[MF] Sex on the streets of New Orleans

(This happened in 2009. A meetup with a woman I’d been flirting with for a while after she responded to my post on Craig’s List)

“You’re not to talk for the next five minute.”

Her big blue eyes widened.

“I can do that,” she said.

“I don’t believe you.”

She was nervous. And that was causing her to prattle on. I found it endearing. But she needed to be tested. I needed to see if she would comply. Or if it was all just a fantasy.

“Five minutes,” I repeated. “Not a sound.”

“We’re just going to stand here for five minutes?”

She glanced around. We were standing near the Mississippi in New Orleans. The sun was down. We were within site of Jackson Square, but away from the crowds.

“Starting now,” I said.

I took her hand in mine and we walked closer to the water. We stood at an overlook point. She stepped up and gripped the rail. She was wearing a lacy white dress with short sleeves and an asymetrical skirt. I stood behind her and leaned in so she could feel me weight.

She quickly turned. Her big blue eyes looked up at me. I kissed her for the first time. I could see the surprise on her face. She wasn’t expecting things to happen so quickly.

I put my hand on her firm ass. I gave it a hard squeeze. She resisted the urge to squeal.

My tongue pushed her lips apart. She tried to look around nervously to see who was watching. I broke the kiss.

“Don’t look around,” I commanded harshly.

I spun her back so she was facing the river. I stood behind to shield her as I lifted her dress. My hand slid up her muscular thigh. She wore lacy, pale blue panties. I bunched them in my hand and pull them tight against her pussy.

She had to bite her tongue.

“If you make a sound I will put you over my knees and spank you right here,” I said.

She didn’t doubt me.

“Eyes forward,” I commanded.

She stared straight out at the river. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the rail tightly. There were people near us, but nobody was paying attention.

I kissed the back of her neck. Worked a finger into the gusset of her panties. Teased her pussy.

“I think you need to be fucked,” I said.

She nodded vigorously.

I responded with a hard slap to the ass. There was an audible sound as my hand hit her flesh.

“I did NOT ask you a question,” I said.

She started to turn her head and I slapped her ass harder.

“Eyes front!” I growled.

“I’m going to fuck you like a little slut,” I whispered.

I pushed a second finger in her pussy. She was soaking wet.

I pulled my hands back and quickly unzipped my pants. I pulled out my hard cock.

“I’m going to fuck you right here in this park. Like the naughty girl you are.”

I pushed her panties aside and quickly penetrated her. She gasped audibly and I responded with another slap to her tight ass.

I wrapped my fingers in her long, straight hair and tugged. Her back arched and she took me in deeper.

I took my time with it. Fucked her with deep, slow strokes. I had no desire to rush it.

She bit her lip. Tried desperately not to cry out, but it wasn’t possible when she came.

I fucked her harder. She started whimpering. I didn’t look to see if anyone was watching. I just pounded her tight little cunt until I was ready. And then I came inside her. Standing in a park. By the Mississippi River. At ten o’clock on a Thursday night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9g678k/mf_sex_on_the_streets_of_new_orleans