My FWB used to come over to my place after dates so I could fuck her while she told me how they went
So a few years ago, I got out of a very long term relationship. Shortly afterwards, I was talking with my friend Allie about the breakup, and it slipped that I hated being so horny with no one to take it out on. Allie was also single, and apparently, she felt the same way, and the conversation quickly took a flirty turn. That night, she invited me over and we began a FWB dynamic. She was Asian, with a fairly normal build, not too petite, not too curvy. But she did have absolutely massive tits… just in case you were curious.
The sex was phenomenal. Technique-wise, I was much more intense than anything she was used to. We explored kinks she’d always wanted to try, and quickly developed a sub-dom relationship that was mostly contained to the bedroom… mostly.
Since this is the big dick stories subreddit, I should mention that she loved the fact that I was hung. I was the biggest she’d ever had by over an inch. Whenever we fucked, she couldn’t shut up about how deep I felt (until I gagged her mouth). I gave her her first ever orgasm from vaginal penetration within minutes of fucking her for the first time. She didn’t think it was possible.
Still, the whole time, we were technically on the dating market. Both of us would occasionally go on dates with other people. I’d occasionally hook up with someone I took out, but she never did.
Once, I pressed her as to why. She was pretty blunt: “Because I know you can fuck me better.”
Not gonna lie, that was a huge turn-on. Later that week, she had a coffee date and I had an idea. I told her to have fun on her date, and that the moment it was over she had to come over to tell me about it. She agreed.
A few hours later, she showed up at my place, very clearly wearing a ‘first date’ outfit. A blue sundress that really showed off her incredible rack. She stepped inside and I complimented her outfit and makeup, making a specific point of mentioning that the guy must have felt very lucky to have scored a date with someone so good looking.
She thanked me and asked if I wasted to know how it went. I said not yet, and pinned her against the door, giving her long deep kisses. I could feel her instantly shudder. I had her slip her wet panties off from under her dress at the door and led her to my bedroom. The dress stayed on as I had her lie back on my bed. I towered over her as I slipped up her dress and slapped my big, thick cock on her stomach. Her heavy breathing intensified. I pressed the first inch of my cock inside her, then leaned forward to give her a deep kiss. “Now you can tell me about your date.”
It was cute watching her try to string sentences together. At first she did an okay job. She told me about how he looked and what they talked about. Gradually, I got deeper and deeper. Any time she was talking too comfortably, I’d go a little deeper and derail her train of thought. But if she stopped talking completely, I’d stop and tell her to finish her story.
I’d press in deep while she was having a shaking orgasm and ask follow-up questions. She hated how much she loved it. “Are you gonna see him again?” I asked, followed by a deep, hard stroke. She took a sec to recover. “Only if you want me to.”
“Sure,” I said. “He seems nice. But who would you rather fuck?”
“I’d rather fuck you, Daddy. I was thinking about your big dick the whole time.”
Then I quit the distractions and used her until I came inside her. God bless IUDs.
After that, we made a little tradition of ‘post-date debriefs’ at my place.
Ironically, I ended up catching feelings for someone else I hooked up with and ended up dating her instead, so we called off the FWB arrangement. Occasionally I’d run into her at a social gathering and innocuously ask, “Meet anyone nice lately?”