really appeal to me at the time.
Well, Veronica and I fizzled as a couple. We lacked the chemistry to be good together as a couple. She was very interested in me, but I just didn’t feel the same way about her. And, quite frankly, the sex we had wasn’t great either. After we stopped dating, we mutually agreed to continue having sex while dating other people. Maybe once or twice a week she’d come over to my place (it was always at my place) to have sex. That went on for a few months.
As our FWB relationship was fizzling (remember, our sex wasn’t great and we didn’t have much chemistry anyway), stress in my life was picking up. I work a lot in a pretty demanding field. One week, shit hit the fan at work. I was working 14 hour days, stressed, skipping meals, etc. On the 5th day of that hectic pace, she texted me and asked if she could swing by that night to hang out. I told her no, I was much too busy and stressed. We hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks, and it felt like things were on the verge of stopping altogether. She said she understood, but reminded me that if I changed my mind she would just be at home ready to swing over to my place.
That evening as I was leaving work, I remembered that Veronica had told me of her fantasy of being used. I was feeling extremely frustrated – a sexual release was just what I needed to feel better. So instead of heading home, I drove over to her house.
She answered the door wearing a loose shirt and leggings – she clearly wasn’t expecting to see anyone. Veronica wasn’t the kind of woman who let someone see her without makeup, if you know what I mean. A moment of confusion flitted across her face. Then, without acknowledging or saying anything, she took me by the hand and pulled me into her house.
I knew why I was there. Without waiting to be prompted, I unbuckled my pants and slid them down to my ankles right in the entryway. Then I gently but firmly pushed Veronica down to her knees and pulled her mouth over my quickly stiffening cock. I’m not normally one to get aroused when I’m stressed, but the idea of using her mouth to make myself feel better was starting to turn me on. I looked down into her green eyes and started thrusting my erect cock into her throat – gently at first, then more aggressively. I was warming up to my role in this, and it felt awesome.
As I got more aggressive, I started up with dirty talking. I’ve never been much of a dirty talker, but it just felt right. All the classic porno cliches came pouring out of my mouth:
“You like that, bitch? Take my cock in your mouth, whore.”
After a few minutes, I felt myself getting ready to explode. Veronica was NOT a swallower. The few times she’d blown me in the past she had taken my cock out of her mouth and finished me with her hand. This time I didn’t give her a choice. I kept up my quick and assertive pace of thrusting my cock into her mouth. Without warning, I shot a load of hot cum into her throat. She took it like a champ, swallowing most of the cum, with a few streaks escaping her mouth and running down her chin.
I looked down, and in that moment felt closer to her than I ever had. I grabbed a towel from the kitchen to help her clean up. Then we sat on the couch for half an hour talking and hanging out. Honestly, it was one of the best conversations we had.
After an hour or so, I got up to leave. I told her that I had another long day ahead of me the next day, and that I needed to go home and get some rest.
As I was getting ready to leave, I felt arousal stirring in my cock again. I’ve never been someone who goes twice in such a short amount of time. Some guys can, but I never have. But sure enough, I was feeling deeply aroused again. I knew I needed one more quick session with Veronica before I left.
I walked back to the couch Veronica was sitting on and gave her a look while gently tugging on her shirt. She looked up at me, and without saying a word took her shirt off.
I’m a boob guy, and Veronica always had really nice boobs. Not only were they really big, they were perky and perfectly shaped. I’d always paid really close attention to them when we fucked, and Veronica knew they were a huge turn on for me. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, releasing her perfect tits from their constraints.
As I had done before, I didn’t say anything and pulled down my pants. This time, my cock was already rock hard. I was so horny, even though I had just gotten off half an hour or so before.
I guided Veronica’s hand to my cock, and she started stroking me. I was standing over her, my cock aimed at her chest and face while she was sitting on the couch. After a few moments, she reached over to the end table and pumped a few pumps of hand lotion into them. I’d have preferred lube, but lotion is better than nothing. She grabbed my rock hard dick with her now lubricated hand, and started stroking in earnest.
It took a few minutes, but I started feeling the deep tightening in my balls that signaled I was going to cum. I grunted aggressively, non-verbally encouraging Veronica to stroke faster. Her hand flew up and down my shaft like I’d never seen before. Her grip was exquisite – firm, but soft. Her other hand was playing with her nipples, further driving me wild. With another loud grunt, I blew my second load all over her chest. It wasn’t a ton of cum, but the blast was strong and I shot all over her enormous breasts.
With my second orgasm, I sank down onto the couch totally drained. The stress of work was gone. Our poor chemistry and mostly bland sexual compatibility was an afterthought. I was in bliss.
We got cleaned up, and I left shortly thereafter. We didn’t really say much after the second orgasm. We both knew that I was leaving, and that this was the last time we’d ever see each other. I don’t know how we both knew, but we just did. Veronica did end up texting me a couple more times hoping that I’d change my mind about not wanting to get together. But I’ve never seen her since that night.
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