I was out with some college buddies at a bar in Wynwood, the artsy, bohemian heart of Miami. The place was buzzing, that thick Florida humidity mixing with the smell of craft beer and bass bleeding in from the street art galleries outside. My friends were giving me a hard time because it had been over a year since they’d seen me with a girl. They kept cracking jokes, saying I was either going to join the priesthood or end up like one of our professors at UM: a guy who looks like a virgin even though he’s pushing seventy.
Truth is, I was just taking a breather after Naya’s brand of crazy almost made me drop out of school. I was focused on studying and finally getting my degree. But nobody there cared about that; they just wanted to talk shit.
The subject was starting to get on my nerves when I spotted a cute blonde talking to the bartender. I overheard her saying something about being “finally single” and all that. Man, she was flawless! She had that perfect beach body but with a chill, indie Wynwood vibe. One of my boys heard it too and nudged me. ”There’s your shot, bro! Hahahaha!!!”
So, I summoned some courage and grabbed the stool next to her at the bar. I didn’t expect anything to happen, honestly, neither did my friends. She was way out of my league, but hey, in Miami, you never know, right? I was nervous as hell when I ordered an IPA. I noticed her checking me out; I gave her a smile, she smiled back, and before I knew it, we were talking.
She was a blast, totally chill and outgoing. We talked about everything under the sun until the band started playing so loud we couldn’t even hear each other’s voices. I asked her if she wanted to get out of there, and she agreed. I waved goodbye to my friends, who were staring at me like they’d just seen a ghost, and we headed out. It was all feeling strangely easy, but I wanted her so bad that I didn’t stop to overthink it.
We stood on the sidewalk talking for a bit. Our interest in each other was obvious, but she seemed to be getting more and more nervous for no clear reason. That’s when she looked at me and said: “I have to tell you something before we take this any further. I… well… I’m t…”
Right then, a motorcycle roared past us, the engine’s scream drowning out whatever she said. Still, I answered immediately, oozing confidence, “It’s okay, no problem. Your place or mine?”
She flashed a gorgeous smile, looking like she’d just won the lottery, and told me she lived only a few blocks away. So, we started walking toward her building.
It might seem weird that I didn’t double-check what she was trying to tell me right then, but honestly, my brain was stuck on one thing and one thing only: sex. I couldn’t believe a girl that hot actually wanted to get with me. I wasn’t about to blow this opportunity, the gates of heaven don’t swing open for you every day. Besides, what could possibly be wrong with a girl that gorgeous?
She had these piercing blue eyes, straight blonde hair, and the way that blue dress hugged her curves… man, her breasts and her ass were just perfect. She was stunning, and the way she looked at me was pure lust; I could only imagine the kind of depraved shit running through her mind. For a guy who’d spent over a year doing nothing but studying and jerking off, she was like a gallon of ice-cold water in the middle of the Sahara. I counted at least five guys who tried to play it cool while checking her out as we talked on the sidewalk. This night was definitely going to be unforgettable.
The second we walked in, she asked if I wanted a drink. I just looked at her and said, ”I only want one thing…”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. She let out a soft moan and whispered, ”You’re such a sexy brat!! So you want to get straight to the point, hmmm?!”
I started kissing her neck, my hands gripping that incredible ass while her moans got louder. I reached for the straps of her dress, sliding them down until the fabric pooled on the floor. Her body was absolute perfection. She was wearing blood-red lingerie; her breasts were fantastic. By then, my dick could barely stay contained in my jeans. I started kissing her breasts, and it wasn’t long before the bra hit the floor too. I gave her nipples a good, long suck, and she just kept moaning. God, she had a body that would make most girls in this city die of envy.
I moved down lower and kissed her belly button. A second later, I pulled her panties down. I was out of my mind with lust when I discovered her little secret. It seemed impossible that such a monster could fit inside those panties! It was like it was retractable or something! As soon as the lace dropped, he emerged from between those gorgeous legs; he grew fast and stood at attention, twitching and pulsing. It was the kind of size that would make most men jealous.
Right then, I stood up and froze. I thought, “What do I do now? Run? Call the cops? Maybe call Consumer Protection? I could just bolt right now, rip the door open, and get the hell out of here!” But then I thought, “How is she going to feel if I just leave like that, like I’m running away from a wild animal? What the hell do I do!!??” I actually liked her, and man, I was lonely! God… To make matters worse, my own mast went down faster and more tragically than the Hindenburg.
Then she asked me, “Are you okay?”
“Uh… yeah, yeah, totally fine!”
She gave me a weird, skeptical look, and I blurted out, trying to hide my embarrassment, “It’s just… I’ve never seen one that big before!”
Why the hell did I say that?! I had no idea what to do, and the words just tumbled out of my mouth. She let out a massive laugh and looked completely flattered. I stayed there, paralyzed, trying to think of a way to leave without hurting her feelings or making a scene, but my mind was a total blank. She started swaying her hips from side to side, making it dance in the air, and said, “Don’t be shy. You can touch it!”
Since I didn’t move a muscle, she took my hand and forced me to hold it. It was warm and hard, rock hard. Then she said, “Now let’s see what you’re packing down there.”
She started unbuckling my belt while I stood there, still unable to decide what to do. She slid my pants down and… “Damn! I could’ve sworn I saw a bulge back there! What happened?”
I stayed quiet, paralyzed. I had no idea what to say.
“I was picturing you taking me while we were on the sidewalk; I love a fit guy grabbing me from behind, but I guess I scared you, didn’t I, baby? Looks like we’re gonna have to play with mine instead. Come on, get on your knees and show me what you can do!”
I should’ve run, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. So, since my brain was incapable of making a choice, my only option was to follow orders. Just like that, I knelt down and, without thinking, opened my mouth and started sucking on that mast that barely fit inside it.
”Don’t be scared just because it’s big. Put some heart into it!”
By that point, she had me right where she wanted me. Once again, I obeyed, but apparently, it wasn’t enough; she grabbed my head and shoved it all the way down. I gasped for air and started coughing. She just laughed and let go; I pulled back, coughing even harder.
”Now you’ve felt the power of this cock, haven’t you, baby?”
She told me to stand up. I obeyed. She gave me a sharp slap on the ass and told me to get on all fours on the bed. I swallowed hard, but I did it. God, I was completely incapable of controlling the situation! She didn’t even ask if I was into bottoming, and for some reason, I couldn’t say “no” to that beautiful face.
In that position, I could only hear what she was doing back there; I didn’t dare look. I heard a sound, I think it was her tearing a condom wrapper open with her teeth, and then I felt a lubed finger at my entrance. It was so strange feeling this powerless. I didn’t know exactly what she was doing behind me; I could only imagine her rolling on the condom and aiming for the middle of my ass. Was it going to hurt? I couldn’t even tell when she’d go for it, or if she’d shove it all in at once or go slow. I was just a piece of meat waiting to be devoured.
To make it worse, she took her time, which gave my imagination plenty of room to build up a massive expectation. I started to feel my own dick coming back to life. That’s when I felt that thick tip press just below my hole, then a bit above it. Then she complained, “Damn! Stick it out a little more so I can see where it goes!”
It was time to stand up and say “enough,” but I simply wasn’t capable of it. So, I pressed my head into the mattress, sticking my ass out as far as I could. Then, she started to push inside me; I instinctively tried to pull away, but she gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go. “Where do you think you’re going? Hahaha!”
I was completely under her thumb. She had her hands on me, pinning me down, while my own hands lay uselessly on either side of my head. I would have had to really fight to get out of there, but she could stop whenever she wanted.
I felt that hot mass entering me, stretching my helpless little hole to its limit; until that moment, I’d never realized just how tight I was. Then, I started feeling a sharp pain deep inside, like there just wasn’t enough room for that much cock! I protested with a “Whoooaaaa! Take it easy!”
She slapped my ass and snapped, “Man up and take it!”
And then she started pounding. At first, I thought the pain would be too much, and a single tear escaped my eye, but then, somehow, it started feeling good, and I began moaning despite myself. She was moving so fast. “Damn, where does this woman get all this energy?” I thought. First, she gripped my waist so hard her nails were practically digging into my skin; then, she grabbed my hair with one hand, pulling my head back hard, while slapping my ass with the other. I couldn’t believe what was happening! And more than anything, I couldn’t believe I was actually enjoying it!
”Now, give me that Christmas Turkey!”
Until then, I had no idea that position had a name. She flipped me over and hoisted my legs up, forcing me into a fetal position. Using her body weight, she pushed my knees down, making me tilt my ass as high as possible, and went back to pounding. Her aim was perfect! She found the hole on the first try without even using her hands. At that moment, I realized that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get away unless she let me. On all fours, I might have stood a chance with some effort, but like this, it was impossible. She put all her weight on my legs, and my back was starting to ache. How many times had I done this to my girlfriends without ever realizing this was how they felt!
There I was, her head between my feet and her breasts bouncing against my legs. I never imagined I’d get so turned on specifically by being under someone else’s power. She was pounding away, biting her lip and staring me down with those piercing blue eyes. Suddenly, she asked if I wanted some “milk.” In that moment, I didn’t catch her drift; I actually thought she wanted to stop for a snack or a Nesquik or something, who knows where I got that from, so I just said yes.
Immediately, she stood up on the bed, ripped the condom off like a lightning bolt, and poured a huge amount of milk all over me, my face, my chest, everywhere. There I was, completely covered, my favorite t-shirt soaked in cum. Then, she started jerking me off, and within seconds, I must’ve had the biggest orgasm of my life. In the end, I had to toss that shirt; it was drenched in both of our loads.
We slept together that night, but not before she fucked me twice more: once in the shower and again in the kitchen after we grabbed a bite. In the kitchen, she just pinned me facedown on the table, one hand shoving the back of my neck against the wood while the other pinched my ass. “God, this woman is incredible!” I didn’t even feel like taking the lead that night; I just let her do all the work. I never looked at a cock the same way again.
