I Set Up a Meeting with a Stranger So I Wouldn’t Lose My Boyfriend

“I have it in my mouth. He’s tearing through me completely, and all I can think is that I’ve never felt anything like this before.” It’s the only thing I can string together when my neurons, which a second earlier had gone flying, slowly knit themselves back into order.

I’m in the middle of nowhere, inside a half-abandoned barn, kneeling on the straw because I was the one who decided to meet a complete stranger. And it all started with a single sentence.

—I need some time to think about whether you’re the woman of my life —Adrián had told me three weeks ago.

According to him, I lacked fire. Passion. I was too shy, and that forced him to swallow down whatever fantasy crossed his mind. Before me, he’d been with many women and never hid the fact that in bed he was the kind of man who asked for things. I didn’t care; he was my first boyfriend, and I was willing to learn. The problem was those things he would suggest in a low voice, things I always stopped at the last second, dead with embarrassment.

To make matters worse, lately he’d been going out every night with people from work to a very specific bar. It’s not that I was spying on him, but a social network slipped me a photo of him staring at the waitress’s cleavage, and I started to be afraid of losing him.

—You need to let yourself go, Marina —my best friend Lucía kept telling me—. It’s not him, it’s you, ashamed of your own desire.

Maybe she was right. And since I didn’t dare confess to Adrián that I didn’t know how to give him what he asked for, I did something utterly unthinkable for me. Searching online for a way to please him, I came across a terse ad.

“I neither pay nor charge. I only give pleasure and teach you how to give it.”

I felt a knot winding itself around my gut. I didn’t want to lose him, and if there was something I could do to win him back… Maybe that was exactly what I was missing: a stranger, a guide, someone with no past with me to teach me how to let go of the reins.

I gathered my courage and wrote to him. I told him about my situation, what I was looking for, what scared me. His reply was one single demand: a photo, in a dress and without underwear, on my knees. I didn’t need to show anything; it was enough that I knew I was naked underneath.

I did it. And I was embarrassed to discover that, while I was taking the photo for a stranger, my nipples hardened and my sex grew wet. I sent it. A few minutes later I received some coordinates and a time.

I almost didn’t go. What if he was a lunatic? What if I didn’t like him? Who in their right mind would come up with something like this? And yet there I was, showering, getting dressed, and driving to the indicated place, with cold hands and a body on fire.

The barn smelled of hay. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying ever so slightly. “Come on, Marina, you’re doing this for your future with Adrián. Don’t chicken out now”, I told myself as I walked to the lit center and knelt to wait.

It was the longest five minutes of my life. The moment the wood creaked, every one of my senses went on alert. A shadow approached, and I knew it was him.

Worn brown boots, jeans, plaid shirt. And when I got to his face, I realized it was half-covered with a scarf, like an outlaw. Not being able to see his face, discovering how broad he was, excited me in a way I hadn’t expected.

—Hello, Marina —he said, stopping in front of me.

—Hello, sir.

He looked down at me. I could almost tell he was smiling beneath the fabric.

—I see you obeyed. —He put his hand in my hair and gathered it in his fist—. Beautiful mane. Long, just the way I like it for wrapping around my wrist.

—Thank you, sir.

—I liked your message. I liked knowing you want me to instruct you, and I liked that your boyfriend is looking for a woman willing to do anything in his bed. Is that what you want to be, Marina?

I wasn’t sure, so I just nodded. His thumb, broad and rough, traced my lower lip.

—You’re pretty and you have a mouth made for this. Part it. Stick out your tongue.

I obeyed, and he sank a finger in, probing me. I hadn’t expected it, and the motion sent another wave of wetness surging between my legs.

—That’s it. Open, make room, because in a very little while you’re going to have all of me in there.

His words lit me up even more, especially when he pressed to the back and made me gag. He eased off at once.

—Easy. Breathe. Get used to it. —He repeated the gesture, patient, until my throat stopped resisting—. Now lift your chin. Back straight.

I straightened as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. What he showed me was a lot bigger than anything I’d ever seen. I thought it was impossible that it would fit inside me.

—Do you like what you see?

I nodded, because with my mouth open I couldn’t speak. A strong, intense masculine scent filled my nostrils.

—Good. First lesson. Keep your teeth away, Marina.

He took my face in his hands and thrust in.

And now I’ve got it wedged in my mouth, and I feel it so brutally that nothing compares. Every cell in my body has woken up at once. My skin is so sensitive it almost stings, and I think I’m soaking the straw, because I have nothing on under the dress.

He thrusts in and out, holding my head with both hands. “He’s fucking my mouth, my God”, I think, and my stomach clenches. It’s raw, primitive sex, with not a single embellishment. And I die and come back to life with every thrust, because this man has the skill to make me want it, to make me want him to use me like this, to leave me breathless and almost choke on my own saliva.

The intrusive little voice in my head is not wrong: if he keeps this relentless assault up much longer, I’m going to come. And that, with Adrián, was unthinkable. I could barely relax. Here, on the other hand, I gasp when he presses harder, and I even like the faint stab of pain.

—You love it, don’t you, Marina? Fuck, the way you suck it.

His hips rock without rest. I drool like a fountain and he gets bolder. He reaches the back of my throat and pins me against his pelvis, not letting me pull away.

—That’s it, stay still. Look how you take all of me.

He isn’t being tender or careful. It’s the opposite: rough, stripped bare, conquering; the way he handles me brushes against pain. And yet I plead guilty when the pressure of his fingers disappears and begins again.

—This is how I’m going to fuck you later —he says—. But first I’m going to eat that pussy, because I’m sure it’s already dripping.

A monstrous contraction shakes my cunt, spilling onto the floor beneath me. He notices and gives a low laugh, the kind that melts me into a puddle.

He pulls out his cock and, by reflex, I drag the tip of my tongue along my lip, seeking its taste. He doesn’t take long to read me. He presses the head against my lips again, giving me what I’m asking for without me having to ask in words. I catch the viscous bead he leaves behind, taste it on my tongue, and moan, because it’s not enough. I throw myself in without shame, licking him all over, lingering on the wet tip, and a tortured groan escapes him when I close my mouth around him and suck slowly.

“I want to choke on him”, I realize, fascinated, with no trace of the paralyzing fear I used to know. I’m not afraid of gagging or suffocating. I’m not ashamed that tears escape from the corners of my eyes or that saliva runs down my chin, or that he sees it, sees me like this. I suck him again, telling him without words that I want him inside. He drives his hips forward, fills me completely, pulls back, and repeats the movement once, twice, three times.

Then he mutters a curse, pulls out abruptly, and, gripping my arms, turns my whole body until I’m facing away from him. I don’t have time to complain about the burn in my knees: in a fraction of a second he has me bent over at the waist, cheek pressed to the straw, and one huge palm flattened against my lower back so I won’t straighten up.

His breathing grows as rough as mine when, with his free hand, he hikes up my skirt and starts stroking my naked ass cheeks. A moan climbs up my throat and dies instantly: his open palm slaps my right cheek, and right after that the center of my soaked sex. I cry out. I writhe. He grips harder.

—Do you want to know what I’m made of or not? —I stop struggling at his harsh tone and whimper yes—. Good. Because today I’m going to enjoy you however much I feel like. And I’m going to make you discover what you really are. —He leans down until his mouth is at my ear—. Mine.

He straightens, scoops up the wetness of my sex from behind with two fingers, and drags it higher, to a place no one, not even I, had ever touched. I tense. His voice, rasped raw, breaks the silence again.

—Lift that ass for me, Marina. —He isn’t asking. He’s demanding. And I raise my hips as high as I can.

—What are you…? —My question drowns in a long, lingering moan. He has buried his face between my thighs from behind, and his tongue —bold, impossible in that position— swallows my swollen clit.

“He’s going to make me come in his mouth.”

I feel an orgasm rising inside me, threatening to be catastrophic. I chain one gasp to another. It’s coming. I can feel it climbing. And then he pulls his face away, just as suddenly as he buried it there. He leaves me hanging, suspended. I whimper. I hear his low laugh.

—Ask me to fuck you, Marina. Ask me. Beg me, or I’m leaving right now.

—I want it… I want it inside me, sir, please —I beg, and the rush that travels through my body as I do is instant.

—Lie on your side.

I obey. I can’t see him, but he can see me. He pulls my breasts out of the neckline and pinches my nipples.

—They’re huge, just the way I like them. Heavy. What a waste, having this and your boyfriend not knowing how to make use of it.

The thought made me even wetter. He was stroking himself with his free hand; I could hear it, and it excited me to know he was masturbating while looking at me. He lay down behind me so I could feel how hard he was against my cunt. He wrapped a hand around my throat and brought his mouth to my ear.

—Do you trust me?

—I trust you, sir —I murmured, and as a reward he bit my ear.

—Then enjoy it. That’s all. Giving you what you don’t even know you want is my job.

He lifted my leg, opening me for him. He bit my shoulder through my clothes, kneaded one breast, and pinched the nipple hard. I moaned, my breath in tatters, desperate to have him inside. He closed his fingers around my throat with just enough pressure for the lack of air to echo between my legs; he grabbed his cock, placed the tip at my entrance, and in one single stroke drove all the way in. I screamed. He groaned from deep in his gut.

—God, you’re huge! —I stammered, and a laugh slipped from him through his nose.

—I’m buried all the way in and I haven’t fallen out. I can’t be that huge.

—You are —I insisted, half-choked—. But I like how you feel.

He began to move slowly, with long thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in just as slowly. When I started to link one moan to another, he changed the rhythm and fucked me hard, palming my clit with his free hand every time he drove into me. I writhed, spread my legs wider, pushed my ass out to feel him deeper. He was panting too, like a possessed man, never letting up the violence of his thrusts. He tightened his fingers around my throat a little more, and the burn in my cunt and the sensation of suffocation merged into something that drove me to the edge.

I felt the orgasm slam into me hard. I was at my point of no return, and I knew he was coming with me.

—Come. Now. —The slap he brought down on my clit sent me taut from head to toe and made me convulse. My contractions finished the job, milking him, and with an almost animal roar he drove in one last time and emptied himself completely inside me.

I’ve just been given so much more than an orgasm. Much more than Adrián ever came with me. My body goes soft, liquid.

—I’m not going to ask whether you liked it, because I know you did —he tells me near my ear—. You’re more than enough for any man, do you hear me? Don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise. You deserve someone who knows how to value everything you carry inside.

As soon as he pulls away, I feel the loss like a hollow.

—Why do you sound like a goodbye? —I ask.

—Because it’s time for me to go. I think you’ve already learned how to let yourself go. Wasn’t that what you were looking for?

—What if I need more lessons? —I murmur, my voice trembling, not daring to look at him.

—Is that what you want? More lessons from me?

I manage to turn around and look at him, my breasts bare and my thighs smeared with his come.

—Yes —I hear myself confess.

His dark eyes bore into me from beneath the edge of the scarf.

—And are you willing to cross any boundary I set?

I swallow hard and tell myself I’m doing this for my relationship. That it’s only for that reason.

—Yes.

—Very well. Then, until next time, Marina. —He crouches, lifts one breast, pulls the scarf aside just enough, and sucks my nipple with such force that he leaves a mark. I scream, and I enjoy it. Then he straightens and disappears into the darkness of the barn as silently as he came.

I stay kneeling on the straw, still trembling, listening to his footsteps fade away. And as I pull my dress down over my marked skin, one certainty hits me harder than anything he’s done to me tonight: I’m no longer sure I’m doing this for Adrián.