I was browsing my phone late at night, flicking through app after app in search of a distraction when I got a notification from reddit.
“Did things finish between you and Alfie?” I read. Boredom turned to sadness and I replied back to explain that things had ended.
He seemed genuinely sorry to hear about it and I appreciated his concern. We talked about it for a little while but I was relieved when the conversation shifted from the breakup to my stories and I began to absentmindedly flirt with him. I mentioned that I was looking for new inspiration to write about and that until then I’d come to a stand-still. He caught on pretty quickly and wrote back that “the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”
The flirting continued and gradually became more intense as his confidence around me grew. He told me about all the things he wanted to do to me. How he’d pin me down, my arms above my head and a hand around my neck as he slid his hard cock in and out of my tight pussy, spreading my legs and stretching me open. He didn’t hold back and described exactly how it would feel to have him pound into me hard and fast just the way I like it. He wrote that I’d have my legs draped over his shoulders, his body on top of mine and his crotch between my thighs so that he could fuck my pussy deep and rough, that I’d be screaming in pleasure and begging him for permission to cum.
Just reading his message turned me on and I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about this stranger and all the things he wanted to do to me. I decided to drag the conversation out for as long as possible rather than submit straight away and call him so I teasingly wrote back, “I don’t beg but if you play your cards right I might want to.”
He picked up on my brattiness and rose to the challenge, telling me about any and every dirty thing he could think of. We spent hours back and forth messaging about the adventures we could have together, how I’d lay down on my bed, his body next to mine and how he’d whisper in my ear degrading things whilst I touched myself. Dirty talk is my biggest weakness and I started to get really wet thinking about how bad I wanted to rub my clit whilst he watched, calling me a slut for being so desperate to cum.
I somehow fought the urge to begin touching myself, even though I could already sense that I was deliciously wet beneath my underwear. I began to tell him about a strip tease, describing how I was unclasping my bra and slowly letting it slide from my breasts, the straps falling off my shoulders. I told him about the black thong I was wearing and how I was tugging at it gently, slowly uncovering more and more of my soaked cunt. By the time I’d taken off my underwear and gotten comfortable in my bed my pussy was throbbing with excitement and I knew I couldn’t continue to torture myself any longer. We found each other on discord and started talking. I was hesitant at first, shy at the realization that the person on the other end of the call was a complete stranger, someone I’d never even met.
I bravely began to talk about how hard my nipples were, stroking them lightly with my fingertips and moaning at how sensitive they were. I could hear his heavy breathing on the other end and knew I was turning him on. I continued putting on my little show, moaning at every brush of my fingers on my skin and adding lots of heavy breathing to my words. He asked me if I wanted to touch my pussy and I eagerly said yes.
“Good girl.” Fuck I love being called that.
I let my hand slide down from my breast to my stomach, taking the time to feel all of my body thoroughly before placing my fingertips against my clit. I was wet. Really fucking wet. He seemed to know exactly what to say and how to turn me on, telling me about how hard he was and how badly I must want him to fuck me, calling me a whore every time I moaned. I was rubbing my clit hard, already close to orgasm from all the tension we’d created earlier. I needed to feel this release so badly. He ordered me to finger myself and I obliged with no hesitation, pushing two fingers inside of my tight little pussy and rhythmically finger-fucking myself to the sound of his voice. He asked me to tell him when I was close and I knew that he was going to make me earn my orgasm.
“I’m close.” I whispered, desperately rubbing my clit with one hand and fucking myself with the other.
“How close?”
“Really close.”
“Beg for it.” He ordered
“I don’t beg.”
“Beg right now you fucking slut.” He muttered harshly.
I whimpered in response.
“What did I just fucking say?”
I couldn’t stand it anymore, “please let me cum.”
“Please what?” He asked cockily.
“Please sir.” I begged.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to count down from ten and you’re going to wait to cum.” He explained.
I swear I tried to restrain myself but I was already so worked up and my pussy was so wet, I made it to 6 before orgasming hard without permission. It felt so dirty, so slutty and it was exactly what I needed.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l29v6m/the_time_a_stranger_messaged_me_on_reddit_fm
Nicely written little story… I enjoyed reading your very descriptive writing… Great job… Thank you…
That moment when you are the stranger on reddit, sup baby girl ??
Fuck how come I don’t get someone like you
I hv sexted multiple times but would love sexting with you
Pls let me know