In one of my previous posts I talked about the last time I spoke to / hooked up with Kurt. You can read that post [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/smno34/made_him_lose_control_mf_breeding_kink_longish/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)
Now the first time I went over to Kurt’s house is a different story. We’d been talking for a few days immediately after my break up and there was definitely sexual tension in the conversations. However to my understanding (at the time) I wasn’t his type, and like I said before we didn’t particularly get along. I also was hesitant to get under someone to get over someone, but at that point I hadn’t had sex in quite a while, so when Kurt finally cut to the chase and asked if I was free for dinner and a smoke sesh, I thought “Fuck it let’s see what happens”
I took extra care getting ready that morning before work. I gave myself a wax, put on the lightest touch of makeup, and wore a practically virginal white set of lingerie to reference a previous debate Kurt and I had about religion, as well as a tight red sweater dress with stockings and thigh high boots. He picked me up from work that evening, a hand placed dangerously close to my ass as if I didn’t know how to get on a motorcycle without help.
We went out to dinner, I had the lobster bisque, we went back to his place…
*Yada yada yada begins here*
We were taking turns sharing music. I was lying on the other end of the L-shaped couch, my stocking’ed feet resting on his lap. As I waxed poetic about Bjork he suddenly went very quiet, subtly staring between my legs.
“Earth to Kurt”
“What? Oh, sorry”
“No need to be sorry,” I said as I hiked up my dress and slowly spread my legs. “Is this what was distracting you?”
“Jesus Christ”
“I thought you didn’t care for religion”
“Shut up” Kurt climbed on top of me, “now” and our lips crashed together like storm breaking on the shore. “You have been teasing me all fucking night. Did you dress up for me Mel? Did you come over thinking you were gonna get fucked?” He panted on top of me. I responded in turn by tearing off his shirt, then my dress, fully revealing the clean white lace underneath. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me what’s going to happen?”
Actions speak louder than words – Kurt practically growled as he pulled me onto the carpet. He stripped off his pants and boxers and somehow I have this memory saved clear as day: My gaze rode the elevator up to his hard cock, thick and curved and cut, with two metal balls protruding from the end. I gasped and he laughed, “I should’ve warned you.”
Gingerly I took his cock in my hands, wrapping both around his width. My eyes never left the piercing. I’d never seen a Prince Albert in the flesh, much less given a blowjob to someone with one. He gathered my sleek curtain of hair into a ponytail and gently guided me to his tip. Lick, he ordered, and I did, feeling the cold metal against my tongue. He stifled a moan. I licked a trail from the base to the tip, drooling as I went, and sucked in my cheeks as I took him in. Fuck he was thick, but the weed had me nice and relaxed and my jaw opened easily to take him in. It was definitely weird feeling the piercing in my mouth, but when I looked up and saw the intensity of which he was staring at me I got over the shock and instead thought about how the piercing would feel inside me.
“Don’t look away” Another order. “And go slower. You’re acting like a hungry slut”
Well damn Kurt what made you think that?
I slowed down my pace, alternating between long torturous licks and making my mouth a vacuum for his fat cock. I like to hum when I give slow blows, you know, to add a little vibration, and the smile on his face got wider when I did exactly that. Every time I got close to throating his cock though, he would pull me back by my hair, and I’d swirl my tongue around the head, still not breaking eye contact. I wasn’t used to any of this: the non-stop eye contact, the not being allowed to deepthroat, the extremely slow speed, and of course the PA.
“Good girl Mel, but maybe next time will be better” Kurt picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. Maybe next time?!?! Why was this man being his usual annoying self while I had literally just salivated all over his cock????? I was a little miffed, but the former part of his statement had the wet spot in my little white thong spreading, and I started grinding against his now throbbing cock. He reached down and produced a condom from his discarded jeans. “Speaking of better, you should know how it feels to have me inside you.”
I pushed my thong to the side, not bothering to take it off since he seemed to enjoy my choice in undergarments. His hands were back on my thighs, feeling the silk and lace that sheathed them. He grabbed a handful of my ass and lifted me up to align my soaking wet opening with his cock. He was much thicker than my ex, and I bit my lip as he took his time stretching my tight pussy out. I could feel the ends of his barbell even through the condom, an extra weight of sensation I definitely didn’t expect. He continued to manipulate my hips, gently moving me up and down his cock.
This guy really loves it slow, y’all
I rode him for a while and could feel that he was close, but I had only just gotten used to the pace and desperately wanted to cum as well so I took the opportunity to ask Kurt if we could switch to doggy. I would later learn that he didn’t really care for that position, but I really wanted to feel his PA on my g-spot. Kurt obliged, but took his sweet time thrusting into me as I kept my face down in the couch cushions. The piercing brushed against nerves inside me that I didn’t even know I had, and I tried desperately to fuck him back, to control the pace, to feel him cum.
His grip on my ass tightened for just a second, and I felt myself go past the point of no return. I had forgotten how it felt for a man to finish without cumming inside me and stifled a groan of frustration. I squeezed and milked him until every drop was in the condom. When he pulled it off and walked around me to dispose of it, I reached out to his still hard cock and gave it another lick, giggling when I heard him yelp at the sudden assault on his now uber sensitive member.
“Sorry, I wanted a taste”
We fucked another two times that night, the start of our short-lived affair. He took the barbell out in the sessions that followed, but I can safely say that I much preferred it in.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ul451x/prince_kurt_or_how_i_learnt_to_love_dick