[MF] The Korean Cougar vs. The Biggest Dick I’ve Ever Seen (I Lost)

My best friend Katherine and I were invited to a New Year’s Eve party at a beach house in Pacific Beach, San Diego and had spent all day getting ready. We were under the impression that most of the men at the party were going to be young professionals so we made sure to pull out all of the stops; Brazilians, upper lip and eyebrow waxing, blowouts at the salon, mani/pedis, smokey eyeshadow, eyeliner, and dark red lip color, everything! I had all gold jewelry; bangles for each arm, wide hoop earrings, my favorite link necklace and a nose ring. On top of that, I wore my brand new slim navy/white patterned midi dress with a super high slit up the thigh, open-toed wedges with ankle straps, and a high-waisted lace g-string to surprise any lucky stud that got that far.

Looking like a high-priced hooker made me feel liberated and slutty. It was a class cocktail party; we arrived late and were immediately welcomed with mojitos and a selection of hors d’oeuvres like pork and applesauce cups and potato fritters. Within several minutes a few young men came over to talk to us. One, in particular, a lean Navy junior grade lieutenant with a monster bulge, took my attention. He smile was clean and natural, his eyes were hazel and his shoulders barely fit in his sports coat. He was staying the night with his friend in one of the rooms, so I asked to leave my clutch and phone there.

I danced with him for a half hour, and tugged at his waistband throughout. He had such a masculine cologne on, and when we kissed when the clock struck midnight his mouth was cool and fresh and inviting. Our kissing turned to making out, and as I felt his hands slip down to my ass I stroked the back of his head and stuck my tongue in his ear. He laughed, smiled, and grabbed my hand and led me down a hallway to the room he was staying in.

“Is this really your room?” I asked, drunk and horny.

“Yea, I’m sharing it for the weekend with my buddy.” He said. “I just texted him and said to not come in for the night.” We walked in and he shut the door, locked it.

On the dresser was a deck of cards, and I had a quick, slutty idea.

“Hey, what do you think about this?” I asked. “Let’s shuffle this deck of cards and pick one each. Whoever picks the lower card has to be slave for the rest of the night.”

It took him awhile to piece the proposal together, but when it clicked he grinned and nodded OK. “Only if I shuffle.”

We sat next to eachother on the bed and I threw my legs into his lap and massaged the back of his head, staring into his eyes as he shuffled. I cut the deck, and he shuffled a little more before exhaling and allowing me the first pick.

“Let’s pick and hide it, then show our cards at the same time.”

I picked my card, and he picked his cards. We counted down 3-2-1 and flipped over our cards. I had a 9 of spades and he had a 2 of diamonds. I had won. He had to be my sex slave for the rest of the night. I instructed him that he had to listen to everything I said without questioning. He agreed.

I stood up and told him to undress me. He slipped down my dress, and I immediately covered my nipples with my hands. He felt down my stomach and traced his fingers along my g-string and hips. I moved towards him, pushed him on the bed and jumped aboard to straddle his face. I told him to spank me and rip off my g-string, which he unfortunately actually ripped so that I would not be wearing any panties home.

“Bad boy!” I reprimanded him and slapped him in the face. “Stick out your tongue.”

I began gyrating my pussy in his face, and then turned around and suffocated him as his nose was now plugged by my asshole. I leaned forward and unbuckled his belt and reached into and grabbed a massive, hard, thick, veiny cock. I couldn’t even wrap my hand around the base. He was so girthy that my jaw began to quiver, thinking about how I would be able to handle the hung stud.

“Stand up and undress for me.” I demanded. I sat on the bed on my knees and watched him completely undress. He had such vascularity; veins popped out on his shoulders, biceps, forearms, and lower abs. His cock curved sharply upwards, so when he was erect it pointed almost straight up. He got up on the bed and stood on his knees. I was just staring at his big dick, wondering what to do first.

“Hold my hair, honey?” I asked. He ran his hands through my hair, smooth and flowing from the blowout and gave it a big whiff.

“I love hair. I love women’s hair when it’s this long.” He played and ran his fingers through some more before making out with me and gathering my hair into a bunch. In the midst of making out I dropped some spit on his cock head and began lathering up his girth with both hands before resuming a passionate make-out.

I moved my head just above his cock and wondered how much I could take. I gave the head a few quick licks before almost unhinging my jaw and taking about a fourth of his length before I tapped out.

“Fuck!” I said. “Let’s try again.”

I spit twice on his head and once on his shaft and thrust my head down again, opening as wide as I could. I was making loud gagging noises as I bobbed up and down on his fat cock, and he held my hair and stroked it continuously, moving strands away from my forehead and curling it around my ears. We moaned together, mine muffled by his girth, and as I shook and shimmied my head to gain additional length down my throat, my hoop earrings dangling wildly, I felt myself losing air and released.

“*Gahhhh*!” I exhaled loudly as I released. “*Uhhh* fuck!” I stroked him with all of the accumulated spit and then spit some more.

“I know, I’m really thick.” He said.

“Go down on me.” I breathlessly panted. I dropped to my back and spread my legs. He dove right in, grabbing my tits and flicking my labia with his tongue and inserting two fingers. He kissed sloppily right at my opening, blowing bubbles with his spit and then lapping it up and flat-licking all around my swollen pussy. He was applying pressure with two fingers of one hand and using his other hand’s thumb to massage my clit. The pleasure and sensation was unbearable as he stopped fingering me and twirled his tongue inside my opening. I ran my fingers all over his scalp and gave a high pitch squeal every time he made a sensitive touch at my clit.

“I want you inside me.” I whispered in his ear. “No condom.”

“Well that’s good because I don’t have one.” He laughed. He jerked his fat cock off for a second before inserting his head. I could feel the plunge at my vaginal walls and I winced in pain, clawing his shoulders. He pulled out.

“No, go in again, I’m fine.” I exhaled and he spit in my pussy before entering again.He got in a little past his head before I could feel physical stretching. I turned my head to the side but he moved it back, staring into my eyes and pressing our foreheads together. I could feel his warm breath envelop my face, and it calmed me. His cock entered completely and with extreme caution he pulled almost all the way out, and then in again.

“Oh my god.” I said. “You’re huge.”

“I know.” He laughed. “Just relax.”

He was careful and tender. I wrapped my legs around his waist as our hips moved with eachother to each of his soft thrusts. We were making out sweetly, and I was rubbing my hands all over his back muscles and glutes, admiring his firmness and every striation. He picked up the pace a bit but when I squealed he slowed back down.

“Tell me how you like it, baby” he said.

“I want you to fuck me hard, but I’m afraid you’ll break me.”

“Let’s try.”

He sped up gradually, before he was plowing into me like a piston. I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and pleasure at this point, and I closed my eyes while rubbing my clit, trying to take away from the fact that his plus-size member was absolutely annihilating my pussy. I knew I was making a labored “oh” face but couldn’t help it. I moaned and screamed with each pump.

“Are you about to cum?” he asked.

“Yes!” I lied.

“Me too!” he gasped. He quickly pulled out and stroked his thickness with my pussy juice. I watched ropes of cum toss onto my stomach as I played with my hair, completely out of breath and in moderate pain.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, pushing out every last drop and collapsing onto the bed next to me. I looked up at the nightstand alarm clock and realized it was only 12:32 AM. “Can you help clean me up?” I asked, annoyed.

“Yea! Sorry.” He got up and I watched his perfect buns shake to the bathroom where he nabbed a few squares of toilet paper. He jumped onto the bed, his soft cock dangling around, and wiped me up.

“It’s only 12:30.” I said. “I should get going.”

“Oh, ok.” He said incredulously. “Um, how much longer are you in town? Give me your number.”

We exchanged numbers and I entered the bathroom to clean up. I sat on the toilet and wiped, noticing tiny, faint streaks of blood from my vagina. He had given me a few lacerations. I held my face in my hands and felt bad for him, knowing he couldn’t have sex with many women. I ran the water from the faucet and relieved myself, feeling slight stings all around. I dutifully wiped one last time before flushing. I peered at my face in the mirror, figured I looked presentable, and exited the bathroom. He was passed out.

I put my dress back on, fluffed my hair, grabbed my clutch, applied some additional lip color and looked at my phone. Katherine had texted me that she was on the patio having champagne and a cigarette. I joined her, and let her know that we had to leave.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i87hvu/mf_the_korean_cougar_vs_the_biggest_dick_ive_ever