Whenever I look for hookups, it always feels like I’m going undercover. Like a game of cat and mouse.The men matching with me don’t know what a slut I am. I never tell them about the stories I write, my insatiable lust or anything else. To them I’m just another woman on a dating app they need to convince to spread their legs.
Last night was no different. We met at a local bar, close to his place. I tucked away my slutty side and pulled out the sweet, bubbly persona that allows me to fly under the radar. We talked and laughed for nearly 2 hours before he suggested we head to his place. I pretended to think about it before I agreed. He didn’t know the answer was yes before I even went to meet him. We walked the 5 minutes to his apartment, talking the whole way about nothing.
When we arrived I took off my coat then turned to him, a smile plastered on my face, waiting to see what he would do. I always let them lead and think they were seducing me. It was always more fun that way. My patience was rewarded by him closing the gap to kiss me, pulling my body tight against his. I melted into him, looping my arms around his neck. We made out for several long minutes, tongues rolling around eachother, lips sliding and seeking before I pulled away.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked, biting my lip and playing coy. He responded by tugging at the laces that held my sweater closed and dragging his lips down my neck as though seeking permission. I let him, then whispered back, “ok.” He immediately pulled my top off, then unhooked my bra, closing his mouth around a pierced nipple with a small moan of satisfaction.
Checkmate.
He sucked and licked my tits until I suggested we move somewhere more comfortable. I stripped right there and then smirked at him, asking “Where’s your bedroom?”
I took his hand and went in the direction he pointed, sitting on the bed while he undressed. A moment later I was biting my lip in excitement at the size of his cock. He was thicker than the other partners I’d had lately, even more than my regular fwb’s. We laid down, him on top of me, his bare cock brushing my thigh. I reached down to stroke it as we kissed some more, already impatient to feel it inside me. He proceeded to work his way down my body instead, making small circles around my nipples with the tip of his tongue. More kisses trailed down my stomach, then finally between my legs.
The first lap of his tongue against my clit was pure bliss, the soft murmur of his approval at my taste sending a spike of lust through me. I spread my legs as far as I could and he took advantage by burying his face in my pussy, licking quickly, his beard no doubt soaked with my wetness. My hips rose to meet his tongue as my orgasm built. Pussy eating and the ability to do it well is always a must for any man to be able to fuck me again. I slid a hand down to rest on his back, digging my nails in slightly for encouragement. He was definitely earning his place on my list.
With a loud cry I came, my thighs nearly closing completely around his head, bucking against his face. Relaxed and limp, I let my hands fall to my sides. He came up to kiss me and sure enough he was soaked, his beard practically dripping with my juice. I smiled, then gasped as I felt his cock rub against my pussy. “Please.”
A moment later he was buried inside me, holding himself still so I could stretch around him. Another whispered please made him start moving, slowly at first, then harder, faster, the wet slapping sounds of him slamming home inside me filling the room. Pleasure rushed over me, his thick cock hitting every spot, pulling moans out of us both. These were the moments I lived for, why I loved this lifestyle. Nothing felt better than being stuffed with a thick cock. Absolutely nothing.
He managed to last for some time, turning me over to take me doggy, then me getting on top of him to grind my hips rhythmically. Bending me over the bed proved to be his undoing however. Without warning I felt his cum filling me, hot and thick. We stood there for another moment before he pulled out and we laid down.
After sex I’m ready to leave right away. Small talk was awkward but I’m polite so I hung around for 15 minutes, wrapped in his arms. Finally I was able to make my excuses and get dressed, him watching me the whole time. I had no idea what he was thinking, but once my shoes were on, he asked if I wanted to hook up again sometime.
I smirked, making a mental note of his name. “Of course! Let me know when you’re free.” With a quick kiss on his cheek, I left, only relaxing again when the door shut behind me.
Another successful hookup. Checking my phone, I noticed I had messages waiting. The other men could wait. I already had my fix tonight.
But there’s always tomorrow…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uvrshp/undercover_slut_mf