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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I've shared this experience on the forum before, but I don't know whether to label it as "risking it all", "bad sex" or "rough sex": you decide. In my defence, I didn't know what I was about to risk as it was a first meet.
A few years ago I had a meet and we ended up back at my place. We soon got naked and she went down on me. What happened next would have qualified her to be tried for war crimes at the Hague.
She went after my cock like a Jack Russell trying to shake a rat to death in its mouth. (If you ever witnessed that scenario you’ll know what I mean.)
She bit, she squeezed like she was trying to get the last millimeter out of a toothpaste tube, she bent it and at one point she seemed determined to try to detach it. Pretty sure I yelped, but she appeared to take this as a sign of encouragement and went after it all the more.
When her hand suddenly clamped itself round my balls I foresaw further impending disaster and I bolted upright, grabbed her head and separated her from my now drooping and, I'm fairly sure, bloodied manhood.
“Your turn”, I unwisely proclaimed, more in self defense than earnest desire. What a mistake that was.
So I went down on her. She was freshly shaved - around 4 days previous. As I plunged my tongue into what is normally heavenly delight, my face came in contact with the stubble, or what I quickly learned was some form of mutated super abrasive pubic hair, with the comforting softness of a brillo pad.
As I tried to compensate by not moving my face at all, she was getting worryingly aroused, and so grabbed me by the sides of the head and started to move it around and press my face further into the pot of sandpaper despair.
Any Star Wars fans reading? Think Sarlacc and Pit of Carkoon in Return of the Jedi.
So there I was, getting 3 layers of skin getting wire-brushed off my face, a genuinely sore cock, (throbbing for all the wrong reason)s and now starting to seriously struggle for breath such was her enthusiasm for pressing my unwilling head into her nether regions. I had to tap out - much like you see in UFC - explain that I was feeling really unwell and finally was able to get her a taxi home.
Then she messaged me to say she had a great time and wanted to see me again. |