Crazy decides that cheating with me is worth it. (Part 2)

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4cif72/its_always_the_crazy_ones_mf/

More time that I would have preferred (or, really, is healthy) passed since my last story. Probably about 8 months. Crazy and I were still (as she put it), making out. But largely, that meant her coming over to my place, staying over, and us fingering, jacking, sucking and licking until we couldn’t stay awake anymore. I had met her boyfriend a couple times, and I don’t know if the guy was ok with everything except intercourse, if he was a polyamorous type, or if the guy was genuinely as ignorant to what we were doing as I assumed.

We had fucked occasionally, but this was usually her making up some excuse as to why it was ok under a certain circumstance. At one point, her cat was sick and she couldn’t afford to take it to the vet. She asked me for money, and I had $50 in cash lying around. She said that it “meant a lot to her” that I would pay for her cat’s vet bill, and that she needed to fuck me in appreciation. She was a master at rationalization – she wasn’t a prostitute because I was paying for her cat (har har – pussy joke here). Her fucking me was pure appreciation.

Best goddamn $50 I ever spent. I fucked her more in that night than I think I ever did. Had to take the following day off of work because I was so sore. I think I went through half a box of condoms that night.

But those opportunities were few and far between. Over the course of 8’ish months, with rare exception, she stayed “true” to her boyfriend (a fuckload more loyal to him than me). Oddly enough, I think if we had just discussed an open relationship, the three of us probably would have been a lot happier. But that’s a debate that smarter men than I will discuss.

Today’s story, again, is about 8 months past the previous one. I had picked her up earlier, we had gone to dinner and come back to my place. And as usual, I found myself going down on her (which I don’t mean to sound like I didn’t enjoy it – I loved it). What I didn’t enjoy, was not fucking her regularly. She had sucked me off quite a few times, and ridden my hand while I jerked off, but I was tired of all of this. I liked doing everything sexual with her, but what I liked most was fucking her.

Crazy was moaning intoxicatingly as I circled her clit with my tongue. I always loved eating her out by lapping at her clit for a bit, then plunging my tongue deep inside her. While I did this, I was always rolling her nipples between three fingers – another thing she always liked and would end up with a screaming orgasm when she came.

As I took a break from tonguing her clit, I explored her pussy with my tongue, making sure to keep the touch light until her moans became almost pleading whimpers and then I would force my tongue deep inside of her, causing her to moan LOUDLY and buck her pussy against my face.

When she got close, I decided I would edge her a bit, and made sure that whenever her body went tense and she asked for permission to cum, I told her no, and backed off. Three or four times like this, and she was at her breaking point.

“Please… oh please..let me cum” she breathed. She almost sounded ready to cry. “Please, sir. I need to cum. Please.”

“No.”

I got up between her legs. As per usual, my boxers were still on – a requirement that she had put in place, so that she wouldn’t be “tempted” to cheat on her boyfriend. I put my covered cock against her soaked pussy. She began to rub it against me, whimpering.

“Please”, she continued. “What do I need to do so that I can cum?”

With zero hesitation or wavering in my voice, I responded, “I’m going to get a condom on, and we’re going to fuck. There will be no more of this nonsense about cheating. From this point on, if I want to fuck you, you will let me, and you will enjoy it. Do you understand?”

She nodded.

I went and got a condom on. When I returned, she was lying there, completely submissive, legs apart, knees raised.

I climbed on top of her.

“What do you want?”, I asked.

“You.”

That wasn’t going to cut it. I felt I was treading on some uncertain consent ground here, so I wanted to be sure.

“Not good enough,” I said. “Tell me what you want.”

Slowly, she looked up and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Beg.”

“Please.”

“You can do better than that,” up until this moment, I never really got off on the domination thing. But I have to admit – I was getting really turned on by this.

“Please…please, sir. I need your cock.”

“No”, I said. Snapping her out of this trance with a genuine look of confusion on her face. “I’m not fucking you. If you want my cock… you’re fucking me.”

She smilled. “Asshole. Get on your back. I’m not going ten more seconds without your cock in me.”

And I did. And it was glorious. Almost instantly when she got on top of me, she was close to cumming. As turned on as I was, despite being in the condom, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She started out by riding me in an up and down motion, but in about 10 seconds she switched to grinding her pelvis against mine – something she only did when she was about to cum and cum hard. Which was great, because right about this point, I swelled inside of her and released.

It was like the world was about to end. She threw her head back and screamed like I had stuck a knife in her side. She dug her claws into my chest enough to break skin. Finally, she collapsed on top of my chest. We laid there, trying to piece together our thoughts.

When I could finally speak, I said, “Whenever I want. Do you understand?”

She sat up, fortunately I still had the condom on as I came out of her. She looked around and smiled. “Yeah. I’m going to need more of that. Hell if you told me to, I’d stop fucking [her boyfriend].”

I smiled. “Are you kidding? He’d kick you out, and you aren’t moving in here. But I’ll still fuck you here anytime I want.”

Oh. I guess I forgot to mention, she had moved in with him by this point. I’d feel bad, if it weren’t for the fact that this was the guy that she cheated on me with.

End of story, beginning of thoughts that I had later.

Now, to this date (years after she and I have stopped talking), I have some ethics issues with what I did that night. As I mentioned in the last story, I’m not much of a dom. And I knew that by using these powers over her, I was effectively exploiting her trauma. But considering she fucked me, begged me no less, it’s not like I forced her into it. The hazards of being young and horny I guess. If I had to do it again, well.. I’d probably still do it. Fucking her was amazing.

Now I’m going to go jerk off to my video of her fucking herself.

Next time, the last time Crazy and I fucked.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4csdsq/crazy_decides_that_cheating_with_me_is_worth_it