He Texted While His Girlfriend Was Away and I Said Yes

I was home, minding my own business, when the message came in. "Hey, what are you up to? My girlfriend's away for work and I'm just sitting here, come over." It was from a guy I'd already slept with a few times. He's engaged and lives with his girlfriend, but apparently she's not enough for him. She doesn't like rough sex or anal, so he looks elsewhere. He'd gone dark for about two months and now here he was, texting me.

"Sure, I can be there in about 40 minutes? Want me to bring anything?" He said no, nothing needed. I got ready, put on a low-cut top and my thin grey yoga pants. I wear those yoga pants mostly at home because they're VERY thin and leave nothing to the imagination. I had a dark blue thong on underneath. I left and got to his place about half an hour later. He met me at the door, immediately put his hand on my ass, and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. We sat on the couch and he was browsing Netflix. We opened some beers, there was a bowl of chips on the table. He was in a t-shirt and sweatpants. We started talking. I didn't mention anything about the two months of silence, but he brought it up himself pretty quickly, saying he'd missed me. Hand on my thigh, he told me his girlfriend was away and that even when she's there "sex is just so boring." "But then I remembered you," he said, enthusiastically. "I remembered those slutty lips wrapped around my cock and couldn't not text you."

His finger was slowly, lightly tracing my lips. He took my hand and placed it on his cock, already hard and swollen. "She's not great at it and it shows," he said. "That's why I need a real slut like you who knows what to do." His cock was pulsing under his sweatpants. Without really thinking about it, I started rubbing him, and his tone shifted into something more firm. "Do what you need to do," he said. I felt almost hypnotized. I obeyed and immediately dropped to my knees on the floor between his legs. I pulled his sweatpants down quickly and there it was, a beautiful, veined, pulsing cock alongside two visibly heavy balls. Not shaved, but nothing dramatic. I started to suck him. Slowly, almost reverently. When the taste hit my tongue I thought, yes, absolutely, as I got my first proper taste of him. My second favorite flavor, an unwashed cock with a little sweat and salt and cum. It was clear it hadn't been used or cleaned in days, and it was all mine to suck and taste.

He let his head fall back and groaned softly, enjoying my mouth. "Ahhh, yeah... yeah, slut," he groaned as I sucked him deeper and deeper. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth as I took more of him. My hand gently worked his balls. My tongue was everywhere. Then I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down. I was gagging, but I didn't move. Soon he had my hair and was moving my head up and down in his own rhythm. Pushing me deep onto him, feeling him push well past my throat, my nose pressed against him, my lips at the base of his cock, my eyes watering. I was gagging, but I didn't want to pull away. Something in my head told me to stay there. Eventually he let me breathe. I was gasping for air, thick strings of saliva connecting me to his cock and balls. He picked up his phone, opened the camera, and slapped me across the face. Then again, harder, laughing. I kept sucking his cock while he took photos. Close-up shots of me taking his thick cock. My whole face. My mouth full and my eyes looking up at the camera. He took about ten photos, then switched to video. "Swallow it, slut," he said, and I started sucking deeper and faster. My gag reflex was making everything wetter while he groaned quietly: "Ahhh, yeah... yeah, slut... best blowjob of my life. Your mouth is better than my girlfriend's pussy... god." I was 100% certain he was going to share this with his friends. 100%. But at the same time, did I want that? I imagined him with his friends, talking about women and whatever else, and telling them about "one of the best little cock-sucking sluts he'd ever met," meaning me, and then sharing the photos and videos, getting everyone worked up. That felt surprisingly exciting. After about fifteen or twenty minutes of intense sucking, he was ready to finish. Suddenly he jumped to his feet, pulled his cock from my mouth, grabbed my hair, all in one move. Held me there while he came all over my face. I felt the thick, hot cum landing on my forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips, nose, and a little on my breasts. He was groaning like an animal while he came. Once he was done he slapped me with his wet cock and rubbed it all over my face. I sucked it while looking up at him and he stood there catching his breath. "Good slut... good slut," he kept saying. He looked down at me and told me to open my mouth, which I did. Then he let a large drop of spit fall into it. "Thank you," I said as I swallowed it. "Is it that hard? Why can't that other slut do this like you?" he said, sitting back on the couch. I said nothing, staying on my knees, tasting his cum with my finger.

About twenty minutes of checking his phone and talking about our lives later, he put the phone down and started kissing my neck and touching me on the couch. "Is this how you entertain your girlfriend?" I asked, joking. He laughed and told me she prefers it in bed, mostly afternoons, fairly standard stuff, and that "she's not a slut like you." We kissed again while I stroked his cock and he squeezed my breasts and nipples. "Come on," he said, and I followed him to the bedroom. "Be a good little pet for me," he said as he undressed. I started taking my clothes off. "Leave the thong," he said. I was on all fours on his bed, just in the wet underwear that didn't quite cover my well-used ass hole and showed half my pussy. "Which side is hers?" I asked, then moved there, head down, ass up. I pulled the thong aside, showing him both wet and eager openings. He came around behind me and grabbed my ass. Four hard slaps. I felt his thumb rubbing my ass hole as he commented: "What a beautiful sight. What a gorgeous, wrecked little hole. All mine to use." I felt his hard cock against my ass hole. He pushed in, and my ass swallowed the tip almost without any help, barely any spit needed. "Ahhh, yeah," I said as I felt his hard cock sliding inside. "God, slut," he said as he pushed deeper, slower. He watched my ass taking his thick cock inch by inch. He started fucking me harder. Harder and harder. Deeper, faster. Soon my ass had relaxed and loosened completely, and he was destroying me with that thick cock. I was moaning like his personal slut while his balls slapped against my soaked pussy. I was absolutely drenched. Rubbing my nipples with one hand and my pussy with the other, I came so hard. Twice before he decided to finish deep in my ass. He emptied his balls and filled me, holding my hips firmly. I was pinned on his cock. He was using my hole to finish. Moaning loudly and slapping my ass even harder. When he finally pulled out slowly, he looked at my gaping ass hole. Admiring what he'd done. A slut with a wide open hole full of his cum.

After two minutes I turned around and took his cock in my mouth. Eyes closed, head back, he enjoyed my cleanup services. His hand landed on my head and he relaxed with my tongue. The taste of my own ass was something. I liked that mix of sweat and musk with cum and a faint edge of something rawer. I'm not into scat, but with that much anal sex there are moments when accidents happen, and with the good teachers I've had, like a well-trained little slut, I've cleaned those up with my mouth. This time there were no accidents. Just the taste of pure desire in my mouth and his balls relaxing.

We lay on the bed, both sweating. He was on his side, I was on hers. I could smell her on the pillow. We started talking and he told me how frustrated he was, that he loved her, that she was sweet and there was chemistry, but he just didn't enjoy sex with her. "She's too vanilla. Too safe, almost sterile. There are times I like slow sex, but there are times I want to make her my slut. To fuck her, use her, fill her and then drop her on the floor, like you. I want to slap her and grab her, use her ass, and she has a great ass. But she doesn't like anal. What am I supposed to do? I'll look elsewhere." The whole time I was quietly agreeing, thinking about how wide my ass still was. I suggested a shower and he said yes, go ahead.

I went to the bathroom, still feeling loose, feeling his cum moving inside me. I turned the water on and stepped in. About five minutes later he joined me. He came up behind me and got wet under the hot water. I felt his hands on my stomach, my breasts. Rubbing them lightly, squeezing. Sucking my nipples and gripping my ass. I felt his hard cock pressed against me. His hand came down and I grabbed it. I stroked him a little, then felt his hand pushing my face against the cold tiles. His cock was pushing into my ass again. Much easier this time. He held my head against the wall with one hand while he played with my breasts with the other, fucking my ass. My favorite position. It felt incredible. I was rubbing my pussy while he fucked me, his cock belonging to someone else. He went harder and harder, and after about ten minutes of intense anal he came again, deep inside my ass. He pulled out and rubbed himself against me, then stepped back. I turned around, dropped to my knees, and sucked him clean. I thanked him while looking up at him and touching my pussy. He had a quick shower with me, then got out. I finished and joined him in bed.

He asked me to stay the night, so I did. We slept together, always on her side, his arms around me. I was pretty worn out from everything he'd given me, so I slept well, only to be woken in the morning by his hard cock trying to find its way inside my pussy. Right as I woke up, he was already sliding into me. He was behind me, arms around me, starting to fuck me again. His cock was so hard already. My pussy got wet and ready for him quickly, and then he was fucking me harder. Holding my breasts, pinching my nipples. He came again, this time filling me deep. One of my favorite little breakfasts. When he pulled out I could feel his warm cum inside me. I touched myself and felt it starting to run down. I took some on my finger and licked it while he relaxed.

"Ahhh, you're good. You're a good little slut," he said. "You're perfect for emptying my balls. Good little slut. But you need to go now. I've got to meet some friends and then the gym."

"Okay," I said, still licking my fingers. We got up and I got dressed while he was on his phone. Once I was ready he walked me to the door. "Hope you enjoyed it," I said. "Given that the alternative was taking care of it myself, I can safely say yes," he said, laughing. He kissed me on the mouth and said "you're a good slut, now go, and we'll be in touch," slapping my ass as I turned. I heard the door close behind me.

I called a friend walking away, still tasting him and still carrying his cum. I was thinking about how I'd cheated her. How I'd stolen what was meant for another woman. How my greedy holes had emptied his balls and how, if she'd come home, he probably couldn't have fucked her too. He definitely wouldn't have had that much left for her.

But all those thoughts just made me look forward to his next message.