Last night, I went over to a stranger’s home.
We’d been messaging online for almost a week at that point. He lived only a few minutes down the road, and though I was excited, I was nervous.
I knocked on the door.
“Come in!”
And I was inside his apartment. I greeted his dog with a friendly scratch on the head and set my bag down. He offered me a cranberry vodka and made one for himself as well, and we chatted cordially for a few minutes in the kitchen. Soon enough, we moved to the couch, where we took turns taking hits off his vape. It was strong, and I could feel my head clouding. He put his arm around me and I leaned against him, suddenly aware we were making contact.
“You don’t look 38.” I said. He thanked me for saying so.
“Have I told you how hot you are? You are so fucking hot. Jesus. Are you really 24?” He asked, looking me up and down.
“Yeah. I don’t look 24?”
He rolled his eyes. “Come on. No, you don’t look 24. You look young. And sweet.”
I smirked, leaning my head against his shoulder. “Well, I am.”
“You know I’m 14 years older than you?” He murmured, his fingers running down my arms. “You ever been with an older man?”
I smiled shyly and shook my head. “The oldest guy I’ve been with was 31.”
“31! Practically a baby.”
He ran his hands up my body, peering down my shirt. “God, you are so hot. What’s your cup size?”
“Too big,” I laughed.
“Nonsense.”
He kissed me, and I leaned into the familiar sensation of lips on lips, tongue in mouth. He bit my lip, then stick his tongue in my ear. He wrapped his hand around my neck and I could feel my body start to come alive.
“You made this hard on me with the overalls, didn’t you?” He noted, undoing the buttons on my overalls. He guided me to the bedroom, my clothes strewn across the floor. Here I was, naked in this man’s bedroom. I felt naughty, and it felt so good.
“Are you going to be my fucktoy tonight?” He whispered in my ear.
“Mhmm,” I breathed, squirming a little.
Feeling so high I was almost dizzy, I sat down on the bed. He removed his own clothes and suddenly he jerked my head backward, then shoved it down against the bed, choking me so hard I was gasping for breath.
“What’s the safe word?” He asked quietly.
“Red,” I panted.
“Good girl.”
He let me go and I sat up, regaining my breath. Then, his hand made contact with my face. Swift, stinging hits to the cheek. He grabbed me, jerking my body forward and squeezing my neck.
“What’s the safe word if you want me to stop?”
“Red.” The word came out gravelley and strangled. It hardly sounded like me.
I lay on my back on the bed, and he dragged me toward the edge, where he stood before me and shoved his cock in my mouth. He pushed the whole thing in, blocking my airway as my head dangled upside down.
“And how about if I’m fucking your face and you can’t speak?”
I pinched his thigh and he released me. I took big gulps of air.
“Good little whore.”
He slapped me across the face, hard, then pried my jaw back open and, once more, I gagged on his cock as the blood rushed to my head, his body blocking me from moving.
“Now put the whole thing in…”
I felt him fill up my throat, and hold himself there. I gagged and my vision started to blur. I pinched his thigh and he let up, saying, “Okay, okay…” as I coughed and tears ran down my cheeks. My jaw felt sore.
“These fucking tits!” He exclaimed, playing with my nipples and pushing my tits together. “They’re perfect. They’re so soft and full.” He buried his face in them, then held them in his hands. “You might be the most well-endowed girl I’ve ever been with.”
Once he was finished playing, he pushed me backwards onto the bed, trailing bites down my chest that would later become hickeys. He tightened his grip on my throat and, frantically, I tried to pull his fingers from their grasp around my neck. The world felt like it was spinning as he climbed on top of me and pushed himself inside.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. Does every guy who fucks you say that?” He peered down at me, hips grinding slow against mine.
I merely smiled, focused on my breath as I slid up and down his dick.
“Oh my god. Your fucking pussy. It’s too good for me.” He moaned, pressing his face into me. “I’m gonna cum. I just need a few minutes more…” His breath was hot on my ear as he pumped into me.
“Yeah,” I exhaled, reveling in the feeling of him filling me up. “Keep fucking me.”
To his credit, he did manage to last a few more minutes before erupting into moans, convulsing as he finished inside me. Or, in his words, “made a mess in [my] cunt.” It dripped out of me and onto his bedsheets.
We went a second time, and he finished inside me again. After that, we cuddled for quite a while. Just your average Monday night!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8ouvqo/a_wild_night_with_a_fellow_redditor_fm
That was really hot how you got 2 loads in you on the first meeting!