The house on Ashbury St looked as if it didn’t belong. The house sat in a nice development, in a nice part of town. But the house in question was not like the others. The grass rose up tall and overpowering, a mixture of weeds and dead grass. The driveway had vehicles parked that had not moved in ages. The garage door sat slightly open, and crooked, with a food and water dish out for the local strays. The house’s around the house in question on Ashbury St were newer build cookie-cutter homes with manicured yards and suburban white families.
I had gotten to this peculiar house on Ashbury St looking to find some dope, hash, weed, mary-jane, or whatever you call it in your neck of the world. I had graduated from college and quit weed, I had gotten my big boy job and was done with it. Flashforward a year and a half later, my company closed shop and I was left jobless and girlfriend less. When I texted my old dealer looking for an ounce, he told me he had moved off to California in search for greener pastures, or legal weed pastures. However, he had a friend who could hook me up but warned me he was a bit weird. My old dealer checked with his hookup if it was good for him to give me his number, within 15 minutes I had received a text from my new dealer.
The man I was now texting referred to himself as Eddie. Eddie was down to sell to me but he had a few rules. No business during daylight hours, at his home I must wear socks, and I always had to bring him a mountain dew voltage pop if I was coming by. I was starting to see what my old dealer meant, he was odd.
I followed the rules set forth. At nine that night I got in my car and stopped at a gas station for a pop. I was in sandals, but I had a pair of socks. I found the house on Ashbury St and just stared at it, it looked like the typical drug dealer house. Only instead of a shit neighborhood, it was a nice new development.
As I walked up the driveway I could easily see some really poorly installed camera’s on the house. I walked along the front of the house to the front door, and rang the bell. I waited a few moments and no one came, I ring again. I hear movement in the house, lights are on. My phone vibrates and it’s Eddie. I verified it was me and shortly after I send the message, the door opens.
A tall petite woman opens the door. Standing close to my height or just above me. She is a white woman with dirty blonde hair in dreadlocks. She is wearing some fruit of the loom panties and a white tank top so worn you could see her breasts underneath.
“Eddies downstairs, it’s right over there,” she told me pointing to a door near the kitchen. She parted to the side and I entered. As I walked past her she reached for the Mountain Dew I had brought. The smell hit me fast when I entered, mothballs and weed hit me like a brick. It was almost too much for me, but I had driven twenty minutes already. I introduced myself and the woman smiled at me, her name was Megan. Megan did not follow me downstairs, she took her seat at the kitchen table where she was doing an adult coloring book.
I found the stairs and made my way down. I adjusted to the smell quickly. The stairs ended in the basement where I had two hallways to choose from. The left was dark and a bit scary, but the right hallway was lit well and ended in a room. I followed the light and found Eddie in the end room. Eddie was a 300-pound black dude, in a white tank as well and some shorts. His head was shaved and he had glasses thicker than any I had seen. Covering the walls were video game posters. In the far corner was a nice looking computer setup Eddie apparently was a gamer.
Eddie and I exchanged our hello’s and made small talk as he got my order ready. He was polite and weighed everything in front of me. I had the bag in my hand, and Eddie had his money within 5 minutes. We shook hands and I made my way upstairs.
As I opened the door upstairs Megan is at the table coloring, topless. She is sitting there, her top now gone and her breasts exposed. A distinct scar on her chest between her breasts. Before I can turn away or excuse myself she stands up.
“I had surgery on my heart as a teen, that’s what the scar is from,” she tells me, looking at me.
I had no idea what to say back so I just said “Oh”.
Megan walked in my direction stopping in front of me. “I was just about to watch Star Wars, you wanna watch it?” she asked me. She was acting as casual as someone would if they were fully dressed.
“Are you not Eddie’s girlfriend?” I asked her. He had never said anything about them being together, but then again why would he.
“Oh, Eddie won’t care at all. And, we can smoke if you wanna, I have my own weed.” She said smiling. Megan disappeared downstairs quickly, and when she came back she was holding a big bong and a bag of weed triple the size I just bought. There was no way I could pass on free weed, so I decided to stay.
Megan sat on a love seat and patted the cushion for me to sit down. With Star Wars on, the bong packed tight, we smoked. The weed hit me hard, and before I knew it I was really baked. The movie got funnier, Megan and I laughed away at the dumb spots in the movie. Partway through, Eddie came upstairs. He paid no attention to us, he did not even seem to realize we were there. It felt odd that I was watching a movie with his girlfriend, and he was downstairs. Eddie was downstairs quickly, shutting the door behind him. I was so high the first movie seemed to take 30 minutes, and before I knew it the movie was done. I was too high to drive, and Megan offered to repack the bowl. We put in the second Star Wars and sat back down. Megan got up to make popcorn, and when she came back she had a blanket. Megan sat next to me on the couch and began to cuddle up to me. She rested her head on my shoulder and put the blanket over us.
I was very high, but I felt at ease. It did not feel weird to me that Eddie’s half-naked girlfriend was now laying on me. The room started spinning and I rested my head back, looking up at the ceiling. I felt a slight pressure on my dick and looked down to see Megan’s hand rubbing my dick over my shorts. I got erect almost instantly (always do with weed). Megan looked up at me and bit her lip with a half-smile. She was trying to find my shaft and wrap her hand around it over my shorts. She seemed to know the perfect speed because it felt really good.
“Take your shorts off,” she whispered to me. Megan readjusted herself. With my shorts on the floor, Megan was now on her stomach. She took my cock in her hand and began to give me oral. I halfway leaned to the right so my hand could grab her ass. Her mouth was the warmest slot my cock had ever been in, the weed and the bj were hitting hard. Megan was so gentle with her tongue and so purposeful with her strokes. Midway through the best blowjob, I had received thus far in life, the basement door opens up. Eddie walked up and I looked over the couch at him, and he at me. He continued on to the kitchen. I hear him preparing food and pouring a drink as Megan continues to suck me. She never hesitated or stopped.
I look down and in a loud whisper, I let Megan know Eddie is upstairs. She never stops sucking.
“He is in the kitchen,” I tell her again.
Finally, Megan releases the head of my cock from her mouth and turns her torso to me. “I already texted him earlier I wanted to fuck you, he said he didn’t care,” she said to me.
Eddie gathers his things and heads back downstairs yet again. I continue to let Megan suck me until she decided to stop.
“You wanna fuck?” she asks. “Eddie doesn’t care, seriously. We’re open.”
Once Megan said that it did not take me long. I was high and on the verge of exploding. “Ok,” I say.
Megan rose to her feet and stripped fully nude, removing her underwear. “I’m not on birth control, you can either use a condom in my pussy or take my ass.”
I was higher than I had been in years, but luckily my sober sole was still there in my mind somewhat. I had just met this girl, my drug dealers girl. I opted for the rubber.
“Condom is fine,” I say.
Megan walks towards the Tv playing our movie and reaches to a cookie jar just above the TV. She pulls out a condom and came back. My cock was still hard and she placed the condom on over my cock with her mouth. Sitting upright on the couch, Megan situated herself on top of me. I slid into Megan quite easily, her spit and natural arousal were plenty. Her pussy was warm and slick and felt overwhelming. I was glad to have the condom because it would help me last. Megan was very petite and I could feel her hip bones as I helped her grind on me. She was able to work her hips into a divine motion that seemed to be attempting to milk my cock dry with each of her thrusts.
She brought her forehead to mine, and our breath mixed. We never kissed but were closely intimate and about to. We began to sweat as we vigorously used each other for pleasure. Megan’s moans were beginning to intensify, her breathing sped up. Megan grabbed hold of my hands and moved them off her hips. I tried to grab her ass, but she stopped that.
“Don’t touch me, put your hands behind your head.” she exhaled to me.
I did as asked, and Megan rode me harder. She was doing it all on her own, using my cock for her pleasure. She reached down and began touching herself, and before long she was practically screaming. Her loud moan and orgasm might have been heard by the neighborhood. I looked down and saw Megan squirt slightly, a gush of liquid from her pussy rushed onto my groin and onto her couch.
She brought her head to mine, panting, sweating, and practically embraced me with her arms.
“I came!” she said, almost surprised. “Your turn, how do you want me?”
I had Megan get on her knees and put her stomach on the couch. Doggystyle was the only way I was cumming with a condom. I took my spot behind Megan. I had not noticed yet somehow, but Megan was quite natural to down there. I had never really been into that type of thing, but Megan had proved me wrong. Her pussy looked amazing, the hair, the mixed fluids, her beautiful labia. I moved behind her and put myself inside her.
Megan laid on her stomach with her arms spread out, she was moaning as she allowed me to use her. I had a good grip on her small ass, her lips gripping the condom over my cock. It was only a few minutes before I was close to cumming. As I got closer, my fucking got harder. Right before I was going to cum I realized I was fucking Megan as hard as I could. My balls flapping and hitting under her hard. The orgasm was a long and drawn out one. I pulled out and stood up, shooting cum onto her ass and lower back.
After I came, we sat on the couch together. Both sweaty and tired. My high was coming down after sex. We ended up finishing up the movie and I felt fine to drive after. Megan walked me to the door and kissed me on the cheek.
I never fucked Megan again at Eddie’s house, because Eddie got upset how loud she moaned as he played on the computer. So Megan came to my house for a while to fuck instead, where she could be as loud as she wanted to be.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ihqia8/the_dope_man_is_up_to_something_mf