I [21F] fucked a guy from Reddit [33M] after nearly four months of build up. [FM]

As the title implies, the sex isn’t until the end. A good chunk of this story is mainly sexual tension that builds up over the course of nearly four months…. Until we finally have sex :)

Having been raised in an extremely religious and conservative state, my sex education was a mere “Don’t do it or you’ll die.” Right before I got in my recent long-term relationship, I had a hookup that rocked my world and changed my perspective on sex and I was left thinking about the entire new world of possibilities when it came to sex, but then got stuck. I had recently gotten out of the relationship where the sex was extremely mediocre, not leaving much room for exploration. It was extremely vanilla and he’d collapse after two minutes of good fucking. Not fun.

I still secretly fooled around with a few guys and girls previously, but it wasn’t until I got out of my long-term relationship that I really delved into exploring my sexuality and opening up. After three years of mediocre vanilla sex, it was time.

I had quite a few fantasies that I was wanting to explore, one of them in particular was being dommed by someone who was much bigger and stronger than me. Guy or girl, I didn’t care. I wanted to be thrown around and fucked senseless. Most of my sex experience was mainly me being assertive and dominating in bed. I’m a switch, but I was wanting someone to press my sub buttons. I hadn’t had sex in three months, my libido was raging and my pussy was screaming for some action. I bought a dildo and a few toys, masturbated two to three times daily, but still my thirst for real, raw sex just couldn’t be quenched. I desperately wanted to feel a real cock throbbing and twitching inside of me. I wanted to feel a warm body on top of me but mostly.. I wanted someone strong enough to pick me up and pound into me.

Around the beginning of March, just before lockdown went in full effect, I finally decided to take a risk and explore the dark side of Reddit. The hookup subs were full of men and after messaging a few people, I couldn’t find quite what I wanted. I decided to make a post of my own, and my inbox blew up. A large majority of them were dull, showed only numbers/stats, were unsolicited dick pictures, or simply… “27 M. Let’s fuck.”

I messaged back a few who clearly put more effort in their message and seemed like they respect women in general or were LGBT friendly. I find it even hotter when a guy or girl is bisexual or otherwise deviating outside normal gender norms.

I found myself extremely horny yet dejected after attempting to meet up with a few people but none of those meet ups worked out due to quarantine, me getting bad vibes, schedule conflicts, our kinks just not lining up, etc. I was so turned on at the premise of the possibility of meeting up with someone and actually getting fucked. One message in particular caught my interest and seemed promising. It was from a guy, we will call him Mike. He mentioned that he would be fine to come over, eat me out and fuck me and leave without a word. Trying to hold on to my sane mind screaming at me that this was a bad idea was like trying to hold water in cupped hands… it was quickly trickling away… Any usual vetting process I’d usually do was just completely thrown out the window. I wanted dick. Now.

Mike said he was 6’4, 240 lbs, 33yo, white, active military duty and sexually experienced as a dom. I got the impression that he was big and strong and would be able to toss me around. My pussy was absolutely soaking through my panties at this point. After a few brief negotiations on Reddit, we moved to another messaging platform and planned for me to go over to his place that same day. His work ended up going longer than usual and our plans fell through. Out of spite and sexual frustration I sent him a myriad of nudes and sexted him while jacking off with my dildo and vibrator, hoping to get him hard and make him want me. We discussed our kinks for a while and for the most part we matched up pretty well. I came several times but still was unable to fulfill my desire for dick. However, I was liking him more and more the more we chatted and even in my post-orgasm clarity, I knew I wanted to fuck him. He unfortunately had to fly home in unforeseen circumstances and ended up stuck there due to quarantine and travel restrictions.

I kept sending Mike nudes and often would try to tease him.. I wanted him to really want me like how I wanted him. Our messages evolved from just talking sex stuff to talking about life. We became friends. I was still adamant on sending him nudes, secretly hoping he would go crazy with desire for me and fuck me senseless when we would finally meet. We had quite a few sexting sessions. One sexting session, we were talking really dirty, imagining our meet up and I sent him a few pictures of me touching myself with a dildo in me. I asked him to tell me what to do with my dildo and he happily complied. He dictated my movements, bringing out all of my sub settings and making me absolutely beg for him and just need him even more. The orgasm from that sext session with him is one of the strongest orgasms I’ve had from touching myself to date, one that I still reminisce about. He told me what kind of bra and panties to wear the next day and it was then that I knew he was bringing out an entirely new sub side of me that no one has seen before and I absolutely loved it. I’m usually assertive and unafraid to speak up, but something about him made me want to shut up, get on my knees and open my mouth for him. This new side of me that I was exploring was scaring me and exciting me at the same time.

Mike got stuck where he was for two months and I wound up meeting other people.. but at the end of the day would always come back to him and I kept sending him nudes. I got a few pictures back and holy hell, from what I could gather from his sub-par selfie skills(lol), this man is attractive as fuck. I felt pathetic about how I kept crawling back to him. Pathetic… But in a strange way, somehow .. hot?? He was incredibly sweet and funny and I imagined we would have been good friends if we didn’t meet on the dark side of Reddit.

Alas, we met on the dark side of Reddit. He’s hot. I want his dick.

I relentlessly sent him nudes. I saw pictures of his body and dick and I couldn’t wait to meet up with him. For a while, I would often imagine his hand wrapped around my throat while I pumped myself with the dildo. I still do sometimes.

He got back a few weeks ago, but I got stuck in a funk myself and needed a break. He was cool about it. I messaged him when I was ready and we talked about seriously meeting up. We booked a hotel room. (This was last week.)

Now that the hotel room was booked and we really were going to meet up, my horny brain promptly took a sabbatical leave while anxiety kicked in overdrive. He knew I wasn’t very experienced and he was incredibly sweet and he reassured that there was no pressure at all to do anything. He was gentle and flexible but I knew there was a switch that would be flipped once the clothes were off and that thought alone was enough to get me soaked. Mike knew exactly how to press every single one of my sub buttons and he completely fulfilled all of my sub fantasies. He had mentioned several times that he was a very giving dom. He liked to give his partner pleasure, but it’ll be how and when he wants it to be. I was for sure looking forward to seeing him in action.

The day finally came. Mike got early check in and late check out, so we had the room for 24 hours. We had a bit of time in the morning to briefly meet up, but we both were busy for the rest of the day and planned to actually fuck the next morning. The hotel, to my convenience at his request, was only a 5 minute drive away from me. I still wasn’t used to meeting up with strangers from Reddit with the intention to fuck, so to say that I was nervous as hell would be an extreme underestimation of how I felt as I pulled up in the hotel parking lot. My heart was pounding and threatening to exit my chest with each thump as I got out of my car and texted him.

*Just parked.*

*Sweet. Just got keys.*

I walked towards the entrance of the hotel and saw Mike walking towards me. I wasn’t sure if my heart either stopped or actually did exit out of my chest. He was even more attractive in person and the reality of his 6’4 height sunk in as we met up. My 5’7 self was no match. After giving him just a once over (and then some..) I was already wet. I had to crane my head back to see his face and his casual day clothes did a poor job of hiding his muscles. I was briefly self-conscious. I’m white, 5’7, short haired brunette with glasses. My body is in no way muscular, but I’m not fat either. Think dancer and figure skater who quit and has taken a liking to tacos. I was about to be fucked by this 6’4 dirty blond giant. If he wanted to pick me up right now and yeet me across the parking lot, he was most definitely capable of it. He reached out to hug me and my brief moment of insecurity melted away as we headed inside.

“Hey, how are you?” Mike inquired with a soft smile. Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, his voice was dreamy.

“Doing well! How are you?”

“Just good myself! Good to see you finally. You’re even more good-looking in person.” Now I’m super wet AND beet-red in the face.

We continued our small talk as we headed into the elevator and headed up to our room. He was sweet and gentlemanly every step of the way, (I had to slightly jog to keep up with his stride) he opened every door for me and he was respectful in our small talk. My nerves were slowly fading away and I could feel my heart beating again. In a different place. My pussy. We looked around our room and settled on the couch, continuing our small talk. I couldn’t help but notice how big his hands were. They looked soft.. and perfect for fingering me. I wondered how it would feel to be fingered by him. We were talking about houses or something. I can’t remember now because I was way too entranced by his physique. His arms were huge and he was so tall…

“Harry Potter lanyard, eh?” He asked, breaking me out of my trance.

“Hm?”

He gestured to my lanyard that I’ve owned for five years, which was indeed Harry Potter themed and I am somehow just now noticing this. His hands were so beautiful…

“Oh.. Oh! Yes. Harry Potter. Yup. Mmhmm.”

Thankfully, he laughed it off.

I suggested that we move over to the bed to cuddle for a bit before we had to leave. I already mentioned many times beforehand that a ton of foreplay, physical intimacy, and closeness is a must with me when it comes to sex. I emphasized this several times because too many guys miss the memo that foreplay is important. This one seems to be getting the memo, though. So far?

I put all of my stuff on the bedside dresser and jumped on the bed, him following suit behind me. He laid on his back and I draped my arm and leg over him and we sunk into the soft, heavenly bed. We talked about our tattoos and their backstories. He had 14, I had 4. I was not slow to notice that while he was definitely muscular, he was not exempt from some body fat either. It made him the perfect pillow for cuddling. I became comfortable fast, admiring his chest and taking up opportunities to squeeze his chest and sides. My head was pressed into his chest and he smelled soooo goooooodddddddddd. While we discussed tattoos, his hand was lightly tracing the skin of small of my back where my shirt had lifted. His fingers were sending electrical sparks straight down to my pussy and I could feel months of sexual tension with this man threatening to burst. All of my senses were going into overdrive. He was barely touching me and he’s already sending me over the edge. The logical voice in my head simply ceased to exist and I was ready to rip his clothes off.

I leaned over to my nightstand to check the time… he had to leave in ten minutes. When I came back to face him, he firmly grabbed my face and neck and kissed me unexpectedly. I melted into the kiss, four damn months of sexual tension ready to be unleashed, and the kiss quickly turned into heavy, heated making out. His hands moved down my body to squeeze and smack my ass. The way that his hands squeezed my ass roughly with just the right amount of pressure and smacked them drove me wild and I grabbed at his shirt, his back, his arms, his head, anywhere I could touch him. I was already moaning in his mouth and absolutely falling apart at his mere touch. I wanted him in me. Now.

He climbed on top of me without breaking our kiss, secured himself in between my legs, slithered a hand behind my head and grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so he could gain access to my neck and collarbone. He kissed and bit at it just a bit too roughly. He grabbed my tits too roughly and I grunted, signaling him to cool it with the roughness. He listened to me. He propped my legs up and I wrapped them around his waist. He grinded his hard-on right onto my heat while keeping his lips firmly planted on mine. His hands wandered up and down my body, sending jolts of increasing sexual tension and pleasure straight to my pussy. He grabbed my tits forcefully, kneading them with his hand and I was ready to submit myself over to him already. The switch had been flipped. He was radiating this new aura of power and confidence, and holy hell I was turned on as fuck. I was already a puddle of dick-drunken sex crazed addict in his hands. The clothes weren’t even off. Why did I only fuck guys my age before?!?

He broke the kiss, leaned back on his knees and took a moment to run his hands up and down my legs, gently squeezing them. I watched him hungrily stare at me, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I’m sure I looked disheveled, my hair a mess and I was panting already. His lust-filled eyes looked up and down my body, and I’ve never felt more attractive. In that moment, I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“Fuck, you’re attractive,” he muttered to himself while squeezing my thighs. My face turned beet red and I didn’t reply. I was breathless. I didn’t know how to function anymore. This guy who was clearly way more experienced than me was ready to devour me as if I was his last, delicious, mouth-watering meal.

Thankfully, he didn’t give me time to reply. His hand that was squeezing my thigh made its way up to my throat. He wrapped his hand around my throat, pushed it down into the bed and dropped himself back on me, continuing our making out. I’m absolutely sure at this point he could feel how wet and hot I was through four layers of clothes separating our heats. He sucked, bit, and pulled at my bottom lip and my moans were increasing in intensity and volume. I could clearly feel his hard-on as he grinded into me with his hand on my throat. He knew being choked was one of my biggest turn ons and he wasn’t holding back one bit. From nearly four months of dirty talk, he gained knowledge on exactly what buttons to push and he executed them beautifully.

He peeled himself off me, grabbed my right leg and effortlessly threw it over me. He made it clear he was in charge. He stroked my leg and threw a hard smack on my ass. I knew that he knew he could do whatever the hell he wanted with me and I would be just fine with that. After smacking my ass a few times, he leaned down to kiss me gently and got himself off the bed.

“I have to leave,” he grinned. “But I had to make a move first before I left.”

I just blinked at him. I was still trying to catch my breath. He started gathering up his things and I went ahead and sat up on the bed.

“Make yourself comfortable, love. You can stay as long as you like.”

“Do you think you’ll be able to come back tonight instead of tomorrow morning?” I croaked out. He chuckled and turned to me.

“Not sure. I can certainly try, but I can’t make promises. That depends on if you’re coming back tonight as well.” he said, looking down at me. I was sitting on the bed and my neck was getting quite the exercise just to meet his gaze. He saw the opportunity and took it, grabbing my throat gently, leaned down and gave me a long, firm kiss. I knew if I tried to speak now, I wouldn’t be able to form coherent words.

He left the room and a few seconds later, I noticed that he left his jacket in the room. I texted him.

*Hey, you left your jacket here.*

*Coming back to get it.*

Two minutes later, he was back in the room and got his jacket. I was sitting on the bed on my phone and he curled his finger at me, motioning for me to come over to him. I did as he wished. He twirled his finger nonchalantly. I turned around without a second thought and he smacked my ass. I gave out a small gasp and giggled.

“I expect pictures.” He winked at me and left the room. He was fully expecting me to strip and jack off and send him pictures.

As much as I wanted to, I didn’t. I had other duties to attend to that afternoon and I had to leave shortly after as well. It was difficult to clear my mind of the dick-drunken state I was in but I managed to pull it off. Took me a solid hour, though. I’m not sure how he even managed to not fuck me right then and there.

That night, I returned to the hotel and took a long bath, moisturizing myself and completely relaxing in solitary. My pussy was still raging so I went to the bed and took some nudes for him with dirty captions. I wanted him to be so damn horny he’d lose his mind if he didn’t fuck me. That was how I felt, anyway. He unfortunately couldn’t return to the hotel until morning, so we settled for our original plan. Sleeping in the soft, fluffy hotel bed that night felt like sleeping on a cloud and in all honesty it was nice to really relax.

The next morning, I grabbed some breakfast from downstairs and spent most of my morning relaxing in the bed. Mike came to the hotel shortly after he woke up and I was still half-asleep when he showed up. He climbed in bed and replaced my pillow. I climbed on top of him and cuddled him for a good while. His hand was stroking my back and had once again returned to the bare skin of the small of my back, sending electrical sexual jolts straight to my pussy. The jolts were slowly waking me up and pretty soon, I couldn’t wait around any longer. I decided to take action.

I tilted my head back and gently pulled his head down to meet my lips. Mike eagerly kissed back and it wasn’t long before we were full on making out, knowing that we were here to fuck for real this time. He climbed on top of me. His hands were quick to slither down to my ass, once again squeezing with the exact right amount of pressure and roughness. He grabbed my hair and gave himself access to my neck and collarbone. He made his way down to my tits, pulled my tank top down and allowed himself to enjoy them. My nipples were extremely sensitive and every lick of his tongue on them increased the wetness on my thong. I was grabbing at his shirt and tugging at it, clearly wanting his clothes off already. There was an unspoken agreement between the two of us that the last four months and the previous day was foreplay enough. He undressed us until we were both topless. He struggled with taking my bra off and we both took a breather to laugh and I helped him out. His eyes continued filling with lust as he hungrily took in my boobs now in full glory in person. He eagerly re-latched to my nipples and I had to warn him a few times to cool it with the roughness and be gentler. In that moment, he completely owned me and I was his.

Mike snuck a hand down my shorts and rubbed my clit. Hot damn, he knew his way around a clit. He knew how to move his fingers, how to rub them around and where to apply pressure. Within seconds, I was squirming, panting, moaning and humping his hand. I tugged on his pants and he stood up to tear them off, along with his underwear. I couldn’t help but stare at his dick. It was beautiful. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped a few times. He scooted closer to my face and I eagerly took his dick in my mouth, admittedly gagging a few times due to his length. There are very few things I enjoy more than giving a man a blowjob and seeing that he genuinely enjoys it. I was enthusiastically slobbering spit all over his dick and pumping it with my hand at the same time while keeping my eyes on him. I could tell that he was enjoying it and I fucking loved watching his reaction to me sucking him off. He took off my shorts and thong and pushed two fingers in me. I gasped and couldn’t hold back my moans. He fingered me while I sucked his dick and it was absolutely beautiful.

For some reason, to my dismay, he pulled his dick out of my mouth but that dismay was quickly assuaged as he lowered his head in between my legs.

Holy fuck. He knew how to eat a girl out. Again, why have I only been with guys my age?!? He knew where to lick, how to suck, and exactly when to finger me. It. was. so. fucking. hot. I was getting really close to climax.

It wasn’t long before my moans were pretty loud once more and I was squirming. He finally decided he had enough and needed to fuck me. He stood back up, grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I just about came right there, with that show of authority. His aura was completely radiating confidence and power once again. He pushed my legs back, practically folding me in half. In that moment I felt so vulnerable and exposed to him. My ass was almost hanging off the bed, my legs spread wide open for him to do with me as he pleased.

Mike finally slid all of his length in me and I literally couldn’t breathe for a heartbeat. My eyes rolled back in pleasure on his second thrust and I was grabbing the sheets. His dick filled me up so good. After a few thrusts, I could feel that he was changing angles, watching my body language and ensuring I had every bit of satisfaction. I lost control completely. Wave after wave of pleasure straight from my pussy shot through my whole body. I came. Hard. He struggled in keeping my legs open and continuing his thrusts. When I finally came down from my high, Mike smiled and sweetly kissed me. In a second, his hand was around my throat and he was taking back his control. He pushed me down, spread my legs as far wide as they could go and fucked me again, knowing the angle to go for. I seriously had to take a break and told him to get off. He did. I was panting, moaning and quivering on the bed. He just smirked at me. Bastard. He clearly still had stamina and I was pooped. He was smirking at me, knowing he did a good job of making a mess of me.

When I finally nodded, indicating that I was good to go again, he didn’t waste a second. He pulled me to the end of the bed again, and told me to turn around. I got on my knees on the bed and I felt a few hard smacks on my ass. After ensuring the smacks would make me wet enough for his dick to slide in again, he grabbed my hips and fucked me. Hard. He took my arms that were gripping the bedsheets and put them behind me so my face was in the bed and he was slamming into me. The force of his thrusts were driving me crazy. I knew he was definitely paying attention to my moans and adjusting speed/angle accordingly. When he grabbed my shoulders and he was going in deep enough that I could feel his waist hit my butt with each thrust, I nearly lost control of my body again.

He flipped me over on my back, spread my legs wide open and slammed into me. His hand went up to my throat and my body just about went up to cloud 9 when I finally climaxed. When I finally came down from my high, I saw that he came as well. I grinned at him. We laid there for a few heartbeats, frozen in time and tangled up in each other. He peeled himself off me and helped me clean up our sweaty, cum-filled messes. When adrenaline wasn’t running in our veins anymore, he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I behind him, scratching his back. A few minutes of small talk and laughs passed. We were already talking about what we would do for next time as we enjoyed each other’s company.

When he left later on, we texted each other and continued texting for the remainder of that day. I told him he was definitely worthy of a reddit story posted to r/gonewildstories. :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hml1vm/i_21f_fucked_a_guy_from_reddit_33m_after_nearly