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Despite living with my boyfriend for nearly a year, it’s been about two years since I’ve been fucked.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy; intelligent, funny, makes decent money. Enough that I haven’t had to work since we moved in together. I love him, and I’m more appreciative than I can put into words, but…
I try not to judge. I know he’s embarrassed about it… but he can’t fuck me. His testosterone’s too low. That, in combination with his phimosis, performance anxiety, and (as I suspect) porn addiction, makes it difficult for him to get and stay hard. At least, when I ask him to penetrate me.
We’re still intimate. Sometimes, if I pester him enough, he’ll fondle and make out with me while I get myself off. Occasionally, I can convince him to finger me. Even more occasionally, I suck his dick- though he usually pulls me off and finishes himself with his hand. It’s fun when we actually do it, but I can’t lie. I miss getting fucked. There’s nothing better than the slap of skin on skin, the stretch of my pussy as a cock jackhammers into me. The feeling of being pumped full of cum is one I miss dearly.
That’s why, after a chaste goodbye kiss and the sound of our front door shutting downstairs, I open the app store and download some hookup app with only a hundred downloads. That would make me harder to find.
It doesn’t take me long to set up my profile, despite my nervously-shaking hands.
Once I’m done, I put my phone face-down next to me.
What am I doing? I think, burying my face in my hands. He doesn’t deserve this. Just because he can’t get it up for me, that doesn’t mean I get to cheat! This is horrible. I can’t believe I’d even consider…
As I reach for my phone to delete the app, I get a notification.
You have one (1) new message from Bullcock99
I sigh. I hate how badly I want to open the message.
After a few minutes of tortured nail-biting and a heated conversation with the angel and devil on my shoulder, I sigh with defeat.
“Sorry, honey,” I mutter, opening the notification.
When the app loads, I’m met with a full-screen picture of a cock. I throw my phone face-down. My first instinct is to be repulsed, but when I think about it… really, what’d I expect on a hookup app? Certainly not a love sonnet.
I pick my phone back up and inspect the dick more closely. My mouth waters.
It’s huge, hard, and cut. Everything my boyfriend’s dick isn’t. It’s flushed an angry red, with a bulging dorsal vein and a thick base. I see the big, hefty balls that sit under, and I can almost smell the manly musk.
I can’t help but compare it to my boyfriend’s… appendage. Dick doesn’t seem like the right word anymore. His is shorter by at least two inches, and much thinner. I try to recall the way it looked the last time I saw him hard- nearly two weeks ago, now. Barely sticking out from the scraggly pubic hair, twitching weakly, his purply-brown tip straining his foreskin. I recall the tactile sensation of his balls in my hand; small, tightly pressed to his body. I love every part of him, but I have to admit the picture before me is more impressive.
I feel my pussy twitch in interest.
Before I can begin thinking of a response, I get another message.
U want it bby?
The lackluster attempt at seduction is almost enough to turn me off. Almost. I type my response.
Yeah, I do. Where can we meet?
Fifteen minutes later, I’m in the parking lot of some trashy apartment complex. My heart hammers nervously in my chest, my stomach rumbles with guilt.
Before I can chicken out, I see a figure at the entrance to the building. He’s a man, at least six foot three, wearing a wifebeater and gym shorts. His physique indicates he’s some sort of blue collar worker. The size of the twitching hard-on in his pants indicates he’s the guy I’m here for.
We lock eyes, and he smirks. He nods in a “come here” motion, and I’m hopeless to deny it.
I get out of my car, making sure to lock it. I’m certain he can hear my heartbeat as I approach him.
“H-hi, I’m-“ he doesn’t let me finish, cutting me off with a meaty slap! to my ass. I yelp. Did he really just do that in broad daylight? In public?!
My boyfriend would never be so bold. He cares too much about what others think to act on his desires like that. This guy’s impulsive, thoughtless. He takes what he wants. It makes my pussy throb.
His hand trails up to the small of my back and he pulls my hips into his. I can feel how hard his cock is beneath the layers of clothing. His lips crash into mine, and his other hand raises to hold the back of my head. It feels inescapable. My pussy clenches in anticipation.
His tongue breaches my mouth with little effort, and I moan around it. He Frenches me expertly, making sparks fly with each movement of his tongue.
Suddenly, he pulls back. He slaps my ass again as he says “Come up to my apartment.”
It’s not a question, but a demand. I shudder, and follow as he turns to enter the building.
After a continuation of our makeout in the elevator, and another in the hallway, we’re finally in his apartment. I don’t have time to examine the decor. He quickly picks me up under my arms and slams me against his bed. He pins me down with one hand, and I feel the other make its way down my body, groping and rubbing all the way.
He pulls back just enough to pull my shirt and bra up in one swift motion, leaving my tits exposed. I hear him make a little sound of pleasure when he sees them, and I feel giddy. That little uncontrollable grunt of appreciation does something to me. My boyfriend’s never shown even that much genuine appreciation for my body.
His large, rough hands both slide to my breasts. I gasp as he begins roughly fondling them. He pinches my nipples, jiggles the fat of my tits, and rubs circles around my areoles. His eyes never leave them. He’s mesmerized. I feel dizzy.
Eventually, it’s almost too much for me. I groan and wrap my legs around his hips, drawing his cock towards my slick cunt. Even through multiple layers of clothing, the feeling of his head nudging against me makes my body alight in flames. He chuckles, low and rough, and begins to grind his dick against me. My moans sound like a dog’s squeaky toy in comparison to his deep, manly grunts.
He pulls back, and we both fumble to undress. My hands shake like leaves as I unbutton my jeans. Am I really going to go through with this? I picture my boyfriend’s face. His wide, teary eyes as he discovers my infidelity. The way his voice would crack as he asked me why. I’m horrified at the way my cunt twitches at the image.
Before I can think about it any further, I feel those familiar rough hands pull me back onto the bed. The man presses me down into the mattress and forces himself between my legs. I’m fully exposed to his wandering eyes. I’m worried about how I must look- all sweaty and debauched. My hair’s probably a mess.
“God, you’re hot,” he groans. I feel the thick, twitching cockhead press against my entrance. I let out a shuddering breath.
This whole time, I’d thought my boyfriend’s ED was my fault. That I wasn’t attractive enough to get him hard. Now, with this stranger looking at my body in pure lust and twitching excitedly, I see I’ve never been the problem. It’s euphoric to be wanted so carnally, and I whimper tearfully.
He doesn’t stop to ask what’s wrong. He’s too out of it with lust to care. Instead, his rock-hard cock finally breaches my hole, and I cry out in pleasure. He pulls back from me, withdrawing his huge cock with an aching slowness before ramming himself back into me with the force of someone who wants me.
He slams himself into me over and over, pace quickening with each earth-shattering thrust. I couldn’t stop the pleasured moans from escalating into screams even if I wanted to.
“You like that?” He asks, despite the answer being obvious. “You like my dick?”
“Yes, fuck,” I cry, “it’s- it’s so big! So fucking good!”
I feel him smirk where his face is buried against my neck. “You like it more than your boyfriend’s?”
I wail in pleasure as he punctuates his question with a pointed thrust.
“Yes!” I scream. “God, yes!”
He doesn’t stop as he flips me over in one smooth motion. It’s a display of strength and coordination that I know my boyfriend could never pull off. His hand makes swift, stinging contact with my ass, which jiggles obscenely.
His heavy balls slap against my swollen clit, making pleasure explode through every nerve with each swift thrust. I’m panting and drooling into his pillow, my moans-half muffled. That won’t do, so he grabs my head by the hair and readjusts it so each sound of pleasure can ring through the apartment. Distantly, I wonder if his neighbors can hear. If they’re getting off on the sound of me getting fucked for the first time in years.
I’m embarrassed to admit that I don’t last much longer after that. Not half a dozen thrusts later, I feel my cunt tightening around his thick dick and I cry out that I’m cumming.
He doubles his efforts, grunting and huffing and demanding- “Cum for me, you- fucking- whore!”
My mind whites out as I crash head-over-heels into my orgasm. I hear a scream of debauched pleasure, and know it must be my own. My walls clench rhythmically around his cock, which hasn’t slowed a bit, as every last drop of pleasure is wrung from my body.
He slows only for a minute as I catch my breath. Once my breathing’s in check, his thrusts start again, less rhythmic than before.
I whine from the near-painful pleasure of overstimulation. He doesn’t care. He keeps using me for his pleasure, delighting in the way my body jiggles with every thrust. I hear him groaning through gritted teeth, muttering “Take it, take it, take it…”
His body folds over mine, and his hot breath in my ear makes me shiver.
“I’m gonna cum in you,” he asserts “and your man’s gonna be none the wiser.”
I laugh, a little delirious. “He’s not my man,” I slur, “he’s barely a man at all.”
He chuckles, caught off-guard by my answer. He’s breathless with the effort of his thrusting.
Not much later, with a shudder and a deep groan, I feel him empty his heavy balls into me. I moan helplessly at the fluid that floods my clenching cunt. It’s more cum than my boyfriend could ever hope to produce. Each spurt from his twitching tip seeps into my womb with a surge of primal pleasure. I whine at the loss when he pulls out of me.
I lay there for several minutes, just feeling the cum drip out of my pussy and down my thighs. I hear the iOS camera shutter sound effect from behind me, but I really can’t bring myself to care. If that picture gets out and my boyfriend sees it, maybe he’ll be motivated to finally fuck me like a real man.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the man getting dressed. I almost laugh when I realize that he’s even bigger than my boyfriend when he’s soft, too.
“That was good,” he says, picking my clothes up off the floor and tossing them at me. “We’re gonna do it again. Come back tomorrow.”
My heart flutters at the demand. I’m unable to deny that deep, assertive voice.
“Of course,” I say. “I’m sure my boyfriend won’t mind.”