The past couple of days have been a source of nostalgia for me, so I thought I could share one of my filthiest moments for everyone to reminisce about along with me.
So this happened…about 6 years ago, when I was 20. My then-boyfriend (also 20) and I were living in separate apartments, around 15-20 minutes on foot from each other, so booty calls were pretty frequent at all possible times.
It also bears mentioning that, both being quite kinky young adults, our relationship was filled to the brim with Dom/sub dynamics, with both of us exploring our limits (mostly *my* limits) and, frankly, trying more and more crazy, dirty, perverted ideas as the months were going by.
One warm night, maybe early summer or late spring, I was up very late, studying. I enjoy studying all through the night and sleeping in the morning, if I have no other work to do. We were chatting on and off through the night, but nothing really sexual. Then, around 4.45-5 am, I receive a message simply saying:
*Come here now. My cock needs its hole.*
Needless to say I…. Got quite horny from being, just, objectified like that, reduced to being a simple *hole*. I, a person, an individual with her own thoughts, was just some fuckmeat in his mind. It’s not even that *he* needed me; no, *his cock* needed me.
So I slipped on a short black dress, put on eyeliner, a bit of shadow and a nice dark red lipstick, and in a flurry of horniness took off my panties and left them on the side table next to the door. I took off with nothing but my phone in my hand, my heart racing and my lower lips moist with the anticipation of a good fucking.
Not long after, I got to his house, rang the bell, entered the elevator and arrived at his floor, where I was in for a shock. He was waiting for me, just inside his open door, with his hard, erect cock out of his pants and pointing towards me. I got close to him, going to hug him, and instead he grabbed my face and hair – getting a moan out of me -, leaned into me and whispered “On your knees, whore”.
I obliged. My knees touched the cold, hard cement floor of the hallway and I took his cock in my hand. I started licking it, looking directly at his eyes, while fondling his balls and his ass with my hands. He slapped my hands away, and I, immediately understanding, put them behind my back and started sucking the tip. He got ahold of my hair and pushed my head further on his cock. I let him take control of the depth and the rhythm, which he preferred to be slow at first, but deep, causing my eyes to water. He kept pushing until I gagged, and then let me go, let my spit drip from my lips to my knees and dress, and then slapped me hard enough that an echo could be heard in the empty halls.
He scolded me for not taking it deep enough, and made me do it again, and again; I dare say, I was an experienced cocksucker, so the remaining gag reflex quickly went away. As he started fucking my mouth faster, with both hands now on my head, he told me to pull up my dress. I followed his order, and pulled it up to expose my bra, which I also lowered to show off my titties, and my otherwise naked body from my chest to my feet. When he saw I was not wearing panties, he scoffed and called me more names than he was already doing, then suddenly, he rubbed my pussy with his shoe.
I shuddered and moaned, and he kept taunting me for being so horny by sucking dick in the hallway. Almost by instinct, I started rubbing my cunt. It was so wet, almost dripping on the floor, and it felt so amazing to play with myself as I was being fucked in my mouth. I was slobbering so much, my chin was as wet as my pussy.
Before I could manage to cum, though, various sounds of activity began to be heard through the rather flimsy door of the apartment next to his. He nodded towards the source and whispered “He’s leaving at 6 for work. You have until then to make me cum and I’m not going to cum before you do”. I gathered that it wouldn’t take more than 10 minutes for the neighbour to come out and find a girl getting facefucked, practically naked, in the hallway. My boyfriend kept taunting me more and more as I kept glancing at the neighbour’s door, half-panicking; he was asking me if we should invite him too, or saying that with my ass exposed he might invite himself in any case, and that his wife could have something to say about the slut in their building, etc, etc…
It’s easy to see how all these pushed me over the edge, not that I needed any help. I came with my fingers deep inside me, muffling my loud moans on his dick and looking pleadingly into his eyes. That was enough for him too to get ready to orgasm, but he pulled out of my mouth before doing so. In an instant, ropes of thick cum started flying to my face, my hair, my dress, my tits and dripping on my thighs when the full-power blasts were done. My eyes were somewhat protected by my glasses but my face was otherwise well covered, and I could feel it drip and drag down my remaining light makeup, with its smell and taste penetrating my soul.
He breathed heavily, and I did too, smiling tentatively under the load; but then, with only a wave of his hand, he stepped back into his house and shut the door behind him.
I was at a loss. I rang his bell and knocked on the door, before stopping in fear that a concerned neighbour will come out. I called and texted him, all the while hiding in the stairs in-between that floor and the one above. No reply. I heard the next-door guy leave, while I was sitting on a cold marble step, feeling my dress get wet from my still-leaking cunt juice, seeing the white stains everywhere and having just my phone’s selfie camera as a mirror to see the situation on my face.
I hadn’t ever felt like that before, and it’s still one of my top dirty slut moments. So objectified, so messed-up and dirtied, used and discarded… In my fear and shame, I felt so horny and alive. So alive.
I scraped as much cum as I could off of my face with my hands, which I ended up rubbing on my body everywhere to make it disappear. Combined with my sweat, I was so wet and sticky all over. I cleaned my glasses using my dress and licked my fingers clean. Then, I began my ultimate walk of shame, the 15 minutes back to my house, now out of the safety of the dark and into the bright exposure of the early morning sun, just rising over the buildings. My skin felt so uncomfortable, I was smelling of cum and pussy, and if it wasn’t obvious from my makeup that I had been giving a blowjob, it was obvious from my red knees. Luckily, I don’t think that anyone I met on the streets really noticed; or at least, they didn’t communicate that. In my mind, however, so many eyes were locked on me as I was stumbling through the sunrise.
While walking home, inside me so many feelings and thoughts were brewing. It still shocks me how much of a turn on the humiliation and shame was for me; still, by the time I reached my house, I was basically walking with my head higher than before, enlightened by this new testing of my limits and happy to have found out just how badly I enjoyed humiliation, degradation and public sex!
When I arrived home and had my long shower, I tried falling asleep, but despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t. I managed to sleep only after rubbing myself to orgasm once again, all the while considering what has transpired. This remains to this day my go-to solution for sleeplessness, and this story is still my go-to inspiration ;)
PS. Yes, my dress was ruined. Damn stains wouldn’t come off. It was 15 euros though, so all is well.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xfsuqi/getting_a_risky_unexpected_mouthfucking_or_my
That story is beyond hot!
Holy fuck, that was hot!
Did he ever ask you how you felt after he did that?