u/MissJuicyTooshie

Okay, so men who adore burying their head between a woman’s legs and not coming up until the job’s done, hey, you may understand this.

A guy friend of mine, we’ve known each other a long time, he’s officially hit a drought of 6 months. The thing he misses the most, apparently, is giving head.

In the car on the way to go shopping and to meet with other friends, he was outright with it.

“I’ve clearly found you on a very horny day.” I grinned.

That’s when my pussy started streaming wet. He went into detail about going without and how he’s not even bothered about a BJ in return.

My response was, “if a guy went down on me, he’s getting his dick swallowed. He’s likely getting his cum swallowed too.”

I could see the horny cogs working in his sex crazed brain. The conversation carried on. He went into the scent, the taste, the arching of hips when you get them close.

We then got out of the car. I was SO wet and feeling kinda needy for a hard working tongue.

So I kept that thought handy.

Knowing I’d see him a week later, 3 of us were scheduled to go to the gym. We didn’t pick up the third person on the way there, so I hatched a plan.

It was ultra spontaneous. I got the conversation onto sex again and for that 20 minute car ride I became wetter and wetter. My maroon Calvin Klein thong was fucking foaming with pre cum.

My heart raced and after I said, “you never know, you might eat pussy tonight. Train hard for it like it’s depending on it.”

The response, “there’s nothing like 69 with a pussy grinding on you into your nose and lips. Even with a panty kink, I’d close my eyes and think of that.”

Waiiiiiit a minute. I asked for more info. Again, getting really fucking wet. Turns out he has sniffed an ex’s pair of panties.

The journey was coming to an end. I was faced with a decision as he got out first. Wearing a dress, it was pretty much made for this scenario. As he went to go and put money in the parking metre, I removed my gym trainers and took my thong off.

I placed it underneath the driver’s seat.

Quickly scurrying after him, there was no going back.

I went to get changed for the gym, now training purely with leggings and no panties.

After an hour long sesh, we got back to the car, didn’t talk sex, and he dropped me home.

The moment I got in, I panicked. Until I finally got things together and messaged, “check under your seat for your fix” with the pussy emoji.

It was read.

No response for an hour. A whole fucking hour.

“You literally fulfilled my kink.” Amongst a flood of other messages blew up my phone.

“I have an idea.” He messaged.

Apparently, it needs to be discussed in person when I see him tomorrow.

I have no idea what it’ll be and I’m really fucking excited, and now, you’re along for the journey with me.

Guys, this is MADNESS! A quick overview before I go into things.

Last year, I slept with a sex store worker, her name’s Lucy, and I purposely overshared with her that I enjoy anal play after she sold me a vibrator. We flirted, I left with her number, and went out for drinks.

Lucy’s got a rock chick vibe with gorgeous red hair. I’m older than her at 37. She modestly hides her D cups, which made them the best gift in the world to unwrap. Oh, and petite little me is shorter than her 5”7 stature.

Visuals are important, now you have them.

I have her saved in my phone as ‘Pineapple Pussy’, which re-iterates why I never get that sweet nectar taste out of my head. However, as things go with life, things just became… A little messy. I’ll say her casual fuck buddy was very jealous.

We remained on good terms, although it was an understanding of no more.

Now, you came here to read some utter filthy sex, and as I write this, sipping my coffee with a wet pussy and a huge rush of adrenaline, I’ll re-live it with you.

My phone blew up with several one line messages.

“I’m just wondering if I’m still saved in your phone as Pineapple Pussy.”

“Pineapple Pussy checking in.”

“NEW STOCK ALERT! Reply ‘more’ to find out!”

I giggled. I must’ve typed loads of draft replies. Finally, my racing heart and rising sex drive told me to hit send.

“Full inventory already owned. Opting out of updates.”

Lucy replied, “Head in-store today to receive the deal of the century.”

“Unavailable. Sad! I’ll miss out.” I replied.

Our back and forth flirting felt fun. Eager to explore, we both gradually put our cards on the table.

“I’m sorry for the drama. I’ve wanted to contact you for a while.” She said, and we smoothed things over. The chat went cold for a few hours, then suddenly..

I received, in the break room at work, a short clip of her playing with her pussy. It was filmed right next to her juicy lips, shaved clean, and glistening wet.

“What about unpacking aw mystery box tonight? Your place?” Lucy asked.

I said, “I love a surprise. I’m in. You’ll be there at 7pm.”

“Oh, YOU are in charge?” She flirted back.

I had no clue what this’ll be. I assumed she was in a grovelling, submissive mood.

Lucy arrived early, and I made her wait, joking I was prepping myself in the shower. I then jokingly shouted out of the window, “I’m coming.”

Innuendo implied.

We hugged for like 10 seconds, I whispered, “feeling those press against me…”

I’m a bad host. I didn’t even offer her a drink. Instead, we kissed passionately and I threw her jacket to the floor. Her bag, that she’d placed there, was big. I thought nothing of it.

Her initially submissive vibe changed. Considering she was in my house, I was told, “you’ll fucking bend over.”

I was so damn wet. I grabbed her by the hand, and she pulled me back, picking her bag up. I ran up the stairs and she spanked my ass.

Pulling down my grey sweatpants, I had a frilly black Lounge thong on. I was ordered to get into doggy on the bed and close my eyes.

I heard Lucy stripping down. I arched my back like a pro, waiting. She slapped something weighty on my cheeks. It was like the head of a cock, but weightier.

OMFG came to mind.

“Don’t worry, I have lots of lube.” Lucy laughed.

“I’m so wet, you don’t need any.” I replied.

The sight of her boobs made me so fucking happy. I noticed a pretty pair of panties. I had to close my eyes again, according to Ms. Dominant.

“It’s not your pussy that’s getting it.”

It was my big, round ass. I reached back and spread.

“You’re lucky I’m in the mood for anal, ya know.” I bit my lip.

It was a lengthy strap on. A real-feel dildo, nicely shaped, with a spongy mushroom head.

I was teased around my asshole with the head. I started to play with my pussy underneath in doggy, and I was told not to. I behaved and followed the order.

Sliding in gently, the hardest part to take quite honestly was the seriously suckable mushroom head. In it went. Lucy warmed me up.

My first orgasm came 7-8 minutes in. Keeping track of time was hard. All I could think was, “don’t be shy, fuck me hard, make me feel it.”

Usually, with anal, you take your time.

“FUCK ME HARDER!” I practically screamed.

Lucy’s care for my bootyhole diminshed immediately.

I got fucking railed. Like, really fucked. HARD. And for a long, long time. I came a second time, all while I had to plead for it.

It’s usually me taking a lead and delivering orgasms in a way that I see fit. This was purely an ass fucking.

I had my hair pulled just before cumming for a third time. I almost couldn’t take anymore. We were both working up a sweat, I relaxed my bootyhole as much as possible, and I finally caved in.

“I literally can’t take anymore.” I let out a huge sigh.

I was told I had 2 minutes to recover before I was eating her pussy.

I had my face sat on. Meanwhile, in 69, I was fingered. I felt the full weight of her ass, which was bigger than before.

After I made her cum twice, I was allowed a breather.

Laying there, sweaty and catching my breath, I looked to my side.

“I’ve really fucking missed you.” I smiled.

I had sex nearly all night with her. I called in sick for work the next day, exhausted in the very best way possible.

And I have zero regrets.