Between Lost Keys and Hickies [MF]

We met on Tinder, our intentions pretty clear from just being on that app. But I hadn’t expected the night I got out of it.

We’d been texting for a couple days, just the pleasantries of sexting, what we would do to each other when we’d meet, our future aspirations and some hobbies. Civ V being one of them. We agreed to play a game, both of us knowing we’d be in for the long haul together by just hitting start. After 50 turns, my nation getting their religion first and his claiming the library of Alexandria, it became all too clear who was going to win. Yet I still had a glimmer of hope as we bet timmies and other odds and ends. But as he won bet after bet, his nation almost conquering me, we had to call it there for the day.

Friday night seemed like the perfect time to meet. But fate is never kind to the horny. He ended up being locked out of his room due to a lost set of keys…. So, I offered for him to stay the night, at least it was better than a couch or floor. I could offer him a comfortable bed, and a cup of tea for us to talk over. I brought him up to my room, the door closed, and we sat and talked over tea. He explained his hard week, and I listened. His voice travelling over me as I played with the zipper on my shirt. Up and down I moved it ever so.

He laid back on my bed, his arm outstretched asking me to lay beside him. Innocent enough. Our heads turned and our gazes locked, his lips moving towards mine before we were both fully enveloped with each other. Our tongues fighting over dominance so early in the night, neither truly taking the upper hand. I broke the contact, moving to straddle him, bending down to let out lips battle again.

A knock came on the wall first, then to the door. We froze.

Scrambling to the door, I meet the face of my neighbour telling me he’s going out and wanted to know if I wanted anything from, well in truth I couldn’t remember. My thoughts filled with less than innocent ideas of what I truly wanted. But with quick words and a wave.

I turned back to him and the bed, but he wasn’t on it, he was behind me. Ordering me to the bed he unzipped my shirt exposing my bra. With another short order, I removed the shirt, looking up at my new master. Pushing me back into the sheets he went to work on the soft pale skin of my neck, his teeth and lips sucking as my head arched back in pleasure. I wanted him then and there more than anything. I wanted to taste him in my mouth, I wanted him to fill me to the brim. Taking off my pants and panties, all but throwing them to the ground, he descended upon me.

His fingers first trailed along my already wet folds, his eyes watching me as I squirmed beneath him. As he dipped in one finger, then another, my back arched, and my hands gripped the sheets steadfast. In and out his hands went until his tongue circled my clit. A new and thrilling experience as I tried to stifle my moans. Faster and faster, then suddenly, he’d stop. And I left whimpering from the lose of pleasure building. Tease I called him, (that and a variety of other names) as he seemed to gain his own sense of pleasure from leading me towards another and another. Every time I came close to a climax, he’d stop or lean over me taunting me with a kiss or just the proximity of his lips to mine.

We played a game, I’d ask a question and if it were a yes, he would push me closer to another orgasm, and no was just simple pleasure. When it came time for him to ask me the questions, after an uncountable amount of orgasms, I finally saw what I craved alter all the teasing.

His cock was massive, my mouth almost salivating at the sight of it building in his underwear. Upon reveal I knew that I wanted it deep inside me, I wanted to suck on its thick shaft until I was out of breath and completely at his mercy. He let me taste my cum on his fingers, bringing them to my mouth and letting me suck on it. His lips wet from my pussy as he smiled at my enjoyment.

It was my turn to be asked the questions, my turn to please him. I took his cock in my hands, the shaft hard against my touch and my tongue trailing up it towards the tip. Again, and again I readied him to enter my mouth, my lips kissing up and down before they stopped on the tip and fully consumed him. As he asked more questions I would bob my head for the answers. Harder and harder I would suck; deeper and deeper I would go. I wanted more of him. So much more.

Putting the condom on, he ordered me on my stomach, my ass up for his full view. Slowly he lowered into me, and bliss took over every fiber of my being. Rocking back to meet him I felt his truth girth and length inside me, and all I could think of was that I wanted more, and I wanted it faster. Our rhythm increased. My ass slapping against his abdomen as my climax gained once again. My moans urging him on further and faster. I came for him, my cum dripping down my inner thigh.

My legs shook from the remnants of climaxes as I straddled his cock. Positioning myself over him I felt him enter me from and entirely different angle. The exhaustion my legs felt trying to cease as I found more and more pleasure to pursue. As I climaxed again and again, I knew I was spent. I wanted more of him, but my body couldn’t take the size and the girth of him anymore. My own needs halted hopefully for a time.

I watched him please himself until he came, my greedy mouth ready to swallow my trophy.

Then we slept. My ass resting against his cock the entire night, another way to tease me I realized. Even as I slept it was there enticing me. Several times in the night I found hands trailing down under the sheets touching myself to please that unsuitable appetite.

I awoke in the morning, something hard against my ass, I couldn’t help but smile and touch myself at the thought. His hands snaked over me, first to my nipples, then to my wet pussy. He pulled and rubbed the already beaded and raw tips, scores of pleasure soaring through me at every touch. His god damned magic fingers making me spasm against the sheets for him. I came over and over again, just as I had the night before. Yet I still wanted more. I wanted his cock shoved down my throat so that I can watch him buck his hips and moan under my touch. I got what I wanted as he masturbated and came in my mouth.

After that, pleasantries seemed to be obsolete and we cleaned ourselves then parted ways. It was only when I stripped and grabbed my bathrobe to have a shower did my neighbour stop me in the hall. He smiled and pointed to my neck. I was confused and asked for him to tell me what it was, but he ignored my request and walked away half laughing to himself. Self-conscious I made my way back to my room and looked in the mirror. Two large hickies were visible on either side of my neck, they were easily the size of a toonie, likely even bigger than that.
When my roommate arrived back, she saw me trying to conceal them with little to no success. It was then that she dubbed him ‘Dracula’, and proceeded to tease about them as I covered the marks with a scarf.

I had the hickies for five days before they disappeared completely… But for a night like what I had, I would gladly get them again no questions asked.

He was u/zetaire, and it was an extraordinary night.

(Also some of the bets I lost involved writing this post….. I’m not a kiss and post kind of girl, but I will always pay my bets in full)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79ktuo/between_lost_keys_and_hickies_mf