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Some months ago I was at a club with some friends. I was already drunk before I got there and my inhibitions were nonexistent, so I approached the first attractive guy I saw and took him away from the dance floor. For the sake of the story I’ll call him David. We started making out until he said we should go out to his truck. Only concerned with getting my wants met in the moment, I found the friend nearest to me — a male friend who was off in his own little world — and simply told him I would be back lmao.

I should mention that even though I’d had a few one night stands before and I’m pretty open with strangers in general, this was the first time I’d ever engaged so little prior with someone I was going to fuck. Usually I’d at LEAST spend all of the night getting to know someone, only at the end making that last minute decision. But I knew nothing more than this guy’s first name. I was in a state of shock with myself as we walked out of the club & over to his car. I was even more surprised when I allowed him to drive it to a dark empty lot behind a closed building nearby whilst telling me he liked guns (his truck’s messy trunk was SCATTERED with them.) I remember thinking at that point that if he was going to kill me, at least I’d go out chasing after what I loved the most. >_>

But clearly that never happened, thankfully lmao. He kissed me from the driver’s seat before lowering his hand down the front of my tights — it was then that I remembered I wasn’t wearing anything under them. He whispered in my ear that I was wet already, despite him barely having touched me. I reached my own hand down over his jeans to discover he was equally as ready. We decided we would just get into it. It was catered perfectly to me as getting rammed is almost all I ever think about — never any of the preliminaries.

Within minutes I was bent over the back seat getting more turned on in anticipation. My eyes were closed and I was digging my nails into the cushion. It was driving me crazy in the best way that I was giving a complete stranger this much power over me & my body. The next thing I felt and can’t seem to forget were his hands peeling my tights down over my thighs. A soft groan escaped his lips seeing my bare ass presented before him like that. All of the sudden he was slowly sliding his cock between my cheeks until he was completely submerged inside of me. I couldn’t help moan aloud in pleasure over just that. It had felt like it’d been so long since a guy had taken me at his will, motivated solely by his self-serving instincts. He allowed no time for me to warm up to his size. The second he was inside me he began pounding me relentlessly and I laid there over the seat just taking it. All I could do was moan from the sensations. At one point I asked him to play with my clit as he went. He obliged but not without verbally expressing how nasty I was for getting that into him straight up pummeling me. I was in utter bliss.

That was, until my phone started ringing. It was a female friend from the group I’d been with. I was immediately overcome with anxiety about how much trouble I’d be in for making them worry like that. He’d stopped fucking me long enough to hear me become frantic but instead of waiting to see if I’d answer the phone, he **slammed** back into me, pounding me even harder than before. I yelped louder as I reveled in the fact he didn’t even care about my feelings lmao. All he cared about in that moment was using me to drain his thick, throbbing cock. He grabbed my hips to hold me in place knowing how hard he was going.

Finally he slammed into me one last time holding ever still until he filled his glove. We stayed like that a few moments, me just trying to compose myself enough to where I wouldn’t lose balance getting up. Once I wondered I was good I propped myself up and rolled my now-slightly torn tights back up.

“Welp, we fogged up all the windows.” he said. The huskiness of his voice was still present and a sultry smirk was painted across his face. A part of me knew how much I wanted to stay long enough to go one more time. I knew it’d be a long time before another guy handled me that ruthlessly. But alas I had to go back to the world of trouble I’d landed myself in.

He made me quickly give him my number and then sent me on my way. Now, months later, I clearly still remember that first time this vividly.

NSFW: yes

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