How my (21F) year- long entanglement started [MF]

So before I delve into the story of my nasty first fuck with this stranger who was not my boyfriend, let me give you some context as to how I ended up in this messy situation. If you want to skip to the action, follow the stars (*****).

So after graduating college two years ago, I moved to a city 2 hours away to start working. Despite my hesitations about the distance, me and bf of two-ish years decided to stay together and made plans visit each other every other weekend. But adulthood is hard as fuck and busy as fuck, so I didn’t get to see him nearly as much as I’d hoped.

I was incredibly stressed out during this transition into life as a full-time teacher/student/independent adult and I was in dire need of some distraction (read as: dick) and comfort. Me and my bf were in a celibate relationship because of his religious beliefs, so even the few times we visited each other weren’t giving me the kind of distraction I needed. I don’t mention this to excuse my actions, just to let you know where I was coming from.

Fast forward a couple of months into my living in this new city: I finally broke down and decided to just shoot my shot and see where I land. I made a dating profile and began to peruse potential “distractions” without being completely sure what I was getting into. I reveled in all the attention I got online. I’m 5’5″ with pouty pink lips, size D breasts, and a natural hourglass shape, so a lot of guys were flocking to my profile trying to catch me before anyone else could. One man (27) caught my eye because he was tall (6’5″), and he was so damn cocky and funny during our short conversation. Somehow, he managed to coerce me into going out with him the next day.

I was already wound up when I drove to meet this guy because I didn’t know what to expect. Was I going to be a complete piece of shit today and cheat on my boyfriend? No, probably not, right? I had some sense, after all. I was just going to make a friend.

He got into my car wearing one long earring, a snap back, a graphic tee and some colorful sneakers. Eccentric, I thought. He smiled at me, told me I was was even more gorgeous in person, and to my pleasant surprise, absent-mindedly gripped my thigh with his long fingers while I drove us to our lunch spot. I wasn’t super attracted to him at first glance, but this guy had palpable sex appeal. He touched me like he owned me when, in reality, he barely knew me, and it was extremely distracting in the best way.

Our date lasted well into the evening when he told me that there was a special place he wanted to show me since I was new in town. He bought some wine from a local liquor store to drink as we talked and watched the beautiful lake in the city sparkle. I felt myself becoming less inhibited by my worries about my relationship.

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Eventually, he started to put some pressure on me by grabbing my ass and nuzzling my neck when he hugged me. I was still trying to ignore my arousal and be a good girl, reminding him that I had a boyfriend back at home. He told me that was fine, and he could just be my friend who fucks the shit out of me sometimes. Then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his deft tongue into my mouth.

My panties flooded as he reached behind me and rubbed my pussy through my sundress. I was so wet that I could see his fingers glistening when he brought them to his face and put them in his mouth with a devilish grin.

To this day, I don’t know what it was about this man that made me buckle. There had been temptation to cheat before, but never enough to make me drive to a motel with a stranger I met less than 24 hours prior. It felt dirty and raunchy and clandestine. And I loved it.

When we got into the motel room, without a word he began to slide my panties off with some difficulty because they were soaked and sticking to me. He guided me to lay back on the bed and spent a few seconds admiring my pussy in awe and a sort of feral hunger. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he said breathlessly as I writhed in anticipation of his touch. He then ducked his head and gave me the best head of my life probably. He devoured me, swiping his tongue in and around my clit, entrance, and ass with amazing fervor and precision, all while watching me with determination as I came to multiple orgasms that made my head spin. I felt extremely guilty as I came to my second orgasm and thought about how my boyfriend’s oral sex skills could never measure up to this.

His beard was dripping with my cum when he lifted his head. It was fucking hot. He didn’t even attempt to wipe it away as he slid off his pants and revealed his impressively long and hooked dick. He had no problem sliding into my pussy, despite the nervousness and resistance I felt after not having sex for so long before this moment. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned in surprise as I felt him fill me. I had almost forgotten how good sex was in all that time.

He wasted no time playing nice. He stroked me deeply, slamming into my pussy and pausing with his dick inside me so I could take him all in. I guess he got tired of my clawing his back, because eventually he lifted my legs behind my ears and used them to pin my arms down while he pounded my contorted body into the headboard of the cheap full sized bed. I was in ecstasy, moaning, “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you feel so good daddy. Please don’t stop.” I surprised myself then: I had always liked the idea of dirty talk, but found myself feeling awkward using it up until that moment. Sheesh, what was this man doing to me?

His pace slowed and he growled to keep himself from cumming. Then, he flipped me on my stomach and pounded me into the headboard some more while he whispered in my ear, “Whose pussy is this?”
I whimpered, hesitating to say it. He pulled my hair back so my eyes met his and asked again, “I said, whose pussy is this?” He slammed into me harder and I cried out in pleasure.

“It’s yours,” I cried through my impending orgasm. “Do what you want to me.”

He cursed under his breath then and stifled a groan in my shoulder as he came. The feeling of his dick throbbing inside me and his cum spilling out the tip put me over the edge sent my body shaking uncontrollably as I came with him.

We laid there panting for a few seconds before he laughed and said, “You’re so nasty, letting me come inside you like that.” I smiled coyly–surprised by myself once again.

Soon enough, we were back at it again. We fucked for hours that night in all the positions we could maneuver. I had at least 4 loads dripping down my leg by the time I woke up the next morning. This sex, I thought, was worth the two year wait. Now if only it could’ve been with my boyfriend ??‍♀️ I more to clean up that day than the nut between my legs.

This was my first time writing a post like this. Hope ya like it :)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jdfhtq/how_my_21f_year_long_entanglement_started_mf