Part 2
I sighed and spilled my guts about my cheating while his cock was still buried deep inside me, still pulsing and hard as a rock. Feeling even more excited, I told him every detail about what I did.
I met a guy at the bar, and he came onto me. He was excellent at flirting, and I couldn’t resist him. Especially because he was a very handsome black man. That equated to a big black cock, and I knew it. It made me lose control because all I could think about was him stretching me open as he pounded my pussy.
He took me to his van and I fucked him for at least two hours before he drove me home. I wasn’t disappointed. Not only did he have a massive dick, but he knew how to use it! Once we got to the driveway, he brought me around to the back of his van and fucked me outside out of the line of sight of the bedroom window.
“I fucked your boss, too.” I blurted. “How else do you think you got that promotion? I went to his house and sucked his long, fat dick. I’m a whore babe. I can’t get enough! I’m a total fucking BBC slut. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Despite how awful I should have felt for not only cheating on my boyfriend, but I told him about it, I didn’t. No, the only thing it did was make me even wetter. I had a stranger’s cum in my pussy, my boyfriend’s cock in my pussy, and the excitement of my confessions to fuel my ever-growing desire.
To my surprise and delight, my boyfriend mumbled a “yes” under his breath. Then he picked his rhythm back up. If I didn’t know any better, my confession made him harder. I didn’t think he could get any harder. Not only that, but I had to wonder who was getting off on this more.
Before I knew it, my belly was clenching. It didn’t take long for me to cum on his cock. My pussy was so wet and cum-filled that we could both hear it over the squeaking of the bed and the sound of his hips thrusting into mine.
“You’re a cheating little whore,” he said. He didn’t sound angry. Instead, he sounded like he was close to cumming himself. Oh, how I wanted him to fill my already stuffed pussy with more cum.
“Yes,” I moaned. “I am. I’m a cheating whore.”
He panted an agreement that I couldn’t quite make out. My head was spinning as another orgasm made my body shudder.
With my last climax, my boyfriend dumped a huge load deep inside me.
“The next time you do that, I want to know. Tell me all about it and let me fuck that creamy pussy. You’re so sexy, and it’s so hot when you’ve been a bad slut.”
That threw me, but I couldn’t be happier. I’m a cheating girlfriend. That’s what happens when you decide to date a nympho. If only this fantasy could come true. But maybe you can help me?