I had sex with a stranger [m/f]

This would have been about ten years ago, when I was 25. I met this guy at a very sex-friendly con event, he wasn’t even part of the convention, he was just staying in the hotel, liked the energy of the events, and decided to join in.

Rumors were swirling about this guy, who was he? He had a vaguely dangerously vibe to him, just from sheer dint of the fact that he wasn’t part of the con. He was about 35, wearing a business suit and had a quiet intensity. Brown hair. Tall, kinda lanky. He had a haunted, hungry look, but only in brief flashes. Mostly he seems reserved. He seemed so vanilla, that his willingness to involve himself in the frenetic energy of us 20something sex fiends was notable. He was intense, aloof, and had an unsexy old man name like Walter or Bernard. He watched his surroundings like he was studying us.

Several other women wanted to seduce him. My con-roommate tried but ended up getting distracted by a flogging demonstration instead. Somehow or other I ended up in the elevator with Walter or Bernard or Albert. I was interested in him but not as much as some of the other women had been. (Seriously I cannot describe how intriguing he was to, like, all of us. Rumors swirled: he was in the Mafia, he was a serial killer, he was a sociopath looking for his first murder victim, he was a newly awakened sadist looking to go beyond the pale, he was an Amish on Rumspringer, etc. Nobody could agree on his accent. One girl said he sounded like he had almost but not quite lost a Russian accent, another woman said he had a hint of Barcelona, I thought he had that Mid-Atlantic accent popular in the early movies, like Katherine Hepburn)

He was closer to the elevator buttons than I was, or something. I don’t remember why but I asked him to press the button for my floor. He said “No. You’re coming with me to my room first.”
“Oh, really?” I tried to be jokingly sassy with him because I’m just a slutty brat at heart, but he didn’t give me anything. He got off the elevator and didn’t look back to see if I was following.
I had to run to keep up, tottering a bit on my giant chunky-heel thigh-high boots.

When we got to his room, he led me inside. Told me, “You’re going to take off that ridiculous dress.” It was a black pleather zip dress with electric blue piping I had added myself because I was doing a Cyberpunk thing. I started to tell him his dumb suit was what was ridiculous, but instead I just… did it.

I stood there, no dress, no bra, wearing just a thong, fishnet garters, and boots. He hadn’t even loosened his tie. I sat on the bed, in what was probably an awkward position because I was trying to take off my boots while still being at a flattering angle and I’m kind of clumsy so that’s not really possible. He stopped me. “You’ll keep it on.” I did.

And suddenly his mouth was on mine, his hands were all over me. I felt like a forest fire of lust had suddenly flared inside me, and I started grabbing him, clawing at his clothes. I never felt such animal desperation before, like his body was water and I was burning for him. He pushed my soaking thong to one side and started fingering me. I reacted instantly, grinding my body against his, panting. I felt his hard cock under his pants, my hands desperately fumbling with his belt as he kept teasing me with his fingers.

He moved my hands away from him, gently redirecting them to my cunt. “You’re going to touch yourself now.” I complied, biting my lip in frustration, watching him take off his clothes, the whole time thinking, “I don’t want MY hands. I don’t want HANDS at all!”

After an eternity, he finally took off his pants, revealing an average sized but incredibly rigid erection. I’m pretty sure he could have hammered nails with that thing. He watched me watching him, touching myself while desperately wishing it was him. “You want this,” he said, and even though it wasn’t a question I still breathed, “Yes! Oh please yes.”

As he started walking towards me, I bent over to get a condom out of my boot. He held me where I was bent down, my ass in the air, and started stroking his cock against me, rubbing it on my wet pussy.

I gasped, started to say ,”No, we need a condom,” when I felt his hot breath in my ear, his voice a breathy command. “We won’t need that. You’re such a good girl and you don’t want anything to be a barrier between us, right?” He had been rubbing his dick against my pussy as he asked that, just circling the folds of my lips. Just when he said “Right?” I backed up, shifted my hips for him to slide his cock into me. He gasped as just the tip entered me, enveloping his head in wetness,and then he plunged all the way in,in one firm thrust. I cried out in shock and pleasure, spread my legs more, arched my back further, and started rocking and swaying in the most ancient dance.

I cannot tell you how long we fucked, or how many times I came. Everything was a blur, wave after wave of pleasure as he crashed into me, a force of nature. He was an expert explorer, finding new paths to ecstasy, breathing commands in gentle whispers as I lost myself entirely in the pleasure he gave me, and in the pleasure I could feel myself giving him.

Some time later, the bed was soaked (I’m a squirter) and my boots had vanished, my useless underwear had been ripped off, and my chest was sticky where he has cum the first time, and we were going at it–still? Again? No way to tell, time was meaningless. It all felt so unreal, or maybe everything **else** felt unreal, and the only reality was the wild, reckless abandon of fucking. His hard cock plunging into me,forcing my legs spread further and further and he drilled me. My ankles were around his ears as he drove his dick so deep into my pussy that I saw stars. “Oh fuck, oh yes, oh god, yes!” I gasped and whispered and shouted and moaned, my words stringing together a litany in pleasure.
“I’m going to cum inside you,” he breathes, his voice all intensity and power. “You’re such a good girl, you’re going to let me, right?”

“Fuck Christ fuck Yes I need your cum fuck fill me up! God I need it!”

I was thrashing around wildly, nonsensical, cumming endlessly, my cunt throbbing and desperate to feel him fill me up. He turned me over and I bent practically in half, grabbed on to my hips and somehow fucked me even MORE deeply, harder than I thought possible, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain. I felt myself cumming with every thrust as he rammed his dick into me, pounding me with gutteral, feral need, feeling the pleasure inside him build up and build up until at last he burst, filling me up with his cum, claiming me as his conquered conquest.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/miciny/i_had_sex_with_a_stranger_mf