[MF] The Violinist

Okay, I had a request for the violinist. So in the interest of full disclosure, this was before she became ‘famous’ (whatever that really means), and she is really only famous in some circles I think. Not like Yo Yo Ma. I am not a musician, but I’m told that she is reasonably well known and successful, has won some major competitions, etc. And before you go looking, she does not really play violin. I changed this and some other details to protect anonymity.

This started when I was a grad student at a university known for its parties and in a town known for its, erhm, view. It was in May, so the heat was just starting to ramp up. I first saw her at the graduation ceremony, as thousands of people were stuck in a sweaty poorly ventilated field house. We will call her Maria. Maria was maybe 5’5”, so not super short, short/pixie cut hair, glasses, and a prominent nose. That’s all I got to see at first because she was in a graduation robe and I just remember thinking, oh, that’s a pretty girl. I was working on my grad degree at the time and was hired to help with PA setup and teardown.

Anyway, everybody threw their hats then started to file out and I didn’t think twice about it. Random hot girl, right? Sure, she was extra hot, because I have a thing for short hair, but this was a hot town and there was no shortage of good looking people. So I finish packing up the gear and walked out of the field house with my cart. That’s when I ran into her on the sidewalk. I assume she was there with her family and friends, who were all gaggled around her, but she had taken off her robe to reveal a SMOKING body. Her sleeveless, backless dress revealed a track body and multiple colorful tattoos on her arm and shoulder. Her dress revealed just enough thigh to see her perfect legs. And to top things off, it was hot and humid, so she was dripping with sweat (which I find attractive).

So I continue my business trying to hide a boner forming. After all, just another hot girl.

That night I went to party at a friend’s house. A lot of people disperse after school ends, but we had a pretty good core group that worked in and around town over the summers to keep things interesting. People came and went for a couple of hours, but as things started to die down, guess who walks in: hot short hair girl. This time, tight tomboy jeans with ripped patches and a tight tank top over her bikini (she had come from the beach) which revealed a perfect little midriff. I got a good look at her tits for the first time, which were small but well-apportioned to her runner’s body. I amazingly gathered enough courage fueled by alcohol to talk to her, and learned she played violin and that her name was Maria. She talked with a subtle Eastern Bloc accent, finding out later she had grown up in Estonia. Also super hot. At some point, we ended up on the porch outside and she looked at me and said, “fuck me, it’s hot,” as she peeled off her little shirt to reveal her bikini and some pokey nipples. Insta-boner.

Amidst the talking and drinking we decided to go downtown the next day and attend one of the small street food festivals. You know, it was the end of the year and we were all riding on adrenaline and sexual tension was very high like it usually is in the summer.

We all slept off our hangovers and met up the next day. The entire district of town was very walkable, and the festival wasn’t overly crowded, so we kind of paired off into groups that wanted to try specific things. Naturally, I made the decision of what to eat with my penis—I’ll have what she’s having. So we got to talking and I learned more about Estonia and talked to her about my time studying abroad in Germany. The entire time we were brushing shoulders and playfully touching. I was just turning 29 at the time (and her 22), and we were day-drinking and shooting the breeze about what it felt like to be ‘old.’ Fueled by alcohol, I told her my biggest regret of my 20’s: not having more sex (I was pretty career-driven and had moved around a lot, so didn’t have the chance to make lots of connections). She seemed to enjoy the candor of this, as I think most Eastern Europeans prefer honesty over posturing, because she paused and gave me a look then said, “interesting! I’d fuck you in a heartbeat.” Another insta-boner.

It also came out that she was only in town for graduation because she had finished up her degree in an internship elsewhere, so she didn’t *really* have a place to stay or anything in particular to do other than hang. So I sensed my chance and asked if she wanted to come over and watch a movie after we were done at the festival. To my amazement, she said sounds fun and I did my best to hide my sexual excitement the rest of the afternoon.

SEX STARTS HERE

So we ate and drank and talked some more then hopped a taxi back to my house. So being honest, a single man in a sea of woman, I know better than to ask if someone has a boyfriend or husband at a party—it’s on them to volunteer that information, and if they don’t my conscience is clear. So I assumed all was well. We got back to the house and immediately started making out on the couch. I can’t even remember if we started the movie. It felt like her whole body could fit between my hands she was so petite. I could feel every little muscle contraction in my fingers as I slid them underneath her shirt and underneath her shorts. At some point she slid out of her tiny jean shorts and I got to see her flawless hips poking out around a tiny thong getting swallowed by her tiny tight pussy and compact ass.

She unzipped my pants and started rubbing my cock over my boxers (gents, always boxers on a date), then slipped it through the boxer hole (is that what it’s called?). Before I knew it, she was deep throating me, which I had never felt before. After a couple of minutes, she slid her thong to one side and began rubbing my dick on her clit, her eyes rolling back in slow moans as she did it. At this point my proverbial mouth was watering so hard because her pussy looked so tight. This happened for a couple of minutes, until we couldn’t wait any more and she said, “Oh fuck it. Please fuck me.” I didn’t know what the ‘fuck it’ part meant, but I slid my dick in and, just as I expected, she was so tight and wet. She rocked back and forth on my cock, kissing me as she did. She had a way of pulling almost all the way out then taking me back in to the hilt—it was amazing, and I had never felt anything like it before.

I finally started to tug at her bra, undoing the back with one hand and working it off her arms with the other. She didn’t hardly need it, her tits were so perky. I could see her hard nipples underneath her tank top and gave it a pinch as she continued fucking my cock. At some point my clothes came off as well and she had pulled her tanktop all the way down to her belly button to reveal perfect ribs and amazing little nipples.

We were still on the couch, but she was small enough to pick up and carry over to my bed. I threw her down and almost as soon as she hit the mattress she started bucking her hips into my cock and grabbing her own tits. As we pumped together, she covered her mouth as she tried not to scream when she came hard.

I wasn’t done so I flipped her tiny little body over and started fucking her doggy style. She knew JUST how and when to move so that we clapped together perfectly. Her pussy was so tight as it swallowed my cock over and over. She looked back at me it total surrender as her shoulder muscles popped out of her small frame.

“Finger my ass,” she said.

Up to this point, I had never had a woman who wanted anything near her asshole, so this was a surprise to me. But I complied and started circling her asshole with my thumb. As I slowly slid it in, she started really screaming and bucking. I had no idea women actually liked things in their butt, but she really really did. She went into downward dog and was fucking my cock wildly with my thumb in her butt when it all started to build up for both of us. As we both started to come, I grabbed a fistful of what hair she had with one hand and pulled my thumb out to give her ass a good smack with the other. She screamed as she came, and I could see her cream all over my dick. As she came and contracted, she continued bucking wildly and I lost what little I had left. As I lost control of my own movement, she rocked back and forth milking every bit of pleasure out of my throbbing cock. I wanted badly to come in her pussy and let it ooze out of her, but we didn’t talk about birth control or anything. I finally gave in and pulled out, shooting load after load across her asshole and lower back.

After a few minutes of recovery, she asked, “can we fuck again?” We did a few more times that night. She let me come on her stomach and on her chest other times. We had a lot of sex that night, come to think of it. She left the next morning with, I shit you not, a handshake. She left town to go back to her home and gig, then came back next weekend and we fucked some more. I never asked if she had a boyfriend and she never told me. So one day I got curious and did Facebook stalk her. She still had pictures up of her with a guy, but there was no relationship status. I then found him on Facebook and, sure enough, there she was on his profile picture, hand in hand.

I was a little pissed. I am not monogamous but also legitimately wasn’t interested in cheating. So I waited until I saw her the next weekend. She came over, same as before, but before I could say anything she sat me down in my office chair, unzipped my pants, and started blowing me. I got hard so fast because she was so good at it. She was just wearing a little maxi skirt and no underwear, and between licking my cock she whispered, “can we fuck? Please fuck me,” over and over again. No blood left in my brain to refuse, I nodded. She jumped up, turned around, hiked up her skirt, and sat on my cock, her pussy lips stretching and contracting as she took it up and down. It was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. Her juices started to make that sound, you know the one.

After a couple of minutes she started to moan louder as she began to come. I knew that this was my chance to ‘catch her with her pants down,’ so I asked, “Maria, who is [name]?”

She didn’t skip a beat and said, “Oh fuck, that’s my husband. But you can be my daddy. Please, please don’t stop.” She moaned louder and louder, pulled her shirt up and started grabbing her tit and pinching her nipple, moving on my cock faster. “Oh fuck, you’re so much bigger.” She kept fucking me faster and faster in the chair. “Fuck me daddy, I’m coming!” I could feel her pussy contracting on my cock. I started to get close too. “Please come inside me, daddy,” she begged me. Her dirty talk sent me over the edge. She felt my cock throbbing inside her as it shot a jet or two. and spun around so fast, taking me deep in her mouth as she swallowed each pulse of cum as it came out as well as her own creamy juice. The last jet rolled off her tongue onto her lip, and I simultaneously saw a little bit of cum dripping from her pussy. She looked so good with my cum falling out of both ends of her tight little body.

After we caught our breathe, I said, “seriously, who is [name]?”

She literally shrugged and said, “Damn. Yeah you caught me. He’s my husband. Oh well! But we can keep fucking, right?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bj6l1m/mf_the_violinist