Hey, you. I think we should probably talk. There’s something that I think you might want to know about me, but I have been scared to share. But, well, you’ve recently told me about some things that get you off…which has made me reconsider keeping a few things from you. Promise you won’t be mad?
Okay.
First off, I know I shouldn’t really feel bad about any of this because we’re really not together. I mean, sure, we’ve been having fun for a while together and are such good friends but like, I could never see you as…a boyfriend? Lover? Life partner? We’re just great friends, right? Who actually have a little more fun than most friends do. And sure, you take such good care of me but I know you don’t want to put up with a little brat like myself. You’re just being a sweet guy, right? Okay, good.
Well, remember the other night when we were drinking and you started telling me about your secret turn-ons? Those ones you’ve kept hidden under the rug for years? Oh, you know which turn-ons I’m talking about. And I’ve known for a long time. I remember telling you in passing about the biggest cock I ever took and being surprised to see you rock hard under your pants. I didn’t say anything, but believe me, I noticed. It was no surprise when you up and confessed after a few glasses of wine. That said, I was still hesitant to tell you this story until your little confession the other night.
So here’s my confession.
Remember that time – it’s been what, three years? – that I went out to Vegas with my girl friend and you stayed back in town? Well, what I didn’t tell you is that we weren’t alone. Sooo it turns out that my girl friend has some guy friends too, literally just friends, and well, one of them is kinda cute. He’s nothing like you, Mr. Tall and Slim. He’s built, with thick arms, strong legs, and…that’s not all.
Sure, he’s not as smart as you and definitely not as kind. But that’s not what girls always want. No. Certainly not me.
After I kissed you goodbye, I drove to the pharmacy and got a box of condoms. Then I headed to the airport. I knew what I was doing.
On the flight over, as I stared out the window looking at the landscape pass beneath me – green plains, then the Rockies, then the dry desert mountains – I thought of you. Sitting at home, doing your homework, being a good boy. And I thought of him. Holding me down, pulling off my thong, gripping my neck before…you know. I knew I could get him to do it. After all, have you SEEN me? With my fat little ass, tight hips, and double D’s I could have him in no time. My thoughts slipped into dreams as I fell asleep before wakening to the sound of the plane’s tires hitting the runway. I was there.
We had a fun girl’s day out, nothing too crazy, and I sent you pics all along. Hitting the strip, seeing the casinos and getting drinks, and soaking in the sights around town. Late that night, we changed at the hotel and put on some sexier outfits. I had a short sparkly skirt, with a revealing top. My ass was practically hanging out of the bottom. You’d never seen me in anything like this, and maybe you never will. You’d have lost your mind.
Once we were all made up, we met up with her friends. There he was, strong and handsome as ever. I thought I caught a flirty gleam in his eye as we said our hellos, and I gave one right back.
We hit up a couple of bars off the strip, first getting some mixed drinks. As the night went on, I saw that you called me several times. I didn’t pick up. I didn’t text. You were in the palm of my hand, my sweet little cuck, and you’d let me get away with anything. So I turned my phone off. And I gave him all the attention you weren’t getting. Meanwhile, you were probably lying in bed, cock in hand, thinking about the last time you were inside my pussy and not knowing that someone else was going to stretch me out tonight.
Once we left the bars and went to a real club, I pulled him out onto the dance floor. He wasn’t shy, and I felt his firm hands against my body as we moved to the music. He was being a little too polite – I wonder if my girl friend had told him about you – so I had to do a little coaxing. But not much. Seeing me in my glittery miniskirt and top amongst the darkness and flashing lights of the dance floor, his eyes burned pure desire. So I made my move. I *slowly* turned around, all the while dancing, until my ass was rubbing up against him. As I pushed my soft, thick cheeks against him and rubbed up and down, round and round, I felt him gradually get harder and harder. His hand found its place on my stomach, and I put mine over it, moving it lower. Daring him, teasing him, begging him to make his move. Ever so subtly, I felt his hand slide over my mound. His other hand began feeling up my ass that you love so much. I was so hot. Our sweaty bodies were rubbing together on the dance floor, only his jeans and my tight skirt keeping his throbbing cock and my body apart. After an hour so of dancing ever dirtier and dirtier – and my friend leaving early – I asked him if we could go back to his hotel room.
Lucky me. He said yes.
When we got there, the lights were already on. I told him to turn them off, and he did as I said. The city lights dimly illuminated the room, casting slight shadows across the room. Then I felt his firm hands finally make their way up my skirt. I had been aching for this moment for so long. How long, you might ask? Since I left you and bought those condoms? No, since the last time we fucked and I felt your skinny arms against mine and wished it was his strong, muscular body pinning me down and fucking me senseless.
He kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth while also guiding me slowly backward toward the bed. When I got to the bed’s edge, he gently pushed me onto the bed. I slowly turned over, getting on my hands and knees to expose my ass to him. Taking the cue, he slid off my miniskirt to reveal my thong. It’s the one that I bought when you and I last went to the mall. You tried to buy it for me, but I wouldn’t let you because…well, look at where it is now.
As his lips and tongue grazed my cheeks, I felt them moving closer to my hips. He stopped, and I felt him slowly pull the thong off with his teeth. I thought I might have another soft, loving boy like you again for a moment, but then I felt a firm *smack!* across my ass. I squealed, crying out but not protesting. He hit me again and again and I knew then that I was in for a new ride that night. This was not my loving boy, this was a fucking man.
My ass still stinging with pain, I felt one of his fingers slide into my already wet pussy. He was so assertive, not like you always asking my permission for things. Normally I’m the assertive one. But not that night. He treated me for what I am. A dirty. Little. Slut.
So I did something I hadn’t even done for you yet. I guided his finger out of me and to my face, putting it in my mouth and gazing into his eyes as I sucked off every last drop of my wetness. Then, looking into his deep, dark eyes the whole time, I slid down his pants and underwear. When I saw the size of his cock, I was almost shocked. With you, I’ve gotten used to seeing a long cock but…his was so thick. I knew it would have a hard time squeezing into my tight little hole, but fortunately I was so wet for him.
I brought my head down to it, and tasted him. Remember how long we fucked before I did that for you? Well, he got it in one night. And it was sooo good. I flicked my tongue up and down every inch of his long, thick, sweaty cock and tasted the precum dripping out of him. His delicious head throbbed in my mouth. His fingers played through my hair, first gently and then grasping strongly. I felt him grab my head and begin fucking my throat. He was so thick, and hard, and rough. A real man. I let him fuck my face until I thought I was going to pass out. I almost wanted him to unload his massive balls into my throat, but it was too soon for that.
Lucky me, he must have been thinking the same because then he told me to turn around and stay on my hands and knees. Knowing he must fuck so many girls, I pulled out a condom and he put it on like a gentleman. I was thinking how much I’d love to feel him bare when my thoughts were interrupted by him sliding inside me. God, I thought he was going to split me open. His hands gripped my hips – just like you know I love it – and he began thrusting inside me.
Oh, you should have been there to see how he used me. While you were thousands of miles away, sleeping, I was getting my tight little pussy slammed by a strong, handsome man with a thick, hard cock. And he knew how to work it. He’d get a rhythm going, pull my hair (something you were always too polite to do) and spank my ass. I knew I was his dirty little whore, and he knew just how to treat me.
He stretched me like you never could, with that thick, wet cock. I wanted so badly for him to take off that condom, it was so tempting. I would have let him at that point. As his thrusting sped up, I knew he was getting ready to blow. He started going really, really fast and in the last second, I felt him suddenly pull out and flip me on my back. His strong legs were soon next to my shoulders as he slipped the condom off and threw it next to my head. Almost instinctively, I smiled and put the veiny cock that was in my face straight into my mouth. He moaned as I sucked and licked his tip and – again surprising me – pulled out to coat my face in thick load of cum. Mmm, something I still haven’t let you do. And it felt so good, so warm and wet. Knowing that I was his slut, and his slut alone that night.
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The next morning, I flew home and met you. I remember wearing that same thong on the airplane, and seeing my wetness on it in my bathroom while you were in the living room. You had no idea what a dirty little girl I had been that trip, and not long afterward you were licking the same little pussy that he’d dominated so well. Who knows? Maybe he wasn’t the first while we were seeing each other…and he certainly wasn’t the last. But that’s a story for another day.
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