He wasn’t much to look at, but he sure fucked me well [f] [m]

Every woman has one. Mine was Brett. Brett was not very stylish. Kinda socially awkward. Played too many games. But…but… He had a girthy dick, and was really just, intense during sex. And he could last as long as he wanted to. Not kidding. I’m still not proud that I gave myself to him, but….I did. Repeatedly. I’m not even sure how it began. I mean, I am but…how I ended up using him for his skills…

We were at a Six Flags employee party. I kissed him on a dare. We made out a bit, and I felt his package. And that’s when I made a note to make sure to sleep w him. About a week later, we bumped into each other at the Employee’s Cafe. I batted my eyes and explained that my boyfriend had dumped me, and I could use a friend to talk to. By the end of lunch, I had a dinner date.

The closer it got to 9pm, the more excited I got. Dinner was great. Salmon. For a barely adult, salmon and grilled asparagus paired w a nice wine was pretty dreamy. Anyway, yall don’t care about that…lol. As dinner concluded, he asked what I was doing there. What I was really doing there. I kissed him. He abruptly stopped and explained he didn’t do relationships. I kissed him and said,  a relationship wasn’t necessary to sleep with me. I’ll never forget his response all these years later. He took my chin and just said, I don’t sleep w women. I fuck them. Mind you, this is a very plain unassuming guy. I’d think your average Dungeons and Dragons player is a good description. Regardless, he walked out, and I followed like a lost puppy.

He had gone to the back patio.Cheesy 80s metal played. A mix of Maiden, Dokken, and Dio. Sitting shirtless, w a cigarette hanging I remember thinking…oh my. I do want him. He turned and saw me, and told me to light his cigarette…and of course I did. He told me in no uncertain terms that he didn’t make love. That he controlled foreplay, and that he could be a bit rough. I just smiled and waited for his next words. He pulled my top up. I just,  sat there. I wasn’t sure what to do. He looked down at me, and told me to undress, and I did. I was 100% naked, wet, and willing. He circled me, sniffed the air. It was weird, but hot. He got up, and walked to a table. There was a tape recorder upon it. He instructed me to press record and play, state my name and address, and give my consent. I asked what that meant, and he looked at me and said, do I really need to say it again? I glared for a second, but  complied. Looking back, he was really ahead of his time. Anyway, he told me I’d leave w a copy,  if I wanted. And I suspected I might.

He told me to get on all 4s…I did. He slowly walked toward me, and asked me why I was here. I softly answered,  my bf dumped me. That was the first time he spanked me. He laughed and asked again. I told him because I was interested in him. Again, he laughed and smacked my.ass. I tried 7-8 answers before finally admitting that I felt his cock, and I was intrigued. He instructed me to undo his pants…I did. And with that, with me on all 4s, he walked behind me and instructed me to beg. And beg I did. For 20 minutes,  until he finally started in w that incredible cock of his. He was….amazing. I was moist, but not soaked, so he struggled to get completely in. He asked me if I was ready. I shook my head yes, and he pounded in. My.gosh. Nice fat cock. He grabbed my hips and began to hammer away on me like I was…idk…meat.

15 minutes. 30 minutes. 45 minutes. He pounded and pounded. The names he called me…omfg. Right on the patio, on the turf. By the time he finished with the first round, I had bruises on my ass, and carpet burn on both knees, my chin, and the side of my face. When we got 45 into it, I begged him to cum in me. He stopped, asked again if I was sure, and I again begged….until he obliged.

He pulled out, and barked out orders. He commanded I suck him clean, and I did. He fucked my face for 15/20 minutes and then just quit. Lighting a cigarette, he told me I should find some protein and drink fluids, because the night was just beginning.

We fucked till sunrise. I left there bruised, hickey covered, and utterly satisfied. He never told a coworker, and i kept visiting him, 4-5 nights a week. Because even though you shouldn’t crap where you eat, I don’t turn down that kind of a regular dick down.

And yes, I kept every tape. And jilled off to them on the reg.

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