Adventurous Baby

It's my first story here, so all criticism welcomed, to help me improve. Decided to keep it short for now, to see what you think. Enjoy!

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I was always a good girl. I never done anything dangerous, or broke the law. Raised by my church devoted mother I was meant to please everyone and always listen to my parents. My mum had this idea to keep me close till the end of her life, so I was meant to live in my family house forever.

Unfortunately, her plan didn't go well.

As I turned 19 I met this boy whose family lived abroad, so he had a house for himself and as soon as possible I moved out of my family house. Life with him was nice and easy, although he wasn't my friend, I never dared to share my dreams and hopes, I only spoke words I knew he wanted to hear.

As years passed by, I noticed that we didn't match in bed, as my sex drive was very high, but because I cared about my boyfriend I decided to sacrifice that part of my life to be with him. But when he started denying sex, and excusing himself with a headache I knew it's the beginning of the end. With time I noticed he was extremely jealous over me, and couldn't stand me having friends, especially male friends. Constant accusations, caused intense arguments, and build up the momentum that caused the explosion.

Like a volcano, one day while arguing I erupted: "Fine! Since you're constantly accusing me of cheating on you, then I might as well just do it!"

And with a slam of the door I exited the house and kept walking. I didn't know where to go or what to do next, but I knew I had enough.

Now, let me draw you a picture here, I am not a modern standard beauty, I'm 5'6 tall, i weight whole 165lbs, and my boobs are not the biggest in the neighbourhood. Average 34b, and because all women in my family have big boobs, my small titties were always my biggest complex. You might ask, so where's all that weigh cumulate then? Well, you won't be asking questions if you've seen my butt. It's so big, it has its own postcode (as some of my friends joke).

So here I am walking down the road, on the warm summer evening, clutching my handbag and think of my next move. Where to go? What should I do next? Before anything came to my mind, my phone went off. It was my colleague from the restaurant I worked in. He was originally from Brazil, and was quite handsome man, strong muscles, dark curly hair, tattoos on his arms, I would be lying I never had dreamt about being kept in his strong arms.

After telling him about argument with boyfriend we agreed to meet up for some drinks in the local bar.

When we sat down at the bar and I drank first few sips of my wine I managed to get the courage to spill more details.

"So, you finally decided to show that little prick what you're capable of, well done I always knew you had that fire in you Lucy"

"Listen I have enough of constantly being accused of things I haven't done, I might as well finally do it and enjoy myself rather than being miserable all the time"

I said back slightly caressing his leg with my hand. He took the hint. Soon we were at his place, him sitting on his chair and me on my knees sucking him off. He had a decent cock, it wasn't the biggest, but he had a good girth to it, so I was able to take him whole in my mouth without having gag reflex. I forgot how good it feels to have cock shoved down your throat, mercilessly fucking my mouth and letting me choke on it when reaching deep ends. Having my mouth full always done something to me, and when guy keeps roughly face fuck me it almost makes me cum. I love when the cock starts twitching and gets hard, letting me know it's ready to spurts it's juices, I love having my mouth filled with hot sticky goo, love when it slides down my throat, giving me that additional portion of protein.

So when I was on my knees, with my nose buried in pubes, and felt his muscles stiffen, I knew what's going to happen.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" he moaned.

I kept sucking him until I got what I wanted. Hot, salty liquid started filling my mouth, my drenched pussy was throbbing, aching to be filled, my clit pulsating from all the excitement. In that moment I felt alive, first time in many years I felt empowered, like I finally found purpose in my life.

After that night I never went back to my boyfriend. Yes, I did come back to the house when he wasn't there, just to collect my belongings, but I never came back to him. I found the strength to rent a small place by myself and started new chapter.

It took me a while to learn how to live by myself, the fear, the freedom mixed together gave me that unsettling feeling, but at the same time it was the first time I felt empowered, like I could do anything.