I have a tendency to share experiences that bear some sort of weight – but I do like keeping a diverse range of memories in my head, so I thought I’d just share a quick slice that I remember so vividly.
She brought me to her apartment after a long night of dirty flirting that certainly toed the line of what I generally considerable acceptable decorum. She was a high end solicitor type, the kind that worked 80 hours a week, and never anytime for herself. We had crossed paths a few times, and this time we managed to make the most of it.
Her apartment was exquisite, her bedroom perfectly immaculate, and in turn, fittingly, this was a finely sculpted woman (as the only outlet she could find time for was an daily hour or so visit to her apartment complex’s gym). She stood at the foot of her bed as she undressed, then lay down, with her head over the edge of the bed, face up the ceiling.
“I want you to come down my throat” is all she said – with that perfectly firm and authoritative voice of hers.
My cock was already hard, and abandoning any sense of courtesy, I quickly force my heavy, rigid cock into her ready, and agape mouth. I can still remember how it felt as my balls slid across her face, and the low gurgling moans that accompanied each violent thrust of my hips.
I held both of my hands around her throat, and pressed her neck down against the bed, sensing that point that was dangerously close to stopping her breathing. She abandoned all her trust to me, and here I was, my thumbs pressing at her collar bone. I watched as she played with her pussy with one hand, and she rolled her left nipple around with the other.
She changes between rubbing her clit with her middle finger, to slipping three fingers into her pussy, pressing against her gspot. I watch closely, so I can match my cock into her now spit filled mouth to the pace of her fingers.
It doesn’t take me long, and I don’t earn her that I’m about to come.
I just fuck her face as hard as I can, and tighten my grip around her throat more. I can see her with her fingers deep in her pussy, and she pushes with her fingers as hard as she can against her gspot. My balls are covered in her saliva, and with one final thrust – only in, and not out, my built up come spurts viciously into her mouth.
I hear her moan immediately, and I keep pressing my cock as far as I can, and she sucks every little droplet of my come down her throat. I let her suck on my cock until she thinks she’s done. She slurps and swallows and makes filthy sounds signaling her satisfaction.
I let go of her throat, and help her rub her pussy to another climax, with my cock still firmly in her mouth.
She starts laughing as she tries to gasp for about more air, and I tell her we’re not finished.
I pull my cock out of her mouth for a moment, just so can pay attention to me as I her I’m to going fuck her mouth again.
And I do just that.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a4jh21/mf_she_asked_me_to_to_come_down_her_throat
Just in case you’re wondering, during the course of our dirty flirting, we set up our boundaries for what we (knew) we were going to end up doing later that evening. This included things like safe words, as well as other signals if anyone felt uncomfortable with anything.
If you find yourself wanting to do something I like what you’ve just, I absolutely insist you have this conversation.
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