Lovely, slutty Dana, again. “Whatever you want…” [MF]

It was just another night at the bar, crowded, smoky and somewhat pointless. I was trying to order a drink when she appeared next to me. I barely noticed her until the bastard bartender served her first. I turned to look, to complain, to make a witty comment about how tits get you served, and then I realised it was [Dana.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8vrq72/lovely_slutty_dana_mf)

Her hair was shorter, shoulder length. Her look was different – more makeup, a tighter dress, cleavage that I knew was a lie. But it was Dana, still lovely and petite and olive skinned, still pretty, still eminently fuckable. Think Alison Brie, because it saves me some words.

There were a brief couple of seconds between her noticing me and recognizing me, a couple of seconds that made me certain she was out on the pull, scoping eyes, casual smile, assessing whether I was a predator or prey.

We got to talking, if that’s what you call half shouting half questions at each other in a loud bar, nodding and pretending to understand, laughing when for all I know she’s talking about her aunt’s funeral or some shit.

We moved to a little standing table at the back of the bar where it was quieter. She was back in town to visit her parents, recently finished grad school, living in Switzerland or somewhere cool, teaching fuck knows what to fuck knows who. Her cleavage got more attention from me than her words. She was engaged. Those words I heard, especially the part where she told me her fiancé was a thousand miles away.

A few minutes later she excused herself to check on her friends and I ordered another round and waited and hoped that I wouldn’t have to drink her campari, because fuck campari. By the time she returned the ice in her drink had melted, and I was three drinks deeper.

“So they want to go dancing”

“And what would you like to do?”

“I thought my outfit was self explanatory”

“I didn’t want to be presumptuous”

“Presume away.”

Vague banter. I needed clarity, in case the booze was muddling my perception, in case it was innocent and my filthy mind was getting in the way.

“Another drink?”

“I’d prefer a fuck to be honest.”

Boom. Clarity. And with it, an instant semi. Women saying the word fuck to refer to the act of fucking always did it for me. Still does.

“Where?”

“I was thinking my vagina. You?

“I can think of a couple other possibilities”

“I’m sure you can… Sarah’s got a room nearby. I’ll get the key”

Déjà vu.

Ten minutes later I was in Sarah’s hotel room, watching Dana casually peel off her dress, hard and getting harder, staring at her in her matching underwear, her hands on her hips, her eyes fixed on my bulge.

“Take your clothes off”

I stripped off as she watched, pretending to be confident, aware I’d put on a bit of weight, hoping she wouldn’t laugh at my beer-induced love handles. If she gave a fuck it didn’t show. She stepped toward me and wrapped her fingers around my throbbing shaft, squeezing, precum oozing.

“You’ve got a nice cock. I guess I wasn’t paying much attention last time we did this…”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m rather fond of it too…”

“Nice and normal.”

“I prefer the term average”

“I promised Sarah we wouldn’t get cum on the sheets”

She let go and pushed me, hard enough that I stumbled back and hit the wall. Excitingly hard. And then she peeled her panties off and held them up to my face, damp, a bit gooey, an odour of vagina and perfume, pushing them into my mouth with the dirtiest of smiles, gagging me.
I fucking loved it. She bit my ear, nibbled on my nipple, fell to her knees, wrapped her lips around my tip and proceeded to suck me like someone who’d had an incredible amount of practice. Tongue and teeth, suction and drool. Staring up at me, swatting my hands away as I attempted to grab her head. Cupping my balls and tugging my shaft. I tried to tell her I was going to cum but all I managed was a muffled groan.

She stopped sucking but kept tugging and squeezing, her face cringing as I unloaded in her mouth, unperturbed, clearly familiar with a mouthful of cum, spitting me and it out when I was limp, leaning back, looking up at me as it poured down her chin and onto her chest.

“Filthy slut” I would’ve said if I could’ve said anything.

“Salty” is what she said, wiping her mouth with her hand, spreading the stickyness, climbing to her feet, her face so close I could smell my cum.

“Your turn” she said, pulling the panties out of my mouth, pushing me down to my knees, holding my head as she straddled my face. A leg over my shoulder, her lips on my mouth, her clit grinding against my nose. Fucking my face as I stared up at her staring down, a trail of cum getting perilously close, her wetness dripping down my chin. When my mouth found her clit she moaned. When my fingers crept inside her she groaned. Four fingers, knuckle deep, wriggling, twisting, creaming, squelching. So much fun.

“I’m going to cum on your face” she announced, words I’d never imagined I’d hear, tugging my hair and crushing my face between her thighs, her insides spasming around my fingers, gushing and groaning and shuddering. Stumbling as she freed her leg, falling into my lap, dazed and sticky. Kissing me, forcing me to taste my cum for the very first time, unafraid of tasting her own.

Her hand was on my cock, squeezing, attempting to revive it, somehow coaxing enough rigidity to get it inside her. Unsheathed, wading about in her warm wetness, slowly getting firmer. Moaning into my mouth, grinding until I was hard enough to ride, groaning every time I slipped out. Her vagina was cavernous, a worn, travelled tourist attraction, room for a gift shop and a museum. Even fully hard she was roomy, inviting filthy thoughts of how big she must’ve had, how many, how often.

My hands were on her ass, kneading, my fingertips on her crack, a solitary digit going rogue, pressing purposefully at her asshole.
“Don’t stop” she growled as she pulled her mouth off mine. I obeyed, pressing harder, prying my way into her less travelled hole. She tugged my hair and stared me in eye, whimpering “do it” as a second finger flirted with her little ring, a sordid invitation that I couldn’t refuse, squealing as it forced it’s way in.

Back to grinding, my fingers knuckle deep in her ass, my cock balls deep in her cave. Desperation in her eyes and cum on her chin, biting her lip, struggling to finish as I struggled to avoid doing so.

“Make me cum again and you can do whatever you want…”

The stakes had been raised. If it was a bluff I was going to do my best to call it. All I had to do was nothing. I tried not to think but “whatever you want” was burned in my brain, forcing me to contemplate possibilities, all of which involved sodomy. I recited the alphabet backwards in my head and started plucking hairs from my thigh.

“Whatever you want….” She repeated, over and over, grinding like her life depended on it. So desperate it was almost scary. I held firm. I prayed.

“I’m coming”

I held on tight as she bucked and spasmed, as her asshole crushed my fingers so tight I had reservations about sticking my cock in there, as she gushed so hard I’m fairly certain she was peeing on me. She went limp but kept trembling, a smile creeping across her face, relief in her glazed gaze.

“Whatever I want”

“Whatever you want”

We both knew what I wanted. I dislodged my fingers and pushed her onto her cold floor, making her shudder as she lay in her puddle, watching as she rolled over, straddling her thighs before she had second thoughts.

“So predictable”

My cock was soaking and oozing, hard as all fuck and primed. I spread her cheeks with one hand and held myself crushingly tight with the other, brushing my tip against her tiny puckered ring. Using my thumb to press it down, watching as I slowly disappeared, as she stretched apart. Stopping with my tip mostly in, steeling myself for the final approach, savouring her sexy whimpers.

“Do it”

I bit my lip and held my breath and marched on, breaching the gate, plunging into battle, hurtling towards my certain demise. Fucking heroic.

“Fuck” she whined.

“Fuck” I groaned.

Fucking tight. Dangerously tight. It was either retreat or advance, life or death, surrender or glory. I chose glory. I pressed on.

“FUCK” she squealed.

“FUCK” I grunted.

The crush stopped and the wriggling started, constant movement, her cheeks jiggling in my hands. Unraveling my defenses, pushing back, dragging me deeper into the unknown, throttling me, going for the kill.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” She whimpered.

“FUUUUCK” I growled.

I was undone. I fought until the death, pressing on as the life drained from my brave warrior, until I couldn’t press anymore, until I was limp and lifeless. She slithered out from beneath me, evicting me and abandoning me as she crawled on all fours to the bathroom.

Lovely, slutty, oozy Dana.

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