I [F] met the love of my life [M] on a porn message board.

I met the love of my life on a porn message board. I, always the attention seeker, had posted some pictures of myself – my face, my huge tits and soft tummy, my round full ass. He saw and he messaged me to ask if he could photograph me. He told me I was beautiful, but was very professional. He linked me to his portfolio and was amazing. He was incredibly talented and he lived in my city. I was pretty shy in real life, but I wanted to be one of the girls he made look so beautiful in his work. I agreed and he sent me his phone number so we could figure out a day and time. At this point I had no idea what he looked like.

I called him and we immediately hit it off. We talked for at least two hours about anything and everything. He was intelligent and funny and we flirted easily. Honestly, I fell for him right then. We finally picked a day and time and hung up. I immediately went back to his site and found a picture of him. I was about 24 at the time. He was ten years older than me, about my height, light brown skin, shaved head, glasses. A cute, sweet-looking nerd. He could’ve looked like anything, though, and I would’ve been into it. He had me hooked.

We met for our shoot and it was super professional and I was EXTREMELY timid and I apologized for being a shitty model. He laughed and tried to make me comfortable. We spent most of the time just talking and joking. I went home knowing I had to see him again.

The next time we talked, I asked if he was married. He said no, but he had someone. Then he added, “but I’d love to fuck you.” I was shocked and angry, like who says that?? But it was him. And I was already hooked on him. And hearing him talk like that did arouse me. I said we’d just be friends and he agreed.

But the thought of fucking him lingered. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d be like. And we talked almost every day. He said he wanted to see me again. Just lunch. Just get pizza. But he joked that I should wear a dress and no panties. I’m not sure he expected me to it.

But I did. I had a black halter top dress that was tight enough to hold my tits without a bra – but showed tons of cleavage – so I didn’t wear anything underneath at all. I didn’t really intend to do anything, I just loved the idea of teasing him. He picked me up, said I looked nice in his professional way, not mentioning my tits. We sat down and chatted and ate as friends. No funny business. He took me home and I asked if he wanted to come in for a while. I didn’t want our date to be over.

He came inside and we sat on my couch talking. I sat facing him, looking all longingly at him. I’m sure I looked crazy. He finally asked – “so, are you wearing panties under that sexy dress or not?” I stood up in front of him, turned around and slowly pulled up my dress to reveal my bare ass. His hands went to my hips immediately and he pulled me towards him. He ran his hands over my ass gently, leaning in to kiss and bite my cheeks. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed me and threw me over his lap. I laughed because I wasn’t used to being manhandled like that. “What are you DOING?” I shrieked. He kept running his hands softly over my ass and then his hands were gone. I was confused til his hand slapped down hard on my ass. I screamed in surprise, fear and excitement. He asked if I liked it and I moaned in agreement. No one had ever treated me like that. He slapped me again, over and over. Between each slap, he lightly rubbed my hot, red ass. Then he pushed my legs apart and said “Let me see if your pussy is wet. I wanna know if you really do like it. Oh baby, you’re wet. You want my fingers?” I begged him to touch me. He started rubbing my clit slowly, stopped to spank me, started again harder, spanked my ass, furiously rubbed my clit. I was squirming everywhere, at turns screaming and moaning and eventually crying. I came hard and with a sob.

He heard and quickly pulled me up to him and held me tight to his chest. I was a mess. Crying and trying to catch my breath. He said he’d be right back. He got some ice from the kitchen and rubbed it on my sore ass cheeks. “You’ll probably bruise.” I was still crying, more calmly now. “Are you ok?” He came back to cuddle me. I did my best to express the emotions that had overcome me, but I don’t think I expressed it well. Then I said “you did all that and still haven’t kissed me.” He looked deeply at me and kissed me. My lips, my face all tear streaked, back to my lips. It was the sexiest, most beautiful and sensual moment of my life.

He had to go and I had to let him. I walked him to the door and before he left I said “Wait! You didn’t even mention my tits! I didn’t wear a bra! I always wear a bra. Like, excuse me, this is momentous.” He pulled my halter over my head, freeing my tits. He lifted each one and sucked greedily on each nipple. “They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful. I’ll see you later.”

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