This journey has been wild. Better yet, I think it’s not over. Enjoy this next instalment. It’ll make sense at the end..

Part 4 is here, with backdating to Parts 1 – 3 also - https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1gxd62c/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

First things first, when I got home after giving him head, oh my fuckinngggg god. I ran upstairs, grabbed my vibrator and rapidly came twice. I’d literally swallowed his cum, on a huge high, and an overwhelming urge to ride the fuck out of him couldn’t leave my mind.

Should I have gone further!? I fully embrace, usually, “creating the layers.” I didn’t give him my ass. I didn’t go the whole way. It’d hopefully perpetuate a cycle of lust on his end too. I usually swore by this and I had to take my own advice.

The next few days, I played things cool. I thought of him loads. I then received a text asking if I’d like a home visit. I countered, asking if he’d like to give me a ‘full service’ (it sounded sexy at the time) in the comfort of his own home.

Initially, he didn’t answer. I asked, “hey, please be honest, what are your circumstances? No judgement.”

I wanted to know truly if he really was ‘free’, a taken man, or even in some on-off situation. The answer I received I was content with, enough to move forward and keep the incredibly intense lust alive.

I had to pick out something to wear.

I had to work out my preferred methods of making him cum, as there’d be more than one orgasm.

I was SO horny before going to his place. I purposely didn’t hit a leg day at the gym because I wanted to give him the ride of his life.

Skipping dinner, with some mild nerves, I arrived. Letting me in, he wore a nice shirt and aftershave. He kissed me on the cheek, and I stood facing him as he closed his front door.

We started to kiss before he’d even offered me a drink. My jacket hit the floor and my breath was taken away. I had his strong hands around my hips and I pushed them down to around my ass.

“It’s so fucking squeezable” made me incredibly wet. I felt a small surge of power, and while massaging his cock, I leaned up and whispered, “not if, but how many times did you cum over me?”

I pulled back. He displayed 7 fingers, grinning.

I looked at his nice corner-piece sofa. And bit my lip.

“Fuck your massage table. Bend me over that.” I smiled.

I found being bold with him so extremely horny. Initially, he didn’t say much, and then spun me around and unzipped my jeans from behind. One of his hands went up, playing with my D cups, while the other slipped into a frilly pink thong I was wearing and started to play with my clit.

This was a man that knew how to drive a woman crazy. My legs felt shaky. My skinny jeans were pulled down and taken off me, leg by leg. I removed my top, sitting on the edge of his sofa.

I commanded, “take them off. I want you in my mouth again.”

I started to suck his dick, tonguing it around the head, enjoying the taste of his pre cum. I took it out, and with a slightly dry mouth, spat on it, looking up at him as he ran his fingers through the sides of my hair like a gentleman.

“Feel how wet I am.” I instructed.

I found myself taking off my bra, and seconds later, he underhooked the side trim of my thong with both hands and pulled them down.

Bent over his sofa, I took a few heavy spanks – a fine balance between pleasure and a stinging. Standing behind me, he slapped his meaty cock on my ass cheeks. I reached back, spreading them, whispering, “fuck me.”

He made me say it louder. And then a third time, I literally shouted it. I felt myself going bright red as I wrote that.

I reached back and spread my cheeks, backing up a little and angling him in. Bent over his sofa that I hadn’t even yet sat on, with my clothes on the floor, from the trail of my jacket all the way to my pre-cum soaked pink panties. Fuck. This was intense.

I got my cheeks clapped fucking hard. I found myself moaning louder and louder. My hands were placed behind my back and lightly held, almost in a cuffing motion. I felt so fucking slutty for him.

In my mind, I’m thinking, “please don’t cum yet.”

This went on for a good 5 minutes.

“You choose the next position.” He said.

I hopped the sofa and laid down, ushering him to get on top of me. Before I knew it, using my shoulders to push my tits together, he was inside of me, raising my legs up and the shape of his cock felt out of this fucking world.

It took less than 2 minutes for me to cum like that. The visual of his strong body over me, the pace he kept and the taboo of the fact that he was merely just my massage guy several weeks ago.

“I used to play with myself, admittedly… Your ass. The ratio of waist to ass.”

OMG. SO fucking wet. That just did it for me. He kept going and I was thinking, “surely, he can’t last forever.”

Being a gentleman, he rapidly said, “where shall I cum?”

I’d usually have said my tits, but in that quick moment, I stuck my tongue out. That was more powerful than words.

Pulling out, huge ropes of cum saturated my tits, then hit my chin, with one going into my mouth, and finally drenching the rest of my neck.

“SUCH a big cummer!” I complimented. He jokingly asked if that was a bad thing. I told him no.

In between jokes of my clothes being on the floor, him not yet offering me a drink and how much he came, I noticed how horny I still was. I was curious at his round two rate.

Less than 10 minutes later, he had his two fingers inside of me, sitting next to me, while I started to play with his cock.

Round two, somehow, he got even hornier. An intimate declaration of, “can I tongue your ass?”

I nodded, asking how he wanted me. Compliments of, “you’re immaculately groomed” and “cheeks like yours need a tongue between them” genuinely had me fucking gushing wet.

We had sex a further 2 times. A big evening total of 3. My legs, after squat fucking him on his sofa, were burnt out.

I’d gone past being hungry, so I didn’t suggest food, and hinted about heading home.

Before I left, he asked, “do you have any fantasies you haven’t lived out, say, besides sleeping with your massage therapist?”

I took a moment, understanding this wasn’t going to be a romantic thing, and appreciated he wouldn’t hold back judgement.

I had him confess one first. His was, “anal and cumming in there too.”

I took a breath, stood taller and said, “two guys at once. One each end, or whatever works.”

I purposefully didn’t break eye contact. I thought, “fuck it, I’ve come this far, you never know.”

Our conversation continued longer than I’d have anticipated, and during, his words were, “how about if you’re happy to do one, and I arrange the other?”