F26 Being his (M42) Fuck Toy: First Night Part 1 [MF]

Thank you for all your comments and messages on my [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mq3s2w/f26_being_his_m42_fuck_toy_background_story_fm/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share). This story will be picking up from when we started messaging in Tinder. Apologies for the long story though, I made it as detailed as possible that I did not realize how long it was until I finished.

It was one of those days that I am very horny, and my pussy is tingling and wanting to be stuffed and filled. The whole 10-minute walk from my office to my flat was a pain that I really wanted to grab some stranger to satisfy the itch. Cold showers often stop the horniness usually, but that day was not one of those days, so having the man I was masturbating to match with me intensified the longing, my panties were drenched.

When I told him this, he said he would like to see for himself. He wants to bury his face on my pussy, lick the juices in them, then suck and bite on my clit until I produce more juices for him to lick and taste. He then described how both of us can feel good, like me sucking him, him fucking me, on my back, from behide, me riding him. By this time, I am very drenched and horny and desperate for a cock that I literally begged him to come, fuck me, and make those imaginations a reality.

F26 Being his (M42) Fuck Toy: Background Story [FM]

Throwaway for a reason.

This is a back story of one of the hottest fucks I had in my life.

For context, I am a brown-skinned Asian with 5′ flat height. Two of my best assets are my rounded hazel brown eyes with long lashes and pinkish full lips. Three years ago, when I was 26, after finishing my MBA, I was promoted and sent to our company’s headquarters abroad.

Fast forward a few months. In our company’s building, there is a cafe in the ground floor that I used to just sit at every morning. For nearly a month though, there is this guy that always gets coffee the same time as me, that we began to acknowledge each other – a nod, a small smile.

He is taller than me (6’3″, I found out later), with grey hair starting to show. He has somehow a big frame, but more of muscles than fats. A pair of blue eyes (that I like to look at), thin lips and bearded face. He wears glasses and has that air of confidence around him.