Straight Female / 28
My Betrayal - PART 2
I'm having to post this confession across several posts as it's quite long, sorry if that's not your think but it felt good for me it to write everything out. This is PART 2.
His place was pretty nice for a single man. There’s no doubt he had different girls over all the time. I think this was part of the appeal for me as it made him so different from my serial monogamist fiancé, who’d never been the sort to pick up women at a bar. Jake took charge of the whole situation and was bold about what he wanted. It was a thrill, and I knew he’d be the same in bed.
He had my dress off within seconds as we made our way into his living room, lips locked. I had some pretty sexy matching underwear on and he told me how fucking hot I looked. I gave him a twirl so he could admire my body from all angles as he pulled off his shirt. He had the physique of a guy that spends a lot of time at the gym; not beefy but ripped and athletic. I was practically drooling as I pushed him back onto the sofa and hungrily pulled his jeans and pants down. I can’t remember ever wanting a dick in my mouth that much. He was hung and rock hard and I sucked him off on my knees until he couldn’t take it anymore and picked me up.
With my legs wrapped around him, he carried me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed, I spun over and arched my back, presenting my arse to him as he grabbed me and pulled me towards the edge. It felt objectifying and performative in a way I don’t often enjoy, but the whole situation made me feel wild and uninhibited. I was drunk on lust I guess. He pulled down my thong and buried his tongue in my vagina, teasing me, bringing me to the edge again and again. He even rimmed me and fingered my arsehole, something my fiancé would never dream of doing.
I moaned and moaned, I was right of the edge of cumming and when I thought I could take it no longer, he turned me over. I slipped off my bra and he kissed me all over. My skin was on fire. His hand found its way to my engagement ring and he took it off. Looking at me, he said it was pretty and then he put it on his finger before gently rubbing it in, and around my vagina. He looked so damm pleased with himself. It was such a horrible thing to do but honestly, I was too far gone to care, I fucking loved it and I came so hard as I told him what a bastard he was.
I needed more and begged him to fuck me. He put a condom on, pushed my legs up around his shoulders and slid into me. His long, deep thrusts felt incredible. He had such great rhythm and stamina, and our bodies were in total sync. I came again within minutes but we didn’t stop. He said he wanted to see my beautiful tits and rolled me over so that I was on top, his hands on my waist. I rode him hard, he told me what a bad girl I was. I was almost screaming in pleasure, I’m sure I woke up at least some of the neighbours. Maybe they enjoyed listening. He told me to cum for him and when he slid a finger up my arsehole, I promptly did. For the third time that night, but not the last.
We caught our breath and enjoyed caressing and kissing each others bodies some more. He admitted he couldn’t believe I’d let him do that with my engagement ring and how it had always been a fantasy of his. That he wouldn’t have had me down as that kind of girl. Even now I’m not really sure why I let him. I was over the moon when my fiancé proposed and I genuinely love him. It was almost like an out of body experience, where the rules and morals of my every day life didn’t apply and I became someone else. Which made me feel incredibly powerful and sexy.
I want you to cum inside me, I told him, after a while. I want you to fuck me harder than my fiancé ever could. This got him going again and he told me to get on my knees and that he was going to fuck me from behind. It wasn’t sensible to let him in without a condom but to be honest, it was the least transgressive thing I did that night. God, you have the perfect arse, he moaned. Something I’ve been told a few times, as it happens. Within minutes he was pounding away, my face pressed against his pillow. He spanked me and made me tell him he was twice the man my fiancé was, how much more I wanted him. I egged him on and told him I was his dirty little slut until he finally came into me and collapsed.
TBC in PART 3
His place was pretty nice for a single man. There’s no doubt he had different girls over all the time. I think this was part of the appeal for me as it made him so different from my serial monogamist fiancé, who’d never been the sort to pick up women at a bar. Jake took charge of the whole situation and was bold about what he wanted. It was a thrill, and I knew he’d be the same in bed.
He had my dress off within seconds as we made our way into his living room, lips locked. I had some pretty sexy matching underwear on and he told me how fucking hot I looked. I gave him a twirl so he could admire my body from all angles as he pulled off his shirt. He had the physique of a guy that spends a lot of time at the gym; not beefy but ripped and athletic. I was practically drooling as I pushed him back onto the sofa and hungrily pulled his jeans and pants down. I can’t remember ever wanting a dick in my mouth that much. He was hung and rock hard and I sucked him off on my knees until he couldn’t take it anymore and picked me up.
With my legs wrapped around him, he carried me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed, I spun over and arched my back, presenting my arse to him as he grabbed me and pulled me towards the edge. It felt objectifying and performative in a way I don’t often enjoy, but the whole situation made me feel wild and uninhibited. I was drunk on lust I guess. He pulled down my thong and buried his tongue in my vagina, teasing me, bringing me to the edge again and again. He even rimmed me and fingered my arsehole, something my fiancé would never dream of doing.
I moaned and moaned, I was right of the edge of cumming and when I thought I could take it no longer, he turned me over. I slipped off my bra and he kissed me all over. My skin was on fire. His hand found its way to my engagement ring and he took it off. Looking at me, he said it was pretty and then he put it on his finger before gently rubbing it in, and around my vagina. He looked so damm pleased with himself. It was such a horrible thing to do but honestly, I was too far gone to care, I fucking loved it and I came so hard as I told him what a bastard he was.
I needed more and begged him to fuck me. He put a condom on, pushed my legs up around his shoulders and slid into me. His long, deep thrusts felt incredible. He had such great rhythm and stamina, and our bodies were in total sync. I came again within minutes but we didn’t stop. He said he wanted to see my beautiful tits and rolled me over so that I was on top, his hands on my waist. I rode him hard, he told me what a bad girl I was. I was almost screaming in pleasure, I’m sure I woke up at least some of the neighbours. Maybe they enjoyed listening. He told me to cum for him and when he slid a finger up my arsehole, I promptly did. For the third time that night, but not the last.
We caught our breath and enjoyed caressing and kissing each others bodies some more. He admitted he couldn’t believe I’d let him do that with my engagement ring and how it had always been a fantasy of his. That he wouldn’t have had me down as that kind of girl. Even now I’m not really sure why I let him. I was over the moon when my fiancé proposed and I genuinely love him. It was almost like an out of body experience, where the rules and morals of my every day life didn’t apply and I became someone else. Which made me feel incredibly powerful and sexy.
I want you to cum inside me, I told him, after a while. I want you to fuck me harder than my fiancé ever could. This got him going again and he told me to get on my knees and that he was going to fuck me from behind. It wasn’t sensible to let him in without a condom but to be honest, it was the least transgressive thing I did that night. God, you have the perfect arse, he moaned. Something I’ve been told a few times, as it happens. Within minutes he was pounding away, my face pressed against his pillow. He spanked me and made me tell him he was twice the man my fiancé was, how much more I wanted him. I egged him on and told him I was his dirty little slut until he finally came into me and collapsed.
TBC in PART 3
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