Outsourcing a good time [F20s/M20s] [First Person Female POV] [Cheating] [Creampie] [Big Dick] [Hookup] [Cunnilingus]
Another night in paradise with my boyfriend, at least that’s what I wish it could be. He’s a great guy, funny, cute, charming, almost a full package! The only part that’s missing is… well… the package.
I know it’s not his fault, it’s just the way he was born, but sometimes I just wish he had more to work with. I can’t even wrap my whole hand around it without a finger or two having nothing but air to grasp at, which means that sometimes when we get intimate I don’t quite get to do what he does, orgasm, or in his case, orgasm quickly.
I lay back on my half of our bed as he throws the condom he just filled away. I'm amazed he managed to finish as fast as he did because I felt nothing.
I pop on my phone and see a message from an old friend of mine, an old friend that loved to play match maker from back in my earlier university days when all I did was party.
“Hey girlie! Miss you! Hope you’ve been well! If you still don’t have a guy nailed down I may just know someone that could treat you right~”
I glance over at him as he climbs back into bed, somehow managing to steal too many blankets as he passes out immediately
My hand drifts lower once I hear him start to snore a bit, deciding to finish what he tried to start and multitask on conversation
I might as well respond, see what sort of antics she’s been up to these past few years
“Miss you too! I’ve certainly been better, currently with a guy who barely has a dick and can’t last more than a minute.”
She responds way to fast for how much she managed to type
“Whaaat? No way! I’ve hooked up with this guy, he’s a proper experience, if you have a free day I could totes set yall up ;)”
I look over to the worst living dildo sleeping away as if he deserves the world before realizing I’m more wet thinking about this stranger I’ve never seen than I’ve ever been with him.
Tomorrow, 3pm, he has an hour to impress me before I just have to put up with shitty sex for the rest of my life
“Yippie! I’ll let him know! And of course I need all the juicy details after ;P”
Just like that my fate was sealed, I was going to cheat on my boyfriend. Maybe I would’ve thought more about it if he ever tried. Like he said eating pussy was “gross” and “unsanitary”. Whenever he tried using his fingers he didn’t know what he was doing, clearly just doing random shit quickly so he could hurry up and shove his little buddy in me.
Whatever happens tomorrow is my future me’s problem to solve.
The sunlight creeped through the curtains and awoke me, annoying me out of bed way too early. I mean now I have to sit around home alone thinking about this guy who is supposedly going to give me a “proper experience”.
Despite all my previous partying the only sex I’ve had has been with my boyfriend, so I don’t quite know what to expect
After hours of sitting hot and bothered the time finally came, I had to get up and meet him.
I’m sure you don’t care too much about hearing the introductions, small talk, whatnot, but the conversation somehow managed to bring up my lacking sex life.
Then I heard something that made me realize that this meet up is going to end the way I dreamed of, he said he doubled the size I knew.
I didn’t care about anything else then, I knew what I wanted, I was on a mission, and I was going to succeed.
He brought me back to his place, showed me to his couch, and he sat down in the corner. I sat in his lap.
His hands set on my hips as I felt something start to press onto my thigh.
He’s just starting to get hard, and he’s already bigger.
He asks if he can kiss me, as if I don’t want to have our clothes already off.
“Yes, you can kiss me, I’d like that.”
His left hand slides up from my hip, going up my side, cupping my face as he leans his head in and presses his lips to mine.
A million thoughts run through my head, I’ve never felt like this before. Is it because I’m doing something I shouldn’t be? Is it because he’s more manly? Is it because I’m extremely horny?
My mind quickly goes blank, that naughty right hand has gone between my legs, he can absolutely tell how wet I’ve already gotten.
Without parting our lips he rubs gently over my jeans. How does this already feel better than anything I’ve done before? Is this what love is? No, simply lust I’m sure… right?
Fuck it
I break our kiss and tear myself out of his lap. I’m going to give this guy a show, with what I felt through fabric it’s clear he deserves it.
I turn away, sticking my rear out towards him as I work my jeans off, my lingerie I chose to wear barely visible from being eaten by my ass. I turn again, lifting my shirt off revealing a matching bra, see through, and it’s clear he’s a fan.
“Whatever you take off I’ll copy~”
I’ve never seen a man stand up faster, without a second thought he was shirtless and stood before me with his pants at his feet.
I get to see what I’m working with now, he’s a lot bigger than I imagined actually… not that I’m complaining of course.
I toss aside my bra and panties as promised, and give a playful shove to sit him back down on the couch.
I get on my knees and put my head just before his cock, it’s even more intimidating up close.
I take my hand and wrap it around it… it’s bigger than my hand. that’s… Different.
Without a word I start kissing it, starting at the base and working my way up to the tip. It takes a lot longer than I’m used to.
I place my lips around the head, I wonder how much I can take before I struggle. But a hand on my chin stops me.
“I actually would rather eat you out, if that’s okay?”
He what? Doesn’t want a blowjob? I… don’t think that’s ever been said before, and he’s offering to trade places with me? That is a tough deal to pass up
I look up at him, my lips leaving his tip. “That wasn’t something I was expecting, but it sounds nice.”
“Great! Let me make you more comfortable then.”
Without missing a beat he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder effortlessly, certainly not as comfortable as I was a moment ago, I’ve got an additional shoulder blade in my rib cage like this.
Only four steps away I’m whisked away to his bedroom, tossed out on his bed and ready for the fun part
He positions himself between my legs, my knees hooked over his shoulders.
He kisses my knee, then the other, then lower, and lower, until he’s a mere millimeter from my needy hole.
I feel his breath hitting me, I’ve never been this excited for anything before.
He asks but a single question “May I?”
I nod
He gets a smirk on his face “I want to hear you say it.”
“…I… want…. I want…. I want you to eat me out…”
“Good girl.”
He gets straight to work, licking from bottom to top, making sure he gets a taste of every last bit of me, I let out a brief moan as he does so, something I’ve never done before.
His tongue quickly finds my clit and starts attacking it. Up, down, side to side, he changes it up just before I get somewhat accustomed to what he’s doing
I’m squirming around as he wraps his arms around my thighs, holding me down on his face.
I’m already going to cum, I’m going to be a hypocrite and cum in a single minute, I don’t know how I’m so sensitive but he’s not slowing down at all
“I’m coming!” I grab a handful of his hair and spasm about, my muscles not listening to any command I give, my legs can’t stop shaking as he continues licking away
My shaking slows as does he, eventually both coming to a stop.
“Good?”
“The fucking best.”
“More or something different?”
I’ve never had a choice before, usually it’s just a one and done deal, but I suppose the usual isn’t this seeing as I actually came…
“S…something else… I… want you to fuck me.”
He reaches over to his nightstand, opening a drawer and pulling out a condom.
I can’t have this experience dampened by a piece of rubber.
I grab his wrist and shake my head.
“Fuck me properly.”
He tosses the condom aside and embraces me, pressing my chest into his, he’s so warm, it’s really nice.
He rolls us over, I’m straddling him. I get to see just how deep he’s about to be inside me, his massive cock it pressed right up to my stomach.
I grind on him, covering his lower body with my all natural lubricant, lord knows this thing needs it where it’s going.
I stand him up, raise my hips, and position myself right above the tip.
I slowly lower myself down, feeling one inch after the other, deeper than I’ve ever felt before, it feels like it’s splitting me open as I finally reach the base
I lean over, putting my hands beside his head, my breasts dangling by his mouth, something he quickly amends by suckling a nipple
He starts to move, his hands holding my hips as he picks me up and back down, each time returning to his hilt feeling a new wave of pleasure
He’s actually able to make me feel something, his cock is filling me up and hitting all the right places
The slow speed picks up, his arms moving me as if I weigh nothing, our flesh slamming into each other again and again, this is what proper sex feels like.
He wraps an arm around me and holds me down on him, now thrusting his hips into me and pounding away, treating me more like a toy than a human being
I’m going to cum again, he’s being so rough, going so fast, and is way too big
I can’t even announce my orgasm this time, I can only eek out moans as my desires are fulfilled, my body once again betraying me as I lose control
His barrage doesn’t stop, it barely slows down as I cum. He keeps working, pounding away at me as I feel something I haven’t before.
He’s twitching and pulsing, I feel it deep inside me, the movements are happening farther than my boyfriend’s ever been, I think he’s going to cum too. I should give him some encouragement.
“Fuck yes, fill me up baby, give me everything you have!”
His tempo falters, his thrusts get harder
“I’m coming!”
He slams his hips into me one last time, burying himself as far as he can as he floods me with his cum
He shakes and squeezes me into him, his one arm hug tightening as he experiences the climax I just have.
I lay atop him basking in my afterglow for a while before I hear an alarm go off.
He gives me a peck on the forehead, carefully peels me off his chest and runs back to the couch returning with his phone.
“That’s my hour it seems.”
He shows me the screen, a one hour timer he started back when we first met up.
“Have I managed to impress you?”
“Yes… I think you have.”
Afterword(s)
Hi Hi! This was in editing hell for over a month because I was doing university exams and I don’t have the desire to write in aftercare now so… Sorry.
I hope you enjoyed reading and I’ll hopefully get back to writing more now that I don’t have 10 project deadlines breathing down my neck. Have a good day/night stranger :)