[MF] I never even saw her face.

I was not what you call good with the ladies. My first girlfriend was my second sexual partner, and I was her first. She was a starfish in bed. When that relationship finally ended, I had a pretty awful image of my own sexual abilities. I was constantly going limp with her to the point I thought something was terribly wrong with me.

Anyways, we break up when I move to grad school. I was on Tinder but between career hunting and class, I never had much time for it.

Around Christmas, I head home for the break, and get matched with Laura. Only two pictures, both of her posing with her ass in a short skirt, and thigh high red leather boots. No face picture. We chat, exchange numbers, and are having phone sex within 20 minutes.

So, she tells me she wants to have me that night.

I only know her first name, haven’t seen her face. But her body is built like a porn star. Huge ass, huge bolt-on tits. Wears nothing but lingerie. She later told me she ran a sex shop. Long curly brown hair.

I wait. And I wait. Dinner passes. No word. It’s getting late. I head out to a bar, alone. She tells me soon. Horniness, lust, paranoia start setting in and mixing in an interesting milieu. I had never done something so risky (until the gloryholes when I returned to grad school.)

Finally, she texts me, it was past midnight. She gives me the address. It’s a two story house in a suburb nearby. She tells me to park and open the patio door.

I walk in, and see her. Short skirt, fishnet top. Bulging breasts. Neon green fishnets and stripper heels. I still can’t make out her face in the dark. We make out for bit while her hand gropes my cock. Then she stops, and tells me we have to be quiet going up the stairs, her grandma is sleeping.

Grandma? Not unusual for this part of the country but there was no mention of this.

My cock is throbbing, and while my brain is saying this is a terrible idea, my cock and lust are overruling me as she takes me in hand up to her room. Every step creaks and groans. The click clack of her stripper heels makes me want to bend her over and take her right there.

She pushes me against her dresser, drops down, and undoes my pants. She doesn’t even bother pulling down my pants and boxers all the way, just enough to free my cock and she gulps it down. She pulls back, tells me not to touch her while she’s sucking, and goes back to deep throating me without missing a beat.

Oh, THIS is what I was missing. Someone who knows how to handle a cock. Do you know Ava Devine? That’s her body and her attitude towards sex. A slut that knows she’s a slut and loves that she’s a slut.

Suck, suck suck, she pulls away, grabs my cock, and slaps her face with it. “Tell me I’m daddy’s whore.” Oh, that’s completely new.

I think whatever blood was left in my brain and body dumped into my cock. “You’re daddy’s whore.

“Tell me I’m daddy’s cumslut.” Whatever you want. Her hands are on my ass pulling me in closer, stuffing her throat while I growl all obscenities possible.

I can’t last. She’s too good, fondling my balls, stroking my shaft while she likes it. I tell her I’m going to cum. She doesn’t stop. She keeps going until I coat her throat and she licks it all down. Orgasm 1 pumps over and over, shooting jets into her. She doesn’t stop though. “Feed me more daddy.” She keeps sucking until I can feel another orgasm coming.

She feels my balls tighten. She stops, moves over to her night stand, leans back against it. “Skull fuck me.” My hands on the nightstand, my cock pumps in and out of her mouth. Eventually I lose it and empty myself into her throat, and she swallows without missing a beat. Orgasm 2.

“Thank you daddy, get on the bed.” I’m still catching my breath when she straddles me and starts stroking me back to hardness. “I want to ride you daddy.” I pull out a condom, and she puts it on me. Her tits heave as she gets on me. She’s still wearing her stripper heels in bed.

“Feel that tight pussy baby, I want you to fill it up.” What?

She keeps going, time losing meaning. thinking about how good this all feels. Her body riding my cock, using me as nothing more than a living dildo.

“I want your cum.”

She stops, reaches between us, and pulls off the condom. She’s riding me bareback. Never experienced that before this. What’s left of my rational brain is screaming about the dangers, but my cock doesn’t care and just wants this slut to ride me to another orgasm.

“Cum in me baby, wouldn’t it be hot to put a baby in me?” Welp, there’s my breeding kink.

I grab onto her hips as I start to lose control and finally feel Orgasm 3 milked out of me by her pussy.

“Oh daddy, just relax and let your slut take care of you.”

I feel like I’ve run a marathon. I’m covered in sweat. I feel like the soul has been sucked and fucked out of me.

But Laura keeps going. She’s between my thighs, sucking my cock. Milking it, nursing it back to full strength. Her finger finds my ass and starts pushing. Another barrier broken. She’s pushing against my prostate and I have Orgasm 4 into her mouth again.

“Good boy daddy. Get on your knees.”

I’m past the point of thinking logically and just get on my knees, doggy style.

She spanks me once while her other hand strokes my cock. Then her mouth goes right to my ass, eating it. Have you ever broken 75% of all your kink barriers in one night?

“Give me more cum daddy.” This girl can’t get enough.

After what seems like eternity, but was maybe 3 minutes, I cum one last dribble into her hand, milked like a cow.

“Put your pants on.”

Now she has an edge to her tone. I stumble and put my pants on, and start to zip up.

“Wait daddy.”

She kisses the head of my cock, with one last lick, and puts it away.

“Thank you daddy. Be quiet going downstairs.”

By the time I stagger out to my car, I check my phone. It’s 5 am. I had been fucking for four hours. The first time I ever came with a partner, and I don’t know what her face looks like. And she made me cum five times. Ate my ass, fingered my ass, made me cum in her mouth and pussy.

I couldn’t go back into the house at that hour, so I slept in the back of my car for a bit, reliving the entire night.

Finally once the blood rushed back to my brain, I immediately starting worrying about STIs. I kept note of my health and looked out for any symptoms, and immediately got myself tested when I got back to grad school. No issues.

Laura told me she had more fun with me than any of her usual hook-ups, and I was always welcomed back.

So of course that wasn’t the only time I was back. And I still haven’t seen her face.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/n3h7gp/mf_i_never_even_saw_her_face