[FM] Becoming his slut Part 1

I was 21 years old, I had just moved to a new city to do my Masters. I didn’t know too many people in my new college, but to be honest I was really looking forward to getting out of my comfort zone and making new friends.

Christian was a friend of two of my new housemates. He was about 6’7”, broad and jacked, and he was beautiful. He was a cocky asshole, who knew how hot he was and boasted constantly about how he had been this close to being a professional rugby player (although, googling his name in a rugby context since has led me to believe he was full of shit.)

I was kind of smitten with Christian the moment I met him. He was out of my league though. That’s not me being low self-esteem or anything, it’s just a statement of fact. My face was pretty enough, straight red hair, b cup tits, a reasonably in shape body over a big ass and thick thighs. I knew how to dress to accentuate my curves when I wanted to look good, and I got plenty of welcome attention from guys when I wanted it. But if I was a 7 or 8 in appearance then Christian was a 10 or 11. And he went for girls on his level; Tall, athletic girls with perfect faces on perfect bodies, and they went for him too.

The week after I moved into the house, some of my new housemates were drinking downstairs while I was behaving and playing a videogame in my room, because I had a 9 o’clock start the following day. There was a knock at the door, I shouted “come in”. The door opened and there was a 6’7”, muscular man standing there, wearing just a mask. A long, thick, uncut cock, framed by nicely groomed pubes, was hanging between his legs. He said nothing, just stood there for a moment, then closed the door again. Uproarious laughter followed from the lads.

Technically I had just been sexually harassed. I was too busy thinking about that body and that cock and what they could do to me to care though. I locked my bedroom door, stripped naked, found my favourite toy and fucked myself to orgasm imagining Christian was on top of me.

A few nights later I texted Christian (paraphrased and shortened, since I lost the actual conversation record years ago).

Me: Hey

Christian: Hey

Me: I can’t stop thinking about the other night

Christian: What happened the other night?

Me: You, naked in my doorway

Christian: That wasn’t me. That was some other guy

Me: Well, whoever it was had a beautiful cock.

Christian: I’ll be sure to pass that on if I find out who it was.

I was disappointed he didn’t take the bait and flirt with me to be honest, and left it at that.

A few weeks went by, during which I hooked up with Roy, another guy from that friend group on a night out. He was very appreciative of my cock sucking skills. He must have spread it around to the guys in the friend group because I got a couple of innuendo laden comments while chatting to my housemates. Then, on a Friday night, while most students were gone home from the weekend, I was watching a movie when I got a text from Christian.

Christian: I have a confession to make.

Me: Oh?

Christian: I was the naked man in your doorway.

Me: I am shocked 😝

Christian: You liked my cock?

Me: Ya 🙈

Christian: You can come over and suck on it if you like.

I know what you’re thinking, what an asshole right? The arrogant entitlement, the shitty attitude. Acting like he’s doing me a favour by letting me suck his cock? After he technically sexually harassed me, with nothing in the way of an apology? Of course I told him to go fuck himself, right? You’d expect any self-respecting woman would?

Anyway, half an hour later I was ringing his doorbell. He answered the door wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt, and a big smile on his face. He led me into his house, sat down on his sofa, and spread his legs.

I stood in front of him, kicked off my shoes and pulled my dress up and over my head, leaving me in a red lace bra and a matching thong that was framed by a black garter belt, suspenders and stockings. I gave him a twirl to show off my lingerie, which was met with a “Jesus” from him.

“Take out your cock.” I told him.

He pulled his shorts down, his wonderful, already hard 9 inch monster sticking up proudly. I smiled at it as I reached back and undid my bra, letting that fall to the ground, freeing my tits. I sunk onto my knees in front of him and held eye contact as I took his cock in my hand and started to gently stroke it up and down.

I lifted his shirt to kiss and lick his abs, smacking his dick lightly off my cheek as I did so. He took this as a prompt to take off his shirt, leaving him naked. I kissed my way down his stomach, down his thighs and put one of his balls in my mouth. I sucked on that for a bit, drawing a couple of moans, and some “fuck”s and “Oh god”s, before moving onto the other ball for a little while.

After that I locked eyes with him again and stuck out my tongue, and licked lightly up and down the underside of his shaft. I moved to the head, pulling down the foreskin and licking circles around the base of his pink helmet.

I opened my mouth and locked my lips around his tip and slowly lowered myself down his length. He was too big for me to deepthroat, I only managed to get about ¾ down him, but he seemed to enjoy it. “Fuck, Roy was right, you’re good at that.” He moaned.

He put his hands in my hair, massaging my head while I slid my lips up and down his shaft, using my hand to jerk off his base that I couldn’t reach with my lips. I started out slowly, taking a few seconds for each journey up and down his member, before gradually upping the tempo as I sucked him, until I was frantically bobbing my head up and down and he couldn’t stop himself from filling my mouth with cum with a groan.

I took all his cum in my mouth, then I settled onto my knees and kept it closed while I swallowed, before opening my mouth to show him it was empty.

I stood up and started to pull myself together, pulling on my bra, while he lay there naked, beautiful, watching me get dressed.

“You’re going?”

“Yeah, I’ve got shit to do tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, ok, just figured I could return the favour?”

“Some other time.” I told him as I pulled my dress over my head and stepped into my shoes. I leaned down to kiss him briefly on the lips, “See you later.” Then I walked out of there and 10 minutes later I was naked on my bed masturbating to him again.

I know what you’re thinking. “Why didn’t you stick around and fuck him? Or at least see if he’d go down on you?”

Don’t get me wrong, I really wanted to fuck him. But I decided to play the long game. I wanted to try and bait him into a second encounter. I figured if I gave him everything he wanted on night one, or if he got me off and we were “even” then I might never get another chance with him. It was a calculated gamble, and spoiler: It took a few weeks, but it worked.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/w2rg55/fm_becoming_his_slut_part_1