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This memory is one of my main masturbation go-tos.
I (28/f) live in a city with a lot of street musicians. Over the course of a summer, I had gotten to know one guy in particular. He was mid-20s, tall and lanky, with light shaggy hair, bright green eyes, and a seriously adorable smile. He was a train-hopper, but less crust punk and more on the hippie side of things. He was always either playing guitar on a certain corner or hanging out a 24-hour coffee place a lot of travelers hang out at. He read a lot–and I'd stop to talk to him from time to time. He was intensely smart and sweet and self-assured.
One hot August night, I got pretty wasted. I was walking home and he was outside playing guitar and hanging out with a few other people. I had gone through a breakup earlier that year, so I was pretty slutty at the time. I would go out, get insanely horny, and pretty much fuck all my male friends. Anyway, I was alone this particular night. I'm in pretty good shape, busty, dark hair/dark eyes, pale, tattooed, and I was wearing super short shorts. I walked right up to him and said "I live around the corner. Wanna come over for a drink?" He knew exactly what I was asking, and kind of stared at me for a minute with a big, sly smile. "I'd love to, darlin'."
As soon as we got in the house, I turned to pour us some whisky when he pressed right up behind me. He smelled like wood shavings, clean sweat, and weed. (he was pretty clean for a traveller dude). He grabbed my hips and buried his face in my hair and whispered in my ear, "Don't you think it's a bad idea to bring home guys you don't know in the middle of the night?" "I'm a big girl–I think I can handle it." I stood motionless holding the whisky and he ran his hands slowly up my waist, up my side, up to my breasts. As he cupped and fondled them, he started kissing my neck. Instant wet. With one hand he slowly trailed his way back down and put it down the front of my shorts. He found my clit, so wet and warm, and rubbed lightly before inserting two fingers. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. My heart was hammering against my chest. He fingered and fondled me like that for a good ten minutes, my knees weakening, before I dragged him to the bedroom.
He pushed me on the bed and straddled me. He pulled me shirt off over my head and tugged my shorts off. He fingered my clit again over my underwear, feeling how wet and hot it still was, and removed my bra with one hand (always impressive). "So pretty," he murmured while leaning down to lick my pussy. I pulled his clothes off, practically shaking with anticipation. His cock was fucking huge and rock hard. He loomed over me, licking and lightly biting my stiff nipples as I fondled his throbbing dick. He stopped suddenly and looked me in the eye–"Do you trust me?" I stared at his intense green eyes and I knew that for some reason, I did. I really did. "Yes." Without a word, he grabbed my shorts and pulled my thin, woven belt off of it. "Turn over," he said, his voice suddenly hard and direct. I obeyed. As I laid on my stomach, pale and naked, he grabbed my arms and tied my wrist together behind me. I told him to grab a condom from the nightstand. I was dripping at this point. "Stick your ass out for me." I arched my ass up, still lying on my stomach, my pussy wet and absolutely aching to get fucked. He climbed on top of me and slid it in, hard. He completely filled me up. With my arms tied behind me, I laid there helpless with my ass in the air, my breasts smashed against the mattress. He grabbed my hips and rammed me hard, over and over. I bit down on my pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, lifting my head off the bed. "Tell me you want it," he growled, never missing a beat as he rammed his cock into me over and over. "I want it," I whispered, my eyes rolling back in my head with intense pleasure. "Tell me you need it!" he growled again, panting. "I need it," I whispered. "You're gonna take it all." He slapped my ass, hard, and kept fucking me so deep I don't think anyone could ever get that far in again. "Take it. Take it." he said, over and over. His cock was covered with my juices. He ran his hands all over my ass and suddenly leaned into me and kissed the top of my head. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he whispered. "No," I gasped. "keep fucking me." He grabbed a huge handful of my hair again and pulled me back, my back arched up off the bed. "Say please," he growled. "Please!" I choked out. My tits were bouncing all over the place. I felt the wave of an orgasm begin, so absolutely intense I didn't make a sound other than to gasp and shudder. He felt it and kept riding me through it, his body slapping against my ass, his cock covered in my cum. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, flipping me over. He pushed my legs together and bent my knees toward me chest and rammed his dick inside of me, over and over, I was seeing stars. "I'm gonna come all over your perfect tits." He whispered raspily. I arched my back up so my tits were right in his face, bouncing all over, my nipples hard and erect.The look on his face was practically entranced. He pounded me even harder than before and and pulled out suddenly, whipped the condom off, and sprayed his thick load all over my bare tits. He collapsed beside me, reached underneath me with one hand to untie my wrists. He kissed my neck before resting his head in the crook of my shoulder. My body was absolutely raw and throbbing from the pounding, but I couldn't wait for more.
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I (28/f) live in a city with a lot of street musicians. Over the course of a summer, I had gotten to know one guy in particular. He was mid-20s, tall and lanky, with light shaggy hair, bright green eyes, and a seriously adorable smile. He was a train-hopper, but less crust punk and more on the hippie side of things. He was always either playing guitar on a certain corner or hanging out a 24-hour coffee place a lot of travelers hang out at. He read a lot–and I'd stop to talk to him from time to time. He was intensely smart and sweet and self-assured.
One hot August night, I got pretty wasted. I was walking home and he was outside playing guitar and hanging out with a few other people. I had gone through a breakup earlier that year, so I was pretty slutty at the time. I would go out, get insanely horny, and pretty much fuck all my male friends. Anyway, I was alone this particular night. I'm in pretty good shape, busty, dark hair/dark eyes, pale, tattooed, and I was wearing super short shorts. I walked right up to him and said "I live around the corner. Wanna come over for a drink?" He knew exactly what I was asking, and kind of stared at me for a minute with a big, sly smile. "I'd love to, darlin'."
As soon as we got in the house, I turned to pour us some whisky when he pressed right up behind me. He smelled like wood shavings, clean sweat, and weed. (he was pretty clean for a traveller dude). He grabbed my hips and buried his face in my hair and whispered in my ear, "Don't you think it's a bad idea to bring home guys you don't know in the middle of the night?" "I'm a big girl–I think I can handle it." I stood motionless holding the whisky and he ran his hands slowly up my waist, up my side, up to my breasts. As he cupped and fondled them, he started kissing my neck. Instant wet. With one hand he slowly trailed his way back down and put it down the front of my shorts. He found my clit, so wet and warm, and rubbed lightly before inserting two fingers. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my ass. My heart was hammering against my chest. He fingered and fondled me like that for a good ten minutes, my knees weakening, before I dragged him to the bedroom.
He pushed me on the bed and straddled me. He pulled me shirt off over my head and tugged my shorts off. He fingered my clit again over my underwear, feeling how wet and hot it still was, and removed my bra with one hand (always impressive). "So pretty," he murmured while leaning down to lick my pussy. I pulled his clothes off, practically shaking with anticipation. His cock was fucking huge and rock hard. He loomed over me, licking and lightly biting my stiff nipples as I fondled his throbbing dick. He stopped suddenly and looked me in the eye–"Do you trust me?" I stared at his intense green eyes and I knew that for some reason, I did. I really did. "Yes." Without a word, he grabbed my shorts and pulled my thin, woven belt off of it. "Turn over," he said, his voice suddenly hard and direct. I obeyed. As I laid on my stomach, pale and naked, he grabbed my arms and tied my wrist together behind me. I told him to grab a condom from the nightstand. I was dripping at this point. "Stick your ass out for me." I arched my ass up, still lying on my stomach, my pussy wet and absolutely aching to get fucked. He climbed on top of me and slid it in, hard. He completely filled me up. With my arms tied behind me, I laid there helpless with my ass in the air, my breasts smashed against the mattress. He grabbed my hips and rammed me hard, over and over. I bit down on my pillow to keep from screaming in pleasure.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, lifting my head off the bed. "Tell me you want it," he growled, never missing a beat as he rammed his cock into me over and over. "I want it," I whispered, my eyes rolling back in my head with intense pleasure. "Tell me you need it!" he growled again, panting. "I need it," I whispered. "You're gonna take it all." He slapped my ass, hard, and kept fucking me so deep I don't think anyone could ever get that far in again. "Take it. Take it." he said, over and over. His cock was covered with my juices. He ran his hands all over my ass and suddenly leaned into me and kissed the top of my head. "I'm not hurting you, am I?" he whispered. "No," I gasped. "keep fucking me." He grabbed a huge handful of my hair again and pulled me back, my back arched up off the bed. "Say please," he growled. "Please!" I choked out. My tits were bouncing all over the place. I felt the wave of an orgasm begin, so absolutely intense I didn't make a sound other than to gasp and shudder. He felt it and kept riding me through it, his body slapping against my ass, his cock covered in my cum. "I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, flipping me over. He pushed my legs together and bent my knees toward me chest and rammed his dick inside of me, over and over, I was seeing stars. "I'm gonna come all over your perfect tits." He whispered raspily. I arched my back up so my tits were right in his face, bouncing all over, my nipples hard and erect.The look on his face was practically entranced. He pounded me even harder than before and and pulled out suddenly, whipped the condom off, and sprayed his thick load all over my bare tits. He collapsed beside me, reached underneath me with one hand to untie my wrists. He kissed my neck before resting his head in the crook of my shoulder. My body was absolutely raw and throbbing from the pounding, but I couldn't wait for more.
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