Reminder: The following stories are editorialized for the sake of good smut, but effectively true as best as I can remember them. They occur over the course of the 5-year on-and-off again relationship to a girl from my late high-school and college years (all stories are of us at 18+). Catch up in the links below.
Part 1:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t6jtxr/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_1_my_girlfriend/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t6jtxr/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_1_my_girlfriend/)
Part 2:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9je5b/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_2_allie_discovers/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t9je5b/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_2_allie_discovers/)
Part 3:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/te1s45/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_3_allie_loses_all/]
(https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/te1s45/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_3_allie_loses_all/)
Pt. 4:
[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/treknu/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_4_allie_fully/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/treknu/mf_descent_into_depravity_part_4_allie_fully/)
It was decently warm outside for late November, and I made my way to Allie’s house with a pit in my stomach. I pulled up to her house and texted that her that I was here.
I saw her shadow climb down the stairs with her suitcase. I was anxious, I hadn’t seen her or heard her voice in months. I had no idea what to expect from this car ride. I saw her garage door open and inch by inch she revealed herself. She was wearing running shoes and ankle socks, tight yoga pants that accentuated her figure so nicely, and a crop top I’m sure she wore on purpose to get a rise out of me. She smiled at me warmly as she approached my car. Remembering my chivalry, I got out of the car and grabbed her suitcase to put in my trunk. We both hesitated but didn’t hug. We had no idea how to interact with each other anymore.
The ride started off awkward, but chatty. Mostly small talk. I could tell she was cautious because of the breakup, but exceedingly happy that we had the opportunity to meet up cordially. After a while of chitchat, we loosened up and it was a breath of fresh air. We were laughing and joking and it felt like old times. Like the good times. And then she dropped a bomb.
“I have to tell you… I started seeing someone else.” she cautiously muttered. “Not seriously, just hanging out and fucking, but it’s nothing really.”
“Is that so? Good for you! One of your fraternity friends I assume?”
“Uh…”
“Relax,” I assured her. “I’m not mad, I get it.”
“He’s just a rebound, anyways. It’s better than being single.”
I chuckled. “You can say that again. It’s been frustrating fighting for tail after it was so easy to get lucky when we dated.”
She became quiet, pondering her next move. “It doesn’t help that our sex was so amazing.” She was treading carefully, but deliberately.
“What, he’s not satisfying you?” I teased.
She sighed. “Well you know me, it doesn’t take much. But let’s just say I have a better understanding of what I want and he’s only really scratching the surface.”
My cock began to swell. She was more open about things, not like when we dated. She spoke with more confidence. “Like how?” I asked.
“That’s for me to know and for you to wonder” she slyly teased.
“Oh come on now, don’t hold back. I can take it, what are these boys teaching you?” I thought I’d be jealous hearing the details, but instead I was getting turned on.
“Well, it’s hard to explain. It’s not like I’ve really experimented more with other guys, it’s just that I’ve realized what really turns me on. I feel like I
was so quiet with you, and you had to be the one to prompt anything out of me. But now, I’m with someone who doesn’t talk much during sex, and I find I… crave it.” I could hear her get worked up as she spoke, even talking about talking was turning her on. “Are your other girls as vocal as I was?”
“Not in the slightest. My sex life is way too pedestrian for my liking. But I have become really good at eating pussy.”
“WHAT? You hardly ever ate me out, how are these girls so lucky?”
I decided to shoot my shot. My cock was straining out of my jeans at this point and we were close to campus. “Well press your luck and you might get to witness my new tricks”
But she wasn’t having it. “No no no, you had your chance. I’m not your slut anymore, remember?” The word slut slid out of her mouth with equal parts indignation and wistfulness. “You’re never fucking me again.”
She thought that shut the door on the conversation, but there was light peeking through the cracks. “There’s other things besides fucking that we could do” I remind her.
She paused for a moment before coming to her senses. “You wish” she spat. But again, that wasn’t a no.
The last few minutes of the ride had a palpable silence. We pulled up to her apartment, both flush from the conversation. I parked and immediately jumped out of the car to grab her luggage.
“Nono, I got it” she stammered, clamoring out of the passenger seat.
“You sure? This thing is heavy and you have no elevator.”
She stared into my eyes and contemplated the consequences of her answer. Finally, she answered. “Fine. But I live on the first floor.” She was clearly flustered.
We stepped into the lobby and saw her two friends walking down the hall out the exit on the other end of the hallway. Allie’s face was beet red, and she shoved me around the corner to avoid being sighted. She leaned me up against the wall, pressing her body into mine. I could feel her heart beating. Once the coast was clear, she pulled me into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. There was a familiar hunger in her eyes, and her breath was quickening. I pulled her around into me and leaned in for a kiss, but she blocked me. “No, I can’t.” She was trembling slightly.
“Oh. Okay, then… We cool?” I asked. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her room and spun around, shredding off her clothes. “Show it to me” she commanded. I took that invitation at face value before she had a chance to second guess herself. I dropped my pants and my cock presented itself to her. “Oh fuck” she murmured, basically drooling at it. She continued to shimmy out of her clothes and sat on her bed on the opposite side of the room. I stood ten feet away, thoroughly confused. I stepped out of my pants and walked towards her.
“No, I told you, we’re not fucking. Just… just stroke it for me.” I stared her down as I grasped the base of my cock. I would oblige, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist soon. She began to spread her legs and rub herself. “Ohhhh fuck I missed that cock.” She was entranced by my stroking, yearning for the dicking she knew she couldn’t resist.
“You sure you want me all the way over here?” I quizzed, sliding my hand up and down my shaft and teasing my own head.
“Come closer, but don’t you dare touch me” she warned. I inched forward, eyes locked onto hers. It was at this moment I realized for the first time in our relationship, she was the one in control. I would do anything just to get closer to her holes. I would play her game and bide my time.
“You wish you were fucking this pussy, don’t you baby?” she said through gritted teeth. I pleaded to her. “Let me in that sweet pussy, I’ll make you feel so good.”
“No, just watch me and think about how much you want this pussy.”
I moved closer still, now a few feet from her opening. Her hands were moving faster than lightning now, and my hands swept up and down my own member. “Take a look at this cock and tell me you don’t wish I was inside you right now”
“I just need to cum to the sight of that cock.” She whimpered.
Her dirty talk was setting me off. I tried to poke the bear one last time as I felt my orgasm build. I inched closer one more time, inches away from her. “I want to see you cum, baby. Be a good little slut and cum for me.”
“Shut the fuck up and jerk that cock for me,” she hissed back at me, “And tell me when you’re gonna cum.” She was adamant. But holy shit was she hot. Assertive yet totally desperate. “I’m close, Where do you want it?” I asked. I was helpless, I needed the release but I was stuck waiting for her commands.
“Cover me” she pleaded.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, presenting her whole body to me. “Fuck, Allie” I grunted, launching my seed across the gap between us onto her belly. She began to twitch violently, cumming from the contact of my jizz
raining down upon her. Our intense orgasms crescendoed in unison. We were apart but felt like one in that moment, lost in the sea of pleasure that reminded us of our better days.
Her fingers slowed to a crawl. I went to her closet and grabbed a towel to clean up, and tossed it to her. “Don’t say a fucking word” she warned. The smile on my face dissipated. Was she mad at me? This was her idea!
I stood in silence as she wiped up her stomach and chest and slid off the bed. She grabbed her clothes and got dressed.
“Are you serious? You have nothing to say to me?” I got pissed. We were back in our old ways.
“That already went farther than I wanted it to. You should leave… But thanks”. A small look of relief bubbled up on her face. She missed me. Missed
us. I did too. But this proved we were not meant to be together.
“Yeah, you too. I’ll be around.” I quickly got dressed and got out of there. A weird pang hit my stomach, one of guilt and regret. I hoped I hadn’t hurt her.
**
I didn’t hear any follow-up from her. I was so confused, slightly hurt but incredibly turned on by what had happened the week prior. We hadn’t even touched each other and yet it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. It was taboo, it was novel. And in our months apart she had blossomed into this dirty talking slut who actually had more control over me than I did of her.
It was a Friday night and my roommates were having a party for their club swim team. I was close enough with most of them that I meshed well with them. The liquor was flowing and things were getting rowdy. Usually by midnight people left for the bars, but for some reason tonight they decided to keep the party going at the house and cranking the music instead. I think my roommate had got a new sound system or something. Somehow despite the heavy bass beneath my feet, I felt a buzz in my pocket.
Allie- “I’m coming over, are you home?”
Jackpot.
My heart was racing as I told her to come on by. I sprinted to my room and frantically tidied up my room and put new sheets on the bed. At this point I would do anything just to get back inside her. By the time I got everything in order I tried to rejoin the party and play it cool. But Allie was just walking in. She was in a skintight black dress, hugging her curves perfectly. She was wearing some real fuck me pumps for a college girl, and her hair was down with gold hoop earrings. Clearly she was in the mood tonight to fuck and had to settle for me when she struck out at the bars.
She walked right past me and went into my room without a hello. I slithered behind her and closed the door. You could still hear the thump of Tame Impala’s Elephant through the walls. I decided I would grab hold of the situation before she could boss my ass around again. She threw her purse on my desk and knocked off her shoes.
“Look” I said, being direct with my expectations. “I want to uhh…” She was already stripping down, dropping the straps of her dress down and tossing her bra aside, revealing her perfect tits. Her nipples were hard as a rock.
I continued. “I want to be clear here. What happened last week was fun, but if you’re going to come over I’m actually going to have to touch you to make this worth it.”
“Oh don’t worry” she assured me, hiking up her dress so it was now fully bunched at her waist, flashing that pearl I yearned for. “You’ll get to touch me all you want. But you aren’t fucking me yet, you gotta earn it. Now get over here and show me what you got”. She sat down on my bed and spread her legs wide, sliding her hands up and down her thighs and grazing her pussy. My jaw was on the floor. I moved towards her and reached for her glistening cunt. “No,” she said. “Taste me”.
Fuck. She was the polar opposite of what I remembered. But who was I to judge, I had an absolute vixen spread eagle on my bed. I got on my knees and got to work, teasing her outer lips. She let out a massive exhale. I worked my way
around her folds, teasing and pleasing every corner I could. Finally, I inched my way up to her clit and worked my magic.
“Oh fuck baby, work that clit. Make me cum and I’ll take care of you.” she hissed. I ran circles around it and applied some suction, and she gripped my hair. I had her right where I wanted. “Yesssss, right there”. I kept my pace and she began to squirm. She slid off the bed slightly, leaning against the edge of the bed and furiously grinding into my face while standing up. I was her bitch at this point, working as hard as possible to make her cum. She was writhing on top of my face, taking advantage of the loud music outside my door to shout her feelings. “You miss this pussy baby? This pussy needed this so badly. I missed you making me cum, I need you to make this slut cum.” She was shouting at the top of her lungs, eyes closed and fully in the moment. I put out all the stops, and finally she began to climax, gushing all over my tongue. “Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck” She squealed, falling backwards back onto the bed.
I began to strip as she trembled. “Now it’s my turn” I growled, kicking off my pants and stroking my strained cock. She sprung up and kissed me forcefully, tasting her juices on my lips. I mean she seriously attacked me, you’d think she was turned in by her own cum. My hands took the opportunity to get reacquainted with her body. I ran my hands up and down her back, and gave her ass a swift spank. She jumped but didn’t relent. After a few minutes of furiously making out, I pulled away.
“Did I earn my reward?” I said, reaching behind her and swiping her still sensitive lips. Her knees buckled, but she kept her composure. “No, I’m still mad at you.” she rebuffed.
What. The. Fuck. She shows up at my doorstep and gets her rocks off, and has the audacity to deny my own orgasm? “Then get down on your knees and let me fuck something else.” She looked up at me with doe eyes and gripped my cock.
“I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” She sunk down and got my prick to eye level, placing it on her face. She reached down and started playing with her clit again. She began to slowly tease my head with her lips, keeping eye contact and whispering sweet nothings about my cock.
“I missed this so fucking much. I keep thinking about sucking you off and having you tell me what a good girl I am” she smiled. I wasn’t having it, I was frustrated with her. She took my cock in her mouth and started showing her own tongue talents.
“A good girl would let me fuck her. A good girl would remember that I own her holes. You aren’t a good girl at all, you’re just a desperate little slut.” She moaned, taking my cock out and giving me one final direction.
“Then treat me like one.”
I accepted the invitation and gripped her hair in a ponytail and began to fuck her face. She took it well, she always had a good gag reflex but she was really opening up to me this time. I could hear her gag and moan, loving the attention I was giving her. Her fingers were now deep in her own cunt, pumping in and out. She came up for air with a gasp, strings of spit falling onto her tits. I could hear the slosh of her juices as I let her catch her breath. I smeared my slicked up cock all over her face, ruining her makeup. She looked like she had something to say, but I didn’t let her. I let go of her hair and pushed her head into the sideboard of the bed so she had nowhere to go. Both hands on the top of the mattress, I plunged back into her with full force. Her hands were driving into her snatch with the identical force and rhythm of my thrusts, moaning every chance she could breathe.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. I unloaded my pent up frustration straight down her throat. Her hand was fully plugged into her pussy and she was quaking beneath me, sucking down my seed while taking in her own orgasm. Finally I pulled out, her lips holding onto every inch as I escaped her gullet. I stumbled backwards and we sat on the floor, facing each other.
“I gotta admit, you may think you’re withholding something from me, but this may be hotter than sex”
She was still panting. “Good, because you still aren’t getting it any time soon. I only fuck guys that deserve it.”
“Oh what, like what’s-his-face? Seems to be going well if you came over just to get degraded.”
She stood up and adjusted her dress. It was covered in wrinkles. She slid her shoes on and looked in the mirror above my dresser. Her eyes had been Alice Cooper’d. She began to touch up her makeup, but realized it was a lost cause. “Oh please, don’t pretend like you won’t jerk it to this memory for the next decade. This is mutually beneficial, don’t look too deep into it.” She turned to walk towards the door, face and hair absolutely jacked up with slobber and sweat. She paused for a moment and turned back to me.
“And if you think that’s degrading, watch this.”
And out the door she went, face absolutely destroyed, leaving me naked on the ground wondering what the fuck was going to happen next.
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