Broken Streaks and Broken Toy [M/F]

It’s always the ones who move quick that I like. Within a few texts, he was already asking if I’d like to meet him. He wanted to be spontaneous. So within half an hour, I had a dress on with no panties underneath and I was off to meet him.

He bought us drinks and we sat on a park bench, chatting. I noticed he was a lot more built than I’d anticipated and I wondered how he’d manhandle me when he had me all to himself. It didn’t help that there weren’t many people in the park. My pussy was tingling under my dress.

Our conversation was friendlier than I expected. I began thinking that he wasn’t interested in fucking me, even though the conversation was going well. We were basically alone, but he didn’t make any moves.

As the evening darkened, he told me he wanted to take things slow. I knew he wasn’t going to fuck me, so I decided to toy with him. I waited for the right moment before I flashed my little pussy, freshly shaven with my landing strip pointing towards my dripping hole.

I could tell that it made him hesitate. He was flustered, not realizing I meant it when I told him I wouldn’t be wearing panties on our date. He was almost about to change his mind when I said I’d be heading home.

It was the first time I didn’t get fucked on the first date. For a moment, I thought that he wasn’t interested in me but the sneaky shifting of trousers said otherwise. He walked me home and I thought that would be the last of it.

But he started texting me late that same night, telling me how much I had turned him on. I sent him pics and videos of me laying in bed, touching myself to the thought of him fucking me.

Even if he didn’t fuck me, I figured I’d have my fun and let him be the one that got away.

A week went by and I figured he really was the one that got away. At least until he texted me again, asking if I’d like him to come over.

As luck would have it, I was on my period but I told him that it was a fantasy of mine to have a man fuck my ass before he’d had my pussy. It didn’t take much convincing.

He came over to mine and we had a few drinks over an infuriatingly friendly conversation. Despite the naughty texts he’d been sending me, I was convinced that I wouldn’t be getting his dick. So I resigned to my fate, my asshole squeezing around a buttplug at the thought of how I was going to pound myself after he left.

But we shared a moment at some point during the conversation, his eyes locked on mine, and my pussy fluttered. He asked me if I thought that he was going to leave without fucking me first. I squirmed in my seat a little, but played it off by telling him I could just take care of myself if he didn’t.

He got up to get more beers, leaving my pussy aching at the sight of his massive cock in his trousers. Somehow, I’d made him rock hard just from a normal conversation and it turned me on like no other.

He said he was getting up for more beers but I knew he was coming for me instead.

He snuck up behind me, turning my head so his lips were on mine. It didn’t take long before I was whimpering with my legs wrapped around him on my dining table. I could feel him pressing into me and I knew he was going to stretch me out.

Like the needy slut I am, just making out with him was getting my pussy soaked. Then he pulled my bra and dress down to lick my nipples and I lost it. I laid on my dining table, cumming. He seemed surprised at how sensitive I was.

There was more to cum.

But first, I needed his cock in my mouth more than anything. He’d sent me pictures and I knew it was big but having it looming in my face was intimidating. I licked along the shaft, tasting all the precum lingering on it. My fingers barely wrapped around the base of his cock, my little mouth struggled to take more than half of it.

His groans drove me to take more. I bobbed my head up and down, almost tempted to make him cum like that. I’d never wanted to suck a cock more than I wanted his. Feeling his hands wrap into my hair and use my face drove tremors to my pussy. I began thinking the mess from me being on my period might be worth it.

He encouraged that thought as he pulled me off, asking me if I wanted him in my pussy or my ass. I knew I needed to feel him stretching out my pussy. He kissed me before telling me to grab a towel.

Setting the towel down, I got on all fours, showing him my plug. Taking it out, he told me to get on my back so he could watch the look on my face as he stretched me out. I didn’t expect him to fit.

But he did. I felt him pushing into me and the pleasure of being stretched out so much overpowered the slight discomfort of having a massive cock in my tight pussy. I looked up at him as he filled me and I could tell he was enjoying how my pussy was struggling to take all of it.

Feeling him pumping into me was almost overwhelming. He was hitting the perfect spot inside me and I couldn’t help the sounds that were coming out of me. He held my hands above my head and made me look him in the eyes as he fucked me. I couldn’t look away, I was worried he’d take the pleasure away if I did. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

So, I did. I let him choke me, kiss me until I was out of breath and stretch my pussy to the brim. I wanted to make him cum so I let him do whatever he wanted to me.

He bent me over and made me take it, his hands on my waist pounding at me. It hurt because he was going so deep but I needed to feel him pulsing inside me. So, like a good girl, I let him hammer at me. It was worth it because it didn’t take long before he was slamming into me with his pulsing orgasm.

I laid there, used. He held me before getting up to clean. Then, we cuddled, my pussy still spasming from the orgasms. I could feel how puffy it was.

We laid there just gently touching each other, kissing and talking. I knew he wasn’t done but I was enjoying how gentle he was being with me. It wouldn’t last long.

Soon enough he was on top of me, kissing me while he rubbed my clit. I got close but I needed more. It didn’t take long before he was fucking my mouth again. I could feel how sore my pussy was but I was being greedy and I didn’t want to stop there.

The problem is that sometimes, greedy girls ask for more than they can handle. He tested me, hand around my little neck as he thrust into my mouth. Then he pushed even more and held my hands to stop me from stopping him when he pushed too deep. I gagged on his cock but it didn’t stop him. Each time I managed to pull off, he slapped my face gently before pushing back in.

It didn’t take long before I was begging for him to fuck me again. He liked watching my face when he entered me, so I let him fuck me like that again, holding my legs wide open for him.

This time was different. He was rougher with me. He pushed my legs up, keeping me wide open for him. He made me watch his cock stretching my pussy out. He hooked his arms under my legs and slammed into me relentlessly.

And like a good girl, I kept taking it. But that wasn’t all. I was cumming over and over again. It was as though he was determined to leave me a broken panting mess of orgasms by the end of the night.

It became clear when he asked me to get on my knees that he really planned on breaking me. He told me he wanted my ass. For some reason, I decided I could take a cock his size without lube. I love the friction, but decided to get him to spit on me to ease the process of him stretching me.

He spread my wide, spitting on my tight hole before pushing his cock against it. He wasn’t wasting time with preparing me. I didn’t need it anyways, I just wanted him to stretch me out.

And he did. I felt him push, and it didn’t hurt at any point. He was groaning as he felt my asshole envelop his cock. I braced myself for the fucking I was going to receive and it was at the perfect time because it didn’t take long before he was pummeling me.

He gripped my hair to pull me back, slapped my ass, pushed his cock deeper. My knees gave out and it encouraged him to pin me down to slam me deeper.

I screamed loud enough for the neighbours to hear each time I came from having him pound my ass and it was egging him on. He pulled me back to use me like a cock sleeve.

The orgasms were overwhelmingly intense and I went limp, so he decided I deserved a break. I laid on the bed, shaking from head to toe, the aftershocks still running through me.

He held me, as I recovered and as exhausted as I was, I wanted to make him cum again. Despite the quivering, I managed to get on my knees to suck him off again.

I think I might have gotten him addicted to my pussy because soon enough, he told me to get back on the bed.

At this point, my pussy was clocked out, but it was time for his pleasure. I squeezed my pussy around him, looking up into his eyes. I knew he was going to cum again, and I wanted to make sure that he did.

He could tell my pussy was beat so he was fucking me gentler than he’d been before. My forehead was against his, gazing into his eyes as I whispered for him to cum for me, how bad I needed his cum, how I wanted him to finish inside me. It didn’t take long before I was cumming too and he unloaded inside me.

He laid on me and as satisfied as I was, I’d already been thinking of the next time he was going to ruin me.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nj6rff/broken_streaks_and_broken_toy_mf