[FM] How I (accidentally) got an insanely hot blonde addicted to my cock

Once upon a time I met a girl on a dating app. Tale as old as time, right? I was smitten right from the get-go and also incredibly surprised when she matched with me. My surprise turned to confusion when she agreed to grab drinks.

I'm not selling myself short – these stories wouldn't happen if I didn't have some level of confidence – but Carly was, to put it bluntly, out of my league. Blonde, blue-eyed, with a killer rack and an amazing smile that lit up the room. She had a thing for sundresses and sneakers and red lipsticks. She liked puns.

We went on two dates and made out just a little bit before she called it off, saying that she didn't feel a spark.

It wasn't meant to be, I thought.

Until a few months later, she texted me. At midnight.

"I think there might be a reason why I'm still thinking about you," her text read. By this point I just wanted to swing for the fences. "Want me to come over now and we'll talk about it?"

She replied with her address. At midnight. I raced over there and less than an hour later I was balls deep in her waxed pussy.

It was pretty fucking hot.

We texted for the next couple of days, but then things dropped off. Until a few weeks later, I was bored and shot her a text. "Hey, I'd like to grab dinner tonight. How do you feel about sushi?"

"I'm not feeling sushi," she replied. "How about you just come over and fuck me instead?"

So I went over, and barely five minutes after I arrived she leaned across the couch and kissed me. I grabbed onto her blonde hair and she groaned a little. I pulled her tank top down and played with her tits – soft, supple, more than a handful. She liked it when I pulled on her nipples.

She begged me to fuck her, leading me back to her bedroom, so I obliged her. When I entered her, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she gasped with every thrust. Her ankles were on my shoulders and her body moved beneath me. She bit her lip and looked up at me as I plowed into her, and when I pulled out to cum on her pierced belly button she watched with fascination.

And that's how it would go. We weren't even friends with benefits – we weren't even friends! We talked a little before and after but honestly, most times we took longer in transit than we did at each others' places.

"I honestly don't get it," she panted, lying naked next to me after I had rearranged her insides some other time. "Why the fuck do I keep coming back to you?"

I had no idea, so I shrugged in reply. "That wasn't rhetorical," she said. "What is it about you?"

"I'm big and I'm a good lay," I replied.

"You're not that big," Carly replied.

"I'm pretty big."

"You're like, fifth or sixth biggest I've had."

"Shit," I said, looking at her. "Fifth or sixth?"

She shrugged and then we fucked again.

But the question kind of nagged at me. Why did she keep coming back to me? Because she did. It would be a week. Or a month. But she always came back.

Some of these stories I post are a little exaggerated for effect. But every time I say I've had sex with someone, we actually did have sex. I got around. I had lots of fun. But I look in the mirror sometimes, and think about who I've slept with, and I just wonder how I even managed it.

Like Carly, who liked it when I bent her over and left a big red palm print on her pristine pale ass.

One time she was house sitting for her dad, who had this gloriously huge snooker pool table. She sat on the edge and I leaned down on top of her and fucked her like that, and then we both had a panic attack when I finished and we realized we'd left a puddle on the felt.

But yeah, back to me. I'm not particularly tall. I'm not particularly great looking. I have dirty-blonde hair that at various times I let grow waaaaaay out of control. I have never been built or muscular.

 

I do have pretty eyes.

But for whatever reason, Carly couldn't quit me. She cheated on two different boyfriends with me (neither of them were serious, she said. I didn't know until after). Carly and I fucked off and on for two years. She's the second-longest relationship I've ever had, and we were never even in a relationship.

All of this to say, I was always shocked when her name popped up on my phone.

"I need you to eat my pussy," she said once.

"Carly, it's 3:30 in the afternoon on a Tuesday," I replied.

"So?"

I made some excuse about a last-minute doctor's appointment to ditch work and then met her at my apartment. Carly took my hand and led me straight to my bedroom, throwing me on the bed and climbing on top of me to straddle my face. She was wearing a yellow sundress and had yanked her panties off in the elevator up.

I wonder if the security guard was watching that feed at the time.

She sat on my face, grinding her smooth pussy against my mouth. I licked and slurped and nuzzled against whatever I could reach. I could feel Carly clench and tense up as she came on my face. I could hear her groans and moans above me.

I couldn't see shit.

Carly asked me what she could do for me and I told her that she could ride me like her life depended on it. "Yes, sir," she whimpered, lowering herself onto my cock. Her tits bobbed in front of me, and I reached out to grab them. One of my thumbs got into her mouth – Carly sucked it with abandon.

She was great at riding. Other girls grind, but Carly had the whole pornstar-squat-fuck thing down. It made everything jiggle in the best way possible.

When I was close to cumming I moaned that I wanted to cum on her face. "Yes, sir," she said, dismounting me. I stood over her and she starting rubbing me to completion. "I want your cum on my face," Carly moaned. "I want you to cover my pretty face with your fucking cum."

And so I did. Carly even opened her mouth for me to spray into, giggling as ropes of cum landed across her face.

"I figured it out," she said afterwards, wiping her face off.

"What?"

"Why I keep fucking you. Why I can't get you out of my head sometimes. You listen."

I stared at her. "That's it?"

"Yeah," she replied. "You listen to what I want, and then you do it. You press all my buttons because I tell you how to press them. I don't think you even have an ego. You think you do, but you don't. You can act selfish but they're all things I've asked you to do before. You're just so happy a girl will show you her tits that you'll do anything to keep her around. Fuck, you got some up my nose."

When she'd finished cleaning herself up, I walked her out of my apartment. We were in the elevator when she said "I've started seeing someone. He's really cool. I'm actually going on a date with him right now. I'll let you know if it doesn't work out, but I hope it does."

"I'm glad you figured me out," I said. "Have fun on your date. And Carly?" She turned around, the blonde bombshell in a yellow sun dress. "I hope I never see you again."

She blew me a kiss.

I'm not surprised that she never texted me again.