Sex stories

Last night, I was lying in bed next to my boyfriend. He had just fucked me properly and . I couldn’t rest. I got up, restless. And horny.

I logged in. A guy messaged me. His profile: 5’7”, 155 lbs, Black, muscular. No pic, but the stats were enough. He didn’t speak French, but we figured it out. He worked in a hotel with some buddies and wanted to fuck. But he couldn’t leave the room.

I told him I couldn’t host either. He suggested an outdoor hookup. Supermarket parking lot. I hesitated… for maybe three seconds. Then I grabbed a short and headed out.

Five minutes later, I was there. Empty. No one. I texted. No answer.

Just as I was about to leave, someone on my window.

He climbed in. Shirtless, muscular, in gym shorts. Gorgeous. He motioned for me to get out. I followed him, nervous, all the way to the edge of the lot, between two rental vans.

He turned, kissed me hard. Fears gone.

He pinned me to a van, slid his hand into my shorts and grabbed my ass. I reached into his shorts. His dick was already rock hard. Thick.

He pulled my shorts down. I dropped to my knees and took his cock. He held my head and set the pace. Then he spun me around, rubbed his cock between my cheeks.

I pulled out lube, condom, and popss. I lubed my hole, handed him the condom and gel. He suited up, positioned himself. I inhaled deep. He slid in.

I moaned. He went deep. Then pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in. I gasped in pleasure. He started pounding me, rough and steady.

Suddenly, he handed me the condom — removed. My heart skipped. But I was too far gone. I pushed back against him. That was all the permission he needed.

He drilled me hard for five more minutes, then pulled out. Kissed me. Grabbed my arm.

We walked to the shopping carts. He sat down, offered his cock again. I sucked hungrily.

Footsteps.

He held my head tight. Fxxced me to deepthroat. Then another cock rubbed my hole. I pushed back. Took it in.

Longer, thinner. Another guy — probably his coworker. He fucked me hard and fast. I turned and caught a glimpse: slim, Arab-looking, cute, with a thick dick.

The first guy kept kissing me, muffling my moans. The second finished in me and slipped away. Then the first guy took his spot again and came deep inside me.

We got dressed. I went home.

My boyfriend was still restp. Naked. Hard.

I climbed on top of him and slid down. My ass still full, stretched, raw.

He woke up.

— What are you doing?

— I want you to fuck their cum deeper into me.

— What?

— Yeah… I just got used by a Black guy and a North African. I came home full, and I want you to own me.

His face changed. From shock to lust.

— Fucking slut…

He grabbed me, flipped me, and destroyed my ass. Called me a bitch, a cocksleeve, his filthy bitch.

I moaned. I took it. I came again.

Afterward, he held me close, breathing hard.

— You know what? I’m proud. No matter who fucks you out there, you always come back to MY cock.

And then he kissed me. Deep.