When I was in my early 20s I started dating a girl who'd just gotten out of "a bad relationship."
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She was really horny and forward, and basically every time I hung out with her we'd fuck.
One night she was over at my place. We were making out when suddenly she stopped me and said, "I can't."
"You can't what?"
"Why so you think I'm wearing a belt?" She demanded, like I was supposed to know.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said.
"I can't have sex!"
She broke down and admitted she'd fucked her ex earlier. She didn't want to tell me in case it scared me off, but she worked with him, and he often gave her rides to and from work.
Earlier that afternoon, he'd given her a ride from work to my apartment. On the way he stopped at his place. She gave in to temptation, went inside, and fucked him.
She promised she had no feelings for him. Just a lingering physical attraction.
Obviously, this was a bit of a mindfuck. I knew I should dump her on the spot, but she was so apologetic and also… she was smoking hot with blue eyes, freckles, and perky D-cup tits.
I forgave her, but I told her no more hitching rides from her ex. She agreed.
Two weeks later she texted me saying she needed a ride home and begging me to let her go with her ex. Public transit took forever and she couldn't afford a cab.
I relented and told her she could go with him if she needed to.
I should say, while all this was going on, my mind was a horny mess. I didn't like the idea of her cheating on me… but I did. I was jerking off every day, picturing her riding her ex before coming to see me.
The next week she came to chill at my place. We were watching a movie, making out. I tried to reach down under her jeans when she stopped me again.
"I'm wearing a belt," she said.
"…Okay…"
She sighed like I was a bit dim. (Which I was.)
"What do you think that means?" she asked, rhetorically. She answered herself: "I got a ride here. So I can give you head but that's it."
Before I could argue she had my pants off and my dick in her mouth.
It went on that way for the rest of our relationship, about 4 more months. The belt became an unspoken sign that she'd fucked her ex earlier and her pussy was out of commission. When she showed up with no belt, that meant it was my turn.
I never explicitly signed off on it, but I was sharing her pussy with her ex. She made a few comments about being sore or not being able to walk right. But she never said more and I never asked.
About a year after we broke up, she sent me a message. She was clearly wasted and horny.
I seized the moment and asked her: "Why did you keep fucking your ex?"
She finally confessed. "Honestly, I liked you, but his dick was just really big and I got used to it. After fucking, him I was worn out. I couldn't do you too so I had to tell you but I didn't want to hurt you. Did I hurt you?"
"No," I said. "I kinda guessed."
"Did you like it a little?"
"Yep," I said.
"Me too."
Every now and then, when I see a porn star who reminds me of her riding a big cock, I rub one out in her honor. My slutty little size queen.
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