Remember that adorably bratty 20-year old Scottish girl? The morning after our first time, I fucked her in the kitchen while she made me breakfast, had her suck me off beneath the table while I chatted with her dad, and pounded her ass in the shower afterwards while I choked her. Part 2! [MF]

First part of the story is here, if you want to catch up: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wnn1dz/the_other_week_i_fucked_and_dominated_the/

My sincerest thanks to everyone who read the first installment of this story, and for your patience—I’ve had Covid the last two weeks, and my symptoms are lingering, so I haven’t felt like doing much of anything, let alone detail my kinky exploits. Likewise, I’ve had some ambivalence over continuing to recount this experience. At the risk of being too vague, the reasons why will become apparent by the end of the story. Regardless, though, I think it’s an enjoyable story, so I’ll be continuing as best I’m able.

Now, onto the good stuff.

That first morning, I awoke with a headache, somehow not entirely convinced that the previous night had been real. The scent of sex hanging over my room, and the bill Maisie had left on my nightstand, revealing that I’d spent a remarkable amount of money on whisky over the last eighteen hours, helped support the case that it had actually happened, though.

The other week, I fucked and dominated the adorably bratty 20-year old Scottish girl working at the b ‘n b I rented for my friend’s bachelor party trip. Within a few hours of meeting her, she’d let me taste her hairy ginger pussy, cum down her throat, and drink way too much whisky. [MF]

My hand found purchase around Maisie’s throat, my thumb sliding, slicked by shower water, along the pounding artery that attested to her excitement. As I tightened my grip, the smile on her freckled face faltered, her top lip curling in a way I was starting to recognize as the mid-point between pleasure and pain.

“Be careful,” she whispered. Her hands found my chest, nails scratching me. “Scotland’s a haunted land. Us Scottish girls turn into ghosts like that.” She found the wherewithal to snap her fingers, though the shower around us deadened the sound. “If you go too far, I will fucking haunt your arse.”

My grip must have slackened at that point because she grinned and added: “But that don’t mean you should go easy on me either.” That earned her a kiss.

Let’s back up, shall we? How was it that I, a relatively unassuming college professor, rapidly and unapologetically approaching middle age, the kind of woke feminist SJW white knight cultural Marxist CRT-pushing hack who haunts your cryptofascist aunt’s Facebook page, ended up in a shower, naked (needless to say), with a twenty-year old Scottish girl (equally naked), and my hand around her neck?