Over the next couple of days, we are texting back and forth all damn day, turning each other on. Well, mostly he was the one getting turned on because it's harder for girls to get aroused at text messages but whatever. You know how it goes, talking about the things we like sexually what we do and don't do... He told me he loved to eat pussy (and ass!). Now I won't lie, I read that and basically jumped up and down. Men, hear me out. Every man should both be willing to eat pussy, and also know HOW to eat pussy. This is a delicate flower, not a goddamn burrito, technique is everything. Don't be slobbering on that shit for 5 seconds then patting yourself on the back, because you know if we're down there sucking your dick, we're down there for a while! Anyways back to the story, knowing that he loves eating pussy was all I needed to hear, married or not, I was going to have him. He also told me he was a big freak, could go all night long, he loved to please, yada yada yada. He built up my expectations like no other, and I believed him. His wife was a sexy, sexual-looking woman, I was like no way a woman like that would have put up with some disappointing sex.
So by this point, fucking him was all I could think about, it was driving me crazy. I invited him over, and about 5 minutes in, I realized I had made a huge error of judgement. This guy tries to jam his entire tongue in my mouth repeatedly (slow the f down), grabs my breast like he's trying to rip it off my body (ouch- there is no grabbing in sex, just lick my nipples damn) and immediately does this annoying thing guys do- grab your hand and guide it to their dick.
I'm a grown ass woman, you think I don't know how to find a dick? If I'm not grabbing your dick yet, it's because I'm still not turned on and not in the zone, and you need to slow down for a second to let me catch up with your arousal. So I pull my hand back, instead of catching the hint, dude stands up puts one leg up on the couch and presents his erect penis to my face. Like LOOK I HAVE A DICK I wanted to scream. What happened to "I'm sensual, i'm a pleaser, I love eating pussy" and all that? I was slowly accepting that this was going to be incredibly different from everything we had talked about. I explicitly told this guy what I liked, I'm not shy by any means, and he was blowing through every single thing I told him.
I put his dick in my mouth and give it maybe 50% effort. I give fire head but I'm also equality-driven, so when I get no head, I start giving head half-assedly. He tried to choke me with his dick, which was pretty big btw (the only part of my fantasy that came true!) and I'm like whoa, you still haven't yet earned choking privileges my friend. So I push him away and lay back and spread my legs and invite him over. He dives in like the Goblet of Fire is hidden in my pussy and he needs to retrieve it with his tongue. Now guys, enthusiasm is appreciated, but pussy eating should never be rough, and just like blowjobs, no teeth shall be involved, ever. The clitoris is VERY sensitive, always start slow and gentle, you can implement your turbo tongue a little later. Seriously, that shit hurts like hell if done wrong, which is exactly what was happening to me. I was pulling away so hard I was basically cutting off my own oxygen with my head smushed into the couch. Another tip, if a girl is pulling away, it's not pleasurable. Period. Don't mistake her moans and screams of frustration for those of pleasure.
He does this for roughly 2 minutes and comes back up and shoves his dick in my mouth. OMG. I do that for 10-15 mins and he is so damn quiet all I can hear is the sounds of myself being choked with big penis repeatedly. Quiet guys, I get you, but I'm very vocal and I like my men vocal, quiet just creeps me out a little. But to each their own. We get to fucking, and we have no rhythm. NONE. With some people you just find your groove from the first second, not this guy. No rhythm, and he's still so quiet that if it was the other way around I would have felt like I was fucking a sleeping person. And I'm not even wet because remember, nothing was really done on that front. There was so little chemistry I just wanted him to finish so he could leave and I could mourn this 5-year old fantasy. I was thinking of which bottle of wine to open after he leaves. He gives it a solid 20-30 pumps and he's done and tells me how this was amazing and beyond his expectations and wow and whatever. Fuck me, really?? And just when I thought it was over, he starts jerking off, without me. Now I'm not going to stop him, but what? My poor little unsatisfied pussy was begging for attention, and you decided to play with your own dick? Fine. He cums in my mouth, I swallow it, and immediately get up, wash up, and get dressed. Hint, hint. After what seemed like forever of him sighing and saying "wow", he finally left. I sat there on my bed for 30 minutes contemplating what the hell just happened, then brought out my vibrator, watched 2 lesbians lick pussy, and finally had my orgasm that's been 5 years in the making.
If you made it this far thanks for reading, I just needed to vent! Clearly me and this guy had zero chemistry, maybe he is great with other women, who knows. I wonder if his wife is getting her dick on the side. Final thing to say is: a sexually satisfied girl will go to great lengths for your sexual satisfaction! Treat your girl right in the pussy department ;)
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