Longtime lurker who has enjoyed many a story here for my own personal pleasure, so I thought I’d finally give back. Please forgive the writing style and the length, I’ve never written in this format before and got a bit carried away. Also fair warning this story involves cheating but don’t worry I’m not here to dump my emotional baggage on you so read on ye of (an appetite for) little faith. Haha.
A little about my appearance: I’m a small, petite, Asian girl who’s always got a bit of a tan going on due to my sun addiction. Sensible, breast length hair in a simple cut, dyed a little darker than my normal color because I got tired of the typical light brown highlights I’ve always sported. I think I’m a 32A, but I don’t wear bras unless I must so I’ll just say that I follow my ancestor’s genetics and have small boobs (but they’re enough on my frame to differentiate that I’m definitely female). I look young and pretty innocent for my age, so it might be a surprise to you that I have some jewelry adorning my nipples and clitoral hood (some GW posters have some lovely pictures of their piercings if you want to get an idea of what that looks like).
I’m wrapping up my last year of university, and in doing so I’ve entered a relationship with a great guy. He’s smart, witty, athletic, tall with beautiful blue eyes and a sharp jawline. Our sex life is not… bad, but this story isn’t about him; it’s about a boy named Alexandre. Alex is tall, 6’5” if I had to guess, lean, blonde, and a high-functioning degenerate. He’s European, and has a slight accent that gives a nod to his UK roots. And he also models in his spare time.
I actually met Alex through a friend, at a time where people just easily become friends through common interests. Long story short, they started dating, he fell for her, she wasn’t as into him, they broke up a few months ago via video chat. Throughout it all, I’ve remained good friends with them both and never saw him as anything more than a friend (we’ve even shared a bed in the past when he or I needed a place to stay). To be honest, out of the two of them I was much more attracted to her than I was to him – which lent itself to a few low-inhibition moments with her but never anything that we escalated.
Anyway, last term we had bought tickets to an event that began with Jägerbombs and only escalated in intoxication from there. The night closed with hours of teasing and exploring each other’s bodies, culminating with him fucking and choking me from behind and groaning as he emptied himself into me. The next morning, despite some of my regret for cheating on my boyfriend, we had one more round of slow, tantalizing foreplay and came together – me underneath begging for his cum and screaming obscenities into a pillow.
I tried so hard to resist going back after that. But every moment of every day I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he moved inside me as he came – spasming and twitching while groaning my name – or how the power dynamic between us would flow; one moment my hand on his throat forcing him to stay still as I teased his cock and in another me grinding into his body telling him he could do anything he wanted with me as long as I could cum.
Eventually I went over to his place to smoke. Or really to fuck, under the thin guise of “needing a smoke break” that did little to hide the texts and snapchat messages describing how we liked it and where we liked it and every other sordid detail that one doesn’t share unless they want it to be of use to the other party. Even after his friends left the room I tried to pretend I had enough self-control to resist the urge to press up and capture his lips with mine. But the second he brushed his fingers along my throat it was over; I held out for a few more minutes of silence punctuated with groans as he started pressing down harder.
I pushed myself up and spun around to pin him in a seated position against the couch, with my knees on either side of him. Furiously making out, pulling his head to the side, and teasing my way up his throat to his ears, all I could think of was how fucking good he felt inside of me. Breaking apart for a moment, we got up, locked the door, and looked at each other. *Am I really doing this? Should I be doing this?*
The tension was broken as I shoved Alex to the bed, forcing his arms above his head. Stay. The thrill and the power of having him looking up at me in pure hunger and need rushed through my body. “You’re such a fucking tease.” As we eased his clothes off, I had to break the passion of the moment with my admiration of his God-given hardware. Thick, slightly curved, and an honest guesstimation of 7.5” long (I just asked him today before posting, he claims it is closer to 8”), this was by far the largest penis I’ve encountered in my admittedly short life. After paying my appropriate compliments for a few minutes, I stood up as he pushed himself up to a seated position.
“Take my clothes off,” I ordered. As he eased my underwear down past my knees, he started to plant kisses up my inner thigh to my dripping center. Before he could make it, however, I tackled him down to hover over him – close enough to brush my chest against his but denying us both the what we wanted most. As his hands drifted down my sides, dipping in at my waist and coming to rest on my ass, I leaned down to play with that sweet spot right under his jaw. His hands tightened, grabbing me and trying to pull himself closer. Things became a blur of skin against skin, hard against soft, and light teasing touches. My hand crept up to his throat while I brushed my hardened nipples against his shaft and up along his torso; I ground my clit against him, spreading my wetness around as I got more and more turned on.
Eventually even I couldn’t handle the teasing and began to ease myself onto him. Letting out small moans as I worked myself down, I felt him hit every single spot, catching on that sweet spot that made my mind go blank. As I lowered myself to take him completely inside, we both let out groans of satisfaction as he twitched. I began rocking up and down while bringing my hands to his throat. “God, you feel so good.” I began moving faster and faster, feeling myself getting closer to my first orgasm. As I fell forward, struggling to maintain control of myself, Alex began thrusting up to meet me, slapping my ass with more and more vigour as I twitched with each sting. I dug my teeth into his shoulder, trying to muffle my screams as I felt myself tighten and cum around him.
Before I could even catch my breath, he flipped me over onto my stomach. My mind hazy with pleasure, I had no way of resisting him taking control. As he pulled my ass in the air and spread my knees he decided it was his turn to tease: “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Yessss please…” “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to leave this room.” All I could do was moan unintelligibly as he slowly entered me from behind. I could feel him pushing and stretching me, pleasure bordering on the edge of pain as he began thrusting harder and faster. Trying to turn my head around to breathe and move my hair away from my face, I was forced back around as Alex slipped his hand around my throat.
Between my moans and my gasps, I tried to tell him I was cuumming again. The pillow muffled my screams, barely, as my legs began to tremble. “Alexandre, please, I want your cum.” The words slipped out before I even realized how fucking badly I wanted it. Begging and pleading for him to fill me up, I felt myself edging closer to another orgasm with Alex’s hands massaging my ass and pulling me to him. Suddenly, his breathless grunts changed to exclamations: “I’m going to cum, fuck, I’m about to cum.”
There’s a reason why I’m addicted to fucking Alex and a large part of it is how it feels when he cums inside of me. Hearing his groans, feeling his hands dig into me as he starts to shudder and his legs start to shake, and most of all just knowing that he’s cumming and filling me up after manipulating my body into so many orgasms of its own… it always sets me off to cum with him one last time. And when he finally, slowly, achingly pulls himself out of me, feeling the pop as he leaves me and the warm drizzle of cum as it starts to run out is like ecstasy. I’m always sore afterwards, as he never fails to stretch me out. But knowing our dirty little secret and feeling his cum staining my underwear as I eventually walk home only makes it harder to resist any opportunity that arises to fuck him.
*On a side note:* I originally wrote this for personal reasons to relive what I thought would be a one-time thing, but Alex and I have fucked again a few times (with plans to get a little kinkier in the future). We’re playing this game where I pretend I can resist sleeping with him but he knows my weaknesses and brutally uses them to his advantage. Sigh. Will keep you updated with any fun stories!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77oay0/cheating_mf_didnt_realize_i_loved_cum_so_much
Oh great, now I’m horny
Im confused are u still with your bf or broke up?
mmmm i liked your first story.
i enjoy reading the way alex filled you up and made you hungry for more. you did a great job of describing how you felt as you eased down onto him. very hot
Wow, you’re good at this!
This was very well written and hot.
Not to be a killjoy, but you really need to confess to your boyfriend and/or break up with him if you haven’t already.
Also, super hot read.
I wish every girl loves feeling guys cum inside of them the way you do.
At least break up with your boyfriend and let him find someone who won’t fuck around behind his back.
> Anyway, last term we had bought tickets to an event that began with Jägerbombs and only escalated in intoxication from there. The night closed with hours of teasing and exploring each other’s bodies…
Great story, could you write out this part at more length? Give more of a sense of the buildup, how it escalated, what you were thinking and feeling at the time for the first hookup?
Ah, hi everyone! Thanks for your responses/messages, I’ve never really posted before (especially like this) so it’s simultaneously very overwhelming and really liberating to know my story can have any sort of effect on people.
I didn’t want to ruin the story with all the relationship drama, but I did actually tell my boyfriend after the first time I cheated. He and I had an open relationship prior to this term because we were not close together geographically, but decided to give monogamy a try. (Doesn’t justify anything, I still definitely suck for cheating.) After the first time he told me, and I quote, “you know I don’t really care about you sleeping with other people” which definitely floored me since he suggested monogamy in the first place. It was such a scary moment/nerve-wracking experience to tell him and he reacted so calmly!
What that incident really did was help us open up about other problems in our relationship that led to me straying with Alex the first time. And it re-opened up our relationship as well! I don’t exactly have a carte blanche to sleep with anyone anytime anywhere, but my boyfriend is fully aware of what’s going on with Alex. He himself is bicurious so I’m trying to get him and Alexandre to meet sometime and see where things go eventually? *cough* He’s shy though. So any tips would be appreciated. :)
I really appreciate everyone looking out for him though, I didn’t realize that part of the backstory was something people cared about. It’s hard to decide ~what’s hot and what’s not~ for the story! But **tl;dr** for people on the boyfriend point: we’re still together, he’s fully aware of what happened/what’s going on, and maybe you’ll hear a story or two about him sometime!
You are an excellent writer and your story was fantastic.
I really hope that you will continue to post, especially when you get more kinky in the future with Alex. :)