Casual Connections

“Who the fuck is this guy?” My first thoughts as he was inside me after a long night of flirting, temptation, and giving in to this sexy stranger I befriended just a couple hours ago. Perfect strangers one might say. Casual strangers is how I would put it. Someone who barely knows me but sure knows how to fuck me. I’ll give him that.. and a whole lot more. As he goes deeper in me and fucks me harder with each coming stroke (no pun intended), my walls get looser and looser for him and my legs get that locking feeling. Damn, he’s good. Damn, Daddy knows how to fuck this pussy. And damn, he fucks so good I’m calling him Daddy in my mind already.

I think about how I stripped down slowly, drunkenly, and kind of slutty for him. Then, I turned around, let him what he is working with and let him get a peak of that fat pussy poking out from the back. I looked at him, gave him the look just about any man should recognized, walked to my bedroom, and turned off the lights, expecting him to follow. I lay on my back and see this bulky, sexy shadow of a man in the doorway, curious of what he would find if he followed. After a few seconds, I felt his presence. I felt his hands grab my ankles, his bulky arms throw my legs on his shoulders, and waited as he thrusted that big, hard, throbbing dick in me. I felt on it a good part of the night at the bar, in our little corner where we whispered, flirted, touched, and teased until we couldn’t resist anymore. Nightcap went into full effect and now here we are.

He fingered me for a minute or two and got me going. I felt my pussy get warm, start to drip, and get a little loose. Then, he thrusted that pulsing cock into me. Bigger than I expected but damn did that big dick feel amazing going in. If he fucks me good, I’ll choke on that dick until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he can’t take it anymore. I know how to reward a man who works hard and does a good job. I always have. In and out he goes, the wetter I get. The looser I get. The more I want fucked. He must have saw it or felt it. He gave me a “I’m fucking you how you like it?” smirk and put his hand around my neck. He tightened that grip and my legs started to lock as he looked into my eyes and fucked me even harder. Daddy knows how to please this pussy. That dominant shit will make a woman lose her mind, if you are that kind of woman. I sure am.

I start to moan. Trying to contain it but not being able to help it, I get louder and louder. Each moan comes quicker than the last and I can’t help myself. The juices are flowing, I’m all warm inside, and I feel my legs locking and my body getting weaker with each stroke. I’m sweating now, getting hotter and hotter as he gets steadier but harder with the strokes. He is building me up. He knows what he is doing. He keeps giving me that smirk and occasionally asks me “You like that baby?” Don’t call me baby if you don’t mean it daddy.

Hell yes I like it daddy. Some of the best dick I have had in awhile and just a couple hours ago, I thought i was going home alone and my rabbit would be my best chance of getting off. I got the perfect dickplacement tonight though. A couple Jack & Cokes for him and a couple tequila sunrises for me and there was no turning back. Next time, I need to get off, I will fantasize about this night instead of watching some random porn.

He lets go of my neck, that tight grip loosening up but my pussy only getting wetter and me only getting louder. I love a man who is in control. I love a man who likes to dominate. He puts both hands under me and feels on that ass. For a moment, I thought he forgot about my initial offering to get him to the bedroom. It seemed like he was waiting, patiently mins you, because he began to grab, squeeze, and rub on that ass as kept stroking that pussy. My legs are locked up and I’m getting tighter but getting ready. I can feel it. This man has me at that point. Ladies you know what I mean?! The warmer my pussy gets, the more my insides seem to be going crazy. I can feel that dick hit the walls deep within my pussy and he found his spot. As the tip hits that spot, I go wild. You can see it in my eyes and how I look at him. You can see it as I get hotter and sweatier but seem to not give a fuck. You can hear it as my moans get louder and longer. I can’t fucking take it. Hit me right there baby. Keep going daddy. This what I say to him over and over with moans interrupting me as I try to get every word out but can’t.

As my pussy starts throbbing and my moans only get higher, I’m about to climax. My breathing got heavy and my insides lusted for him as I let out a high pitched scream with my legs shaking, all these juices rushing out of me faster and harder, and dug my fingers into his back. That climax was followed by a few minor ones and my breathing got slower and lower. I still had sweat dripping from my pores and my whole body was weak but I hit euphoria. This man fucked me into my wildest dreams.

Ladies, there’s only one thing you can do after getting fucked like that. When a man fucks you this good, before you fall asleep from that dick, make that man feel as good as he made you feel. Take care of that dick and show him how much you loved that dick and how he gave it to you. Remember how I said I was going to choke on that dick until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he can’t take anymore. Honey, I did that and a whole hell of a lot more. I sucked on that juicy, throbbing dick and he was so big I had no problem using both hands to stroke while I put it in my mouth. I sucked on that dick and deep throated it until every inch I could fit of it was in my mouth. It touched the back of my throat, I gagged a little bit, sucked it one more time to get some control while it was in my mouth, and felt it pulsing uncontrollably. My tricks had worked. I felt the gooey loads of warm, thick cum hit the back of my throat while trying to hang onto the pulsing dick in my throat. So much cum that he it wasn’t just his dick that filled up my whole mouth. He tasted pretty damn good if I say so myself.

I smiled at him, wiped my mouth with my shirt, and we both seem pleased. He smirked at me, content with us both getting off, and went to take a piss. When he came back out, he got dressed. He told me to text him tomorrow or next weekend if I wasn’t busy. I always have them for a casual stranger. Let me correct that, I always have time for a perfect stranger. Especially one with no strings attached…