[MF] Success story: How a RAOMD that was supposed to be “a few hours of fun and nothing more” turned into 25 orgasms in 48 hours

DISCLAIMER

This is going to be a bit of a mess of a story for the very simple reason that the whole thing has remained in my mind as kind of a blissful blur because the encounter (or should I say encounters?) consisted almost exclusively of foreplay. And only from me to her. So naturally, it’s harder to keep track of what was done precisely, in what order, etc. And even harder considering that we were at it for 48 hours. So let’s just say that it might sound a little redundant – there’s only so much you can do with your fingers and your tongue… What do you mean, sometimes it’s all you need anyway? :)

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CONTEXT

Everything started when April (F20) posted an ad in RAOMD looking for a guy to “make her squirm.” Long story short, I (M23) saw her ad a month after the fact, fought the urge to send her a message because in my mind I was already too late, but ended up doing it 2 months late, and she got back to me a month later. No, not the best timing ever, and no, I do not recommend you guys do the same thing I did – my message to her was so apologetic she teased me for it later on: I was basically saying “I’m sorry I even thought about trying my luck”, but I did anyway because I felt like I had to give it a shot, and I guess she didn’t think I was that much of a creep, so it worked out in the end. But yeah, no, it definitely isn’t the ideal thing to do.

Setting up the meet up all happened very fast. We exchanged a few Reddit messages, I inquired a little bit about what she was looking for, she asked if I was free that very same evening – that’s when she said she wanted “a few hours of fun and nothing more” and then she’d go home, but I guess she didn’t know back then that she was going to miss her last tram, and in a spectacular fashion –, I replied I was indeed available, she took off to meet me in the city, we exchanged phone numbers while she was on her way, and after fifteen minutes looking for each other – who would have thought finding a pond in a park would be that hard? – we finally caught sight of each other, and headed back to my place. And that’s when the 48 hours started.

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STORY

* Day 1: 8 pm

You might think we got right into it as soon as the door closed, but you’d be wrong. We spent something like two hours talking about nothing and everything, and extensively about turn ons, kinks, fetishes, and the likes. I asked her how she saw this happening, and I was relieved when she reiterated that she only wanted foreplay, because this way I didn’t have to worry about getting “stage fright” – yeah, just like you are right now, she made fun of me for using that phrase too. But let’s face it, the whole conversation was mainly her telling me she wouldn’t initiate and teasing me for being nervous. (Can’t blame her, she’s the bratty type and I’m definitely the nervous type till I get between a woman’s thighs, so it would have been a waste not to toy with me the way she did; no hard feelings.)

Now well aware that there was no pressure on either side and that we could both be comfortable around each other, I eventually started touching her. April was a small South East Asian female, petite frame, on the thinner side with delicious curves where it matters, and infinite dark and crimson red hair that I just could not get enough of – there was a bit of purple here and there too, beautiful. The touching slowly turned into my taking off her clothes, and she mine because it’s only fair – she would later spend hours naked in the room and keep saying “you’re wearing too many clothes”, one of her favorite lines. I may or may not have left her skirt on because it was fun teasing her back after all that low-key taunting me for not being direct enough. But at least it got me all fired up and I spent some time exploring her body – I discovered very fast that scratching worked especially well on her, so obviously I made it my mission to use it against her as much as I could from then on. I played with her breasts and nipples way more than I care to admit, and then proceeded to kiss my way from her gorgeous breasts to her already drenched pussy, and at that point I don’t know which of the two of us lost it more. I grabbed onto her thighs, she pulled my hair, I got all sloppy making out with her pussy, she grinded against my mouth… And then it happened. Her first orgasm. The first of many, and one that completely ruined her. I don’t know how long it had been since she last had been eaten out, or been given an orgasm altogether, but oh boy was it big. She pushed my head away, closed her legs, begged me to stop, and collapsed.

Orgasms count: 1

I leveled back to her and held her body close, stroking her thighs but not getting anywhere near her most intimate place because I didn’t want to have my hand broken. I gave her the time she needed to recuperate, and she guided my hand down to signal that she was ready for more. I figured if I was going to have my lips and tongue available, I should use them. I couldn’t go for her nipples again because I wouldn’t have been in a comfortable position anatomically speaking, so I went for her neck, and I’m quite happy I did, because it turns out she’s just as receptive to being kissed there, and I was allowed to bite because she doesn’t mark easily.

I found my way to her still soaked pussy and parted her lips with my fingers, teasing her abundantly before sliding them all the way in, which earned me quite a few “you’re so mean” from her, another of her favorite lines. I pretended starting to finger her for real by basically letting my fingers go in out of her, going deep and almost pulling out every time. She was very receptive and definitely enjoying it, but she grew more confident, more defiant as she started to be able to handle the teasing better. She would tell me how no one had ever managed to make her cum only with their fingers and how I definitely wasn’t going to be the first one to… So I did what any man would do when his ability to make a woman feel uncontrollably good is threatened: instead of pushing my fingers inside, I clenched them to have my fingertips go up. And soon the talking back stopped. Only her moaning was left to be heard. So I guess that’s the spot, uh?

Orgasms count: 4

“What time is it?” she asked, out of breath, half in ruins on the bed. “I should be gone by 12:30 am because I have work in the morning.” Uhh, how should I put it? It’s not that it’s 1 am but it kind of is… “Oh well, fuck it, I’ll just call in sick for work.” I guess she’s staying then? I offered to finger her some more to celebrate her taking that decision, and she gladly accepted. I got her on all fours and worked my fingers inside her, made the same motion, but this time I figured I should try my luck and see if I could get an even better result than having my fingers drenched. Aaand there’s her first time squirting. Like, ever, apparently. I got what I wanted: her convulsing, my forearm and thigh covered in her juices, and a nice puddle right beneath her. She was very embarrassed but I was very proud of myself. Not only did I get her to cum from my fingers alone, I also made her squirt, both of which had never happened before! You guessed it, I laid her on her back and celebrated with some more fingering. Without pulling out between each, just because I could. I kept that same ‘smartass’ attitude for a couple more orgasms until she stopped moving altogether when reaching climax. No, she didn’t die, but no, I’m not kidding either. She really, truthfully, actually passed out on me. And it might have been only for a few seconds before she came back to her senses, but I can assure you that when you have a girl you’ve met online for sexual purposes only a couple hours ago lying still in your bed and you haven’t been warned this could happen – nor have you ever been confronted to the situation before – you freak out big time. I held her in my arms and reassured her after that while she explained how it doesn’t happen often so she didn’t think it’d be useful to mention it, and how it’s no big deal because it’s only caused by her holding her breath while climaxing, but to be honest it might also have been to reassure myself that she was still alive and well.

Orgasms count: 9

She had had a long day, as well as a long night full of orgasms if I may, and it must have been 5 in the morning when we went to sleep after a bit of cuddling – read: stage fright went away (because cuddling is the best) for a little while before barging back in like “waddup bitches, no real action for you lol”. We must have fallen asleep at around 6 – after my feigning outrage that she’d want to sleep with her bra on, like, girl, I’ve played with your pussy all evening, surely you can’t be serious about being shy to sleep topless next to me, come on…

* Day 2: 12 pm

No, we didn’t go back to it right when I woke up before her despite the both of us being into sleep play. A bit of cuddling must have happened while I went back to being my curious self, asking her questions about what works for her. The more you understand how the female body, pleasure, and orgasm work, the easier it’ll be to make a woman feel good. And that, gentlemen of this subreddit, may I remind you, is what you are here for. Having a whole lot of new knowledge to put to the test, I started to kiss my way down, but she stopped me in the middle of it, saying that if I wanted to eat her out, she’d take a shower before, so I settled for helping her body wake up gently with my fingers before she’d have to get up to get ready for my tongue. I have yet to decide whether I’m surprisingly good or bad at bargaining, but oh well.

By now I had a pretty good idea of what kind of woman I was dealing with: extremely bratty and yet absolutely submissive when touched right – I’d say almost affectionate when she isn’t too busy talking back, but she’d probably deny it. When I asked where and how I should touch her to get her there, she told me she had some sort of ‘off switch’… And I had to try it. As instructed, I brought my hand to her throat, not actually squeezing on the sides but just applying pressure right below the base of her neck. It paralyzed her completely, without stopping her from breathing or taking any real risk. My not being very experienced with all this, the fact that she trusted me enough to let me take advantage of that weakness felt extra sweet. And left her in ruins, so, I guess I made it up to her, right?

Orgasms count: 12

She got up to take a quick shower, didn’t bother to put clothes back on afterwards, and toyed with me a bit more to feel desired. It quickly turned into a lovely spanking session, with gentle stroking in between and a bit of throwing her around, and finally I managed to get her on her back, spread her legs, and make her offer her now dripping wet pussy to me. She had another bad yet adorable habit: she would cover her mouth every time she could feel she was about to lose control over her pleasure. So naturally, when it happened, what I did was to pin her arms down so that I could hear her delicate sighing and moaning, because I’m pretty positive that’s what the myth of sirens is built on. I made out with her pussy to get her ready for more, and got to sucking on her clit and lips just hard enough to make her feel like she’s mine. It didn’t take that long to get her to cum hard, but because of the suction it all got very sensitive and she couldn’t be bothered to be touched there again for a little while.

Orgasms count: 13

I think it’s safe to say that she spent legit three quarters of the day naked, in and out of bed. I didn’t mind. It wasn’t even necessarily about her being sexual at all times; it was just enough to drive me crazy and say out loud how perfect a shot it would be to take her picture at that specific moment, because she was just so feminine and beautiful and desirable and ugh. We spent a lot of time talking but also eating – and not just me eating her out, tsk tsk – and during those times she told me a bit more about the BDSM world, which I totally am not familiar with. Apparently I exhibit characteristics of a daddy dom: protective, reassuring, affectionate, and yet still wants to be respected, so okay with giving slight punishment – as well as rewards, obviously, but because she was the brat sub type, she cared more about being put in her place than being rewarded for being good.

She had that bad habit of saying “I’m sorry” whenever she would do something she knew was wrong, and I would always demand she stops. There was this one time she had just felt really really good and I just left my fingers inside her, getting ready for the next orgasm. She might have apologized again, for I ended up hitting her g spot moving my fingers for each syllable I uttered: “What did I tell you about saying sorry? … Don’t – say – you’re – sorry.” What a fantastic sight it was to see her arch her back every – single – time I did the ‘come here’ motion. She did say it was hot but she totally didn’t stop apologizing. It was to be expected, I suppose.

Orgasms count: 17

Every time she’d reach climax a couple times in a row, her insides would always tighten really hard around my fingers, and when I had to pull out, her pussy would clench “like a motherfucker” – her words, not mine – trying to suck them back in. I would try my hardest to pull out very, very slowly, which she said made her feel like my fingers were endless and had been buried deep inside her the whole time. And without fail, this time too, she shivered throughout the whole thing and collapsed letting out a quiet final gasp.

Anyhow, she had an exam the next day, couldn’t really skip it but I’m fairly confident – read: she made it clear herself – that she would have stayed had she been able to. It must have been around 9 pm when she left, only to come back after her exam the next day.

* Day 3: 1 pm

She said she missed my fingers – she didn’t mention my tongue, so I guess I gotta work on that, hmm? – so as it had been planned the day before, she came back for more. We cooked and ate at my place, and when she walked out of the bathroom naked after a shower, I figured I should have dessert, so I carried her in bed and put up with her acting all bratty, manhandling her a little because she liked it – “suuure, you totally don’t want me to eat you out, right; on a totally unrelated note, could you please stop being feisty while I try to spread your legs open? But please do tell me all about how you don’t want my face between your legs.” I started slow for a nice buildup, but maybe I took my time a tad bit much… for when she started getting close, I ended up making her edge for a solid ten minutes, not because I meant to, but because my tongue was getting tired. I can assure you, having a woman moaning “keep doing that”, “I’m about to cum”, “keep going, keep going, keep going”, and you can tell your tongue is getting tired and the motion you are doing isn’t exactly the same as what you were doing 15 seconds ago is so frustrating, when you know how the slightest change can ruin everything and mean going to back to zero. Just find two motions that seem to be working for her and that use different muscles in your mouth, alternate between the two, and it should do the trick. It did for her.

Orgasms count: 18

“Wait, I haven’t eaten you out and fingered you at the time yet, have I?” I asked out of nowhere. “Now you notice?” Yeah, with how limited my options were, I still hadn’t. Shame on me, I know. “Well I know how I’m going to make you cum next, then.” It turned out to be a little trickier than expected, because of how much I had played with her the past couple days, and also because making out with her pussy, licking, teasing, sucking on her clit prevented me to move my hand the way I had so far. But in the end she did beg me to stop while convulsing on the bed… wait, no, scratch that, she passed out again, for thirty seconds this time. Aaah, the sweet feeling of pride in making a woman cum, and at the same time flipping your shit, scared that you might now have a corpse lying on your bed. So sweet.

Orgasms count: 21

She eventually did snap out of it and I took the time to cuddle her till she wasn’t panting anymore. I guess the longer someone is out, the scarier it gets for them too. I knew she was back to being okay when she let me know with her signature bluntness that she had to leave soon. Being a gentleman, it was only natural that I should offer her one more orgasm before she leaves. Being a generous gentleman – and her an insatiable lady – it was only natural that I ended up giving her four. We went back to the positions that gave her the most intense orgasms, namely on the side and with her legs up. It worked like a charm, and she enjoyed every bit of my parting gift.

Orgasms count: 25

April doesn’t usually take pictures, but I guess she was too exhausted – and satisfied – to think straight and told me I could take one. The deal was, if she liked it enough, I’d get to keep it and post it alongside my success story… Because yes, she demanded I write one for this. I totally didn’t mean to write anything (lies) because it totally wasn’t as good as I had hoped it would be (lies) and I definitely did not and still do not want to remember it forever (lies). She took a sexy pose showing off [her gorgeous body and hair](https://imgur.com/a/7hit7Iz), and it was time for her to go – because you can’t just not go to work every day, you know – and thus ended our 48 hours together.

* Day 3: 8 pm

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AFTERWORD

I hope this wasn’t too messy and you guys enjoyed reading it. I had a lot of fun with April and connected with her on many levels. We had great conversations outside of the bedroom, plus in bed she wasn’t shy to give me guidance; and as a man who likes pleasing my partner, this is straight up gold. She was more experienced than me but it did not end up being a problem at all, and I think I can say she enjoyed herself as much as I did. I definitely wasn’t expecting things to go that smoothly – because after all, what are the odds that two individuals might get along so well after not even 24 hours spent talking? – but boy am I grateful for that experience. To the next guy who will be blessed enough to meet April, good luck dealing with her brattiness, but more seriously, brace yourself for a great time. I hope this will inspire some of you to go out there and GIVE, and not just RECEIVE: I promise a whole lot of good comes out of giving, giving a lot, and giving right.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a3xd3a/mf_success_story_how_a_raomd_that_was_supposed_to