Disclaimer: this (as well as other stories I am writing/have written) happened a long time ago, but I thought this sub would enjoy nonetheless. Fake names, of course. This also happened while the ex and I were together, but “ex” is shorter than “my gf at the time.” Skip to the dashes for the fun stuff.
During the two years my ex Sarah and I dated, we had our fair share of ups and downs, made more dramatic by the fact that we were young, dumb, and probably both in need of lots of therapy. I was a 20yo 6’2″ “strong fat” baby-face of a guy with a solidly 6″ dick and lots of awkwardness/confidence issues, while she was a 19yo shy, 5’5″ chubby brunette with an adorable face, big green eyes, giant tits, a big ass, and a love of being dominated. RE: that last one, we had an inexperienced-and-weird-but-solid dom/sub dynamic in our sex life, and when it was good, it was GOOD.
I worked a shitty, demeaning service job while she worked retail, both at the local mall. Our only car had a blown head gasket, meaning we had to take the bus to work. We had worked opposite schedules for the past few weeks, and she was lamenting the lack of time we had spent together, begging me to call into work and spend her day off with her. I, being the awkward and overly serious manchild I was, kept turning her down because I didn’t want to miss the hours in my check or look bad to my bosses, even though we were admittedly in an OK place financially and my job treated me like ass.
I went into the bathroom to finish showering and getting ready to head to the bus stop, and as I came out about 20-30 minutes later, I heard her call out to me from the living room, asking me again to call in and spend the rest of the day with her. I once again answered “no,” and I heard her say “are you suuuuuuure?” in a playful tone. As I rounded the corner, I saw her sitting in the middle of the couch and my jaw dropped.
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The first thing I noticed was that she had done up her makeup in a way that I can only describe as “extra slutty,” complete with a bit of eyeshadow, heavy mascara, dark lipstick, the works. Her hair was in a pair of perfect side-pigtails, and she was wearing my favorite set of black lingerie, with a choker around her neck and fishnet stockings. Rounding out the whole ensemble was a pair of black high heels. “Is there anything I can do to convince you to stay?” she asked while batting her eyes at me. I just kind of half-stammered at her as she giggled and began unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants.
She began by kissing the tip of my now rock-hard dick very gently, making it twitch, before she lightly swirled her tongue around the head. At this point, my lizard brain took over and I quickly took all of my work clothes off, making her giggle at my franticness. Not a second later, I was standing in front of her where she sat on the couch with a hand on the base of each pigtail, and the head of my dick resting on her outstretched tongue – I forcefully pulled her head down onto my dick, making her eyes go wide as she let out a muffled yelp. I began moving her head up and down in time as I thrusted my hips, going slightly deeper each time. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she sucked hungrily, moaning in delight as spit started to drip out of her mouth. As I went faster and faster, I slowly moved towards her while putting my knees on the couch, and she moved down the couch between my legs with her head against the back cushion, until I was gripping the back of the frame and fucking her open mouth as she made the sexiest *glurk glurk* noises.
By this point her eyes were watering, spit was running down her chin and dripping onto her tits, and her makeup was a mess, and as I went balls deep I could see her eyes roll back in her head. I pulled out and let her catch her breath, and as soon as she could speak again, all she said was “harder.” So I obliged, fucking her face faster and harder. She pulled her tits out of her bra and began playing with her nipples, before grabbing my butt and pulling each thrust towards her. Between the noises, the sight of her gagging on my dick, the feeling of her tongue, and the tightness of her throat, I felt myself approaching the edge. Without a word I pulled out and leaned back a bit – I didn’t even get a single full stroke with my hand before I emptied my balls all over her tongue and face, painting her with ropes of cum that mixed together with the spit dripping down her chin and onto her tits. She was a hot, cum-covered mess, and I stumbled back and marveled at the sight before plopping down on the couch next to her as she let out a content sigh before going to clean herself up.
Needless to say, I didn’t make it into work after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vuqg22/that_time_my_ex_made_me_miss_work_using_her_mouth