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TLDR:
My Bengali ex-hijabi gf ditched the hijab for tight dresses and gym leggings, loving the thirsty stares from campus guys. With my encouragement, she started sexting multiple dudes, forwarding me their flirty texts, dick pics, and desperate jerk-off videos while teasing them with nudes. It rewired us both, pushing us into our first real cuckold experience. She matched with a tall, ripped white bull and she got rawed for hours by an older white bull in his LIC high-rise while I waited downstairs like an Uber, then spilled every dirty detail on the ride home.
Full Story:
After months of her driving thirsty campus dudes insane with her sexts, forwarding me every dick pic, every shaky video of them jerking off and asking for more of her nudes, and her sexting back with teases; our sex was straight-up mind blowing. We’d jump onto each other the second she shoved her phone in my face, reading me the latest filth while I slid into her dripping hole. I’d grab her throat, and call her a shameless little cocktease and she’d gasp back, Your shameless cocktease Daddy…but god it feels so fucking good making them ache for me. It was addictive, toxic and both our minds were rewiring.
We both knew texts and nudes weren’t gonna cut it forever. Many times during those sweaty post-fuck talks, with her softly stroking my spent cock back to life, she’d whisper things like, “Imagine if one of them actually got their hands on me, feeling me me, fucking me”. This would instantly make me hard and I’d flip her over and start fucking her like a maniac. We both knew what was happening and eventually one day I said, I’d let you be a total whore for someone else, as long as you crawl back to me dripping and to tell me every dirty second. We needed the real thing. Skin on skin, someone else making her moan. But we knew enough to not risking with anyone from campus. We did not want anyone to call her easy slut and me the cuck (even though, let’s be real, that’s exactly what we were turning into lol).
So she fired up every dating apps. Tinder, Bumble, Hinge, OkCupid, even Salams just to get potential desi / Muslim guys. Her profiles were pure sin. Sundresses clinging to her every curve, tits pushed up just right, gym leggings highlighting her thick fat ass. Matches poured in like crazy. We’d swipe together sometimes. Then slowly the real sexting kicked off. She would send thirsty, slutty pics and with slutty texts like, come ruin this if you dare. Dudes sent their best, jerking their bid dicks and even tributes splattered across her printed nudes. She’d spam me the proof all day at work or in class, keeping me edged and hard.
We finally settled on a white guy, little older than us, in his early 30s. Worked in finance with a killer LIC apartment with those floor-to-ceiling windows. Getting railed against that glass while the whole city could watch, had always been one of her biggest fantasy. His profile checked every box. Tall, ripped, and the chemistry was on from day one, and a cherry on top a thick cock that made her drool. We’d been trading filth with him for weeks: him describing exactly how he’d own her throat, her pussy, fuck her next to the window, make her forget her own name. Date night got locked in, but, it landed on the one evening that I had to work late. Pretty sure my gf picked that day on purpose, knowing I’d be suffering.
Morning of, she tortured me slow. Snaps of the outfit: tiny black lace bra, matching thong disappearing between those juicy cheeks. Then a video of her showing me how we she already was from anticipation. Final pic before she bounced: Classy black dress with a slit, high heels making her ass look criminal, dolled up, and with glossy lips begging to be ruined. Texts reading “all ready, wish me luck daddy”. Fuck, she was stunning. Stung a little realizing she hadn’t gone this all out for me in forever. But that jealousy just made my cock throb harder.
Update slowly started to pour. First the rooftop bar pics with fancy drinks, her smirking next to him looking way too cozy. Then dinner shots, with his hand high on her bare thigh under the table. Texts like “He can’t keep his hands off me already”. Then “Oh, a really good kisser too ?.” My pulse was hammering. The ice-cold jealousy rush in my hands and feet, mixed with pure lust.
Finally the killer: “Date’s done… heading back to his place ?.” I Couldn’t fucking handle it. I faked being sick and ditched work early. Hauled my ass through NYC traffic to head to her dates place in LIC, with my dick throbbing the whole drive. More pics trickled: his sleek apartment, that endless floor to ceiling glass wall glowing with city lights. Last one before radio silence: her stripped to just bra and thong, him behind her, kissing on her neck, big hands groping her tits.
I parked nearby and texted, “I’m downstairs whenever you’re ready, baby. I’ll pick you up.” No reply for a while (Later she told me that when she finally saw that message pop up, knowing I was actually waiting right outside, it made her light up inside. The fact that I was there, supporting her, turned her on even more and gave her total confidence to let go completely, to be an absolute slut for him without any guilt).
The wait shredded me. Anxious, jealous, and shaking. Got so desperate I started circling the building like a creep, staring up trying to guess the floor, the side, praying for even a shadow of her getting pounded against the glass. Walked laps for hours in the cold, then I gave up and went back to the car, mind racing with filthy imagination.
Five brutal hours later, close to 2 AM I get a text “Finally coming down… had the absolute best time ??.” I immediately text back: “Pretend I’m your Uber.” I pulled up front.
There she was, strolling out on his arm, hair completely wrecked, makeup ruined, lipstick gone. Even her walk had that freshly-fucked wobble, thighs rubbing together like she was still tingling. He walked her out like a gentleman and pulled her in for one last deep kiss, hand full-on groping that juicy ass. She slid into my passenger seat without looking back ( I immediately have a faceplant moment, who gets in on the front seat of an uber?!). I glance up and the dude waved goodbye with a smirk as I pulled away.
Soon as we turned the corner, she says to pull over somewhere quit.
Found a spot, killed the lights. She climbed over the console and kissed me with the hungriest tongue kiss ever, hand straight to my bulge. I could immediately smell the sex, her sweet perfume drowned in sweat and his scent. Her mouth tasted used, different, in the hottest fucking way.
We tumbled into the backseat, clawing at each other. I was frantic: “Tell me everything, baby. Every nasty detail. Did you take pics?”
She jumped on me, yanked my cock out, started stroking slow and torturous while grinding her soaked pussy on my thigh. “No pics. Was too busy. And no condom the whole night too Daddy. Felt every inch of that thick dick stretching me out.” She leaned down, started sucking me and spilled everything in detail. “As soon as I got inside, his hands were all over me, feeling me, touching me everywhere. We kissed passionately while he played with my pussy in bed. I was so wet Daddy. “
“Then he picked me up, faced me towards the windows and fucked me senseless. Anyone down below could’ve looked up and seen your girlfriend getting railed like a whore. I squirted all over the windows and floor there.”
I groaned, thrusting into her mouth. “Was he big as the pictures?”
“Bigger and way thicker… hit spots you’ve never reached.” She popped off, grinning. “I could barely suck half way on his dick. We went round after round. Bed, couch, kitchen island. He bent me over everything, choked me, face fucked me, slapped my ass and called me his filthy little slut. I was begging, screaming his name, cumming so hard my legs shook.”
“Did he…?”
She licked up my shaft slow, eyes locked on mine. “Pulled out every time like a gentleman. Cummed on my ass, my face and made me swallow few times too.”
The visuals made me rock hard. Knowing she took him raw all night, felt his bigger thicker dick inside her… the tease was unbearable.
Then the bomb: “Oh, and right before the last round, I told him. Whispered in his ear while riding him slow. ‘My boyfriend’s parked outside waiting like a good little boy to drive me home.’
“You fucking told him?!” I practically shouted, hips bucking.
She swallowed me deep again, humming yes around my cock. That sent me over. Shy, rage, the lust and I exploded hard down her throat, yelling as she gulped every drop, messy and eager.
Pulled off with a filthy pop, lips swollen and glossy, wicked grin. “Mmm yeah… and Daddy? I already can’t wait for round two with him next weekend ?.”
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