This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events are a product of the author's imagination.
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The idea of receiving great cunnilingus has always been a fantasy of mine. It’s not like I haven’t had a man go down on me before. I have. It just… wasn’t great.
In my fantasies, I’ve imagined this man fervently licking and eating me like I’m the first meal he’s had for days. He won’t care about getting his face or shirt dirty. He only cares about getting as much pussy juice as he can. I envy women who get to experience this on a constant basis. At least once in my life, I want to be her.
Now, my partner is a good man - loyal and honest, a good provider. In the bedroom, however, it’s different story. For a while, I thought it might be because of something I lacked or perhaps because I didn’t tell him about what I liked sexually. And so I did. And we tried, but it still wasn’t there, and eventually he lost interest. I realized that the only I way I can experience this is by making it happen.
So, I decide to make a post in an adult hookup site. It’s been so long since I dated or hooked up with anyone. Plus, I’m naturally shy, so meeting with a stranger to fulfill this fantasy absolutely intimidates me. What if he forced me into sexual acts I didn’t sign up for? Or if I end up with a serial killer? On the other hand, how many assholes exist out there who love to eat pussy?
I close my eyes and sigh, hoping I don’t regret this. I’m about to close my laptop when I hear the sound of a private message. Then another. I watch several messages come through one after the other. Holy shit, I think.
I’ll eat your pussy so good babe.
Where are you? Let’s do this.
I can eat pussy all day. I love it. Tell me where we can do this.
Oh my god… I’m really doing this. I take a deep breath and take the plunge.
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I’m sitting in my car in the parking lot of an old strip mall, away from other cars and activity. The streetlights are a good distance away, so my corner is dark and somewhat secluded. I see the figure of a person walking towards me. Just like we agreed, he flashes his phone’s light quickly, and I do mine. Our signal.
He starts walking again while I move to the backseat and lean back against the far window. I picked a short skirt, so I don’t need to undress. I spread my legs and wait.
Within seconds, the door opens and I see the silhouette of a tall, slim man. I turned off the lights in my car so I can’t make out his face or any other details, but I don’t need to.
“Hi. This my meal?” He asks, bending down towards me.
“Yes,” I reply. “Help yourself.” And he does.
His hands caress my legs before moving up my thighs, spreading them wider as he inches closer and brings his face right at my crotch. He inhales once, long and deep, and exhales a quiet moan.
“Mmm…so good…”
I can feel his nose rubbing against me and his hot breath ghosting against my skin, barely covered by the thin fabric of my panties. He breathes me in again. Once. Twice. Like he can’t get enough of my scent. It’s intoxicating and driving me crazy with anticipation.
Finally, he places soft kisses, then harder ones, more insistent. His rough tongue slides against the bare skin of my groin and gives me long, lewd licks. I close my eyes and let myself feel the sensations of his lips and tongue on my body. He sucks my clit hard through my panties, and I can’t help but reciprocate a moan.
At some point, I lose my underwear and I become aware of his touch on my bare skin. Hot, wet, and eager. Lustful. Unsatiable. He’s lapping and sucking vigorously, then latching on to my clit, sucking hard. I’m so turned on. My pussy is throbbing and leaking arousal between my cheeks. I moan long and hard as my body rocks against his mouth, seeking more friction.
He moves his tongue down to my slit, licking and sucking the folds before spearing at my entrance. I clutch his hair as he jams his face hard against my crotch, burying his tongue deep inside of me and licking my wetness from the source. Rough scruff tickles my inner thighs and pussy lips as he fucks me with his tongue.
He slides a finger in my slit, moving in and out several times, to soak it in my arousal. The pressure increases as he adds another finger in, both working in tandem with his mouth as he eats me out sloppily. His moans and growls tell me he’s loving this as much as I am. Lewd slurping sounds fill the car and it sounds so indecent.
I never want this to end.
He latches on to my clit and sucks hard. This time, he stays on while I writhe and struggle from the torture of his attentions, but he doesn’t let me. His hands firmly grip my thighs, not giving an inch. His lips are attached to my cunt like a goddamn vacuum. Jesus. My grip on his hair tightens as I moan and whine loudly. He allows me a momentary reprieve before switching to frantically licking my clit and then sucking me hard again. My pleasure continues to build and build, and then finally, I peak.
Electric sensations course through me as I my mind empties of every thought. My body is bowed tight, and I release a guttural moan. But he doesn’t ease his attentions. Instead, he continues sucking, licking, and slurping me as I arch up and down uncontrollably. His mouth is firmly latched on my cunt - there is no escape. My orgasmic ecstasy is prolonged to the point of pain. I cry and tap his arm. I beg incoherently. I scream.
“Oh god. Please… fuck! Wait! Agghh!”
His lips and tongue continue to assault me relentlessly, like he’d been starving for pussy and now is finally getting his favorite treat. And he can’t let go. He’s moaning and groaning as loudly as I am. It’s so incredibly hot. My senses are overloaded with pleasure as I ride through my orgasm.
Finally, he slows down and eases the intensity. Soft kisses fall as if in apology to his ferocity moments earlier. Our deep, heavy breaths fill the silence inside the confines of my car. But then I hear him murmur,
“Your juices taste so good.”
“I can’t get enough of this pussy.”
“Mmm… I can eat this… Every. Fucking. Day.”
He gives me long, slow licks, lapping up the remaining juices that escaped down my crack. Licking every bit of juice from my orgasm.
Then he sits up and licks his lips.
He runs a hand down my ankle, and finally says, “That was delicious. Let me know when I can eat it again.”
He gets out of my car and walks away.
I’m still on my back, legs spread wide, my mind blank apart from a single thought, “Fuck! That was amazing.”
I drive home and wonder when I should do this again.
I love it when the woman squirms to get away from my tongue, but I hang right in there and work on her g-spot until she explodes. If she squirts it’s even better. I did that to a married coworker once and sent her on her way with a drenched car seat.
Great short story. Reminds of the one time a woman actually begged me to stop eating her as she had orgasemed so many times. Do love feel of woman's hips bucking under my face and pressure of thighs squeezing my head
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