This is something that happened to me a few years ago. I’d been having this on/off fuck-buddy type relationship for years with this girl I’ll call Amy. We first met when we were both 18 and we would basically meet up whenever we were done with our respective friend groups and screw all night. She moved away and then came back, I moved away and then came back. Whenever we would reunite we would teach each other our new kinks and have fucking crazy sex. She definitely opened some doors for me, and I think I did the same with her. But we never dated because…well, because I think we’re just not compatible to date, only to screw. We would drive each other crazy. Or, she would drive me crazy on purpose to wind me up and get me to treat her a certain way…if that makes sense.
But anyway! fuck all that stuff. Here’s the story I wanted to tell today:
So when I was 25, I moved back to the city. I had managed not to call Amy for about six months, which was nice. I was dating a lot and having lots of fun in general. There came a time, however, when this girl I was seeing was desperately searching for a certain controlled substance that Tony Montana made famous. I don’t fuck much with that stuff, but I’m a people pleaser and I wanted to have a good time with this girl. I only knew one person who would have a line on some: Amy, of course.
So I send her a text, and right away we’re back to our old dynamic. Literally, within three messages I know we’re going to end up fucking again, but I try to play it cool, and mention that I’m seeing someone. She says that she is too: she lives with her boyfriend, which is big news to me–that she has a boyfriend and that they live together. I ask her about the drugs and she says to come over the next day in the afternoon.
We both used to live in kinda shitty housing situations and so it was pretty weird to see her new place–the top floor apartment in a downtown building! She met me at the door. (Just to give you guys an idea of what she looks like: 5’8”, average build, very long almost black hair, pale skin, sharp blue eyes, ass of an angel. That afternoon she was wearing all black:skirt and sweater) We hugged and she showed me around the apartment. It wasn’t as big as I expected, but it had a really great view of the water, and of city hall. The entire time she was asking me questions about the girl I was seeing, I think trying to gauge how serious it was. She also kept pointing out stuff of her boyfriend’s in the apartment and sort of making fun of it to entertain me. Like, he had a bunch of manga books and I mean, whatever, like manga if you like manga, but she pointed it out in like a ‘get a load of this nerd’ kind of way.
She leads me to the bedroom. She pulls out the stuff and she says its her personal stash and that her boyfriend hates it when she does drugs. Amy and I used to do drugs a lot together. We would get high and fuck–that was kind of our thing. When she pulls the drugs out, and we’re in her bedroom…it’s kind of becoming a charged moment. She asks if I want to do a bump with her but I say no, that’s ok.
We make our deal, and she says something like “go and get her tiger”. We hug again, but it lingers. Without even thinking about it, I give her a little peck on her forehead and she kind of purrs a little bit. She pulled away and sat on the bed, kind of giggling.
“I knew we were going to end up fucking,” she says.
And I say back to her, “we are? that’s news to me.” and I’m actually kind of annoyed because this is the same shit that’s been going on for years.
What happened next is tattooed on my brain. She slides down on to the floor and takes my hand. She goes “Don’t you want to…Daddy?”
And she starts sucking on my thumb, nice and slow.
I know the Daddy thing is a little played out at this point, but she had never called me that before and it did something to me, shook me loose. I squeeze her cheeks together and give her a little slap. That’s when I pull out my cock which she starts going to town on immediately. She starts to use her hands to help and for balance, but I grab her wrists and hold them above her head and basically just fuck her face. When my dick pops out, I rub it all over her mouth and face, smearing her make up and covering her with precum and spit. I dropped her wrists and then I slapped her–very hard. Hard enough that she fell to the ground. (This was stuff that we had done together a bunch of times, so we knew the limits. Don’t try this with strangers lol)
I picked her up and threw her on the bed. She was breathing hard. Her makeup was all messed up and her hair was all matted, but her nipples (perfect pink little pokies) were sticking straight up. I stuck two of my fingers into her pussy and she was sopping wet. When she would get like this her voice would go up in pitch. She said in a squeaky voice, “make me your whore daddy. use me up.”
I told her to get on all fours and back her ass up and she did like a good girl. I hike up her skirt–no panties, and a perfectly smooth pussy that she probably did just for me. She’s always been very vocal, but when I entered her she basically fucking screamed. I leaned forward and put one of my hands over her mouth, and the other around her throat. Then I went to town on her hard and fast, that’s how she liked it. She came in like two seconds, and when she did she screamed into my hand and I gave her esophogus a little squeeze.
Then it was my turn. I flipped her over on her back and kept thrusting. She said, “you like fucking me in my boyfriends bed Daddy?” I stuck a bunch of my fingers in her mouth to keep her from talking. When I took them out, I wiped them on her face. she gasped and said “you’re so much bigger than my boyfriend daddy. This is your pussy daddy. Come in my pussy daddy. Make me yours.”
And that did it. I came inside of her. She lit up and said “thank you daddy, thank you.” She locked her legs around me and rocked with me.
No sooner had we finished, she looked at the clock and was like “fuck! you have to get out of here right now!” so I took off. I remember I got a parking ticket.
A somewhat serious post-script: Amy texted me about a week later (we had been texting all week) and told me she was pregnant and that she was certain it was mine. I told her that I thought she should keep it, and that I would help any way I could, and she agreed. She told me that she would tell the boyfriend that the baby was his. She said she really liked the idea of having something of mine forever and that having a secret with me would bring us closer together. Hearing her say something like that was really fucked up and frightening, but also weirdly hot. She miscarried after about a month though. Writing this out now, I can’t believe that I thought that was a good idea.
anyway, that was one of the most satisfying fucks I’ve ever had and it opened some new doors for me kink-wise…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7730qd/my_fuck_buddy_begs_me_for_cum_on_her_bfs_bed_mf
That was incredibly fucked up that she was going have him believe it was his kid. And you went along with it. You have no shame.
Pregnant after a week?
Boy howdy what a PS
Jeeze, she is the human embodiment of a dumpster fire…
Just sad.
How dumb are you
Hope her bf found somebody better lol
Good story.
So are you still fucking her? Sounds like easy pussy :)
Very hot. Keep sharing. I almost thought it was fake until the end.
And stop hating on this girl. People do crazy stuff.
Am I the only one who thought the story was going to be about a guy being asked to cum on some dudes bed? Plot twist
Look at all these pussies bitching after jacking off to your story LOL
Awesome LOL
Never promise crazy a baby. C’mon man.
Great story…hope the whole thing is fiction.
Just to be clear, you 100% did not get her pregnant. *IF* she was actually pregnant I promise you it was not yours. Dodged a bullet there either way my friend.
Some simple googling says that it’s possible ?
Oh my fucking god people relax! This story was legit.