Okay guys, I've got a very intense story to share.

First, some context: My boyfriend, lets call him R., is an asshole. He treats me like shit, and our relationship is toxic as hell. I know I should leave, but it's complicated, and I don't want to get into the details right now. Just know that I'm stuck in this shitty situation, and it sucks.

A while back, R. cheated on me. It was horrible; tears, breakups, and makeups. But eventually, we got back together. But the pain and humiliation of his betrayal never really went away. It gnawed at me, eating away at my self-esteem and confidence.

So, when the opportunity presented itself, I decided to get some revenge. I didn't plan on cheating that night, but I wanted attention. I wanted to feel desired, to feel sexy, to feel like I was worth something. So, I put on the sluttiest outfit I could think of.

I wore a white crop top with no bra, my nipples visible through the thin fabric. I paired it with a black choker that accentuated my slender neck, a black thong, and a short black skirt that was cut out on the sides, revealing my black fishnet stockings and the curve of my ass. The skirt was so short that even when I bent over just a little, my entire ass was on display. I finished the look with a pair of 6-inch heels that made my legs look incredible and added a few inches to my 164cm frame. I looked like a sex kitten, ready to prowl.

I arrived at the club already tipsy, the alcohol coursing through my veins, giving me a boost of confidence and courage. I was ready to have some fun, to let loose, and to see where the night would take me. I went out with my best friend, S., who is a total slut and always up for a good time. She was dressed just as provocatively as I was, and together, we were a sight to behold.

As we made our way through the crowded club, I could feel the eyes of men on me, their gazes lingering on my body, their desire palpable. I loved the attention, the feeling of being wanted, the knowledge that I could have any man in the room if I wanted to.

That's when they approached us—a group of tall, dark, and handsome black guys. They were friendly, chatty, and we hit it off instantly. Sarah was flirting shamelessly with one of them, and I found myself drawn to another, a tall, muscular man with dark skin and piercing brown eyes. Lets call him M. and he was sexy as hell.

We spent the evening together, dancing, drinking, and flirting. The music was pulsing, the lights were flashing, and the atmosphere was electric. I was caught up in the moment, swept away by the excitement and the thrill of it all.

As the night wore on, I found myself dancing with M. He pulled me close, his hands on my hips, his body pressed against mine. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and it sent a wave of desire coursing through my body. But I didn't want to cheat. I had come out to have fun, to feel good about myself, not to betray R.

But M. was relentless. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "You're so fucking sexy," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. I could feel my resolve weakening, my body betraying me.

He took my hand, leading me away from the dance floor, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. I followed him, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, but also with a hint of fear. I knew what was about to happen, and I was powerless to stop it.

We made our way to a secluded corner of the club, hidden from view by a large pillar. The sound of the music and the distant chatter of the crowd mixed with the pounding of my heart, creating a heady atmosphere that sent my senses into overdrive.

M. pushed me back against the pillar, his body pressing against mine, his hands roaming my curves. I could feel his hardness pressing into me, and it sent a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through my body. But I also felt a pang of guilt, thinking about what my bf would do if he found out.

M. slipped his hands under my skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of my thong, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I moaned softly, my body responding to his touch, my desire building with each passing second. He ripped my fishnets open, the sound of the fabric tearing sending a thrill through my body.

He spun me around, pressing my body against the pillar. I could feel the cool stone against my cheek, the rough texture a stark contrast to the heat of his body. He hiked up my skirt, exposing my ass, my thong pulled to the side. He leaned down, his tongue finding my clit, licking me from behind. I gasped, the sensation overwhelming, the pleasure intense and all-consuming.

He licked me slowly, his tongue exploring every inch of me, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body. He licked my asshole too, the sensation foreign and exhilarating. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the desire that was burning within me. I tried to think about stopping, about the consequences of my actions, but the pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming.

He bit my ass, leaving traces and bruises, marking me as his. I cried out, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my body. He slapped my ass hard, leaving a handprint that would be visible for hours. I was completely at his mercy, completely under his control.

He got up and gripped me, spinning me around to face him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head down to his cock. I took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his shaft, my tongue exploring the length of him. I sucked him greedily, my head bobbing up and down, my hands gripping his hips, pulling him deeper into my mouth.

He gripped my hair tightly, his hips thrusting forward, fucking my mouth with abandon. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. I was consumed by desire, driven by a primal need that overrode all rational thought.

I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, his body trembling with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He fucked my face hard, his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and choke. I tried to push my head away, but he held me firmly in place, his grip on my hair unyielding.

I could feel everything in my mouth flowing out, my eyes rolling back in my head, my body convulsing with the intensity of it all. I was on the verge of blacking out, the lack of oxygen making me lightheaded and dizzy.

But just as I was about to pass out, M. slapped my face hard, the sting of his hand bringing me back to reality. "You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he growled, his voice filled with lust and desire.

I nodded, my mouth still filled with his cock, my body still trembling with pleasure. I was a slut, a dirty little whore, and I loved every second of it.

He pulled out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. He gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into my flesh, biting me hard, leaving a mark that would be visible for days.

I cried out, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through my body. He slapped my face again, his hand sending a thrill through my body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice filled with lust and desire. "You like being treated like a dirty little slut."

I nodded, my body trembling with pleasure, my mind consumed by the intensity of it all. I was completely at his mercy, completely under his control.

He pulled me up, his hand on my throat, turned me around and pushed my face on the wall, his hard cock pressing into my ass. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him, the desire that matched my own. He slipped his cock inside me, he was huge. Way bigger than my bf and definitively in the top 5 biggest dicks I ever had. I was screaming in pleasure.

The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity and all-consuming. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge, every vein of his fat pulsating cock. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh, his body slamming into mine with each powerful thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the air, mixing with my moans and his grunts, creating a symphony of pleasure and desire.

I could feel the orgasm building within me, the pleasure coiling in my core, the tension mounting with each passing second. I was on the edge, teetering on the brink, ready to fall into the abyss of ecstasy.

And then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense that it consumed me, body and soul. I screamed, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him for all he was worth.

He groaned, his body trembling, his cock throbbing, just when I realized he hadn't used a condom and was fucking me raw, i felt his cum filling me, coating my insides, marking me as his. The sensation was overwhelming and the pleasure one of the most intense experiences I had in my life. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, running down my leg, a hot, sticky mess that was a testament to our passion.

As we cleaned up, adjusting our clothes and fixing our hair, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Guilt for what I had done, excitement at the thrill of it all, and a burning desire for more. I looked completely fucked, my makeup smeared, my hair disheveled, my body covered in bruises and fuckmarks. I had no idea how I was going to hide this from R. but in that moment, I didn't care.

And as I made my way back to the dance floor, my body still tingling with pleasure, my mind still reeling from the intensity of it all, I knew that this was just the beginning. This was the start of a new chapter, a new adventure, a new journey of self-discovery and sexual exploration.

I know that what I did wasn't right but tbh this was a 10/10 experience and nothing in the world could stop me from doing it again. The only thing I would change is to tie my boyfriend to a chair and force him to watch me get destroyed and maybe clean up afterwards.

Thanks for reading, lovelies! This was a wild ride, and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Would love to hear your thoughts and experiences.