Redditors do it better [FM]

Well… Not all of ’em I guess.

Cain is the first guy I’ve met off Reddit. 

I lie. 

A was the first Redditor I met. He ghosted me after our first meeting.

B was the second Redditor I met. He seemed nice, but completely catfished me. He was also super pushy during our meeting, bordering on aggressive, and I was terrified he might follow me home. I blocked him on everything the second I left his sight. I ghosting him after our first meeting. 

You can see why I was super hesitant to meet anyone else off Reddit, but I’m glad I did. Third time’s the charm. 

Cain messaged me from one of my posts. He made a comment that made me chuckle, and we started chatting from there. 

I told him before about A and B, and he poked fun at my misfortune. Said he was different. 

Of course he was. 

We chatted on & off for weeks before we finally made time to meet. I was swamped with work, as was he. I liked that he didn’t keep pressuring me, and was genuinely looking forward to finally meeting him. 

I didn’t want to get ghosted again, despite Cain’s valiant reassurance that he wouldn’t. I wore the cutest sundress I had – braless, of course – and headed out to grab a coffee. 

We flirted a little in texts, and I looked forward to seeing Cain all week. He showed up looking better than his pictures! At about 6’, Cain was a whole head taller than me and I liked having to look up at him as we talked. He had a lean frame; small, twinkling eyes and soft lips; and he was pleased at my comment that he looked like Jay Park. We exchanged pleasantries, then he pulled me into a big bear hug. Then he pulled down my mask and kissed me square on the lips. I was shocked. There were so many people around. There were definitely a few dirty glances, but I didn’t dislike it? I saw him sneak a downward glance where you could see the little peaks of my nipples peeking from my sundress. I could feel a little bit of wetness pooling between my legs. 

Him dressed in a button down shirt, and me in my little sundress, I made a comment that we were overdressed for Starbucks, and he gave me a suggestive look. 

In our texts, I’d told him about my budding exhibitionist kink, and he was happy to explore more with me, maybe sneak to a public toilet somewhere for a little fun after we made sure we were who we said we were. I chickened out at the last minute, but we were both horny as hell, so we thought about booking a hotel.

Cain was an effective man. He booked the hotel seconds after the words left my mouth. I didn’t even get the chance to grab that coffee to suss him out. 

A million thoughts were racing through my head as we walked towards the hotel. Am I going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere? Is he for real? I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. 

We checked in and took the lift up, my heart pounding a million miles a minute. He kissed me in the lift as we headed up to our room, and grabbed a handful of ass. And just like that, all the thoughts of nervousness vanished. 

Upon entering the room, he kissed me harder, groping, caressing, and managed to get my little sundress off so skillfully. 

There I was in my little black thong, while he was fully clothed. He pushed me onto the bed, pushed my thong aside, and went to town on my pussy. 

People who know me know that I am a very cautious person. 

This was the first time in my life that I went from meeting a stranger, to having his lips on my… lips in a little less than an hour. 

I don’t know how long he ate me out for, but I was a squirming, sweaty, wet pile of jello. I didn’t even have a chance to see his cock before he got started on me. The sensations were overwhelming. I had to beg him to stop. 

After the 50th time of me reassuring him that I’ve had enough, he finally let me start on him. 

I pushed him down to lie in bed, as I kneeled at the edge of the bed between his legs, helping him out of his shorts. 

The cock that sprung out did not disappoint.  

Cain had a nice, thick cock that curved slightly upwards. I swooned a little thinking of that upwards curve hitting my G spot. It was perfect. 

I couldn’t disappoint after his spectacular performance, so I did my best, taking his thick shaft down my throat. I loved how he filled my mouth as his cock hit the back of my throat. Just enough to make me gag, but not enough to feel uncomfortable.

I gave him a sloppy blowjob, playing with his balls while I gagged on his cock. He groaned in response, leaning back as he enjoyed it. 

He guided me, a gentle hand on my head, showing me what pace to go at.

I could suck his cock forever. After what felt like too short a time, Cain grabbed my hair, “that’s enough for now,” he said. 

I pouted. I was desperate to taste his cum. I wanted to suck him off til he finished inside my mouth, but he had other plans. 

He grabbed a condom.

“I’d been thinking about this for weeks,” he said, guiding me onto the bed, pushing me onto my back as he kneeled in front of me, positioning his cock near my pussy.

He teased his tip at the entrance of my pussy, and I moaned in anticipation of him filling me up. 

Suddenly, he pulled away, replacing his tip with his fingers.

I groaned and begged for his cock. 

“How bad do you want this?” he asked. 

I wanted to cry. I have never wanted it so badly before. And I told him so, as he slid two fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy. 

Suddenly, he plunged his fingers deep inside and I gasped at the sudden roughness. 

He fingered me roughly a few seconds, then pulled out his fingers, and shoved them into my mouth, all while pushing his big cock inside me. 

His cock filled me. SO. Good. 

He fucked my hard in missionary, his fingers still in my mouth, helping to stifle my uncontrollable moans. 

He pumped with long strokes, taking his time. 

He fucked me long and hard, and eventually, I could feel him slowing down. I asked to suck his cock, to which he obliged, and I happily went to work, enjoying the taste of myself on his cock. 

“Go slow,” he warned, and I took my time, using my hands and tongue to gently tease his cock, giving him a well deserved break. 

After a while, he gestured for me to stop, and made me get on all fours. 

He teased his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slowly slid it in. When he was balls deep inside me, he paused a second to admire the view. Then he slapped my ass and went to pound town. 

The room was filled with the rhythmic slapping of body against body. I arched my back as I took his pounding, moaning with every pump of his cock. 

I don’t know how long he fucked me, but I could have kept going forever. Cain apologized and said that he was near. 

“I want to taste your cum,” I told him, getting on my knees, getting ready to suck his cock. 

“Mm? But you’d look so much prettier covered in my cum,” he said. 

I grinned and nodded in acknowledgment, anticipating the facial. 

With the last few jerks, he angled his cock just above my head and let loose, releasing spurt after spurt of cum. 

I won’t lie, it got everywhere. Cain sounded surprised at the load, and even had to guide me to the toilet because I was literally blinded by his cum. 

That was only the beginning. 

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r8b9ip/redditors_do_it_better_fm