Best/Sex Hookup of My Life [MF]

[This is 100% a true story- all happened exactly as described]

It was late 2017 at one of the clubs off Dupont Circle. The idea of this particular club was that every floor had a different decade of music- the bottom floor 2000s, the middle floor 1990s, and the top floor 1980s. The girls at this venue skewed younger, with many GW students, and were dressed like complete sluts– skirts hiked up so you could see their asses, tits hanging out– the way street hookers used to dress when I was a kid.
I happened on a group of girls.They looked distinctly downscale compared to the other girls there. Two were Hispanic. The third was a tiny white girl, cute as a button. She looked like she was from the wrong side of the tracks. She was about 5 feet tall, dark hair, skinny but sporting a big curvy ass, and drunk off her gourd. Her skin was alabaster white. Her pretty eyes were blue and vulnerable looking. Of all the different varieties, trashy white girls are my favorite. The kind who have bruises everywhere, who smoke, sleep around, and love meth, molly and adderall. I knew I had to say hi. I approached her directly, making no effort to feign interest in her friends, told her I thought she was gorgeous, and offered to buy her a drink. The attraction was instant. She blushed crimson red and followed me to the bar.

Turns out she was from Norfolk and had only moved to D.C. a couple hears ago. She grew up as one of the few white people in an almost entirely black neighborhood in Norfolk’s ghetto. She was one of 20 or so white people in a class of 2000. Her dad was a crack addict who was constantly in and out of prison. She dropped out of high school to support her family during on of her dad’s prison stints, working as a cashier at a grocery store in Chesapeake. Eventually she got her associate’s degree and fled to D.C., where she now worked for a small government contractor. Her name was Jessie.

I was taken aback by this story, so different from the typical D.C. girl. Most girls who come to D.C. are ultra-rich and overly-idealistic. They want to “change the world” but end up working for non-profits, law firms or media companies. They stay single well into their 30s, at which point they panic and either settle for a nerdy beta male or let their eggs die a permanent death. I had been on innumerable chemistry-less online dates with these career girls, which typically devolved into boring, cliche conversations about careers and Netflix shows.

I’m 6 feet tall, well-spoken and have a good job as comms director for a congressman. As we bantered, she got the googeley eyes. I could tell she was not used to having this kind of guy approach her.

Soon, Jessie and I were on the dance floor, where she started grinding her ass against me like a slut. My dick got rock hard, and I pressed it against her ass. She turned around, and I leaned down to kiss her. After a bit of making out, she asked me if I could come outside and smoke a cigarette with her.

Her friends were outside smoking when we arrived. We made small talk, and it turns out they were mad cool. They had that “get it girl” attitude that unattractive girls have and seemed excited that Jessie was about to get some dick.

We danced some more, then she asked if I wanted to go back to her place and smoke some weed. We Ubered to her place in Crystal City. She confided in me that her previous boyfriends had been abusive. I held her in my arms, and we started making out again.

One of the things I like to do when I fuck is balance the tender with the sadistic- a hard slap followed by a deep kiss. We got back to her place, which was a divided-off section of an apartment she shared with dudes. We sat down and smoked out of her bong while watching some ’90s TV show. She was much nerdier than she had seemed at the club: she loved League of Legends and said she was a goth in high school. She told me secretly hated her job and just want to be a mom already so she could quit working.

Soon we were making out, and I was on top of her. I felt up her breasts and heard her hoarse, raspy
breath. I put my hand across her neck and squeezed, cutting off her breath momentarily. She gurgled for air and squeezed her legs together. I took my hand off her neck and she sighed. I felt under her dress and her panties were soaked. I moved her across my lap, lifted her skirt up, and pulled her little white panties down, exposing her asscheeks. I proceeded to spank her bare ass, hard, like she was a little girl. She moaned hoarsely, removed her dress, and bent over the couch on all fours, exposing her ass to me. I spanked it even harder. After each spanked, she yelped in pleasure. She then got down on her knees and hastily began undoing my belt. She pulled my pants and underwear down and engulfed my rock-hard cock in her mouth, sucking hungrily. I removed her bra as she did this, leaving her completely naked, on her knees, with my erect cock in her throat. I was still full clothed. I stood up, grabbed the back of her head and began fucking her face.

Eventually she took her mouth off my cock. I sat down again, and she began removing my shoes and socks. I took off the rest of my clothes, and we headed for her bed, which was on the floor behind her couch. I lay with my entire body weight on top of her, both of us naked, as we made out hungrily. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she begged me to fuck her. I was turned on by the sight of her little belly and hairy pussy. I slid it in eagerly, my big engorged cock contrasting with her small, narrow snatch. She closed her eyes and began moaning hoarsely as I thrust in her. I gave her a big openhanded slap across the face as she moaned even more loudly. Eventually I got close and began moaning as well. “I’m going to cum in you,” I announced. She just moaned in response. I then thrust hard and deep into her, moaning as I shot my load deep inside of her. That triggered her orgasm, and she screamed and moaned in ecstacy. Her orgasm was so intense that her emtire body shuddered afterwards, as I maintained my cock in her pussy. She then moved her hand to her clit and began stroking it furiously. This brought on a second orgasm and another round of shuddering. I lay on top of her, holding her firmly in my arms. “My vanilla blanket,” she said, smiling, as she drifted off to sleep.

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