The Second Man in My Life (The End)

page views:1 Publication date:2018-03-17

After he entered me, he kept thrusting in and out, at the same frequency and with the same force, while touching my buttocks and constantly saying things like, "Slut, whore, I'll fuck you to death, you slut." It
felt so good; I kept feeling his thrusting. It wasn't as long as my boyfriend's, so it didn't stimulate the spot he usually stimulated. Although it wasn't as thick as his, because it was curved, it felt much thicker and bigger than his. Every time he pulled out, I felt like my heart was being taken away by him; when he entered, I felt like my whole body was being stretched open.
His glans was large and curved, often stimulating a certain spot inside my vagina. When it hit that spot, I couldn't stand it; I felt like I needed to pee. I was very shy, afraid of actually peeing, so I kept holding it in.
The more I held it in, the more sensitive I became, the itchier it got inside. I hoped he could go faster, but he kept the same rhythm, making me very impatient. I lifted my body and reached behind to hug his buttocks so he would thrust harder, but he ignored me and pushed me down on the bed, continuing to thrust.
About ten minutes later, he pulled out of the shower, saying it was too hot and he needed to take a shower, asking me to turn the air conditioning down.
At that moment, my face was facing the bathroom, and I could see him showering through the glass. It felt strange.
Because we were strangers, having only chatted on WeChat for a few days before going to bed together and having him penetrate me, I hadn't really looked at him closely since we met in person. Now, seeing him showering through the glass, and thinking about the humiliation he had just inflicted on me, my heart raced again. I realized how incredibly lewd I was.
I used to think I would only ever love my boyfriend and belong only to him. Now, I was kneeling on the bed, being fucked by a stranger, and even sucking his penis. Everything happened so fast; it felt unreal, like a dream.
Reflecting on past events, I realized I was indeed lewd at heart (I'll tell you more about what happened later).
For some reason, thinking about these things excited me again, so I got out of bed and sat on the sofa, watching him shower, and started masturbating.
While masturbating, my mind was filled with images of our meeting. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, so I inserted my fingers into my vagina and thrust them in and out, quickly reaching orgasm.
He came out after showering and saw me masturbating. He said, "
You slut, can't take it anymore? Your husband just left and you're already itching? So horny? Come here, my cock is going to go into your cunt."
I didn't move because I was in the middle of an orgasm from masturbating and didn't want to move. He came over and got a condom and made me put it on him with my mouth. I never usually let my husband put a condom on me with his mouth because I don't like the smell of lubricant. But for some reason, I obediently put it on him, and then he penetrated me and continued fucking me.
After about twenty minutes, he opened the curtains, made me hold onto the glass, and continued fucking me from behind. Each time, he pulled all the way out and then thrust all the way in again. I felt incredibly good. Looking at the cars on the road outside, thinking that they might see me, I became even more excited. I got wetter and wetter, and he fucked me harder and harder.
Suddenly I felt him pressing against something inside me, rubbing against it relentlessly, an unbearable itch. I started trembling, wanting him to continue rubbing against me, yet unable to bear it. Involuntarily, I tightened my thighs, feeling the shape of his glans with each squeeze. He began to growl, grabbing and kneading my breasts forcefully, while thrusting vigorously, trying to penetrate me. I quickly reached orgasm, a warm current coursing through my body, pink clouds floating before my eyes, a tingling sensation in my vagina and body. Suddenly, he climbed onto my back, biting my shoulder tightly. I felt both pain and pleasure. At that moment, I felt his penis suddenly swell deep inside my vagina, followed by spasms. He ejaculated, reaching orgasm with me…
I forget how long it was before he pulled out and went to shower. I lay on the sofa for a long time before recovering. After he finished showering, I went to shower, finding myself unsteady on my feet, still quite drunk.
After I finished showering, he was lying on the bed smoking. He offered me one, but I didn't light it. Then he pulled my hand and made me get on the bed to lick his genitals. So I did. His penis, still wet from ejaculation, wasn't very appealing; it was small and soft. I didn't really want to lick it anymore; I just wanted to leave because I missed my boyfriend. I
was just casually licking it when he noticed and slapped me again, saying, "Eat it properly. This penis made you feel good earlier; now you have to reward it."
Afraid he'd hit me again, I licked it seriously, and slowly it got hard again.
Having his hard penis in my mouth was much more satisfying. I felt its shape and thickness inside, and the more I licked, the more I wanted to swallow it all the way down, to eat it into my body.
Suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed, then got up, spread my legs, and started filming me with his phone, making me look at the camera as
he filmed. I agreed, posing in various ways, sticking my butt out and spreading my legs for him to film. Hearing the camera shutter, I became more and more excited, and my lustful thoughts surged. I started thinking about how to make myself more alluring, posing in more and more positions.
He filmed for a while, then threw his phone on the sofa, knelt on the bed, rolled me onto my side, lifted one of my legs, straddled my thigh, and rubbed his penis against my genitals. I really wanted him to penetrate me, but he wouldn't. I begged him to, and after rubbing for a while longer, he got off the bed to get a condom. After putting it on, he entered me again in the same position.
My boyfriend had never used the side-entry position before, and it was my first time enjoying it. I found it incredibly pleasurable, especially since his penis was curved, stimulating several areas inside me each time—it was both pleasurable and itchy.
He put my legs down, pushed them to the side, and kept grabbing my breasts with one hand and my buttocks with the other, thrusting in and out relentlessly.
I was in a state of ecstasy, thinking about my own lewdness, and realized I was starting to like this feeling with a boyfriend other than my boyfriend. I was aroused, so I became even wetter.
He fucked me for over half an hour without ejaculating. I asked him to ejaculate for me, and he said he couldn't, so he suggested I lick it out.
I agreed, and he lay on the bed with his legs open. I knelt on the bed and gave him oral sex. I don't remember how long I ate, but my mouth went numb, and he hadn't ejaculated yet,
so I didn't want to continue. He said my tongue was different from others, that my open tongue felt incredibly good when licking a penis, and that I didn't want to ejaculate anymore; I just wanted to keep enjoying it. So
I started to masturbate him, rubbing his glans with my lips. He quickly couldn't take it anymore and suddenly pressed my head down with his hand. I swallowed it all at once, feeling his glans swell, and a stream of fluid shot into my throat. In that instant, I had a mental orgasm.
Not only was I being fucked by a strange man, but I was also sucking his penis and having his semen go down my throat, and he took so many lewd photos. I felt a mix of shame and excitement, and I felt like a real slut.
After he ejaculated, I licked his penis clean little by little, swallowing all the semen.
I wanted to brush my teeth, but he wouldn't let me, making me keep licking. He was recording a video on his phone, making me look at the camera as he recorded. He said he was going to post the video online so more men could fuck me.
At that moment, I had no bottom line; I just wanted to experience this man properly, or rather, enjoy him.
After licking for a while, he got hard again, so I mounted him and, holding his penis, inserted it inside me. I didn't want to wear a condom anymore; I wanted his semen to fill my body, and I also had a thought in my mind: to let my boyfriend taste semen from other places
. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. I writhed faster and faster, and my vagina felt increasingly pleasurable. Seeing his expression of enjoyment, I felt like I was playing with a man, not being played by one.
I slapped him, and it hurt him, and he got angry. He raised his hand to hit me, but before he could, I slapped him again. He pushed me down, then flipped me over onto the bed, put a pillow under my stomach, and started fucking me hard from behind, pulling my hair and calling me a slut and a whore. I quickly orgasmed, and he ejaculated too.
After he finished, he lay on my back and bit my shoulder. I turned and kissed him, and after a while, I don't remember anything else—I felt lightheaded…
When I woke up, it was already dark, and he was gone. I checked my phone for the WeChat messages he'd sent me and realized he'd already boarded the high-speed train.
Then I saw several messages from my boyfriend, asking why I'd taken so long and worrying that someone might have stolen my kidney.
I texted my boyfriend, giving him my hotel room number and asking him to come find me.
A while later, my boyfriend knocked on the door. When I saw him, tears welled up in my eyes, and I hugged him tightly, feeling like I owed him and no longer belonged solely to him.
My boyfriend carried me to the bed, wrapped a towel around me, looked around the room, and found cigarette butts, vodka, and Red Bull. He got angry, asking if I'd been smoking, and I told him everything. After
that, my boyfriend opened the door and left. I was terrified, afraid he couldn't handle it.
I immediately called him, but he didn't answer. He didn't reply to my WeChat messages either. I cried anxiously, not knowing what to do.
After a while, he replied. He said it wasn't that he couldn't accept me being with another man, but he thought mixing vodka with Red Bull was too vulgar and that the other man wasn't good enough for me. He absolutely refused to let me smoke, saying he hated women smoking.
I didn't know what to say, just stared blankly at my phone.
Then my boyfriend knocked on the door. I opened it, and he came in, picked me up, and kissed me for a long time. I could feel his penis was very hard, pressing against my genitals. So I knelt down and pulled down his pants, then started sucking his penis.
My boyfriend said my mouth tasted strongly of semen and asked how many times he'd ejaculated in my mouth. I ignored him, focusing only on sucking his penis, experiencing the difference from a curved penis.
My boyfriend pulled me up and made me put my clothes back on, saying I had to describe and demonstrate how I was fucked by a curved-penis man.
When I sucked his penis, I could feel it was harder and thicker than usual, and I wanted my boyfriend to pamper me even more.
So I put my clothes back on and went to the sofa, making the man sit down too. Recalling the experience with the curved-penis man, I started sucking my boyfriend's penis, then knelt on the bed, sticking my ass out and begging him to fuck me.
My boyfriend licked my genitals and said there was a semen taste, asking if I'd been fucked
. I didn't answer, just twisted my ass and begged him to fuck me. He then thrust in and started fucking me.
Throughout the entire process, I was constantly comparing the two men, comparing the differences between their penises.
My boyfriend's was much bigger, and thrusting into him was incredibly satisfying. The curved penis, with its different shape, stimulated areas my boyfriend couldn't usually reach.
My boyfriend was tall and strong, and his thrusts were powerful, like an ox. But compared to those, sex with my boyfriend was still more pleasurable, partly because I love him. We made love
for less than an hour before he ejaculated. After he did, I started licking him, and when he got hard again, we continued. We made love countless times that night until I was completely exhausted and fell asleep on top of him, his penis still inside me.
When I woke up the next morning, looking at my boyfriend sleeping soundly, recalling the experience with his curved penis, and imagining how he fucked me, I felt incredibly satisfied.
I used to think that after sleeping with other men, I might not love my boyfriend as much anymore, or that I might be distracted by other men. Now I realize that's not the case. I love my boyfriend even more, and I've also found that he loves me even more, because we've experienced things that most couples never experience in their entire lives. Love and sex really can be separate.
Enjoying sex within love, I can't let go of my inner lust.
After experiencing pure sex, I felt more attractive and no longer had any reservations in front of my boyfriend. I completely opened myself up and fully enjoyed love and sex.

URL 1:https://www.sex3p.com/htmlBlog/50343.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=50343&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : A premeditated double flight

Next Page : The Second Man in My Life (Part Two)

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

The Second Man in My Life (The End)

comment Open a new window to view comments