[MF] The Era of Man Slut: Stephanie

I didn’t go on my first legitimate date until I was 19 and in college, and the sum total of sexual experiences I had during this blissful undergraduate years wouldn’t even require the remaining fingers of a grizzled old high school Wood Shop teacher to count, so while I wasn’t completely inexprienced, I’d hardly say I had a particular set of skills, acquired over a long career.

This changed when I entered graduate school, though to be honest, I don’t know *what* specifically changed, or how I can harnass it for amazing personal gain (because if I *could* do that, I’d already be living in Atlantis and fucking my harem of mermaids – I like to dream big).Somewhere between general study at one university and applying for much higher education at another, there was a seismic shift in my ability to interact with women I find attractive and, more importantly, their overall interest in me. As a result, I now refer to my graduate school career as the Era of Man Slut, because sweet bouncing *bits*, I had a lot of sex during that time.

In my first year, I met a young woman we’ll call Stephanie. Stephanie was a bit on the thick side, meaning she had a little extra of all the things I particularly enjoy – tits, ass, thighs, and that bit of belly that drives me completely insane. I’m wired a bit differently than a lot of guys I meet – flat tummies and thigh gaps do fuck-all for me. It’s not that I can’t appreciate a woman who works hard on maintaining that figure, but I get so much more from a woman with a little more *substance*.

So Stephanie’s body was on point, but what really pulled me in was her hair. Good god, she had this huge mane of thick red curls. This was during a time when big hair wasn’t really in fashion, so at the time having her natural hair be so giant was a major and immediate turn on for how different it was. I went from zero to erection in one single stare.

I’m not going to bore everyone with the slow story of how we met, the multiple conversations we shared, the gradual flirting, and etc. Stephanie told me early on that she didn’t want a boyfriend, and that was fine with me, because as much as I enjoyed talking to her, she wasn’t what I was looking for in a long term relationship either (we had some ideological differences that would have made a serious relationship fall apart eventually). However, we were both attracted to each other, so it was inevitable that during one of our afternoon hang out sessions at her apartment that we would finally make out, which was enough for me but I didn’t realize for a while was *not* enough for her.

It was perhaps Day 3 of making out and some general feeling up that she finally became frustrated and began to ask me if we were ever going to do anything else. I felt a bit like an idiot for not realizing she’d wanted more, and tried to rectify my mistake immediately by grabbing her and holding her close to me as I began to kiss her neck, and suck her earlobe into my mouth to nibble it. I breathily asked her what she wanted to do, assuming she’d just shyly kick her pants off and pull me into her on her couch.

Instead, she threw me for a loop when she said, “I need you to be aggressive.”

I had to pause at this because her words could mean a lot of different things and I needed to make sure we were all very clear, because I was definitely not going to be okay with anything involving hitting or choking or other simulations of physical abuse. I have some personal history there that still renders me feeling a little sick if I think I might be hurting somebody.

Fortunately for me, she sighed, shook her head and explained that she wanted me to “be selfish,” to have her do what I want to do. She wanted me to use her to get off, basically.

I pondered this for all of a nanosecond before I reached out to run my hand through her hair and pull her face into mine for an extremely hard kiss. This wasn’t some tender necking session at this point. I decided right then and there that if this is what she wanted, I’d deliver something a bit rougher. *Give your partner what she wants* is a pretty solid philosophy that’s served me well and resulted in some pretty phenomenal sex.

I tightened my hand in her hair as I kissed her and pulled, which caused her to gasp into my mouth – a moment that still puts a smile on my face when I remember it – and I saw in her eyes the exact moment that she went from curiosity to full-blown lust. I leaned in close to her ear and in a voice that wasn’t quite a whisper but wasn’t loud enough to be heard beyond that couch, I said to her, “I want you to get on your knees and show me what that slutty little mouth can do.”

That statement was a gamble, I realize in hindsight. My dirty talk game is generally on point but I recognize that it is *not* for everybody, and it’s a real crapshoot determining if your partner is going to be into it or completely offended by it. At this early stage of my life I didn’t quite realize that dropping a “slut bomb” even in the height of passion can have the potential to end sex really fucking quick (I learned this lesson the hard way later). Luck was with me that day because she immediately bit her lip and stood up from the couch only to sink down to her knees between my legs.

Can I quickly say as an aside that I love watching a woman do the slow descent to her knees? It’s magical.

She moved slowly, pulling me out, but then seemed unsure of herself. She held me in her hands and sort of looked back and forth from my cock to my face, as though she coudln’t really figure out what came next. I was still a bit high off of taking on a more dominant role, so I gently pulled her head forward and said, “Now suck my cock.” Not in a commanding way, or a laughing way, but in a voice that communicated that I had an expectation and couldn’t see any reason why it would not be met.

For her part, she was still a bit slow. In later hook-ups from her I came to realize that she did this on purpose to coax me to be rougher or meaner, but at the time I genuinely thought she was a bit shy and wasn’t sure what do do now that I was legitimately delivering on her request. Rather than immediately taking me in her mouth, she began a series of slow licks up my cock punctuated by tiny kisses to the head. It was cute, but definitely not what I’d asked for.

As my hand was already in her hair, I once again tightened my grip, giving a very light pull close to her scalp. She gasped again and I distinctly remember her legs came together, and as I held her hair she was squirming in place. That was all the evidence I needed that I was on the right track, so I decided to up the ante a bit by saying, “I didn’t ask you to *lick* my cock, sweetie. I asked you to *suck* my cock.”

This demand, coupled with the hair pull (which I later found out was the way to get her from zero to soaking wet in a matter of seconds), caused her to drop all pretense of being coy. She dove onto my cock, for lack of a better word. She crammed so much of my cock in her mouth it actually surprised me, because nobody in control of themselves or their words would have experienced that scene and uttered out, “Whoa! Oh! Whooooaaa!” the way I did.

Try to imagine James Bond saying that the next time a supermodel joins him in the shower, just really shocked and surprised but mostly happy to be there. 007 emphatically crying out, “Whoa! Oh! Whooooaaa!”

To be fair, the reaction was appropriate, because she proceeded to give me one of the sloppiest blowjobs I’ve ever received. I’m normally not into frantic, fast blowjobs full of noise and drool, but damn if this girl didn’t try to convert me. She was very regularly gagging herself on me, to the extent where my concern began to rise and I had to fight back from saying, “Jesus, holy shit, maybe we should calm it down for a second; it’s not like the cock is going anywhere.”

It felt like every other second I heard this *glangh* sound come from her mouth and throat. I could feel her spit just collecting at the base of my cock and dripping down my balls. It was surreal. I can honestly say no girl has ever blown me like that since and I’m not sure I’d want any of them to because it was so fast and intense that my cock reached a sort of heightened numbness that more or less gave me a zero chance of achieving orgasm.

I had the remedy for this because, quite frankly, I felt like she’d more than earned something for her as well, so with yet another tug on her hair, I pulled her off my cock and, breathing heavily, told her to bend over the arm of her couch.

Now, it’s not necessarily important that I set much more of the scene, but just in the interest of full disclosure, I’ll mention that she wasn’t dressed for classic seduction. She was wearing loose sweats and a t-shirt. And to be fully honest, that laid-back comfort look does more to turn me on than any sexily cut dress or lace covered night-time attire that can inevitably accumulate in a woman’s closet specifically for those times when she suspects she’s going to get lucky. No, wear the old oversized t-shirt you got for free at some stupid event – the one that communicates “business hours are over.” That whole built for comfort look just makes me want to *extend* business hours.

The somewhat frumpy outerwear hid secret treasures underneath. Her t-shirt had come off at some point during her insane blowjob and for a good portion of her head game I was treated to this green lacy push-up bra that did an amazing job of putting her tits on display. They weren’t the biggest, but they were more than big enough to work for me.

And, when she quickly and quietly assumed her position at the end of her couch, I found a matching green thong as I pulled those loose sweatpants to the ground. She’d been prepared for the whole thing. Lazy home clothes that communicate disdain at the idea of another evening of light kissing and then solo frustration, but underneath? The “I might get lucky, who knows?” underwear collection.

The thong was a good choice. An amazing choice, because while she didn’t have the biggest tits, she *did* have an enormous, fantastic ass. I was in love with it the moment I saw it, and I’m not exaggerating this because I immediately kissed each one of those pale white cheeks and said, verbatim, “I am in love with this ass.”

I never claimed to be smooth.

She was ready. Beyond ready. She was so wet that I actually saw a droplet run down her leg. I licked it, and the trail it left, all the way up her leg and back to her pussy. I’d intended to tease a little bit but this one singular action caused her to grip the couch and growl out, “Holy shit, just fuck me.”

So I pulled her panties to the side and, with very little preamble, began to slide myself in. She was tight, but so wet that I hit bottom without the slightest hint of resistance. There was no need to ease myself in. I was just outside of her, and then, suddenly, all the way in.

Within seconds I had both hands gripping her hips so tight I swear my knuckles turned white as I began colliding with her repeatedly. From that point forward every time I fucked her was either doggy style or with her bent over some piece of furniture, because there was no way I’d ever miss the sight of that ass jiggling and reverberating with each hard thrust I gave her.

My capacity for dirty talk was completely out the window and all I could concentrate on at that point was just fucking her with every last fiber of my soul. Her pussy clenched tightly on me several times, as I’d later come to learn she orgasmed very easily, and my constant hard fucking drove her over the edge repeatedly. The most I was able to utter out was an occasional “Fuck, that feels good,” or “Love this fat ass.”

She, on the other hand, picked up all of my slack about halfway through, turning her head to look behind her at me (that’s a fucking power move, FYI, save that – face forward until you need your partner to go nuts and then do the look behind) and her face was just all angry lust as she spouted out a litany of amazing material that I cannot remember verbatim but I can paraphrase thusly: “You like that tight pussy? Yeah, you *take* that pussy. That pussy is yours, you take it whenever you want. This pussy was fucking made to milk that fat cock.”

She threw out so much dirty talk all at once that she drove me completely over the top. I came *hard* inside her.

Quick PSA, sorry to interrupt the fapping – this was fucking stupid of me. Unbelievably stupid. I was not wearing a condom and even though she was on birth control, it was my first time having sex with her and for all I knew she could have been a harbinger of sexually transmitted diseases that modern science has yet to even discover. I am massively, massively lucky that I didn’t wind up with some kind of penis rot.

On her end, she wasn’t kidding about the milking part, because with each blast of cum I shot inside her, those inner walls were stroking me, tightening and releasing to try and get every last drop out. I completly collapsed on her back, kissing her neck and for a long while she just worked her inner muscles on me. She did such a good job that I never went completely soft, and in no time at all I was fully hard again, but at that point she’d decided she had enough and she booty bumped me backwards, sliding me out.

She was nice enough to let me take a shower with her, but nothing particularly sexy happened and I eventually softened up again. I wasn’t complaining – I’d just had fantastic sex with every indication that Stephanie and I would hook up again (and we did, several times, until she found an actual relationship and wanted to keep it monogamous with him), so after I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she playfully told me to get out, I was able to walk back to my car with a spring in my step which is miraculous considering that my next stop that day was a tutoring job for a guy I nicknamed Pringles because the dude always smelled like Pringles.

Even Pringles couldn’t keep me down that day. That’s the power of a solid gold fuck.

Thanks for reading, everyone! I hope all your fucks are also solid gold! Or silver if you have some kind of gold allergy. Stay safe.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5t8w9z/mf_the_era_of_man_slut_stephanie