This is my first post on this subreddit, so I will get a short description out of the way. I am a big girl and quite plain looking – but I have F cup tits, an even bigger smile, and charisma that gets me further with men than my looks give me any right to. The man in this story, Sam, is just under six-foot tall, slim, dark hair, and a slightly above average cock but a bit on the thin side in terms of girth. Overall, would be described as cute rather than hot. He was just experimenting with the idea of dominant and submissive relationships which impacted some of our interactions.
At this point, we were purely friends with benefits and would meet up regularly when we weren’t dating other people. I have a high libido and while he honestly wasn’t incredible in bed, he tided me over during times when I didn’t have other partners.
This night, however, we connected on a level that was much hotter than any sexual experience we’d had previously.
I was out dancing with some girlfriends in the nightclub area of my city. I was wearing what I referred to as my “old faithful” – a red velvet dress that barely contained my tits but skimmed my curves in the most flattering of ways. I wasn’t out to pick up, just spend time with friends, and after many cheap drinks and hours of dancing, I was feeling pleasantly buzzed.
My group of friends and I drifted out of the club and ended up at grabbing a bite to eat at an open-air spot in the centre of my city’s nightclub district that was also used as a meet up spot. My group of friends and I were waiting for our food, and I spotted Sam and his friends not far away – they must have come from another club. We didn’t plan to meet that night and I have no idea if he was seeing someone else.
Sam and I made eye contact and he smirked; I was tipsy enough that this one glance was enough that I became wet with anticipation. In that moment, we seemed to have an unspoken agreement that we would say nothing to our friends and slip away together to find a quiet place to chat.
I told my friends I was going to the bathroom and wandered slowly down the street so Sam could easily follow. He caught up quickly, having given his friends the slip as well, and fell in step beside me without a word. We turned down an alley off the main strip. The music of the nearby nightclubs would drown any moans, but the flashing neon lights would provide ample illumination for anyone that looked down the alley to see what we were up to.
Still not having spoken to one another, Sam seemed to lose patience and still within eyeshot of the main street, he pushed me up against the wall and started to kiss me. There was nothing gentle about his push or his tongue in my mouth; I could taste the whiskey on his lips, and this had seemingly lowered his inhibitions and desire for any small talk.
His hands were at my waist, and he dragged them slowly across my hips and to my arse. The pressure of his hands on my arse – which he gave a firm squeeze – and the feel of the bulge in his pants against me as he pressed my body to mine made me moan lightly. His urgency brought out my submissive side, and I almost melted as he groaned into my ear the first words he had spoken to me yet.
“You’re a good slut, aren’t you, Sasha? Letting me do whatever I want to you where anyone could catch us.”
As he was speaking, my hands were reaching for his belt buckle. I was incredibly turned on but I didn’t want to be fucked; I wanted to suck this man’s cock.
I pulled away from him and it was my turn to press him against the wall in this barely private alley. I kissed his neck and nibbled his earlobe as I undid his belt and the top button of his jeans. I slid to my knees and took his cock out of his underwear. The concrete was gritty on my knees, and he immediately slid his hands in my hair and started to gently pull.
He was hard already, and despite the semi-public location, I still wanted to take the chance to tease him. The tip of my tongue gently up the underside of his cock, pausing to flick the small V just under his head. He made his frustration known with a sharp tug of my hair which made me moan. I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, letting plenty of saliva run down the shaft. Just as he was taking an even tighter grip on my hair, I took a deep breath and took his entire cock in my mouth until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Sasha, that feels incredible.”
I couldn’t help but sit back and giggle, as this was a sentence I had heard many times from many different voices. He was speaking louder than he had earlier, and I could hear groups walking past the entrance to the alleyway – their drunken voices and laughs carried over the nightclub music. Sam was far from worried about being interrupted; he thrust himself back into my mouth and started to gently fuck my face.
By this point, both his cock and my face were covered in saliva. I brought one of my hands up and got a rhythm going so that I was sucking on the head of his dick while my hand kept a steady rhythm around the base.
I’m not sure if it was the fact we were in public, but he got close incredibly quickly. My makeup was already ruined from the sloppy blowjob, so as I felt him get closer I told him to cum on my face. He finished just as we heard another group walk past the alleyway and I swear it made him cum harder. His warm cum landed on my face and dripped down into my cleavage as he moaned loudly, not caring who heard.
I stood up and used some tissues from my bag to wipe myself up. We walked out of the alleyway and I went back to my friends, and he went to meet his at a club in the opposite direction. My friends were eating and chatting and barely noticed I had been gone, but I felt incredibly sexy and had soaked underwear for the rest of the night knowing I had had someone cum on my face just an hour before.
Sam was also the person I had my first threesome with, so let me know if there is any interest in hearing that story…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wbu2qd/my_first_public_blowjob_fm
Hell yeah hot 🔥 please share the threesome story