When my 28[F] lingerie blog led to a week of fucking an older man 40[M] in Boston. [PART 2]

If you haven’t read part one yet, you can find it [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kg8agy/when_my_28f_lingerie_blog_led_to_a_week_of/).

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We barely made it inside the door of the room and Drew had me pushed up against the hallway wall. His mouth was on my neck, and his hands were sliding my dress up over my ass. As his hands traced up my sides with no resistance, he stopped and leaned back.

“You weren’t lying” he said.

“Of course I’m not lying,” I replied. “Your little slut should never wear panties”.

My hands worked his shirt out of his pants and pulled it up over his head. He pulled the rest of my dress up over mine, leaving me completely naked – a good slut doesn’t wear a bra, either. It turns me on immensely to be completely naked when my partner is not, and this was definitely no exception. I dropped to my knees and slowly unbuckled his belt, kissing his bulge as I worked the button open. I opened his pants enough to take his cock out and slowly teased him with my fingers and mouth – slow kisses down his shaft, my fingers lightly brushing down his length… He was trembling. I was too.

I pushed him back onto the couch we’d shared our first kiss on just hours prior. I took his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head, while my hand moved back and forth on his shaft. I don’t brag often, but I’m really fucking good at giving blow jobs. In college, I made a boyfriend pass out because he locked his knees so hard when he came. This blowjob was no exception, and Drew moaned. I needed his cock in my pussy. I stood up to straddle him, and Drew stopped me.

“Not here,” he said. “On the bed.”

I raised my eyebrows and smirked. “Okay, mister vanilla.” I love being a brat, too.

A flash of sexual intensity crossed his face as he stood up and ran his fingers down my body to my pussy. I was still so fucking wet. Wetter than I’d ever been. Drew slowly circled my clit and put his other arm around me as my legs got weak. I used my hands to push his pants down his body, where they fell to the floor. He pushed me back onto the bed and rolled me on top of him. I felt the entirety of our skin finally touching as I leaned down to kiss him. His hands grabbed my tits as I slid my pussy back and forth on his hard cock. We both needed it so badly. On one slide forward, I caught the tip of his cock and angled my hips to push it slightly inside me. What we’d shared on Tumblr wasn’t wrong. He was fucking thick, and I was as tight as an election in Georgia. I’m not shy with being loud, and I moaned as I slowly worked my pussy down his shaft until I bottomed out against him. I slowly rode him, driving both of us crazy.

“Do you like the way I ride on your big cock?” I asked.

“God yes. Don’t fucking stop.”

“Am I a good little slut for you?”

“The best.” He was starting to get breathless from my slow movements as I circled my hips and squeezed with him inside me.

“Are you going to fuck your good little slut hard?’

“Fuck yes.”

It was almost a growl. He held me close to him as he flipped us over. His hands found my ankles as he pinned them back towards my head. And jesus christ did he fuck me. I felt so stretched and his cock got so deep. I worried about my loud moans waking the entire city block, so I dragged a pillow over my face to muffle them. As he fucked me hard, my fingers found my clit and within seconds, I was cumming intensely. I bucked my hips against him, making him grind his cock into my g-spot. My orgasm went on for what felt like ages. It eventually subsided, but I was still just as insatiably turned on.

From our conversations, I knew his favorite position (and mine) was from behind. I sat up and kissed him before turning over onto my elbows and knees. I looked over my shoulder into his eyes.

“I want you to cum for me.”

He made a noise that sounded somewhere between a moan and disbelief that this was still happening, and entered me from behind. As he started his rhythm and fucked me, I focused on squeezing my pussy in rhythm.

“Jesus christ, how do you do that?” He asked.

“I want you to fucking cum for me,” I responded.

His thrusts got harder as he grabbed my hips. I reached back and made a V with my fingers, placing them against my pussy and around his cock. It was only a few seconds later that he came loudly, collapsing against my back and wrapping his hands around me from behind.

I let my body fall and we laid there like that for a while, his hard cock still inside of me and gradually getting softer until it slipped out. We enjoyed the feeling of skin to skin contact for a while, until he rolled next to me and pulled me face to face to kiss me. He stared in my eyes for a while, and eventually told me he loved me. I loved him, too. The admissions made him hard again and he straddled my lower leg to enter me. Round two.

We made love and fucked like crazy for the next three days. On the couch, pinned against the shower wall, shoving his cock down my throat, eating my pussy, lightly choking me… It was heaven. When I took him to the airport, we promised we’d see each other again… And we’ve kept that promise over and over for the past two and a half years.

So, y’all… take my advice. Don’t message that reddit girl that you want to fuck her. Tell her you want to discuss the merits of merging Excel spreadsheets with v-lookups.

You can thank me later.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kgkh1c/when_my_28f_lingerie_blog_led_to_a_week_of