Part II – Not My Story

So here is part two of the cuckolding story that I did not experience but happily gave shape to with some words…

(you might need to read the first part here)



I pop to the loo to have a wipe down and check my make-up – quick retouch, then I re-join him on the bed. He’s gone semi soft now but I struggle to take my eyes off it because it still looks so big to me? I sat beside him and he pulled me in close to him, it was really intimate and I liked it. I think it’s crucial to be able to do this with someone even with the most casual of encounters, you need to acknowledge and appreciate the connection. He told me how amazing I was, again it seems silly given what we’re doing but I think this again is important – you need to tell your partner that you enjoyed them, as confident as anyone is they still should be told this. It’s just good etiquette isn’t it?
My boy also loved that this happened when I told him. He’d be one for excellent sex manners too.
As we sat there, one arm around me, he started playing with my tits again. I was still ready from having made him come and it wasn’t long before the kissing got deep and wet again. We were lying side by side and then he got between my legs, he was solid again and the length of his cock ran the entire length of my pussy! I could feel it everywhere as he started to press it against me and grind, it was sensational. I was losing myself again, I moved with him, pressed up to him and encouraged him. His sheer size on top of me, I was in awe. He rubbed into my pussy and I got wetter and wetter, he was working his shaft up through the lips without entering me and this alone was making me dissolve, it was right up against my clit and I was aching for him to enter me but adoring what he was doing. We were still kissing and consuming each other as we got more lost in it.
He pulled away a little and his cock was coated in me, my wetness and juice. He started rubbing it all over his cock so I could see, fuck I love that sight. Then with the tip he parted my lips and went up and down like his cock was a sextoy, teasing me and sending me wild. Rubbing his cockhead into my clit and circling it there to build my pleasure.
I asked him to put a condom on, he said in a minute, he wasn’t done teasing me. I let him continue, I wanted this so much. I felt myself losing all control as he continued with his cock in his hand going up and down my lips and stopping at my clit to keep it stimulated and me on the brink.
He was almost animalistic at this point, working me frantically with unbridled desire all over his face.
He breached the lips and he entered me just a little – oh god I wanted it, my sense of reason was almost disappeared, I wanted it all in me. He rocked gently back and forth, barely an inch in me and I thought I could come from it.
I know that you know what’s coming and you’re right. And I have no defence. We’ve all done this, we’ve all made a mistake. But we’ve all succumbed to passion in the moment. In a perfect moment of desire where you’re not even aware of yourself?
I want this but I know I have to stop, he’s not wearing protection and I am so close to having no control over myself. My head is swimming with how much I want him fully in me. I have my arms wrapped around him and he feels just so utterly different to what I’m used to. I pull him into me and we’re kissing rabidly and more of his cock goes into me, more of him fills me until …. all of him is in me and I feel like I could split with the size of it and how perfect that feels. He’s fully in me and he’s fully fucking me and I… can’t stop. I love this, I want this, I’m lost to this ecstasy. He’s pounding me into the bed like an machine and it’s everything I wanted. He gets to his knees so he can see himself go in and out of me, his huge size slide in and out my small hole. I could feel an almighty and life changing climax build in me but I could feel his build too and I had to stop him, he can’t come inside me, this has already gone too far. I’ve no idea how I managed to but I did and insisted he put on a condom.
I’m not proud but I was tempted to just let it happen.
He eventually pulls out, really slowly and it feels great. He’s working it with his hand, again I can see myself all over him, his whole dick is slick with my pussy.
I am gagging for this now. I want him to get a condom on and continue to fuck me. But he has other plans – this guy is true to his word, he is experienced and he is good. He’s going to draw this out a bit longer. I’m impressed.
He bends forward and goes back to work with his mouth on my pussy clearly happy to taste all our combined fluids, this just turns me on even more.
With my ankles in his hands he pushed my knees up beside my ears, delighting in my flexibility and ease at being positioned into unflattering angles. I can’t imagine how debauched it looked to have this guy pin me like this, exposing me and probing me, two fingers into me as he watched my face. Then back to eating me with two fingers in me. Still pinning my legs over my head with one hand. He got me wet, made me wet and kept me wet with a combination of his mouth and my own juices. He seemed to relish spreading it all over my thighs and bum cheeks and into the crack of my ass and slapped my ass as he did it.
He then got on his back and motioned for me to go down on him again and I certainly didn’t need to be asked twice. As I scrambled over him, he easily caught me and spun me round so he had us in the 69 position, wrapping his arms around my lower back and pulling me directly onto his face. But I wasn’t going to let him make me come, not like this. As good as it was, this wasn’t what I wanted this time so I had better make this happen. I sat up so I was straddling his face, enjoying his moans into my pussy as I pinned him there – but my goal was to reach over to grab the condom on the side locker. Now in my hand I stretched back out along him but before I put it on, I wanted his throbbing hard cock in my mouth one more time. Wanted to taste myself off him and smell the unmistakeable smell of a different man.
Once it’s on, I turn around face back towards him and lie on top of him and start kissing again. His cock is pulsating between my thighs, twitching at my crotch with its own hunger. I stay there for a bit letting it slowly find me and then I lift my hips and catch the head at the right point in my lips and slowly lower myself onto it. It was enough, just the tip, to make my face twist into a mask of pleasure, I looked right at him, let him see and he duly lifted his hips and drove his cock fully into me. From there I didn’t even do anything, it was like I was just sitting on him and his bucking underneath me was doing all the work. He had his hands under my ass cheeks and as he thrust his whole body up into me, pulling me apart, driving more and more of himself into me. Almost as if he wanted me to break in two. God I fucking loved it. I was a rag doll to him.

I don’t know how long we did this, but this description will send my boy wild when I relay it. He will love hearing that this giant monster of a guy was able to fuck his tiny 22 year old girlfriend in a way he couldn’t exactly, simply because of size. Love hearing me describe how his crotch smacked off my smooth pussy as he pounded up into me. And of course how I relinquished myself and became this other guy’s fucktoy, and got used by him as he wanted. I better remember every detail. Not just for him.

Then he sat up and did what my boyfriend would simply never have been able to do, he swung his legs over the bed, still with his rock solid cock in me, and stood up. I was literally impaled on his giant weapon! I could never even have imagined how spectacular that could be. He supported my full weight as if I was nothing, so easily.
He effortlessly carried me to the wall and pressed me up against it and fucked me hard. Ramming me against it and hammering me into ecstasy. Nothing could have stopped him, he was in a trance, groaning, growling even and I revelled in this, watching him, listening to his excitement build and for him to lose himself even more. Without warning he walked back to the bed, his cock never leaving my pussy. He lay me on the bed and started to fuck me just missionary but that’s not how I wanted it. I slid him out of me and wriggled onto all fours. As with everything with this guy, he took his time, he wasn’t going to just go straight back in. He slapped my ass again and rubbed his cock up my slit a few times before finally giving it to me and plunging deeper into me. I was whimpering and crying for it, I knew I couldn’t last long.
He was fucking me like a train and slapping my ass as he did it, even called me a dirty bitch and growled how good it was.
I couldn’t stop the orgasm if my life depended on it. It was coming and I couldn’t stop anything my body wanted to do. I normally don’t say much in bed but the words just fell out of my mouth ‘Fuck yes, Fuck, yes, Fuck YES’ as I came on his perfect, giant cock. The start of my orgasm, with my pussy contracting tightly on his cock sent him over the edge and he frantically fucked me to finish us both off. He took hold of my hair and held me in place as my body went weak. He ploughed all he had left into me and let out a delicious guttural noise of sheer relief as he safely, came inside me. I wish he had pulled out and shot it all over my back but he didn’t. He kept moving inside me for another minute or so until he was fully spent and we both collapsed, heaving and sweating onto the bed.

I’m sure I floated right there. I got everything I wanted and I couldn’t wait to tell my boy, to relive it all with him and for him. Retell how this fabulous, beast of a man used his girl. Oh god I hoped the fantasy was still what he wanted and that he got what it was he was looking for? I hoped I could tell it right, remember the details he would look for.

I started to get dressed and I could feel him watching me. I had thought he would have been spent after two goes? Not so it seemed. I could feel his eyes on me as I got myself together. He seemed to have found his voice now, was a little bit arrogant actually asked me rhetorically ‘I bet you’ve never been fucked like that before, bet you’ve never had a fucking so good’. Ok, so that might be true but the arrogance annoyed me a little. I was also, now that it was all over, a little self-conscious with his eyes all over me.
He walked me to the door, without getting dressed. And I did think about having it again. He kissed me deeply and couldn’t resist the last grope. He then opened the door, bollock naked for anyone to see and waved me off. I had to admire his audacity. But it was time for me to get home.

As I’m on my way home the stranger sends a text to my boy. He doesn’t tell him that ‘he’ had a great time, he tells him that we had a great time. I think my boy would have preferred something more, vulgar, disrespectful? Which I’m right about. When he tells me about it later he says he wanted it to be the very opposite of what we had or what we do, just animalistic and a text saying how the stranger had just used me would have been what he was really looking for.

I get in the door and he’s straight on me. My face is devoid of makeup, I’m all messed up and he loves it. I don’t think he knows where to start. He pulls me in close and I can feel the need for me, radiating from him. His cock is straining against his pants and pressed into my thigh. He clearly has no regrets, I’m relieved and even after all I’ve been doing, I’m turned on. He kisses me passionately as if I’ve been away for months, then asks the first question, the only place to start really ‘So, was it good?’ He says almost tentatively. So good baby, I say into his mouth as he keeps kissing me, needing me. We don’t make it that far, just as far as the arm of the couch. He bends me over and pulls my jeans down, I know he’s been waiting all night for this. He puts his hands between my legs, tells me if feels like I’ve been good and fucked. I know this is what he wants, and I have, been good and fucked. I look back at him over my shoulder and tell him. ‘It was such a good fucking, he fucked me really well baby. ‘It feels like it’. I think that was about all that he could take. He was in me and pounding me then. I know what he was thinking – this is what the stranger had, this is what he got to see. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me but this tension had been building for him for the whole time I was away, he wasn’t going to last long. He came harder than I think he ever had with me before. I loved that. I was so proud of myself, that I could do this for him.

I was so thirsty and so tired. I just wanted water and to lie down. (Jesus, how does anyone do this for a living?) We chatted for a bit just the main highlights, no real details. We did have sex again upstairs, I wanted to, I loved how aroused this made my boy but I was just so tired. I didn’t come. I didn’t expect to. I think he thought I did it because I owed it to him, which I kind of did but I don’t like describing it in those terms. Of course I was having sex more for him than me at that point, but this was all part of it. And I got something else out of it, I got to see my boy’s release, this was the culmination of his fantasy, I’d had my bit, now I was there for him.
But the next day? Oh my God the next day!
We woke up early and stayed in bed for hours, most of the day actually. Just the two of us, talking about it. Phones off, blocking the world out. I went through every detail, gave him a blow by blow account of what happened and how it happened, what we did and how it made me feel. And it worked, it did what it was supposed to, it turned us both on to relive it. I relished telling him the details and he revelled in hearing them. We were in bed til late afternoon having the hottest sex of our relationship. And it continued like this, every time we talked about it we both got so worked up it just ignited something in us and the sex was phenomenal.

I know he occasionally worried when he was in me, was I thinking of a bigger cock, was I wishing I had the bigger guy. Maybe I was, sometimes, but not essentially. At the core of this I wanted him, my boy, I wanted our time together. The intimacy of our relationship. Physicality is really only just one aspect to sex and most of the time it’s the least important one. Being a certain physique might be what makes you want to sleep with someone, what they do might make you enjoy it but it’s how they make you feel that makes you want it all the time. That’s what makes you stay.
And it was a fantasy, it played out deliciously but only because of the trust I had with my boy. It was my boyfriend that I wanted all of the time, not a fantasy. It was how my boyfriend made me feel that I wanted, that I loved. Not a stranger. And it was the played out fantasy that we got to share, that was between us, for us to have and to re-play for the rest of our relationship.

So this didn’t break us up. We broke up a long time later and not anything to do with this or any other fetish. We got such mileage out of this experience. It was incendiary every time we talked about it. Sent us both crazy. Although there was a bit of hell to pay when I did confess that the stranger had been inside me for a bit without a condom. This wasn’t just dangerous it was a breach of trust and of the agreement I made. But he couldn’t stay angry at me; he was just so turned on by the thought of me losing control so much in the moment. I suppose I was surprised myself.
We had decided that the cut-off point was when I met the stranger for the drink for better or worse I was going for it then. I had hoped that I would like it, prepared for him to maybe not be as good as he claimed or to not last that long? But I suppose I hadn’t prepared myself to enjoy it that much – to that extent where I forgot myself and about any safety of myself and my partner. I suppose while I don’t fully understand all of what was so erotic about it for my boy, I can understand that it is hotter for him if I was enjoying it?
We did talk about him being with a girl but that never transpired as there didn’t appear to be any girls advertising on CraigsList to accommodate us. Funnily enough. So I can’t say how I’d feel about it. I think I’d feel the same as he did. But I can’t say for sure. I might not have gone through with it, he had been fantasising about this since he was a teenager I was new to it. I think with hindsight I’m glad that I didn’t get to test that limit.

Would we do it again? We tried to, it didn’t work out.
What would we do differently? Well, I probably should have taken photos of the stranger fucking me, that would have been a keepsake and I think something my boy would have flipped over, in a good way. Rookie mistake I suppose. It would have kept him a bit more involved during the session too.
And of course, we’d have hoped that we could have had someone that’s ok with being watched.
But I don’t regret it. I don’t regret any of it and it’s something that I’ll remember fondly and hotly for ever.




Would love to hear anyone’s thoughts or if anyone has had a similar experience.

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