Sometimes…
Sometimes you have to be … not impulsive, but just say yes. Sometimes you just hit it off with a stranger, and the chemistry online is different. It makes you cum harder, it makes them cum harder and more. There’s a spark, it feels comfortable.
Sometimes, that chat leads to a decision to jump in the car to drive two hours to get to you after they’ve gotten off work. And you have to say the hell with work the rest of the day, because you just know… it’ll be worth it.
And you meet them at the door, still answering emails, you notice the bulge in their pants as they come in.
Sometimes it’s comfortable right off the bat, and you smile. This … rarely, happens. You know what you’re doing could be thought wrong (he’s in a dead bedroom, it’s okay, that meeting can be rescheduled), but you know that it will be so very right.
And then you kneel on the floor while chatting, your hands just stroking their legs, and they’re looking down at you.
The belt comes off, the jeans get unbuttoned. No boxers, just out springs a fully hard cock that you gasp at, how thick it is, already tipped with pre-cum…
And then you taste it.
Sweet salty, salty sweet.
You smile and lick your lips, and smile at him, and make him gasp.
Sometimes… after he’s gotten you off your knees and over to the bed, he makes you moan.
Can grab the hair just right at that spot, knows where to put his hands on your neck, while sliding …
In…
Wet.
Stretching.
Slowly.
Kissing.
Slowly.
Speeding up, grabbing your hips, pulling you in as far and deep as possible, faster.
Sometimes… if he puts you on your back, and sits up, he puts your leg around his neck, one leg wrapped around his waist- watching him move, grabbing his shoulder to pull him down, gasping when he gets
Right
There
That place
You know what I mean.
Sometimes… it just feels right, licking down his legs, kissing them, after standing him up from your chair- asking, while tugging gently at his balls (they’re sloppy with your spit), ‘can I eat your ass?’
And you do.
You bend him over, gently, stroking his body, and lick. So soft, then harder, burying your face in there- it tastes and feels good. He moans, and reaches back to spread his ass cheeks so that I can lick harder, spitting, firmer tongue strokes, while reaching between his legs and stroking his firm dick.
Can I put a butt plug in? Yes.
Lube, then gently, easing it in, while stroking him, tugging his sack.
Moaning.
Sometimes- the favor is returned. Spitting, spreading, licking- moaning, almost falling it feels so good. Lubed, gently, slides in- that pressure.
Sometimes that makes you soaked- his dick easing in (so thick!), bent over that chair, pulling your hair again, grabbing your shoulder with the other hand… that feeling. Plugged. His dick. Sliding in and out, then hard. Spanking.
Sometimes, you realize that you’ve been doing this for five hours by that point.
Watching, feeling, exploring, tasting, hearing.
Sometimes… you don’t realize that you’ve given them the best blow job they’ve ever had, until after they’ve blown a huge load down your throat and you’ve swallowed it all. Not until they tell you. But you loved watching his face and his eyes, smiling, licking that head.
Sometimes, they don’t know that sex is better than a porn could ever let you imagine in your wildest dreams that it could be, and it’s phenomenal.
Sometimes, you and him have to relive over chatting what you did after they get back home- it was just that surreal, down and dirty, but fun, passionate and satisfying. And you tell them how sore you are, how good that feels. They tell you the same, and call you a good girl.
And you haven’t had that in years, while they’ve never had.
You have their permission to write and post what happened.
And sometimes… the next time gets even better.
And it does.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/siasd0/processing_five_hours_fm