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You're not sure why you're doing this. You met him on a local kink forum about a week ago; you'd made a post on your profile saying you had never slept with a man and were a little curious. You'd recently gone through a messy breakup that made you want to swear off women and try something different for a change. You knew it was probably a bad idea, but you were stoned and horny, and hey, it was just a post, it's not like you were going to actually go through with it.

Predictably, most of the men who responded just sent you unsolicited dick pics or one-sentence requests for a hookup- no thanks. But not him. He was polite and articulate and asked you if you wanted to meet at his place for a smoke, just to see if you clicked, no pressure and no hard feelings if you decided you weren't interested in going further.

Against your better judgement, you agreed. So here you are, knocking on his door, wearing a skirt and button-up that are the complete opposite of the more masculine clothes you usually wear. After a few moments where you almost decide to just turn around and get back in your car, he opens the door.

Thankfully, he looks just like he did in his pictures. He invites you in and the two of you start casually talking. This isn't bad, you think. He at least doesn't seem like a secret serial killer or anything. He's got a decent job and hobbies and a house, and he's being very respectful of you. After a while, he asks you if you want to smoke and watch a movie. You say yes.

He starts up the movie while you get comfortable on his couch. He brings out a bong and a jar of weed; you can tell it's strong stuff just by looking at it. He packs the bowl and holds it out to you. "Ladies first," he says. You laugh and then lean down to take a long hit while he lights it up for you, and- yeah, wow, that's really strong. You struggle not to cough, which he notices and laughs at a little before taking his own hit.

For a while, you don't talk. You both just lounge and watch the movie next to each other, occasionally taking another hit. Before you realize it, you're more stoned than you've been in a long time. Everything is hazy, and you're suddenly hyper-aware of the man's presence. Shit, why did you put yourself in such a vulnerable position? You're stuck in a strange man's house until you're lucid enough to drive home, and at this rate that's going to be a while. He offers another hit. Fuck it, you're already here.

This time, it's different. He takes a hit first, then holds the smoke in his mouth. He sets the bong down on the table, leans closer to you, and tilts your chin up. Instinctively, you open your mouth to let him breathe the smoke into it. He looks amused when you gasp a little. When he's done, he lowers his hand onto your thigh and squeezes. You gasp again.

You should tell him to stop. You should tell him you're not interested and take an uber home. But you don't. You try to get the words out, but they won't come. You're too high to resist, and you can't deny that your body is reacting to his touch. He moves one hand around you to firmly squeeze your ass, while his other hand snakes under your top to palm at your tits. Without even meaning to, you lean into it.

Then, he grabs the remote and turns off the movie. He stands up and takes off his shirt, before leaning down and teasing the hem of your top. Your body seems to move on its own as you raise your arms to let him take it off. Part of you regrets not wearing a bra. Another part of you really doesn't.

He stands upright again. You're eye-level with the front of his jeans, and you can tell he's hard inside them. Only now do you realize how soaked your cunt is. You're not really going to do this... right?

You sit there for a few long, indecisive moments, looking back and forth between his face and the button of his jeans. Sensing your hesitation, he guides your hand to the button.

"Go on," he says.

You undo the button and pull down the zipper. His cock springs out from his boxers immediately. Shit, you assumed he'd exaggerated when he told you it was 7 1/2 inches. And it was thick, too, and already rock-hard, and only a couple of inches from your face.

"Now, be a good dyke." He reaches down to gently grab a fistful of your hair, and you have to bite back a whimper. "Open wide."

How the hell did you let it get this far? This was just supposed to be a casual hangout. You weren't planning on even kissing him, much less sucking his dick! But the sensible part of your brain that is telling you to call this whole thing off is barely audible now. The weed is making you feel everything ten times more acutely, and you can't ignore how wet you are. There's no use denying it. You want to obey him. You open wide.

"That's a good girl."

He holds your head in place and, achingly slowly, slides his cock into your mouth. You almost gag as it hits the back of your throat. Your eyes roll back and your brain goes totally blank. God, you're soaking through your panties. All you can focus on is how good it feels to be used. He holds it there for a few seconds before pulling out and sliding back in. Before long, your instinct kicks in and you begin sucking his cock without reservation. You've never even sucked a strap-on before, but somehow your body knows exactly what to do. He fucks your face faster and harder, filling the room with obscene glk-glk-glk sounds, grunting while you moan around him. Tears leak out of your eyes as he forces himself as far down your throat as he can. You grind your cunt against the couch. If he keeps going like this, you realize, you're probably going to cum. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: you're sucking a man's cock, and you love it.

Then he abruptly lets go of your hair and pulls his cock out of your mouth. You whine at the sudden absence. He laughs.

"As much as I'd love to shoot a load down that tight little throat, I'm not done with you."

He roughly grabs your arm and leads you down the hall to his bedroom, shutting the door behind you. He takes off the rest of his clothes.

"Strip," he orders. You obey without hesitation. As soon as you're naked, he grabs your hips and spins you around so that you're facing away from him. He pushes his cock between your thighs, grinding it against your dripping cunt while he gropes your tits.

"You're fucking desperate for it," he says. "You want me to fuck that dyke pussy, don't you." He says it like he already knows the answer. But that saner part of your brain speaks up again for just a moment: surely you're not going to go THAT far, right? Sucking his cock is one thing, but are you really going to lose your gold star tonight? To some stranger? But, then again...

"M-maybe just the tip. It doesn't count if you don't put it in all the way, right?"

"Alright then. If that's what you want." He shoves you forward onto the bed. "On your hands and knees."

You do as he says.

He settles on the bed behind you and presses the tip of his cock against your hole. You gasp. Reality hits you; a man's bare cock is touching your cunt, and you're going to let him put the tip inside you. And the scariest part is, you want it. He teases your cunt with his cock for a few more moments. This is your last chance to back out... you say nothing.

He rests one hand on your ass and gently guides the tip of his cock inside you.

Fuck, he's big. He's barely penetrated you and you can already feel your cunt stretching out further than it ever has from a woman's fingers. You whimper.

"I knew you'd like it," he chuckles. "You just tell me when you want more." He starts moving the tip in and out of you over and over, frustratingly slow, making you whine whenever he pushes in a tiny bit further. You can feel your cunt trying to pull him in deeper. "God, you're wet. it's such a shame you've been wasting this pussy on other women."

"Maybe just- just a little more," you concede. Before you even finish the sentence, half of his cock is inside you. A full-on moan escapes your lips. Fuck.

"Good girl. Good fucking slut." Just like he did to your mouth, he pulls all the way out and slowly slides in again, stopping when he's halfway inside your cunt. Then he does it again. And again. And again. You can't help but moan every time you feel yourself being stretched out. You hate how fucking good this feels. You can feel yourself losing control. Look at you. You're naked, on your hands and knees, with a man behind you. His unprotected cock is halfway inside your gold star lesbian cunt and it feels fucking amazing. You're wetter than you've ever been in your life.

"Faster," you breathe out, "p-please."

He immediately obliges. He grips your hips with both hands and starts driving his cock into you faster, then faster still. He still hasn't gone any deeper. You find yourself, against all sense, wishing he would. You've given up trying to stop yourself from moaning.

Then, he stops, pulling out of you entirely. "Come on, dyke. You know you want it. You're being such a good slut for me." He presses the tip against your cunt. "Let me make you mine."

He's right. You can't deny it anymore. You want to be his cocksleeve. You want to feel his cock pressed up against your womb. You want him to breed you. This is what your cunt was meant for. You can't believe you ever thought otherwise. Your gold star belongs to him. You should have known that from the moment you agreed to meet.

Your body falls forward, leaving you with your ass up to give him even better access. "Take it," you whimper. "It's yours."

He pushes you further forward onto the bed, exposing your bare cunt to him completely. "I knew you'd see it my way. Now, be a good girl...and take my fucking cock."

With one smooth thrust, he plunges his cock all the way inside you. You moan louder than you ever have in your life. Fuck, his dick is huge. You can feel him against your cervix. He just holds it there for a long moment, pushing in as deep as he can go. You're seeing stars. There's no doubt left in your mind; your cunt was made to take cock. This is your purpose.

This time, he doesn't bother to start slow. He fucks you hard, deep, and fast. You moan and whine like a fucking whore every time he hits your cervix. You're completely cockdrunk.

"Good. Take it, dyke. Your cunt belongs to me now. That's it, show me how bad you need it, slut."

"Yesyesyes fuck me, please fuck me, my cunt is yours. Oh, fuck, Daddyyyyy."

He chuckles. "That's my good little whore."

Part of you is mortified that you actually just called him that, but the rest of you doesn't care about anything other than the feeling of his thick cock breaking your lesbian cunt. He brings his hand down on your ass, hard enough that you're sure it'll leave a mark.

You're not sure which is louder: the sound of his hips hitting your ass or the sound of your moans. His heavy balls slap against your clit with every thrust. Fuck, you're going to cum. You've never cum just from penetration before, but you can feel yourself getting close.

Then, his thrusts get even harder and faster, and his grunts get more erratic. You realize with a jolt that he's close too. You're not on birth control. You know you should tell him not to cum in you, but your cunt is in control now, and you know what it really wants. Instead of telling him to stop, you push your ass back onto his cock even more fervently. With one final, deep thrust, he drains his balls inside you. He didn't even ask permission; he knew he didn't need to.

The feeling of his warm, thick cum spilling into your womb pushes you over the edge. You clench around his cock, cumming harder than you ever have with a woman. He holds it against your cervix until he's sure you've taken every drop. Then, finally, he pulls out.

Your body gives out immediately, and you flop over onto the bed, exhausted.

"Good girl," he coos, stroking your hair. "Rest up. I'm going to take a shower, and when I get back, you're going to take another load for me. Does that sound good, dyke?"