This was 2? years ago, so details may be sloppy.
My third boyfriend wasn’t great for me emotionally, but I suspect our bedroom choices is ultimately what had me decide to go down this road of my life. He’s the one that taught me about deepthroating and how utterly amazing it is for both parties.
We were at a dinner get-together with some friends. There were about 7 of us in total and only one of the others knew how the relationship *really* played out in the bedroom(this other person was also known as my best friend).
We were just having light-hearted small talk. And then he put his feet up on my lap. You see, I love being used like furniture. When I’m in Slut Space, I love to be used. I love to be sat on, spit on, hit, punched, fucked up against a counter. Being a naughty slut is what I’m meant for. And the crazy son of a bitch knew that all too well.
I, of course, had to continue on with dinner like nothing bad was happening. After ten minutes of acting like I wasn’t wet and soaking my panties, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door and locked it behind me, everything below the waist went into a pile in the sink and I was laying on the floor rubbing my juices all over myself with my legs up on the toilet seat.
And then somebody knocked.
“I told the others that you were feeling sick and that we would take at least fifteen minutes.”
Of course, I’d know that voice anywhere. I scurried to open the door, close it, lock it, and then undo his pants and take out his hard cock.
“Be quiet and suck. I want to try something a bit different today.” I’m an obedient slutz so I did as I was told.
After a few minutes of dilligent sucking and kneading his balls with my hands, I felt him push my head down on his dick. Roughly.
“Shhh, stay still, baby.” Now this sounds like he’d say this nicely, calmly. The opposite was true.
He held me there for around thirty seconds before thrusting roughly up into my throat. He unhooked my bra and shoved my shirt to my waist. He told me to pinch both my nipples as hard as I could. I did. I moaned. He thrust again, harder.
Tears were streaming down my face and drool down my breasts. I probably looked glorious. At this point, ten minutes had past and he was fucking my face like it was my pussy. I was no longer allowed to touch him with my hands, and as such my nipples were getting almost as good of a punishment as my throat.
With a final, painful thrust, he came down my throat. He held himself in my mouth for a few seconds before pulling out. He went out of the batheoom after telling me to come join them for dinner again, “when I was feeling better”.
To say the least, dinner was a bit awkward with me being wet as hell and my boyfriend fingering me under the table.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bf4la7/my_first_deepthroat_experience_and_definitely_not
what a slutty girl u r lol