When I was in college I spent a lot of time trying to get my professors to like me, so I did a lot of extra credit assignments that involved attending other lectures or events they spoke at down in the city. But man oh man were some of my professors boring. So I was sitting in a lecture bored out of my mind so I decide to start swiping on tinder and March with this hot red headed girl. We chat for a while and she says, I know this guy and he’s writing a book, and I think you’d be perfect for him to interview.

So she gives me his number and I text the mysterious writer of books. It turns out he’s 34, lives in Brooklyn, and is writing a book where he interviews women while they have sex. Which is the single most bizarre excuse I have ever heard, but also now I need to know if this is for real. He shows me manuscripts, letters from his editor, other interviews he’s done, and I decide to say fuck it and be an interview. I was still eighteen at the time and would be the youngest in his book, which made me even more excited than I was.

So when the day arrived I got on a train back into the city and went down to his apartment. He met me at the gate and brought me inside, immediately bringing me into his bedroom. He set up a voice recorder for the interview, and began asking me questions as he took my clothes off. How old was I? Where was I originally from? Why was I in New York? Why was I in his apartment? I was naked except for my panties at that point, and as I said “so you can fuck me for your book”, he pinched my nipple, making my sentence tail off into a garbled gasp after the word me.

He pulled down my panties, then let his hands glide all over the shape of my body while he asked about my first kiss and early boyfriends. He moved my feet apart and stroked my pussy while he asked about the first person to ever touch my pussy, and if it was at wet then as it is now. He asked if it was the same person who had first put their fingers inside me as one then two of his fingers entered me as I said no. He kept his fingers in me with his thumb brushing against my clit as he asked me more questions about my pussy and the other people who had been lucky enough to feel it.

Then he pulled his cock out of his pants and asked when the first time I had ever seen a cock was, then pulled my hand to stroke his with his fingers still in my pussy. The first time I had touched one and taken one into my mouth were the next questions, and my hand was freely stroking his 6 inch rock hard cock.

He took his fingers from my pussy to bring me to the bed, and lay me on my back before climbing on top of me. As he lined himself up he asked about the first time I’d ever been fucked, and waited until I finished before plunging into me. I have a small scream and he chuckled as he asked about the first cock to make me scream for real. He fucked me smooth and slow while he asked me questions so I could still answer, about the men I’d fucked and the cocks I’d taken. I knew I was a slut but I hadn’t been able to do too much at that point as I’d only been away from home and my super strict parents for maybe six months. But every now and again I would give him an answer and feel his cock throb reflexively inside of me.

He asked me how I liked to be fucked, and then asked me if I would be willing to give a graphically detailed description. So I told him “I love it rough, as soon as I walk in the door, I want to be pinned against a wall and kissed and stripped. I want to be pushed to my knees with hands in my hair pulling my mouth down the shaft of a thick hard cock, making me gag and choke. I want to be tossed down on my back to have my pussy eaten with fingers thrusting deep into me. Then pin my wrists above my head and thrust into me, harder and faster, make me scream. Make me say everything that’s happening to me, how much my pussy is being split open by a fat cock, how helpless I feel being pinned down and taken. Fuck me harder and harder til I can’t do anything but cum.”

His eyes sparkled as he said “I think we need that for the book,” and in an instant I was pinned and he was fucking me ruthlessly. I tried to scream but it kept catching in my throat with every thrust of his cock. Then he made me talk about exactly how his cock felt in my pussy, how big it was and how much it was stretching me out, and how good it felt being so stretched, and how he was fucking me so so hard and how much I loved it. He told me I had to say when I came, and after several minutes of intense pounding I finally screamed that I was going to cum oh god I was cumming oh fuck I was cumming all over his cock oh my god.

He slowed after my orgasm and pulled out, and asked me a few questions about cumming while stroking my still sensitive pussy, sending me into minor convulsions. Then he thanked me for my time and material, and I got dressed and left.