[F] Bf refused to give me what I needed so I got it from somewhere else [Cheating] [Long]

I’ll start this with a big PSA: Yes, I cheated. Yes, I know how it’s seen in the eyes of the greater majority. Please, if you have any judgements, internalise them and be disgusted to yourself. Moving on…

Back story coming up, skip to “???????????” to get to the main story.

This goes back a couple of years ago when I was going through what I can only describe as a deeply profound sexual awakening. I had established certain kinks and vocalised my desire of them to my long term boyfriend of then, five years. My main desire was to be shared with another man/multiple men and be dominated in various ways.

Anyway my boyfriend was always quite vanilla but knew I had a kinky side. So was good at fucking me hard when push came to shove, he had a great cock- thick, long and bent in that perfect way that it hits a woman’s G spot straight away. I enjoyed the occasional spank on the ass but he was always so poor at that build up, that tension building foreplay that triggered that primal urge to be fucked, hard and wild.

I’d also been posting various nudes under an ever growing account to Reddits various pornographic subs. They still remain my bread and butter. ?

As it turns out my prude of a boyfriend refused to even consider what I wanted and told me it broke his heart that I’d even want to be with another man. I showed him my Reddit following and posts and he was disappointed to say the least. I kept explaining that love and lust are two different things. And that we are connected in this world mind, body and soul so why should physical desires pose a threat; I’d told him I’d love the idea of him with another woman, I loved the idea of another woman experiencing that fantastic cock.

So eventually I joined Tinder and another dating app dedicated to kink under an alias and with a different Facebook account so as to remain anonymous in case any of our friends recognized me. And this is where I met Dylan.

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The first time I came across his profile my entire body ached, I wanted him. My body WANTED him. His kinks described in his bio aligned directly into everything I’d craved. So after some coy messages and feeling out whether we’d be a physical match, things started to get heated. Very fast.

I worked late in the city hub so it was easy to squeeze in an extra hour or two after work to fulfil any opportunities that came up. Side note, if a customer asked me what I was doing later and I couldn’t join them in drinks and partying as was the case most nights, I’d casually show them my reddit posts over the counter and proceed to say “next waiting” while lapping up the reaction I got from showing myself off to the unsuspecting customer that just tried to invite me out. ?

Anyway, I already got extremely wet (think r/grool) reading the comments/messages from my reddit posts but this was a different excitement; one I hadn’t felt since before my boyfriend- the anticipation of being fucked by a stranger, one that knew EXACTLY how I wanted it, no fucking around with second guessing or fears of shame.

One night I’d arranged for Dylan to pick me up from work and drive me home. It was about 30 minutes from the city so by the time we would arrive in my neighbourhood, I’d have about and hour before I was due home. Perfect.

His online photos didn’t do him justice at all. He was tall, very well built, had a well pronounced dick print (I guess he was as excited as I was) and had a hunger in his eyes that to this day sticks with me during my most intimate moments. This is what I was craving. This primal urge. I could have jumped over the counter of the place I worked at and fucked him in front of the whole shop if I didn’t need to keep receiving a pay check. I made sure I looked like a slut because I wanted to be looked at, I wanted to be desired and I wanted that attention. I made sure everything I wore provided easy access to anything he wanted; short tight black skirt with open crotch panties underneath, low cut black top that was so sheer my manager for that night couldn’t look me in the face even if he wanted to and a “fuck-me” choker that hinted at my desire for rough handling.

We left the shop with him very publicly gripping my ass, the whole way to the car he had this cheeky satisfied grin on his face, he didn’t say a word. Not even after I tried to break the ice with some stupid phrase that I can’t remember because I was too nervous/turned on- I was a mess.

We got to his car and he asked where we were going, I began to tell him and he abruptly parted my legs and put two fingers in my now dripping pussy. His eyes widened and looked at me with a fierce excitement and said: “you’ve been waiting for this huh?” I was so worked up by this point, I just nodded like an idiot and urged him to keep going. He played around my pussy until I was close to orgasm and he stopped in a cruel display of dominance. I loved/hated it.

We soon arrived in my neighbourhood and both hopped in the back seat to alleviate some overflowing tension from the car ride. I saddled myself on top of him and let him ravish me as I fumbled desperately to his cock. He took charge and lifted me onto his now throbbing cock and I felt that sweet and pure pleasure that all women get when a cock enters their pussy that first time. I let out a sigh of relief, he groaned in a low instinctual way. Ectasy. We both stopped as we knew we were limited on time and wanted to get to the real reason we hooked up- to fulfil what I craved most.

We had pulled up on the cliffs; they’re not sheer drops but instead little inlets of cliff face that you can hang out in, we made our way down in the pitch black and arrived at an adequate nook far enough away from the public that we wouldn’t be disturbed.

He had a bag with him and from it he pulled out separation bars; a short metal bar with cuffs on each end that you fasten to your ankles to keep your legs separated. I looked at him with an obedient sense of excitement as he placed me in them kissing me gently all over as he did so. All the while having the dexterity and coordination to toy with my pussy, pushing me further and further to the edge of orgasm.

He bent me over a section of cliff that stuck out and plunged his cock in my pussy with vigour and I loudly let out one single sound of relief. He later said he didn’t expect me to be as tight as I was- kegels- if your girl doesn’t do them, you’re missing out ?

With his dominance now fully established he began to fuck me hard and with a primal drive. He hit my ass hard; so hard I winced in pain, but it was a pleasurable sensation that it was more of an encouraging moan so he did it again. This went on for a short time as he also fucked me wildly. I was close to finally cumming and I asked him if it was ok to do so and he permitted me to. I finally let myself go and if it hadn’t been for the separation bars and Dylan pressing me against the jutted out cliff section, I’d have fallen right off the edge. It was one of those temporarily-lose-your-hearing type of orgasms.

In an attempt to further dominate me he fastened my wrists to my ankles so not only were my legs forcefully separated but now I was forcefully bending right over too. I was 100% out of control. I loved it. He proceeded to fuck me hard in my now swollen pussy and as his pace picked up I knew he would cum shortly. So I begged him to cum inside of me and that was his last straw, he crumbled over me in a heap, filling me up, warming me from the inside out, giving me everything I’d craved.

Dylan unfastened me and we cleaned ourselves up. I walked through my doors, with the boyfriend none the wiser and showered, the usual routine. I knew I’d have to explain my tender bruised ass to him if he saw it, so I decided to nip that scenario in the bud and have my boyfriend fuck me that night too, whilst at the same time demanding him to spank me as hard as he could….

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bnosxb/f_bf_refused_to_give_me_what_i_needed_so_i_got_it