I can finally check off "fucking someone from Reddit" from my fuck-it bucket list.

It wasn’t something I planned. Honestly, it just happened—two people with a lot in common, both tired of the usual meaningless BS, and no expectations. I didn't think I'd end up getting fucked so well, but damn, did I ever.

We hit it off right away. We laughed, complained about life, and vibed. He mentioned he had never eaten at Five Guys, and I told him he had to visit me so we could fix that. To my surprise, he drove eight hours to meet up, just for a burger. When he arrived, it hit me how long that drive was, so I suggested he stay the night instead of heading back right away. We both agreed.

It was a Friday night when we linked up. We smoked and laughed until our stomachs hurt. I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. Afterward, we headed back to my place—a three-bedroom house, where I set him up in the extra room downstairs. I told him if he needed anything, my room was upstairs.

Now, here’s the thing—I have a routine. Every night before bed, I always get myself off, and I do the same first thing in the morning. So there I was, lying in bed, naked, fucking myself with my eyes closed, just about to finish.

Suddenly, I hear a door creak open. I assumed it was the door across the hall—sometimes it swings open if I have the window open in my room. So, I didn’t stop, just kept going.

Then, out of nowhere, I hear, “Holy shit.”

I froze. My door swung open, and there he was, standing in the doorway with his mouth dropped open. I quickly apologized, telling him this is just what I do before bed. He looked confused, like he wasn’t sure what I was talking about.

Turns out, he’d come upstairs looking for extra blankets and had accidentally opened the door to my playroom—the one filled with a door swing, mirrors, sex machines, whips, handcuffs on the walls, dildos, butt plugs…you name it, it’s in there.

I was instantly embarrassed, which isn’t like me, but I shyly admitted, “Yeah, that’s my playroom. It’s been collecting dust for years.”

He glanced at me again, still half-covered in my sheets, my tits exposed, and asked, “Wait, were you just fucking yourself?”

I nodded, thinking that’s what he was shocked about, not the room. Before I could even explain further, he jumped into bed with me. He grabbed my face and kissed me—soft, deep, and unexpected. I felt it in my gut, so I stopped fumbling for my toy and I started running my hands over his chest, down to his waist, and then to his cock. I could feel how hard it was—big, too. I paused, staring at him in disbelief, and peeked under the covers to see what he was working with.

“Oh my God, are you fucking kidding me?” I blurted out.

He just chuckled and said, “Yeah, I usually get that reaction.” Then, with a smirk, he added, “But you don’t have to do anything. I just want to get you off as a thank you for being so cool.”

There was no way I was passing up on that dick, though. So, I told him yes but I wanted to suck his cock first. He looked surprised but didn’t hesitate, asking why I seemed so eager. I explained that it’s my thing—I have a fetish for sucking cock, and I can get off just by doing it.

As I rubbed his cock while telling him this, I could feel it twitch with excitement. I slipped under the covers and started to go down on him, struggling to take him all in because of how thick he was. It was perfect. Every moment of it felt amazing, and I was completely lost in the sensation.

Before I knew it, my head was hanging off the edge of the bed, and he was standing over me, thrusting deep into my throat, all while playing with my pussy—finger-fucking me and rubbing my clit at the same time. I was soaking wet, completely overwhelmed by it all.

I came so hard just from that, but I needed more. I needed him inside me. But before I could say anything, he laid me back and started going down on me, slowly working his way from my tits down to my stomach. He teased me, sucking and playing with my nipples, making me arch my back with anticipation. When he finally reached my pussy, and put his mouth was on me, I could hardly control myself. He slipped his fingers inside me, fucking me slowly at first, while his tongue worked my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I was in heaven, feeling myself getting closer and closer.

"Don't stop," I moaned, my body trembling under him.

He kept going, his fingers moving faster, deeper, and his tongue never missing a beat. The orgasm hit me like a wave-I came harder than I had in forever, my whole body melting underneath him. I could barely catch my breath as he climbed on top of me, sliding his cock inside me in one smooth, deep thrust.

"Fuck," I gasped, wrapping my legs around him, "Please, fuck me."

He looked down at me, his voice firm, commanding, "Look at me." I locked eyes with him as he started to move, slow with each stroke deep and intense. He kept looking at me and it made everything feel more intimate, more raw. I was losing my mind it felt so good. The tension kept building, my body responding to every thrust, and before long, I was cumming again, over and over, one orgasm after another.

I barely had time to catch my breath before I was on my stomach, ass up, begging him to fuck me harder, to use me like the good cum slut I was. He didn't hesitate, slamming into me from behind, each thrust sending me deeper into pure ecstasy. My face was buried in the pillow, but I managed to beg him to fill me up. That was all it took. I felt his cock pulse inside me, his pace quickening as we both are reaching the edge together, our bodies shaking as we came at the same time. The intensity of it left us both completely spent, collapsing and falling asleep almost instantly..

I wake up the next morning and he's no where to be found. But shortly after my door swings open and it's him carrying breakfast in bed for me. I wasn't sure if what had happened really happened.. So I just said, "good night last night?" As I thanked him for the food.. he tells me that he didn't know what I was talking about as he climbs up under the sheets from the bottom of the bed. My heart skipped a beat and I slowly opened up my legs for him... He starts kissing up my thighs and tells me good morning before putting his mouth on my throbbing clit.