**Preface:** *One of my biggest weaknesses is alcohol. I’m not your standard alcoholic. I don’t drink often at all, and I never drink to blackout. But when I’m tipsy, it’s hard for me to say no to anything. Or anyone. When I refer to myself as a stupid slut, this is what I’m talking about – my inability to say no because being tipsy makes me feel so alive. And when I’m alive, I become crazy and horny. When you grow up with everyone telling you “no”, it’s hard to resist the urge to say “yes” when you’re older.*
*I think my personality is dichotomous in this way – every time I am “out of control” I feel free and exhilarated and when I’m totally in control I feel angry at myself yet focused. Even pre-divorce I channeled my “in control” energy into working out constantly and insanely healthy eating. My “in control” energy only manifests after a bout of “out of control” energy. And there’s a constant give and take from each.*
Last winter I flew out with a good friend and her husband to Park City, Utah for a ski weekend. We stayed at the St. Regis at Deer Valley, which has a funicular, or cable car, that travels a steep track to take you from the lobby to the main hotel which sits atop a mountain. It’s a beautiful view from the car.
We went skiing our first afternoon there, and where my friends were experienced, I was not. I felt very sexy in my ski outfit: shiny black ski leggings, ski boots and a tight purple Patagonia vest that went over a thermal. I told my friends to go off, not to worry about me the beginner and have fun while I went on the bunny hill. On my second run I shared a chairlift with two tall young men. We talked for a bit; they were from South Carolina and played lacrosse at a major university and also staying at the St. Regis. At the end of the chairlift I was slightly off-balance coming off and almost fell but one of the young men held me at my hips and skied with me to safety. I felt a rush of security wash over me the instant me held me and it was so hot.
After skiing, I changed into my fur-lined snow boots and let my hair down. I knew I looked like a stupid slutty Korean snow bunny so when we entered into the St. Regis bar in the afternoon I knew everybody was looking at me. It was intoxicating. There’s an amazing outdoor patio to the bar, but, it being Utah, you could only purchase limited alcohol if you were also eating. We ordered several cocktails and sat beside a fire pit while eating flatbread pizza.
About an hour later the lacrosse player who had helped me on the ski lift came by and said hello and if he could join us, and we said yes. He had shaved blonde hair and an amazing smile where his eyes squinted whenever he laughed. He had broad muscular shoulders and had rolled up his thermal sleeves, revealing his masculine rippling forearms. He had a rose tattoo on his left forearm so I asked him about it just as an excuse to feel him.
I was fairly tipsy at this point, and I knew I’d be saying “yes” to everything for the rest of the night. The lacrosse player asked me to walk with him to a lookout point at the edge of the patio, and I said yes. We stood there for several minutes, talking about his future in investment banking and how he didn’t want to do it but it paid the bills. I just looked at him lovingly, and drunk; I just nodded my head at what he was saying because all I could think about was getting into bed with him.
Within an instant we kissed. He ran his large hand up and down my back and he tugged at the waistband of my leggings. He asked if he could take them off a little later, and I said yes.
I texted my friend to tell her to not wait up for me. The lacrosse player met me at my room roughly ten minutes later, and I quickly took off everything except my thermal and leggings and slipped into the bathroom to freshen up. I frenetically wiped, swished some mouthwash and applied a dab of lip balm. He even asked me if I was alright in there because I took a little longer, but when I got out he was waiting patiently on a chair with that squinted eyes smile.
He asked me to lay on the bed on my stomach, and I said yes. He caressed and massaged my calves and hamstrings, which felt quite good after a day of skiing. He squeezed my butt and kissed both cheeks, and asked to take off my leggings, and I said yes. As he slowly peeled them down he trailed kisses down my butt, to my hamstrings and to my calves. I took off my thermal and sports bra and turned over on my back. He kissed my stomach and up my chest to my breasts where he sucked my nipples and kissed all around. I was rubbing my pussy through my panties and breathing heavily just as he stood up to take off his thermal, pants and boxer briefs. He had shaven his entire pubic region, which I thought was weird yet didn’t bother me. I asked him why he shaved and he said everyone does it. I told him not me.
His cock was thick and darker than the rest of his body. He asked me if I wanted to suck his dick and I said yes. He laid on the bed and I got in between his legs and licked up and down his shaft. He then said that he was kinda freaky and liked it rough, asking if I was ok with that, and I said yes. He asked if I could follow his lead, and I said yes.
He knelt on the bed and told me to get on all fours, and I said yes. My pussy was so swollen by his take-charge attitude that I was rubbing all around my engorged clit through my panties. He wrapped my hair around his hand and guided my head onto his throbbing cock. I was sucking pretty tightly, feeling his veins on my tongue. He asked if I could take his whole member, and I said yes. He pushed my head and I choked slightly. His cock head was as far back into my throat as I could handle, and I grabbed his muscular ass with both hands and squeezed hard. I could feel my cheeks water up from the inside and I slapped his ass to release me, which he did. I gasped for air as if I had been underwater.
He asked if he could talk dirty to me, and I said yes. He was holding my hair, pulled back very tightly, and I was on all fours just face to face with his thick cock, which he dangled in my face. He told me to spit on it, so I did. But he asked me to spit again and more and be angry about it, so I scowled and spit even more. He called me a dirty Asian slut and if I wanted to get my face fucked, and I said yes. He slowly inserted his cock into my mouth, one hand holding my hair and the other holding my neck and began thrusting and thrusting. I made loud gagging noises on purpose and could feel saliva dripping down my chin. To show him my discomfort in having to open my mouth so wide I stuck my teeth out. I was rubbing my clit faster and faster.
He said he wanted to fuck me, and I said yes. I quickly took off my panties and he reached into his pants and opened a condom and asked me to put it on, and I said yes. As I rolled the condom down over his shaft I looked at him and he was panting, ready to pounce on me. He threw me on my back, and asked me if I liked it rough and deep, and I said yes.
He put my legs in the air and hovered over me as he pounded away, his thighs slapping against my butt. I could feel him so deep inside me, almost wishing he hadn’t been wearing a condom. Each thrust I could feel it press hard against my walls, stretching me open, and I grasped his back muscles and dug my fingernails in.
“Oh you’re a feisty little Asian slut, aren’t you?” he panted and I shrieked “Yes!”
I was breathing so heavily I almost lost myself. His pounding was so visceral and deep that it was nearly painful. I was rubbing my clit with my fingertips and he leaned in to make out with me. I moaned into his mouth and he breathed into mine while slobbering all over eachother’s lips and tongues. While we were making out I moved my legs down and wrapped them around his waist, and he continued pumping into me.
He put his hands on my waist and lifted up, yet thrusted even faster, looking up to the ceiling. His torso was completely sweaty, his neck glistening. I could feel his thighs convulse and in an instant he slowed down and exhaled at a low register sigh, keeping his cock inside me. I knew he had cummed and I knew it was earlier than he had wanted. It had all felt performative, like he was reenacting his favorite porn scene and didn’t get to the end.
“Wow.” He said. “That felt so fuckin’ good.” He rolled over with comedown breaths, as if he had just completed a workout. I was still rubbing my clit and pussy when he noticed that I was still wet and hadn’t yet orgasmed.
“Oh shit, my bad.” He said. “I’m sorry, why didn’t you just tell me how close you were? I would’ve slowed down.”
“It’s ok.” I lied.
“No worries, I got you.” He said.
He put his middle and ring fingers into my opening. I squealed as he found my g-spot, and began pressing his fingers into my wall. I grabbed his head and rubbed my hands all over his buzzcut before reaching behind me for anything to grab onto. I grasped onto the bedframe and began shaking as he continued applying the pressure. Then with a high-pitch whisper I told him I was going to cum and he pulled his hand out and rubbed his juice-covered fingers all over the outside of my swollen pussy and clit. Tingles rushed up my spine and all around my shoulders and arms and it felt like my stomach dropped and all of my stress was released from every cell in my body.
I could still feel my clit pulsate a bit as I got up to clean up in the bathroom. I wiped my face clean, brushed my teeth with some mouthwash, spit it out and applied a small amount of eye cream.
When I got out of the bathroom, he was almost half-asleep. He had put the used condom in a tissue and left it on the nightstand, and I could see tiny tissue remnants stuck to his now flaccid cock.
“Is it cool if I sleep here with you? I really like you and I had a lot of fun.”
“Yes.”
***Postface:*** *I find it often that young men view sexuality to be performative, rather than intimate and sensual. I am not entirely sure why, but I believe this is due to the amount of visual pornography that is consumed nowadays, still overwhelmingly filmed through the male gaze.*
*I urge any male readers of my true (if slightly embellished) erotic tales to focus on pleasuring your partner first. This includes non-physical activity that adds to the mood, such as flirty discussions, maintaining eye contact, and other non-sexual physical activity such as massages, hair stroking, etc. Ask your partner what they like and how you can pleasure them before focusing on yourself. Mutual selflessness will eventually yield to a deeper emotional connection.*
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i3p9uo/and_i_said_yes_when_i_f46_got_throat_fucked_and