Maybe hate-fucking the first attractive man on Tinder isn’t the most conventional coping mechanism after a heartbreak… yet someone stumbles into my web around 9:30 PM and I tell him to come.
My prey drives 45 minutes to see me on a cold, dark, icy night; he must be aching to get his balls drained by some pretty little thing. The streetlight reveals the tattoos sleeves running up his muscular arms as he tries to do the “polite” thing and ask me about myself which, frankly, I don’t care to share. He has a tent pitched in his pants for the duration of the drive through campus- he’s noticed that I’m only wearing a bra under my coat in between my directions.
We park. It’s not the first time I’ve hooked up here, it was a common place for my ex and I to fuck on the hood of his car freshman year of uni. Nothing has changed since then, other than the car and the guy I’m fucking.
He tries to touch me but I won’t allow him. He tries to kiss me but I won’t allow him. I unzip his pants and his cock is throbbing when I bob it down my throat. He’s moaning as I deep throat him to the point where I can like his balls at the same time and, I’ll admit, I did throw up a bit from the depth I took him but I swallowed it down and kept going. Not because this guy necessarily deserved good head but because I wasn’t letting him have control.
He starts begging to fuck me, I ignore him. This is a grown adult man begging to fuck a pretty girl in his own car and I revel in the pathetic pleading with his huge cock down my throat. A woman parks next to us in the midst of this and he tries to get me to stop. I don’t. I tell him she should be thankful to catch the show and he stops protesting.
I tell him to get in the backseat of his own car. He obliges and we both climb back. I position him under me and ride as I look out on the empty parking lot behind me- he’s clearly never had a girl ride him like this before. The guy breathes sharply when I start doing kegels on his cock and whimpers when I pull him out. It’s fun making grown men pathetic and bend to your will.
I tell him we’re going to do doggy style facing the woman’s car. He puts himself in position and I push back into him- he cums, digging his fingers into my hips. I’ll forgive him for that.
We don’t say anything. I pull off of him, he takes off his condom, and we pull our clothes on. There’s nothing to say, the moment is over. Again, he tries to make small talk but there’s no use. We both know we were just using the other’s bodies’ for the night. As long as no one utters a sweet nothing or bullshits the other, this will simply be a late-night hookup. Nothing more.
Maybe this is the way it’s supposed to be.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/le76x0/safe_sex_is_possible_when_people_keep_their
Made me hard. Mostly for the way it was written, decent story though.
This is ideal for me also. Well written thank you. I’m that older guy.
Beautifully written, hope you continue to write, even if its not erotica, the cadence of this was just lovely
So… when’s the book deal coming ma?
Pretty *Hard* to not whisper a sweet nothing after something like that… also, not very sub of you, and more public than private, hahaha but nicely wrote.