I [F25] fucked a stranger as a dare. [FM]

I’m a slut.

I wasn’t one before. Yes, I have had slept with a few men before too, but they all were men I was in love with. Sex to me was an act of love. Now it’s more than just love. It’s a necessity. I’m a nymphomaniac.

As part of a dare, which unto itself is a very juvenile thing and has an equally juvenile reason, I was asked by my friend to fuck a stranger of his choice, and as an incentive to take up this challenge, I was offered his monthly bonus (we both work in the same firm). And as a woman who loves sex and money and a good thrill of adventure, especially since I know that I’ll be married to someone soon, and I want to experience the lust of being alive, I said, ‘I do’ to the dare.

This happened last week, I was taken out by my friend, and I knew he would try and pick some guy who I might say ‘no’ to. But I had made up my mind that I’d be open to ‘newer experiences’, something I said before every cuisine I’ve tried before. So, I went donning a red dress and nothing else. We went to a luxury mall in the city, and we ended up doing normal things that normal people do: shopping, dining, laughing. I was almost convinced that the man must have forgotten all about the dare, and that made me a little relieved and surprisingly, a little sad.

And then, just as we were going to leave the cafe (in the mall), he yanked my hand and showed me a man sitting across the foyer. He was in his thirties, hair greying on his temples, bespectacled, and with a very sombre expression on his face. He was staring intently at his laptop, clearly working on something important. He was alone and we observed him for sometime and realized the man preferred being alone. Perhaps an introvert too. Judging by his simple and yet silently fashionable outfit, along with his choice of understated brands he wore, I knew that the man had class. But it also meant my job would be all the more difficult. I had to seduce him and fuck him. And seducing and fucking a seemingly introvert is a daunting task. But the thought of doing something so slutty made my already wet pussy even wetter.

I stood up and walked towards him with purpose and with a coquettish gait and sat at his table. He looked up from his laptop. He was both miffed to have been interrupted and surprised to have been interrupted by someone who had dressed up as if she was going to a fancy date in the sultry Indian afternoon. I told him that I found him cute, editing out the dare part. For now. And I began to flirt. Shamelessly. I would bend closer to the table to show him the deep cleavage and would purposefully cross my legs and open and then cross again. In five minutes, he shut his laptop and we began to talk. In 15 minutes, the espresso on his table were replaced with glasses of whiskey and gin. And in 45 minutes, he was touching me. My nipples by now were erect and stood prominently through my sheer red dress, which made me all the more uncomfortable because this whole exercise of debauchery was taking me to places I did not think I’d go. In about an hour, I pointed to a man seated on the other side of the foyer and told the man all about the dare. I also told him that it was a one-time thing, and that it wouldn’t happen again, no matter how much either of the parties love it. The man was all in.

A little later, we both got up and we went out, pussy juice sliding down my thigh as we walked towards his car. He was staying in a hotel nearby, so the drive was not awkward and definitely not something that mellowed my sex drive (or his). The moment he opened the door, he grabbed my arse, and pinned me to the wall. His sense of urgency and lust made my pussy gush at that precise moment, and I kissed him deeply, my mouth trying to find his tongue, prying his lips with mine. He responded with equal intensity, his hands squeezing, spreading and spanking my arse. With one move he pulled my dress up, and spready my arse cheek to reveal a very dripping pussy.

He kept pushing his crotch against mine, and in a few minutes, we both were naked, our cloths tossed on the floor like my shame and my uptight-values, as I began to suck, lick and gag on a stranger’s cock, whose name I didn’t even know. I just loved how the whole scene played out. The stranger using my face to relieve himself, while I sat with his cock in my mouth and his balls slapping on my chin, with two of my fingers deep inside my pussy.

“In few months, you’ll be Mrs. Christina. It’s your marriage soon. Come home before your relatives start talking”.

Words of my mother echoed in my mind. I come from a very orthodox Kerala Christian family, and values and principles of ‘good girls’ have been ingrained in my head since I was a kid. The idea of being married to someone I barely knew terrified me. And the idea of settling in a large family scared me even more. The stranger moaned, and I sucked harder, making it as sloppy as I could, dirty talking and looking right in his eye. He melted and then he stopped and made me rise and then tossed me on the bed. He spread my legs and in a short, swift steps, he unwrapped a condom and slid it on his cock and he fucked me. He wasn’t huge, but oh God, the way he fucked! It felt like knife through butter. I moaned. And we fucked like two wild animals until I squirted all over him.

Once I regained my composure, I sat up and climbed over him, straddling him, and rode him. You had to see his face when I moved my hips like the way belly dancers do. It was all because of the practice I had off late. He moaned and he groaned as I used my pelvic muscles and my arse to give him the pleasure of flesh. I loved the way he looked at me. With lust and surprise. And something else. And then I moved my gears and I stopped being a snake and became ferocious slamming my weight on his cock, gritting my teeth as I took his entire cock in my cunt.

For the next one hour we fucked like animals, our bodies covered with spit, sweat and cum. An hour or so later, as we both lay on the bed soaked in our juices, staring at the ceiling, he asked for my name. I turned to him, and cupped his balls and kissed his passionately, stroking him as I did so, until he became hard again. I kept stroking him until I came in my mouth. As if it was a response to his question, I smiled, and wore my dress and typed ‘Come, pick me up’ to my friend.

As I turned on the knob of the door, I looked back one last time. I smiled and I left the stranger’s room.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/osfqim/i_f25_fucked_a_stranger_as_a_dare_fm