NSFW 18+ Not My Real Name Erotica Short Story

We bumped into one another at an outdoor party. Or rather, he bumped into me, and ended up spilling my drink all over my shirt in the process. It gave us both a bit of a laugh though, and something sparked in his eyes as he offered to help me clean up the mess. I didn’t even know his name, but feeling bold tonight, I asked him if he wanted to make another mess first.

He took the hint, raising his eyebrows at me before leaning in and kissing me, his lips pressing gently to mine. At the same time, he took hold of my hips with his free hand and drew my body in close to his like it was totally natural. He tasted like beer and smelled like cologne and just a hint of sweat from this hot summer night. Delicious. I licked his bottom lip as he pulled away from our kiss; he moaned in response and I felt my stomach flip flop in excitement and anticipation. Mmm, yes.

After removing my then empty drink cup from my hand and setting it down on a nearby table, he wrapped his fingers up with mine and began to lead me away from the party towards the barn to the left, telling me his name as we walked. I gave him a fake one in return, on impulse, and something about being unknown to this man I was about to have sex with caused a tightening between my legs and made me want to bite my bottom lip. I could already feel my panties were damp.

He led us to the back side of the barn from the party, where the possibility of us being seen was much less, but not non-existent. Could we still get busted by anyone? Absolutely, in fact, I was a little surprised we were the only ones back here, and the thought of being caught mixed in with this anonymous encounter gave me an extra thrill. I didn’t care about someone seeing us at all. I wanted this badly.

I turned towards him as we reached a more secluded area where the barn was flat enough to lean onto, my turn to pull him close to me, wanting to feel him. As he bent in to kiss me again he thrust his hips against mine and I ended up pressed back against the rough barn boards, wood scratching through my shirt into my soft skin. I could feel his hardness through the front of his pants; he was ready for more.

Our kissing started off slow, almost sweet, yet it awakened something needy inside of me. I ground my hips eagerly into him in response as my pussy cried out for more, and I grabbed him in a tighter embrace as I kissed him more passionately now, urgently, pushing my tongue deeply into his mouth. I wanted more, and I wanted him to know how badly I was lusting for him. My wet tongue pushed and probed circles around his own, our kissing turning more sloppy and wet now as the sexual tension grew.

He was quick to oblige my needs, his hands moving from caressing my sides and my back to tugging at the bottom of my shirt so he could slide them up underneath. His hands were warm and felt so good gliding over the smooth skin of my body, over the curves of my stomach and upwards to cup my breasts, squeezing them tightly for a moment in his palms. He pushed the top of the material down and pinched my nipples unexpectedly, and I felt my entire body light up in desire.

It was my turn to moan into his mouth now, unable to control myself, and he wasted no time moving his hands south, giving me exactly what I wanted, more.

As he slipped his hand down under the waist band of my skirt, into my panties and made his way lower still, he found me absolutely soaked, and I whimpered at his touch as his fingers slowly stroked my slippery slit. “Fuck are you ever wet,” he whispered into my ear, his body still pressed close to me, his hard cock rubbing through his pants against my thigh. I wanted to explore what was between his legs too, find out what his cock looked like, experience what it felt like as it pushed open my folds and filled me completely. He had other plans. “I want to taste you.” I heard in my ear.

I moaned loudly at his suggestion, and reached over and grabbed at his shoulders, pushing downwards, directing him to do exactly that. Who was I to argue with a tongue between my legs? He pulled his hand out from my underwear as he dropped to his knees in front of me, and this time he just grabbed at the bottom of my skirt and yanked it upwards and pulled my panties to the side so quickly I almost stumbled as I leaned back against the barn.

He kept me steady, and in a moment my wet slit was exposed to the chill of the night air as I spread my legs wider and opened myself to him. Leaning in, he placed his mouth over my mound, his warm lips covering me as his tongue began to explore my folds, tasting me, and I leaned my head back against the side of the barn and sighed in ecstasy. I was absolutely in love with the way he was working his mouth on my most intimate of places.

Gently tickling and teasing my thigh with one hand, he moved it upwards to caress my sensitive skin lightly before using it to open my pussy up more for him. He placed his fingers on either side of my wet swollen lips and held me open as he continued to push and probe his tongue deep into my hole, tasting me, lapping up all the juices that weren’t already leaking down his chin.

I stumbled once more for a moment as the pleasure inside of me built, but he steadied me with his other hand on my thigh, partially for support and partially to push my legs open a little further. I ran my fingers through his hair as I leaned my weight backwards against the barn, wood splinters scratching me again. I was curious what my back would look like tomorrow, but right now, it just added to the experience.

The feeling of his tongue circling around and playing with my clit as he gently sucked on it at with his lips, pulling and tugging on it, brought me back from thoughts of splinters and back to reality. Another moan was quick to follow the first as he then slid two fingers all the way inside of me in one quick push and began to wiggle them around in exploration as he continued his assault on my clit at the same time.

“You are so tight, and you taste delicious,” he said, his voice sounding muffled between my legs, “I need to be inside of you, right now.” He pressed the pads of his fingers roughly against the soft sweet spot inside of me one more time, roughly, causing me to cry out into the night as he flicked my g-spot before pulling away, leaving me horny and panting for more. What a tease, he knew how to work me.

Rising to his feet, he leaned in and kissed me once more, as I stood there looking rather frazzled, face flushed and skirt ruffled and twisted up around my hips. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth the same way he had probed around in my tight pussy, and I could taste my own juices on him, exciting me even more. He thrust his hips against me roughly, grinding into me, and his hard cock once more rubbed into my thigh. I knew he was ready for more. He could wait.

“It’s my turn first,” I said huskily, before switching spots with him, pushing him against the barn as I dropped to my knees in front of him. The grass tickled my bare legs as I reached out and unfastened his pants, eagerly pulling out his hard member.

He moaned and closed his eyes in anticipation, placing one of his hands on the back of my head and guiding me towards him, encouraging me to go further. His cock was oozing pre-cum from the tip, a drop waiting for me to lick it off the head. I needed no encouragement, I was just taking my time. I could be a tease too.

I gripped the base of it firmly in my hand, feeling his whole cock jerk slightly at my touch, and then ever so slowly I leaned forward on my knees and ran the flat part of my tongue over the head of his penis, licking him softly, tasting his salty pre-cum as he let out a sigh and pressed a little harder on the back of my head.

Gently running my satiny, wet lips along the head, squeezing the shaft with the lightest of pressure, I listened to him moan once more before opening my lips and letting him slowly slide all the way into my mouth as my hand moved up the length of him at the same time.

His moan turned into a “yes, please,” as I slowly got into a rhythm of sucking and licking down the shaft, letting my hand glide alongside my mouth simultaneously as I licked and teased the head of his cock. He was rock hard and veiny, I could feel the thickness of the veins on my tongue as his member slipped over my wet lips and down towards the back of my throat, this time with a little more force, causing me to gag slightly.

I could tell he was getting more worked up by the moment, he was moaning louder and gripping the back of my head now, his fingers tangled in my hair. It was the perfect time to slow down for a switch.

“Not yet,” I said teasingly, pulling away from him as his wet cock slipped from my hands, spit and pre-cum dripping towards the ground. He had worked me right up before pulling away, two could play at that game.

His hands left my hair and were holding my shoulders instantly, gripping me gently and pulling me to my feet, not wasting a moment. He spun me around once more, this time so that I was facing away from him, towards the barn with him pressed up behind me. I had to place my hands on the splintered side of the barn to keep my balance.

I felt the length of his cock glide up and down my wet slit, slipping easily through my juices, and I thrust my hips backwards into him, matching his movements, wanting more. I wanted to feel that thick veiny cock slip right up inside of me and fill me. I wanted him to make me cum.

“Fuck me, please,” I whimpered, and I heard him grunt in return before his fingers dug into my hips and he plowed forward into me, his hard member stretching me wide in one fast push. I had to stifle in a bit of a loud moan as I adjusted to the feel of his heat, his length, his girth, before he slid almost all of the way out of me in one very long, slow stroke, the head of his cock stretching me wide. I could feel some of my juices drip out of me as my pussy hole gapped for a moment and then he let out what sounded like a growl and roughly thrust his cock all the way back inside of me.

This time I couldn’t help but cry out loudly in pleasure as he took me there against the barn, holding me tightly while he feverishly fucked me from behind.

One of his hands moved up my stomach and grabbed at the edge of my shirt, ripping it upwards and exposing my stomach and chest before squeezing one of my breasts. I moaned and used one of my own hands to move between my legs, lightly rubbing my wet clit in time with his thrusts. It was like having my entire body played with and pushed to orgasm, and it was heaven. Sometimes the edge of my finger would brush the length of his cock as he slid in and out, and I loved the wet silky feel of it slipping along the pad of my finger.

He moaned and breathed heavily in my ear, his breath warm and sending shivers down my spine as he pinched one of my nipples, pulling it outwards and playing with it between his thumb and first two fingers. I kept time with him and fingered my clit faster and faster, pressing down harder, an orgasm getting closer for us both.

My body was slamming into the barn now, rough wood digging into my skin as he fucked me, and he brought his other hand round to caress my ass cheeks, spreading me a little to watch his cock slide in and out. I could hear the sound of his cock gliding in and out of my wet pussy, stretched wide, and I could tell my ass hole was exposed and on display too. The thought gave me an extra thrill.

He spanked me then, suddenly and unexpectedly, hard, before wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close to him once more, fingers digging into my hip, cock sliding in and out of me faster and faster. Wetness was leaking down my leg, I could hear the squish of his cock fucking me louder now, and I knew I was about to cum too.

I let him know in a whisper of a breath, turning my head sideways to his face, and he leaned in and kissed me for a moment, tongue once more probing deep into my mouth as I felt his breath hitch and his body jerk. He pulled his mouth away with a cry and his grip on my hip tightened as he slammed his cock deep inside of me. He moaned out my fake name, and the reminder of how anonymous and wild this was turned me on all over again and pushed me over the edge. We came together, moaning quietly, our bodies pressed tightly against the side of the barn.

He leaned into me heavily, breathing hard and gently kissed the back of my neck, telling me how amazing that was. I could feel hot, sticky cum leaking out of me and down the back of my leg as his cock grew softer and slowly began to slip from my pussy. He whispered in my ear, asking me if he could buy me another beer to make up for the mess he’d made earlier. I wondered if I should give him my real name.

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Much Love,

Author Carissa McIntyre,

Lady Mack Xo





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