Parking Lot Tears to Anal Ecstasy: My Raw One-Night with Fabien

February 2014, club parking lot. That prick shoves me out, naked, sobbing. Skirt hiked, blouse crumpled. Headlights flash—next car over, Fabien and his date stare. He hops out. ‘Need help?’ Voice steady, eyes kind. His girl nods. They drive me home, ten klicks away. Sweet relief.

Next night, I spot him across the street, lingering by my building. Heart races. I duck out for smokes, head to the mall gallery. Bright lights, crowds. He catches up. ‘Hey, it’s me from the parking.’ Suited up, no thug vibe. We laugh it off. I grab his arm. ‘Wine bar? My treat.’ Tiny spot, dim glow, jazz humming.

The Approach

Pauline, that’s me—or Anonyme tonight. We click hard. His scent hits—woody cologne mixed with club sweat. Exchange numbers. Days blur: texts ping nonstop. ‘Missed your smile.’ ‘What’re you wearing?’ Flirty pics, dick teases from him, my hints. Phone vibrates at 2am: ‘Can’t stop thinking of your lips.’ Urgency builds. No games. I want cock, now.

Fifth text storm, cinema date. Dark theater, hands wander. Post-movie, under my building. Kiss explodes. His tongue invades, hands grip ass. My nipples harden against his chest. Phone buzzes in my purse—his ‘Come up?’ already sent. ‘Coffee upstairs?’ I whisper. Door clicks shut. Tension crackles. This is it.

Studio cozy, candles flicker. Door barely closed, mouths crash. Hands rip clothes. His polo off—hairy chest, yum. I kneel, yank pants down. Cock springs, thick, veiny. Slurp it deep, tongue swirling precum. ‘Fuck, Pauline,’ he groans. Salty, throbbing. My own dick twitches under skirt.

He lifts me, corsage flies. Bra snaps. Sucks tits hard—firm C-cups, pink nipples begging. Skirt drops. He unhooks garters slow, rolls stockings off thighs. Silk whispers skin. Kiss trail down. Then—freeze. My tiny cock flops out, tucked no more. Panic. ‘You didn’t know!’ Tears well. He pulls me close. ‘Shh, I want you.’ Hugs tight. No freakout. Hero.

The Explosion

I turn, ass up. ‘Fuck me, Fabien. Take my hole.’ Hands spread cheeks. Spit drips. Gland pushes—ring stretches, pops. ‘Tight as fuck!’ Inch by inch, balls-deep. Slaps echo. ‘Harder, pound my ass!’ He rails, sweat drips. My cock leaks on sheets. Flip. Legs wide, he dives back in. Lick tits, tongue-fuck mouth. Grunts mix moans.

My turn. ‘Want you inside me?’ Straddle reverse. His virgin hole winks. Lube fingers first—two knuckle-deep. Rimjob bonus: tongue laps pucker. He shivers. ‘Pauline, no—oh fuck yes.’ My cock slides in smooth. Long, thin, hits spots. ‘Your ass milks me!’ Pump doggy. Jerk his meat—wet schlick sounds. He bucks. ‘Gonna cum!’

69 heaven. Suck each other sloppy. His balls on my chin, mine in his grip. Finger his hole, he rims mine. Then—boom. He unloads in my ass, hot jets flood. I pull out, he flips, jerks me furious. Rope after rope on his chest. Collapse. Panting. Cum smells thick, sheets wrecked.

Cuddle fades quick. ‘That was fire,’ I murmur. Kiss cheek. ‘One night magic?’ He nods, dazed. Dress fast. Escort downstairs. Door shuts. Phone silences—his number deleted. Back to apps. Adrenaline queen. Next swipe awaits. Fontaine? Gulp it down.