I shack up with and fuck a woman for a week and a half and never even know her name. [MF]

I’ve almost always had an enjoyable and adventurous sex life, but it really took off with one girlfriend in particular, the first live-in relationship I had. It was hot and intense and kinky. We had little other than sex in common, though. Unfortunately it took us more than 3 years to figure that out, and when the breakup came, it was super ugly. Many of our friends had seen it coming. I didn’t, though, and I was humiliated and angry.

We lived in a resort area in the Caribbean. When we broke up, I found myself scrambling for a place to live, often driving around with my clothes and other stuff in the back seat of my car. Finding apartments there was a pain in the ass under good conditions. These weren’t good conditions. Three times I moved into places that I had to leave within a week or so due to fucked up neighbors or roommate or landlord or whatever. I could have stayed with friends, but I was deeply embarrassed and didn’t want to see any of them. One-night stands with women I don’t know have never really been my thing, but I did this regularly for a while, in part to fuck my troubles away, in part so I could sleep somewhere other that at any of my friends’ places. This made me unhappy and angrier.

One morning I was eating and drinking coffee at a little snack bar wondering if maybe I should sleep in my car or at work. A woman sat down next to me. She was short and kinda heavy, definitely not that great to look at, and around my age, 25yrs old. She had enormous tits, the kind that give women back problems. I don’t remember how or why it happened, but I started unloading on her about my situation. It all just kind of boiled over. I wasn’t very pleasant about it, either.

You can rent a part of my place, she said, it’s small but you’ll have a bed and be undisturbed. This just struck me as weird and I declined, a little rudely. I’ve got a washer and dryer, she added.

This put the matter in a different light. Water on a Caribbean island comes from rainwater. Every house has a cistern to store it. She had some connection to one of the companies that supplied desalinated water for those whose cisterns got low, which was really expensive. But she got her cistern filled for super cheap. This was an incredible luxury. Not even many of the really rich people had washing machines.

Why are you doing this? I said. I could use the money, she said. This didn’t ring true. She was renting me a bed for not much money. What do you care? she said. You’ll have a bed, you can take as long a shower as you want, and you can wash your clothes every day if you want. Fuck it, I said, why not? This was, I’m pretty sure, the longest conversation we ever had.

I paid her right then for 10 days, after which I had a place I could move into. She gave me her key so I could go right over. She said she’d be there a bit later. It was a large efficiency, shaped like an L, a pull-out couch at the end by the door where she said she’d sleep, a bed at the other. In the bend was a small kitchenette. In the crook of the L was a large bathroom with the washer and dryer. There was a drain in the floor and a shower head sticking out of one wall, a not uncommon arrangement there. I put a load of laundry in the machine, then got under the shower. I took a longer shower than I had for a really long time.

I hadn’t bothered to close the door. I heard her get back, then after a few minutes I see her looking in at me showering. She turned red and walked away. I came out naked and wet to see her sitting in the kitchen area. She was embarrassed again. I ignored her. I didn’t even say hello or anything, I just dried off, got dressed, and went to work.

When I got back from work that evening, she was sitting in the kitchenette area. She said hello, but I just grunted at her and walked past. I got undressed right in front of her, then went in to shower. She looked embarrassed yet again, but kept looking. After a few minutes she looked in the bathroom door, watching me wash. I turned towards her and soaped myself up. When I was done, I walked out and dried off as she watched. Her watching made my dick slowly start to get hard.

I walked over to her, my dick still getting harder. I stopped right in front of her, my dick right at her face level. Suck it, I said. She looked up at me. Come on, suck it. She started sucking my dick. Let me see your tits, I said, really only out of curiosity at their size. She pulled her shirt and bra off. They were even bigger than I’d thought, big and round and full. She went back to sucking my dick. I pulled it out of her mouth, stroked it myself till I was almost ready to cum, then told her to suck it out of me. Afterwards, I walked over and got in the bed. She shut off the light and went to the pull out couch.

I still think of this with some shame. She was just some fat chick as far as I was concerned, no more than a wet and warm place to empty my balls. I’ve sometimes enjoyed being directive or dominating sexually, ordering a woman to do something as part of the fun, but that’s not what this was. I was just being an asshole. I could have been at least polite to her and still gotten a blow job, but I was deliberately mean. I was sullen and rude to her and didn’t care that I’d made her uncomfortable in her own house. She’d done nothing to deserve this. I was just taking out my frustrations and problems on her. I’ve never treated a woman like this before or since, and I wish I’d not treated her this way. Most definitely not my finest hour.

When I woke up the next morning she was making coffee. I got out of bed, wrapped a towel around myself and got myself some. We looked at each other across the table, not saying much. The air was pretty thick with sexual tension. I stood up, threw the towel on the bed, and walked over to her. Take your tits out, I said. I walked over and she started sucking my dick again. I lowered my dick to her tits and she wrapped them around it. I fucked her tits slowly, lubed with her saliva. She gave the tip a lick or little suck every time I pushed it up near her mouth. This became much more than the routine blow job of the night before. I really enjoyed fucking her tits, looking at her, and moaning in pleasure. She obviously enjoyed it herself, biting her lower lip and giving regular mmmms, sucking my dick in deeply every so often. When I was ready to cum, she pulled my dick up to her mouth and sucked as I came. We still were almost totally silent afterwards, but the atmosphere had changed.

At this point, though I’d come in her mouth twice, fucked her tits, and spent a night in her place, I’m certain we didn’t know each others’ names. I was too busy being an asshole and hadn’t asked, and I don’t think she’d asked me mine. And I’m not even sure that during the rest of the time I spent with her we ever exchanged names. We may have, but I don’t remember it. I didn’t know anything else about her, either. I had the vague idea she had a job, but I have no idea what it was. We talked so little that I think I can remember everything we said, and I don’t remember ever hearing her name or telling her mine or talking about ourselves at all.

When I got home from work that night, I wasted no time at all. I pulled my clothes off while she watched again, then got in the shower. She stood in the door and watched me shower. I looked at her as I washed and spent a little extra time soaping my dick. Wanna fuck? I said. She nodded.

I got out of the shower and dried off. Take your clothes off, I said. She had a short, thick body, a sort of awkward build. I was transfixed by her boobs. They were just so big and firm, with enormous nipples, sagging from their own weight, but still round and full. She got on her back on the bed and spread her legs. I got on top of her and rubbed my dick on her slit. She was sopping wet and I was completely hard. I pushed her legs up and apart, stuck my dick in her pussy, and started fucking.

As I fucked her, she began to gasp and breathe heavily, keeping her eyes open and looking at me throughout. I fucked her all the way in and all the way out, starting to go faster, leaning forward with my hands on the backs of her spread thighs. She started moaning and her eyes got wider. Then she grabbed her nipples–she didn’t pinch them, they were big enough to make a handful in each hand. She grabbed them and pulled and twisted them really hard and began to have a spectacular orgasm. I stuck my dick in as deep as I could and ground my pelvis against hers. She kept looking at me as she cried out, her eyes wide and unblinking, her hips began to rock rapidly like she was doing crunches, and her pussy cranked down hard on my dick again and again. I felt like my dick was stuck in a milking machine. She kept cumming like this for a couple minutes.

This had gotten way past me just emptying my balls. This was seriously hot, a tremendous fuck. When she stopped cumming, we had our first kiss, then another, and then we started making out as we fucked, slobbering all over each other’s faces. I slid down, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and started eating her pussy. I climbed back up on her and fucked her more till she grabbed her nipples like she had before and came again. I leaned down and kissed her deeply after she did. Then I started fucking her hard and fast. I came as deep inside her as I could, and she came again right after I did.

I’d better go to bed, she said after we’d laid there for a while. She moved to climb over me and go to the pull out couch. I pushed her back down, got out of bed, turned off the light, and got back in next to her. I was asleep in seconds. She slept in the bed with me the rest of the time I was there.

We had sex every spare moment we had. It was sensational. I loved biting and sucking and fucking her tits while she rode me. Since wasting water wasn’t an issue, we started each time under the shower, me soaping up her tits, her soaping up my dick.

One night in the shower I turned her around and started rubbing my dick on her ass. She arched her back and pushed it out at me. I bent at the knees, pushed my dick into her, and then straightened up, lifting her off her feet. Uuhhhh, she said, really loudly. I realized I was in her ass, which wasn’t what I’d intended. As I stood there, she began to work her hips and ass, toes barely on the ground, her asshole squeezing my dick, moaning loudly.

This clearly worked for her. I pulled out, rinsed the two of us off, and led her out to the bed. I found something for lube, coconut oil, I think. I lubed up my dick while she watched, making a little show of it for her, then she grabbed the end of the bed as I fucked her ass. I went slowly and made it last. Our fucking to this point had been just moans and such. Not this time. Oh, yeah, oh yeah, she said, fuck my ass, fuck it, I love feeling your cock in my ass, fuck my ass. You like it? I said, you like getting buttfucked? I love it, she said, fuck my ass. We picked up the pace. I’m gonna cum, she said, then did. Cum in my ass she said, fuck my ass and cum in my ass. I jammed my dick as far as I could and came. Oh yeah, she said, I felt your dick throb, that was awesome. This was probably the second longest conversation we ever had. We ass fucked several more times while I was there and loved it.

Another morning, after we had naked coffee, I pushed my chair back from the table, faced her, and started stroking my dick. I’ve always liked masturbating with a woman like this. I pointed to the lube we used and she brought it to me. I lubed up my dick and started with long, slow, slippery strokes. She put her chair opposite mine and started playing with her tits, hefting them in her hands, grabbing and twisting her nipples hard as she had before. Then she started sliding a finger from her pussy hole to her clit and back, occasionally to finger fucking herself. We masturbated together like this for quite a while. It was hot as hell. She made herself cum a couple times, then watched me cum all over my own chest and stomach.

In between fucking and sucking, we mostly just laid in bed or sat on the couch holding onto each other. We talked very little, but for whatever reason this really worked. I’m usually pretty chatty, often too chatty, but for once I liked not saying much. It was actually intimate and kinda restful being quiet with her like this. I considered breaking the quiet twice. Once, it crossed my mind that she’d rented me the bed not because she needed the money, but because she wanted to have sex with me. I considered asking her about this, but decided not to. Gratifying idle curiosity wasn’t worth screwing this up.

The second time was when I considered apologizing to her for being an asshole. I almost did a couple times, but chose not to. I told myself she already knew how I felt, though I also thought maybe I should say something anyways. I kinda wish I had. We did really well not talking and, in between hard core fucking, we were kinda affectionate. One thing was for certain–there definitely was no longer any question of her being just some fat chick. I’m sure it was pretty obvious I now saw her as super sexy and an incredible, hot fuck, which is what she really was. We had really lucked out finding each other this way, and we both knew it. Even without talking much, maybe because we didn’t talk much, we’d become really intimate. And I’m almost certain we never even exchanged names.

Time came for me to move into a place of my own. We still didn’t say a lot. As I left, though, she did tell me that if I wanted, I could come back to do laundry. I thanked her, gave her a kiss, and drove off.

My next day off, I bundled up my laundry and took it to one of the drop off washing services, the way people without unlimited water supply and a washing machine did. Then I drove to her place and knocked on the door. It was about 8am. You didn’t bring any laundry? she said. Nope, I said. I wanted her to take this as a compliment. I sincerely meant it as one.

She looked puzzled. I stepped past her and shut the door. I just want to fuck, I said, I want to do it all, I’ve got all day, I don’t have to be anywhere till tomorrow. She liked that, I could tell. I think she got the compliment and really liked it. I took my clothes off right there inside the door and stood in front of her, my dick quickly getting hard. Suck it, I said. She got on her knees right there and sucked my dick, then sat in a chair with her tits out so I could fuck them. Then led her to the bed. I sat her down and ate her pussy till she started squirming away, then fucked her for a long time, another tremendous hot fuck, slow and deep at first, then hard and fast as she twisted and pulled her tits really hard. We both came super hard.

We laid around quietly for a while. I got up and went and got the lube. She started breathing hard and running her hands over her tits as I put lube on my dick. She stood next to the bed, bent over, and spread her ass open for me. I stuck my dick in her ass and started fucking slowly. We started talking again. I love fucking your ass, I said, I thought about it as I jacked off last night, I love pumping cum into your ass. I love it when you pump cum into my ass too, fuck it, she said, fuck it all you want, fuck my ass. I fucked her till we’d both cum super hard again.

It was now about noon. We had something to eat, then laid in bed for a while, quietly again. I fell asleep for a bit and woke up with her asleep up against my side. One of her tits was on my chest, the nipple near my mouth. I pulled it up to my face and began to lick and nibble it. She woke up moaning. We did it all again, sucked and fucked, finishing with another ass fuck. We did it again that night, had a quickie at 2am or so, and then did it all again the next morning.

We had another quiet parting the next morning. I visited again after work a few days later, and we fucked all night. When I left that time, she told me she was going move back to wherever she came from, but she wasn’t sure when. My next day off, only 4-5 days later, I went to her place and she was gone.

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