Anonymous Raw Fuck: My First Night with Charles After Endless Chats

His apartment door clicks open. Charles stands there, that BTS informatics student grin. We’ve chatted for days—filthy messages, dick pics, my wet pussy promises. Phone vibrates in my pocket. Another notification. Ignore it. Heart pounds. Smell his cologne finally, musky, real after screens. No small talk. I grab his shirt, pull him in. Lips crash. Tongues deep, hungry. Three years knowing him from high school friends? Fuck that. Tonight, stranger. Pure lust.

Hands roam. His on my tits, squeezing. Mine down his jeans, hard cock twitching. ‘Bed?’ he growls. But no. Chair in the corner. He sits. I drop to knees. Urgency burns. Days of buildup. No wasting time. Unzip him. Cock springs out, thick, veined. Lick tip. Salty pre-cum. Eyes lock. ‘Suck it, slut,’ he says. Smile. Take him deep. Throat stretches. Gags a bit. His hands grip my hair. Push down. ‘Fuck yeah, like that.’ Bob faster. Saliva drips. Balls slap chin. He moans loud. ‘Gonna cum?’ Spit it out. No. Deeper. Feel him swell. ‘Swallow it all.’ Pulses hit. Hot cum floods mouth. Gulp. Some dribbles corner lip. Kiss him. Taste myself on him.

The Approach: Tension Ignites

My turn. He flips me up. Rips skirt, panties. Pussy soaked. Nose it. ‘Smells like sex.’ Chair again? No, bed now. Pushes me down. Legs spread. Tongue dives in. Clit throbs. Sucks hard. Fingers inside, curl. G-spot hit. Buck hips. ‘Eat that pussy!’ Moan. Juices flow. His face glistens. Fingers faster. Tongue flicks. Build. Build. ‘Cum on my face!’ Scream. Orgasm rips. Squirt a little. Legs shake. Clamp his head. Waves crash minutes.

The Explosion: Savage Release

Cock hard again. No pause. Flip me doggy. Slams in. Wet, tight. ‘Fuck your slut cunt!’ Pound hard. Bed slams wall. Tits bounce. Hair pull. Slap ass. Red marks. ‘Harder!’ Sweat drips. Balls slap clit. Dirty talk flies. ‘Breed me!’ Close. His grunts animal. Grip sheets. Cum again. Pussy milks him. He roars. Fills me. Hot spurts deep. Drip out when pulls. Collapse. Panting.

Afterglow hits. Spoon a bit. Phone buzzes again. Reality. Kiss cheek. ‘That was insane.’ Slide out. Dress quick. No numbers swap needed. Already have from chats. Door shuts. Street cold. Back to anonymous. Scroll Tinder already. Next thrill calls. No regrets. Just pussy ache, cum leaking thighs. Perfect night.