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It's been ten years since then and I still think about it. I hope everyone else enjoys
Normally I don't meet guys in normal bars, but this one guy approached me and opened up with "excuse me ma'am" which I thought was odd. I was wearing a hat, full jacket, everything, but I guess is he saw my ass and made a quick judgment. He was pretty embarassed when I turned around and was distinctly not a woman, but I had dropped my phone and he just wanted to give it back to me. Totally fair. He was tall and pretty cute and I thanked him. About thirty minutes later he approached me again after we had both had a couple of drinks. I honestly don't remember much about the convo, but we exchanged numbers to hang out and I didn't really think anything of it. We texted a couple of times back and forth, and again, nothing. Never thought I'd hear from the guy again.
He texted me like six or seven months later saying he had an extra ticket to a Paramore concert cuz another person bailed. We end up hitting it off there, have a nice long convo on the drive there and back too. He "subtly" mentioned how he had a fat cock and I'm pretty sure he's trying to get with me, but whatever. We go our separate ways again, but I kept thinking about how cute he looked. Sharp jaw, nice hair, a little bulky too. Probably a week later I'm kind of drunk and I text him and ask him how big he is. He doesn't respond for like another week. Feel like I blew it that whole time. He asked me if I wanted to see and if he could pick me up. I agree.
There was a nice quiet spot like, fifteen minutes from my apartment, secluded and like tucked away behind a building with no windows. Real close to a main road, but far enough away that no one would see. He pulls down his pants and his briefs and I honestly don't remember seeing it. It was just in my mouth soft. I distinctly remember it being about the size of a redbull can even flaccid. When he was hard, I honestly had trouble sucking him. My mouth is pretty small and he was probably thicker than a beer bottle, maybe a little thicker than that. My hand did most of the work, and eventually he came in my mouth. It wasn't a lot, but I swallowed it. He drove me home in a sort of awkward silence and we didn't talk again for a while.
Three months later, this is what really got me. He texted me with a picture of his dick and told me his wife wasn't home. Until now, I had zero fucking idea this guy was married. I wasn't sure about it and I didn't respond for a while, thinking about it the whole time. But his dick was really big so I agreed. Got cleaned up, dropped by myself, and within about fifteen minutes I had my chest and neck on a pillow and my ass in the air. Probably spent five minutes lubing me and himself up.
I swear to god this man fucked me like it was his honeymoon. Headboard slamming against the wall and the squeaking of his mattress is kind of hammered in my ears at this point. He came in like thirty seconds after we got going. I remember him panting and shuddering in my ear before pulling off. We didn't cuddle or kiss or anything. He was just like, a completely different person after that. Shooed me out pretty quick, but was thankful if embarassed. Never heard from him again. Never came. But I still think about him and his huge cock.
Normally I don't meet guys in normal bars, but this one guy approached me and opened up with "excuse me ma'am" which I thought was odd. I was wearing a hat, full jacket, everything, but I guess is he saw my ass and made a quick judgment. He was pretty embarassed when I turned around and was distinctly not a woman, but I had dropped my phone and he just wanted to give it back to me. Totally fair. He was tall and pretty cute and I thanked him. About thirty minutes later he approached me again after we had both had a couple of drinks. I honestly don't remember much about the convo, but we exchanged numbers to hang out and I didn't really think anything of it. We texted a couple of times back and forth, and again, nothing. Never thought I'd hear from the guy again.
He texted me like six or seven months later saying he had an extra ticket to a Paramore concert cuz another person bailed. We end up hitting it off there, have a nice long convo on the drive there and back too. He "subtly" mentioned how he had a fat cock and I'm pretty sure he's trying to get with me, but whatever. We go our separate ways again, but I kept thinking about how cute he looked. Sharp jaw, nice hair, a little bulky too. Probably a week later I'm kind of drunk and I text him and ask him how big he is. He doesn't respond for like another week. Feel like I blew it that whole time. He asked me if I wanted to see and if he could pick me up. I agree.
There was a nice quiet spot like, fifteen minutes from my apartment, secluded and like tucked away behind a building with no windows. Real close to a main road, but far enough away that no one would see. He pulls down his pants and his briefs and I honestly don't remember seeing it. It was just in my mouth soft. I distinctly remember it being about the size of a redbull can even flaccid. When he was hard, I honestly had trouble sucking him. My mouth is pretty small and he was probably thicker than a beer bottle, maybe a little thicker than that. My hand did most of the work, and eventually he came in my mouth. It wasn't a lot, but I swallowed it. He drove me home in a sort of awkward silence and we didn't talk again for a while.
Three months later, this is what really got me. He texted me with a picture of his dick and told me his wife wasn't home. Until now, I had zero fucking idea this guy was married. I wasn't sure about it and I didn't respond for a while, thinking about it the whole time. But his dick was really big so I agreed. Got cleaned up, dropped by myself, and within about fifteen minutes I had my chest and neck on a pillow and my ass in the air. Probably spent five minutes lubing me and himself up.
I swear to god this man fucked me like it was his honeymoon. Headboard slamming against the wall and the squeaking of his mattress is kind of hammered in my ears at this point. He came in like thirty seconds after we got going. I remember him panting and shuddering in my ear before pulling off. We didn't cuddle or kiss or anything. He was just like, a completely different person after that. Shooed me out pretty quick, but was thankful if embarassed. Never heard from him again. Never came. But I still think about him and his huge cock.