u/UpthrustInc

I still see that guy pitching a tent when we have to work the same shift. The idea was to ruin his life with other girls, and I hope I was close.

It happened a few months ago. We were closing down the coffee shop where we work. He's younger, very quiet, and just started. I always noticed him glancing at my breasts. I definitely didn't make it easy for him because I always unbutton my shirt halfway when the manager leaves for the night.

We were sitting in the back room, taking inventory on our phones. I wanted to show him some funny video on the screen, but when I unlocked it, my browser was still open to my absolute filth from this morning's solo session. I quickly retrieved it and thought, "Ugh, just use my phone to record cups." He pulls out his phone, opens Safari, and boom, he has a tab open that says "small perspective" or something. Totally degenerate, but I love it.

He blushed and started aggressively scrolling through his tabs. I laughed and thought, "Damn, what?" He blurted out that he'd never actually been with a girl. I patted him on the shoulder and said something vague, "It'll happen soon, man." But my brain immediately started shaking.

What if I gave him the weirdest blowjob of his life? He completely shattered his expectations, making it impossible for anyone else to compare. Let's go, fuck.

I started grinding against him in the cramped warehouse as we put away boxes. I pushed him onto his hips and whispered in his ear. He was so nervous it was visible through his jeans.

Just before the call ended, I looked at him and said, "I'll suck your cock." He froze like a deer in headlights. Before he could say anything, it was so funny to watch him, like I had complete control over him. I was lying on the floor, right between his legs, and he was sitting on milk crates.

I didn't calm him down at all. Poor guy. I went straight into action, carelessly, deeply, choking, just pure madness. After only three minutes, he was whimpering and bucking, and suddenly he shot it down my throat. I wanted to destroy him. So I didn't stop.

He was shaking, practically begging me to let him breathe because he was too sensitive, but I didn't care. I sucked him through his convulsions until he was rock hard again. I continued until he shot a second time. I swallowed it all, cleaned him out with a few licks, and that's when the alarm went off, telling me to grab an Uber.

I grabbed my jacket, said, "See you tomorrow," kissed him on the cheek, and left.

My greatest fantasy and deepest obsession is to be completely double-surginated until my uterus bursts. I want to be treated like a clean animal on the floor. I want one of you to grab my hair and shove your thick cock down my throat until I'm out of breath and choking, while the other stands behind me and aggressively rams his naked cock into my tight pussy, bottoming out until my walls tremble. The thought of being stretched from both sides by two dominant men drives me crazy. When you're both ready to cum, I want you to pour your heavy loads deep into my insides, one after the other, leaving me a mess, a leaking disaster on the floor, overflowing with your thick, white semen, until I manage to get pregnant.

I act normal during the day, but I spend every night dreaming of being raw. I want to feel your weight on me as you pound my womb, hitting my tightest spots, and spilling your load deep inside me. There's nothing hotter than the weight of your balls slamming into me as you pump your power into my pussy. I want to be your quivering slave, filled with your hot legacy and spilling your mess all over the bed.

hmu

We've been together for three years now, and I've been cheating on him almost from the start. At first, I hid it, but he finally found out and confronted me. I confessed everything. I felt a little bad at first, but when we talked about it, I noticed he had an erection.

I confronted him, asking if he was aroused. He denied it. I grabbed his penis so he couldn't deny it. I told him to take it out. I jerked him off and asked if it turned him on that I was cheating on him. He denied it, but the amount of pre-ejaculate gave him away.

I continued masturbating and went back to telling him about my affair. I gave him more details, started teasing him lewdly, and talked about the other guy's cock. I told him it was bigger, that the other guy was fucking me so well, better than he ever could. My boyfriend squirmed as I spoke, but he didn't stop me or yell. He simply fell silent and let me torture his cock.

I just did it. I assured my boyfriend that I still loved him, but that I also loved being fucked by this other guy. I assured my man that I wouldn't leave him, but if I had to, I would satisfy my needs elsewhere. I told him I loved big cocks, hard fucking, and submitting to superior men. He finally came.

He squirted a huge amount of cum everywhere, and I giggled. Then we talked. I told him I was serious. He tried to tell me he wasn't into it, but I suggested he clearly was. It took a few more weeks before he admitted he was a queer, but he had mixed feelings about it. A few more sessions of me humiliating him and making him ejaculate like a geyser sealed his fate.

That was two and a half years ago, and I haven't stopped cheating on him. I haven't stopped humiliating him. I haven't stopped milking his cock. And he hasn't left me, and I won't leave him.

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