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It was another generic night out back in my sophomore year of school when my hoe phase was in full swing. There wasn’t anything especially memorable about the night but afterwards, I walked home with my roommate as at all times.

It was around 3am and she mentioned offhand that the guy she had just started seeing was gonna come over later. I was keeping her business to fill the time when my phone buzzed. I unlocked my phone to see a text from an unsaved number saying ‘Where you?’
Puzzled, I texted back ‘Who is thia?’, still pretty drunk from the half bottle of tequila I’d necked earlier in the night.

Turns out it was one of the guys that had struck up a conversation with me at the party earlier. I vaguely recalled me and my roommate chatting with him and his but I genuinely think it was a pretty innocent conversation looking back at it. I’m sure we only exchanged numbers as he was visiting the area and wanted us to let them know if there were any good house parties after.

For some reason, in a flash of horniness, I texted back ‘so are you coming over or not?’ He texted back straight away ‘Yeah if I’m invited lol’ and when I didn’t reply after a minute followed it up with ‘???’

Now the reason I didn’t reply was that it was closer to 4am by this point and I was definitely starting to wane. As soon as I pressed send on that thirsty text, I realised the last thing I wanted to be doing was riding a dick until the sun came up. But he wasn’t aware of this wondered process and my phone started ringing.

My roommate turned around in confusion as I answered the phone. It was him calling to figure out my address. I was trying (and failing) to recall his face and wondering if he was hot enough that actually I may want to do this. I give him the address and around 5 minutes later hear a car pull up outside, then a soft knock on the door.

When I answer the door, an average looking person was waiting on the other side, dressed all in black with a SnapBack on. I realised then I really wasn’t particularly into it but after he came all the way over it felt like a dick move to shut it down then. Naively, I wondered maybe we’d just have a chat, make out and realise we were too tired and just fall asleep or something… but the way he was looking at me from doorstep, I knew he had a very different itinerary in mind.

I pressed my fingers to my lips to indicate we had to be quiet and took his hand to lead him upstairs to my room. I could feel his eyes on my ass as we made our way upstairs. His energy was palpable and he made me feel so sexy that I decided to have a little fun with it.

He sat on the edge of my bed while we made casual conversation about how the night was and I started to get ready for bed while we spoke. I took my earrings off, tied my hair up. Then I faced away from him and unzipped the back of my skirt, revealing lacy brazillian panties that made his sentence trail off and his mouth hang open. I could feel him eye-fucking me already. Then I turned around and pulled the straps of my bodysuit off and down my shoulders to reveal my tits. His mouth was still hanging open and now his eyes were wide with excitement as I walked slowly towards him.

I playfully straddled him and he giddily stuck his tongue down my throat as we started making out quite intensely. He was already so excited, he couldn’t keep his hands off my half naked body as he kissed me, aggressively grabbing my ass and tits.

It was turning me on how much he wanted me and he was getting harder as he started telling me all the dirty things he wanted to do to me. He laid back on the bed and unzipped his pants, indicating he wanted me to get to work.

It was at that point I realised that although the buildup was quite hot, he didn’t once mention any foreplay for me and it seemed like I had a long night of pleasing him and being pumped ahead me. Usually I don’t mind a mediocre lay from a selfish guy to scratch an itch but given that the the itch wasn’t really there to start with, I started thinking of excuses not to go through with it.

At one point, I pulled away from his mouth and looked him in the eye with a serious expression as I said the only thing that popped into my head. “By the way, I have a boyfriend…”

I wondered it might turn him off or make him feel too bad to continue. Like I said, I was naive. “I don’t care” he said as he hungrily kissed up my neck. I rolled my eyes thinking he was trash (ironically he was probably thinking the same about me) but went with the flow as we started to undress.

I got on my knees and got his dick out and one thing I will say is that he was surprisingly packing in the dick department. It must have been a full 9 inches. I started sucking up and down on it, rubbing both my hands in sync. He was moaning and grabbing the back of my head. A few minutes into it he said “you like that? Is it bigger than your boyfriend’s?” Fucking hell.

Once it was good and sloppy, he laid down, grabbed my hips and guided me on top of him. I eased slowly down onto his raging dick, feeling him stretching me out. I started to slide slooowly up and down his shaft when my phone ringtone went off, telling me I had a text. He loved that. He gripped my hips harder and started thrusting, saying, “I bet that’s your boyfriend. He doesn’t know what you’re doing right now.” Jesus Christ.

He rolled me over so we were in missionary and continued enthusiastically pumping into me. He was so big, it was really riding the line between pain and pleasure. At some point, pain took over and I needed a break. He said he could focus on making me feel good for a while and teased his fingers from my throat to down between my thighs.

It lasted all of 2 minutes before he was begging to fuck me again. It was nowhere near enough to get me anywhere close and when he pulled his fingers away he said, “You like that huh? Am I better than your boyfriend?”

Towards the end, he wanted to feel my mouth again before he came so I obliged, to give my pussy a break from the pounding. I was sucking whilst gliding both my hands up and down him as I felt him get closer and closer. He grabbed my head and pushed it down as he shot his load into my mouth, moaning. I swallowed and wiped my mouth and we said our goodbyes. Luckily he didn’t have any questions about how he tasted in comparison to my boyfriend.

All in all, it wasn’t the worst experience but definitely not the best. Although he had a decent size, it was a shame he didn’t really know what to do with it. Outside of ogling me and boosting my self esteem, it was quite clear he didn’t care about making sure I was having a good time. Hell, in the end he was even more obsessed with my imaginary boyfriend than with me.

NSFW: yes

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