This sub is my go-to almost every night, and whenever else I’m horny. I have a recent experience to share. I’m 5’1” with a bit of jelly belly going on and full perky tits to match. I have pixie cut black hair that frame my large dark eyes and full lips. I posted awhile back on RAOMD on a different account in hopes of finding someone to satisfy me for a few months (I’m traveling temporarily for work), and ended up meeting someone on Tinder. We have incredible sex, but there is one particularly memorable session from a couple weeks ago that I can’t stop thinking about.
We were on our way back to his place from a nice, low-key Friday night date. Bookstore, ramen, and walking around downtown. He lives in an old, beautifully classic southwestern building from the early 1900s. There are two entrances to his apartment from the complex hallway, which are right next to each other— one into the living room, and the other into the kitchen. Out of pure curiosity, I asked to enter his apartment through the kitchen door just to see what it was like. We were kissing before the door clicked shut. I had my arms around his neck and his hands were roaming up and down my back. In between kisses, I asked him if he wanted to hear my fantasy from the night before.
“I thought about you fucking me up against your kitchen door… anyone who walks down the hall will hear me moaning your name, telling you to fuck me harder to the rhythm of the door creaking. I want everyone to know how good you are at filling me up.” He groaned response and kissed me harder. I could feel his cock growing for me as I rubbed my palm against the front of his jeans.
He pulled back just as I was about to go in for another kiss. “I’ll be right back. I want your clothes to be off when I return.” I stepped out of dress, stripped off my bra and panties, and waited like a good girl for him to return. I could feel how wet I was with every movement of my legs.
As soon as he returned, I looked straight into his eyes, and began undoing his belt buckle. I maintained eye contact as I slid down to take his cock in my mouth. I let mouth fill with saliva before gliding him into my mouth, keeping his cock pressed against my tongue and using my lips to create a steady suction. Anytime he wasn’t in my mouth, he was rubbing his cock on my lips and around my face as I looked up at him. While I rolled his balls around in one hand, the other kept his cock oriented towards me as I tried to get him as deep into my mouth as I could while still flicking his frenulum with my tongue.
As I began shifting around from the discomfort of being on my knees on his old hardwood floor, he drew me up and pulled me close. “Turn around.” I spread my legs, bent over at right angle, and braced myself against the rickety door that started it all. He’s quite a bit taller than me, so it took some maneuvering. When he finally slid into me from behind I let out an involuntary moan that definitely could be heard through the thin wood. He started out slowly to get a feel for the position, but as soon as we were both comfortable the pace increased to a frenzy. I could feel my tits swinging back and forth with each slap of his hips against my ass.
My cheek was pressed up against the door and my right hand was holding on to the door handle because it was the closest thing I could grasp in my ecstasy. His hands were grabbing my ass, my tits, and my hips— wherever they could get the most leverage to fuck me harder. The sound of the door creaking steadily in its frame coupled with the sound of our slapping bodies — as well as the likelihood that strangers could hear us— made me wetter than any other time we fucked before then. I couldn’t hold back my noises as my body was shoved up against the door again and again and again.
He grabbed my face to kiss me as I turned around. We were desperate to touch each other. “Get up,” he commanded. I wrapped my arms around his neck, jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist. As a heavier girl, I never thought that sex standing up would be within my reality. I was wrong. I could feel his perfect cock teasing me at my lips before slamming into me again. I could hear my stream of consciousness coming out of my mouth. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, oh god you feel so good in me I can feel my pussy throbbing around you please I want everyone to hear how hard you fuck me and how much I’m yours. Fuck, please fill me up and fuck me harder I want your cum…”
Under the strain of holding me up, he eventually started slowing down. We weren’t done though. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I walked ahead of him, climbed onto his bed and presented my pussy to him: my ass up and legs spread open.
Until now, I hadn’t realized all his clothes were still on. All he had done earlier was pull his pants and boxers down enough to fuck me. It was so sexy to see him all disheveled, and to realize the contrast there must have been between his dark clothes and my pale body moving with every thrust. As I waited for him to finish undressing I began playing with myself. I rubbed my clit and lips, occasionally looking back to see his eyes glued on my pussy. He positioned himself behind me. As he slid into me again, we naturally fell into a prone position— our absolute favorite. I love the feeling of his whole body on top of me, pushing me into the bed. I can push my ass up to receive him deeper in me, while still being held down and fucked. I especially love it when he rubs my asshole when he fucks me like this. It wasn’t a night for that though. I needed his cum.
I could feel his thrusts getting more and more erratic as his sweat dripped down on me. My tits fit his large hands perfectly. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his palms as he pounded me. I needed his cum, “Please, please give me all the cum you’ve been saving for me… I want it in me and on me so I can clean it off and taste you… please…” Even though we weren’t sharing a wall with the hallway anymore, I knew his neighbors could hear me begging him to fill me up. I felt his cock throbbing and stiffening as he came deep in me while I squeezed my pussy around him.
I didn’t read GWS the whole week after because thinking about that night (and anticipating the next date) was all I needed to cum hard around my toy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/837k51/fm_kitchen_escapades_or_how_we_woke_up_the_whole
Fucking beautiful! I’ll be stroking to this story for a long time!
This made me so jealous!!! I’ve not been fucked like this in a while, especially prone bone?????
As I began shifting around from the discomfort of being on my knees on his old hardwood floor, he drew me up and pulled me close. “Turn around.” I spread my legs, bent over at right angle, and braced myself against the rickety door that started it all. He’s quite a bit taller than me, so it took some maneuvering. When he finally slid into me from behind I let out an involuntary moan that definitely could be heard through the thin wood. He started out slowly to get a feel for the position, but as soon as we were both comfortable the pace increased to a frenzy. I could feel my tits swinging back and forth with each slap of his hips against my ass.
My cheek was pressed up against the door and my right hand was holding on to the door handle because it was the closest thing I could grasp in my ecstasy. His hands were grabbing my ass, my tits, and my hips— wherever they could get the most leverage to fuck me harder. The sound of the door creaking steadily in its frame coupled with the sound of our slapping bodies — as well as the likelihood that strangers could hear us— made me wetter than any other time we fucked before then. I couldn’t hold back my noises as my body was shoved up against the door again and again and again.
It so nice to see good sentence structuring for a change.