Okay, I have a story for you guys. It's not exactly cuckolding, but I feel like it has the same delicious vibe of humiliation that you'd love. Thought I'd share.
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So, I recently wrapped up with work, and since I have some weeks of free time my boyfriend kindly offered me to stay at his parents’ sea house, since it's always empty. He said he’d come visit whenever he could, but I'd be there by myself since he’s still busy with work in the city. Cool cool. I'm all for it.
This weekend, he finally came down to visit me. I’d been sun-kissed, relaxed, and radiant for days. He, on the other hand, arrived from the city: worn out, flushed from the heat, and craving my attention.
So naturally, right after dinner, I gave him some. But I was feeling a little teasy, so I decided to deny him sex. I wanted him to earn it for the following days. We settled on watching some porn together. I let him touch me on the bed, and I touched him while he sucked on my nipples. His cock was throbbing.
To make things even more evil, I whispered this little story into his ear; one I knew would drive him crazy: while he was gone, I met a guy I’d hooked up with before. Just bumped into him at the beach. We chatted for a bit, and he ended up inviting me out for drinks. My boyfriend knows him too. He’s a tall black footballer, with this intense stare and that slow, confident way of moving and talking that is off the charts hot.
I was honestly really tempted to accept his offer; but I knew it would have 100% resulted in sex, and we agreed to only do these things if my boyfriend is present and okay with it. Plus, he was still in the city for work and I was enjoying vacation time at his house, so it would have really felt off.
Anyway, while I was telling him, I kept him guessing about whether or not I’d actually said yes…
"What if I actually accepted?"
I could feel his breath catch. His body tense. He loves it when I take control.
"What if I actually went back to his place and got absolutely railed? Why do you think I don't want to have sex with you? I may be still sore from his cock…"
He wasn't sure what to believe, but he was aching for more details. Made-up details, sure. But I'm good at making it seem real. I kept teasing and jerking him off, getting him right to the edge… and then backing off.
Then I told him to make me come. He adjusted his stance to properly get me off with his fingers, while I went on with my story. "You know I love big black cocks… could I ever reject his invitation?"
I came while watching the screen, with videos depicting scenes similar to the one I was describing.
Then got back to working on my boyfriend. I got behind him, and hooked his drenched cock with my hands. I let my hands pleasure him right until the edge one last time… before leaning in and telling him he wasn’t allowed to finish that night. He gave me the sweetest, most desperate puppy eyes—and I just smiled and told him it was time for bed.
And yes, I did reassure him the story was made up… eventually… after showering and brushing my teeth ???? Also, in my mind, I would have just let him fuck me the following day.
Now, here's where things get hilarious. We go to bed, and I fall asleep while he's spooning me. At like 3AM, I wake up, feeling something. Some movement. Then I feel something else. Wet, against my butt-cheeks. Yup. He was literally coming in his sleep. Moaning and twitching. He threw off the sheets in a rush trying not to make a mess, and I turned on the bedside lamplight with one hand over my mouth, barely holding in my laughter.
"Are you okay??" I asked, in awe.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry." he said, dazed from all the sleepiness.
He got up to clean himself and change.
The next morning, he told me he was dreaming about my story, and imagining me being taken by that guy. I just smiled and told him honestly… yeah, that dream? Probably was worth the mess.
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