When being a knight in shining armour got [M]e a great [F]uck

I really didn’t expect this to be as long as it is. So there’s a part 2 I can add when I get time.

This is a story all about how being a hero on the streets, got me a great fuck on my cousins sheets.

I was reminiscing about a great fuck I had recently and I though it might be something that you lovely people might like to read about.

I was visiting home from University on my summer break. I was young, free and single. Having a single guy summer. I’d broken up with my ex a few months earlier although we still hooked up from time to time. I’d just turned 21.

There was a night that I’d gone out for some low key beers, after a few pre-drinks in my friends house. The night was pretty uneventful, and I left the bar with a couple of my friends. We managed to flag down a taxi. We were still waiting to hear which house we were going to party at later. The plan was to lift a few drinks from said friend’s house, before getting another taxi onwards to our next destination.

We were going to quite a residential area but it was after 1am so we didn’t expect to see anyone walk the streets for their 10,000 steps.

When we got out of the car there was a couple having a really heated argument. The guy was pretty drunk, and shouting at the girl. I could tell I was bigger than this idiot from when I stepped onto the street, and I did what any half-inebriated good samaritan would do in this state, when there was a fully-Inebriated mongrol in that state, I told him to get fucked, and I stepped in to see if this girl was ok.

She looked upset, and clearly didn’t want to be in this situation. My other two friends were standing in the doorway, behind me. I’m not quite sure what I said, but the guy basically backed down straight away and started walking in the other direction.

They had been out on a date, and long story short, the guy was an asshole. The girl, Rebecca, came into my friend’s house, and we calmed her down. We got talking and she told us the story.I offered to ring her a taxi, to take her back home. It turned out she lived, not too far away and we had a couple of mutual friends that lived there in the same park she’d grown up on. She was a couple of years older than me, and was a hair-stylist. She was fucking hot. I’m not sure why she was with an idiot like that.

We got talking a bit more, and we told her our plans, and we could leave her off on the way. She said she was too upset to go home right now, and did we mind if she stayed with us to keep her company, and she liked the idea of having a drink to settle her nerves. Now reader, at this point i know it sounds like its something straight out of a brazzers script but i shit you not this 100% happened.

I got a call from my cousin and he told me he was going to have a party back at his parents house, they’d gone on holiday for a few weeks. My other two friends said they were wasted and didn’t want to leave. So I phoned a taxi for me and Rebecca. My cousin’s place was actually quite close to where Rebecca lived, a 10 minute walk. She said she’d come in for a drink and see how she felt after.

When we got out of the taxi there was not one light on in the house. No one home, every door locked. No key under a mat. But, what I did have was the knowledge that their downstairs window was broken, and could be opened from the outside. I’m so glad I had that particular set of skills.

I couldn’t get my cousin on the phone at this point. So I managed to crawl in, gracefully, and open the back door.

We eventually both got inside and sat at the kitchen table with two beers, and chatted some more. We laughed and joked, and she was definitely feeling a lot better than she was an hour earlier. Then I noticed my cousin had messaged saying they were going somewhere else.

Now, I’m normally flirty, and I was just being my charming self at this point. I hadn’t tried to put any moves on her, but when i told her there would be no one coming here, she didn’t seem too upset. The fact that my cousin probably wouldn’t be coming home at all that night even made her smile.

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She said that maybe we should spend the night here, and if there was somewhere we could sleep. So I suggested my cousin’s bedroom. Now, there was a lot of sexual tension at this point, and what she did next, i really wasn’t expecting. She got up and came over, and kissed me, she took my hand and told me to show her where it is.

I took her by the hand and showed her the way upstairs. Straight to my cousin’s room. I led her in and we kissed again, more passionately than before. It was hot. But what she did next was even hotter. She said she wanted to thank me for saving her. Now, I’m not sure to this day if she was doing this to get revenge, or if it was something she genuinely wanted to do, nor do i really care, but she dropped to her knees’ in this tight little dress she was wearing, she took off her leather jacket and placed it on the bed.

She reached up and unzipped my jeans, and yanked them down over my thighs. I remember looking down at her perfectly manicured nails as she stoked them along the tip of my hardening cock. I always loved looking down on girls when they were below me, watching their hand gripping my cock as I got hard for them. Now I’ve mentioned before in previous posts that I’m well endowed.

Not 10 inch massive, but I always get a pleasurable reaction. Rebecca was the same. She made some comment, that she knew I was going to be big, or bigger, thinking back it might have been in reference to the other guy she started the night off with. At that moment I didn’t care.

What I did care about is what happened next. She pulled my cock out and wrapped both her hands around it and started to stroke it slowly. Looking up at me, I still remember how shiny her dark hair was, it was short and cut above her shoulders. She didn’t look like she had much makeup on. At least, if she did, it wasn’t ruined by the incident that happened with that asshole earlier.

Both hands slow, and methodical stroking my cock in sync. Then she said she wanted to show me how thankful she was, and began to lick the tip, gently, in between kissing and stroking it. It felt like heaven.

Normally I like to take control, but that’s when I know a girl, and I know what they like, and what they don’t. Know where their limits begin, and how far their boundaries can be pushed. Rebecca knew what she was doing, and I wasn’t going to stop her.

She could tell by my groans that I didn’t want her to stop either. She instinctively knew by my moans, my pants, my deep breaths that I was enjoying it. Then she moved her hand to my balls, and slid her hand all the way down my cock, and swallowed as best she could. She knew when to tease and when to give me what I wanted. I’ve never had a bad blow job, but I’ve had few as good as this. She managed to take my girth with ease, but never extended herself to swallow the full thing. She knew what she could handle and I was happy for her to do as she pleased.

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