*All characters 18 and consenting. Tags; cheating, chastity, verbal humiliation etc. I wanted to try writing two perspectives. Let me know your thoughts.

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“Ooh fuck, yeah fuck me…yeah just like that.” I moaned, pushing my brown hair from my face as I felt him slide even deeper into my soaking wet Pussy. The stretch felt so good, oh my god I could barely think!

“You like that you little slut?” He asked his tone breathy and deep as he wrapped his hand around my throat, asserting his dominance.

“Yes daddy, oh fuck yes, fill me up, c’mon cum for me.” I replied my airway being sexually restricted, an absolute delight.

Unclasping the sheets, which I formerly was clenching to, I slid my fingers between our tight young bodies and began vigorously rubbing my cum covered clit.

Marcus had already cum once tonight, spraying his sticky seed all over my lower half. He would’ve gone home had I not practically wrapped my naked body around him, smothering him in between my pierced tits, begging him to stay…begging for the creampie.

Marcus grunted and moaned, the tone tight, through gritted teeth. I could feel him growing thicker and firmer inside of me with every stroke, soon I would receive my prize.

Rubbing as fast as I could, I was on the brink, all I’d needed was a few powerful thrusts to get me there. Although I could cum ever so easily to my own delicate fingers, it just wasn’t the same level of satisfaction if there wasn’t a big, meaty cock buried deep within my cunt.

The dick is always that much better when it’s wasn’t my boyfriends, that had always been my mantra. Sure, open relationships were fun but it was just that much more spicy, that much more erotic when it was a dirty little secret; when I could be a dirty little cumslut.

My nerves were on fire, inside my pussy and all across my clit. Goosebumps ran the length of my legs as Marcus rammed into me our sexual orchestra building to the crescendo. It felt like I could see the back of my own skull the way my eyes rolled back as he fucked me.

Grunting deeply I felt the warm quick release spray deeply into my warm, already soaked pussy it was just the sensation I needed to roll over the pleasure cliff.

“Ooh no I’m gonna cum.” I said, my voice high pitched, almost scared, the way I knew he liked it. Cumming now I felt myself explode all over his cock, our sexual juices merging together as one. Launching my arms around him, digging my nails deep into his muscular back I threw my neck back, wailing at the top of my lungs as his strokes subsided.

With some final grunts and deep thrusts he pulled his girthy cock from me. I felt the warm cum ooze out of me immediately; he had left me gaping. It felt so good, I couldn’t do much more than lay still, slightly shaking as the pile of nerves I called my body slowly regained its composure.

Falling next to me, panting heavily Marcus placed a soft kiss of my cheek, the first romantic thing he’d ever done. Looking over at him, I reached my hand down from my clit and with a manicured finger grabbed a droopy dollop of his sticky cum, bringing my seed soaked finger to my mouth.

His eyes widened as he saw me take the finger in my mouth and suck it clean, revealing to him, with a bratty poke of my tongue that it was all gone.

“You’re so Fucking hot.” He said, stroking himself as if trying to push past his refractory period.

“Next time—“ I said, keeping my tone low in a sensual whisper. “How about you dump that big load in my mouth?” I asked, reaching for another scoop of his baby gravy.

He was entranced, gobsmacked and utterly obsessed. I couldn’t blame him, my body was slim and stacked. I had the assets in all the right places; flat stomach, nice double D’s with some nipple piercings, flowers adorning the sides and a cute little ass you’d love to take a bite out of.

Marcus wasn’t the first guy who had become enamoured with me and my glorious pussy and he wouldn’t be the last. Unlike other girls I knew I could fuck and I liked to share that gift with more than just my boyfriend; sometimes with his best friend…like Marcus.

Checking his watch now, Marcus jumped from the bed; “Fuck! Adam will be home any minute.” He said, remembering his schedule.

“You know—“ I began, rolling onto my stomach, kicking my legs into the air to show him my gorgeous petite feet. “If you stayed we could finally tell him. I’d even let you fuck me while he watched.”

“No this can’t happen again, it’s bad enough I fucked his girl, but in his own bed, his own apartment. It’s not right Demi.” Marcus said, as if regaining his consciousness and morals; oh how I hated post-nut clarity, it turned the big boys into little wimps.

“If you say so.” I said with a sigh, headed to the bathroom.

Without another thought or word he picked his clothes up, quickly dressed and ran out the door. I sighed again whilst peeing, feeling the remainder of his hot load fall from my pussy.

“Well—“ I began, talking to myself, the pee still coming, “—luckily Adam has a lot of friends.” I said coming to terms with having to find a new paramour.

Washing my hands and tidying my hair I went back to the bedroom and began tidying the bed. I always found it funny, as I’d remake my cheating scenes and think of my alibi to rub Adam’s pillow in the wet patches or cum stains. Knowing he would unknowingly put his face in a cum covered pillow and would breathe in the scent of the man who filled me up with their hot load was sensational.

My clit cried out to me, begging to be rubbed at the mere thought. Lowering my hand to myself I readied my fingers, coating them quickly with my spit.

It was not to be however, as I heard the key to our apartment enter the lock and the door burst open.

Scrambling I ran into the bathroom, majority of my clothes with me. Redressing fast I heard a voice call;

“Hey honey I’m home. I picked up some Chinese food after work.” Adam called, his voice chipper.

Coming out of the bathroom as if pretending to be still waking up from a nap I greeted him with a light hug, my night gown creased and hair clearly dishevelled. He leaned back and placed a kiss on my unsuspecting lips, his smile wide and beard uneven.

Forcing a smile I asked; “did you remember the egg rolls?”

“Shit! Sorry honey I forgot.”

Seeing my chance I panted hard, folding my arms before pretending to regain composure.

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll go get them.” He said almost eager.

“No, no it’s fine Adam.” I said, placing emphasis on his name.

“I’ll be right back, 10mins tops, you start eating okay babe?” He said placing a kiss on my forehead before grabbing the keys and leaving.

As the door closed I squealed with excitement; what sneaky little thing could I do with ten minutes I wondered.

OH!

I’ll send a video of me in the shower to Adam’s boss I decided quickly, the thought making me drip with anticipation.

Running into the bathroom and turning on the shower head I checked my phone. Sure enough, Adam’s boss’ phone number was here, it pays to network at work functions I thought.

Stripping, my clothes falling softly off of me and landing on the floor I skipped across the house to the bedroom to retrieve my dildo, my ass jiggling as I ran.

Holding my boobs in place to avoid them painfully smacking into my chest I continued my skip, arriving in the bedroom and pulling the long, 12” black dildo from the dresser drawer. The base was a suction cup, the entire toy waterproof. I tingled excitedly, oh how this toy had been put through the wringer.

Every tight hole in my freshly 20yr old body had been pounded, stretched and ruined by this beast. As good as it was though there was no ‘emotional connection’.

I mean, how was I supposed to cum hard on a toy when one “accidentally” sent nude could have Adam’s friends, brothers or even dad here in minutes ready to rip my clothes off, to make me their fuckdoll.

stepping to the shower, reading the camera on the sink and attaching the dildo to the wall I grew even more excited. Starting the video, letting the water cascade over my tight body I addressed the video to Adam’s boss by name, showing the dildo before pulling my cheeks apart and forcing it into my tight pussy as it slid on, I moaned Adam’s bosses name, asking him through the screen ‘oh fuck, you feel so good. Yeah fill me up with that big thick cock…mmm…fuck.’ My eyes never leaving the camera. Feeling it slide deep within me I giggled; it felt good to be a slut.

The drive across town was fairly quick in good traffic, the breeze was cool and the radio played good tunes. What a life I led.

Friday Night. The best night of the week. Mr Henderson had been riding my ass all week, I thought as I pulled into the Chinese restaurant’s car park. How nice it would be to finally unwind, to cuddle up with Demi.

Demi.

I could feel my mind wander. Ever since my workdays became longer and my promotion never came she had been different; distant. She had said everything was all right but there were signs.

It was in the little things; less kisses before bed, wanting to be by herself, a drop in sex drive. Did she not respect me?

Entering the restaurant, the familial door chime acknowledging my presence I walked up to the counter absentmindedly.

Bumping into someone I heard a phone fall to the floor, startling me back to reality.

“Hey man watch it.” A familiar voice called

Looking up, the dropped phone in hand I saw it was Marcus.

“Hey Marcus, how you doing? I hardly see you anymore dawg.” I said stretching my free hand out for a handshake.

Marcus gawked at me, his face slightly pale, the handshake never coming.

“We always are just missing each other.” He said, small beads of sweat on his head.

A brutal pause sat between us before he said; “hey man can I get that back?” Gesturing to his phone.

Going to hand it back I felt it buzz and instinctively looked; one new message — from Demi.

It was a photo. Why would she be sending a photo to Marcus? Must’ve been an mis-click.

“I think Demi knew you’d be here.” I said, holding the phone a little longer, studying my tall black friend, his braids messier than usual.

“Ayo, you still with her. I keep saying homie she for the streets.” Marcus replied unprovoked.

Looking at him for a little longer I noticed his shirt; an early design by a local band I liked. It was almost the same level of faded as mine, just a little more dirty, it had a bunch of wet marks across it.

“Since when do you like Ripened Carcass?” I asked handing him back his phone.

He went ghost white, looking down at the shirt, holding the material and studying it. He’s muddied his way through a few sentences before deciding on; “shit man, you know I fuck with them since you showed me their EP.”

Raising an eyebrow at him I considered the coincidence. But that’s all it was. Brushing it off I wished him well and told him about their new single before ordering a fresh batch of egg rolls. I hoped Demi was still hungry.

“I didn’t think it would all fit.” I said addressing the recorder, the strands of saliva coming away with the dildo as I pulled it from my tight, sore throat.

“Mmm yeah, would you fit in my mouth? Or is your nice, big dick too long?” I said between sliding the dildo down and back up again.

“I need to see it Daddy, send it….pwease.” I said in a baby like tone, knowing it drove the boys wild.

Shutting off the record, I reviewed the film before sending it to as many men in my contacts as I could; heck even my brother’s friends would be getting this — it was my best work. But what made the orgasms from these videos that much more sweet was how Adam knew nothing.

FUCK! nothing made me more wet than that.

Feeling my phone buzz I smirked, already a boy had replied, probably with a dimly lit dick pick or a subpar cum tribute.

Lifting it to my face the text message caused me to drop my phone in equal parts fear and excitement;

“He knows.”

I was practically soaked; I knew if I gave Marcus some clothes of Adam’s and planted the idea of Chinese food in his mind after sucking his soul from his body in our first round of sex that he’d crash into Adam. I was shivering with anxiety; it almost made me throw up.

What would happen to me when Adam found out? How angry would he get? Would he evict me? With each passing thought my nerves across my clit began firing off, begging me, imploring me to satisfy the inner lust.

As a generous host I complied sliding a finger into my pussy as I rubbed my drenched clit lightly with the other. Just like before, as my rhythm built the door unlocked, the oppressive sound killing the moment and all sense of enjoyment.

Pulling my g-string up and my short shorts I walked out of the bedroom, chucking the dildo under the bed. Adam stood waiting in the kitchen the egg rolls in hand.

“You’ll never guess who I saw.” Adam said

“Who?” I asked taking an egg roll, hoping it would kill the mind melting twinges I felt in my clit.

“Marcus, apparently he got into Ripened Carcass since I lent him that EP.” Adam continued, unloading the Chinese food I hadn’t moved from the counter since he left.

Fuck.

It was so erotic. Hearing him so obliviously telling me about Marcus. Against my better judgement I prodded;

“I haven’t seen him in ages, how’s he looking?”

“You know Marcus, he’s built like a linebacker. I swear he’s only gotten more jacked!” Adam said genuinely proud of his friend.

Biting my lip and feeling my nipples engorge at the description I pushed down a sultry toned reply and tried my best to speak plainly:

“Oh is that right?”

“Yeah!” Adam began, now walking to the bedroom.

“He’s in real good shape.” I continued, eager to get out of my work clothes and into something comfy.

Sliding open my drawer I reached in for my own Ripened Carcass t-shirt, to find the hanger was empty. I looked through the hangers then the shelves. It wasn’t here.

Walking back out to the kitchen I grabbed an egg roll and mindlessly continued the conversation as I walked into the laundry, keeping the flow light. I looked through the hamper, the washer and dryer; nothing. Where could it have gone?

“He needs to apply for the NFL, those red braids make him stand out.” Demi called from the kitchen.

Dropping my egg roll onto the floor I too nearly followed suit before bracing myself against the wall. Marcus had blue braids the last time she had seen him. Something was off.

Walking out I saw Demi’s normally picturesque demeanour shift. “Cmon baby let’s sit on the couch and watch something.” She said, her voice sultry for the first time in forever.

Something was definitely going on.

“In a minute babe I’m just going to jump in the shower.” I said walking toward our bedroom’s ensuite.

“No!” She called “Use the other bathroom I only just cleaned that bathroom.”

Yet another odd thing to say.

“I’ll just be a minute.” I said walking into the bedroom.

Alarmingly as I entered the room Demi followed me, jumping on my back; “okay okay” she said whispering over my shoulder, “how about you fuck me first and then you can shower.” Kissing my neck between words.

Spinning around and taking her to the floor I kissed her back. It was all in my head surely. I had just misplaced the shirt and was reading into things.

My logic slowly left my brain as my dick grew firmer in my pants, opening my eyes I saw a cock hungry Demi staring back at me. But that wasn’t the main thing I saw.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her long black dildo and a condom wrapper, with the condom still inside.

As if to divert my gaze she grabbed my face and pulled me down towards her chest, my face smacking in between her heavy set beautiful breasts.

Before long her hand guided me down to her delicious cunt. Pushing the ludicrous thoughts out of my mind I licked her deeply, the taste slightly off before opening my eyes to see a splotch of cum, man cum, between her legs and her vagina.

Although I knew she had a shower there was no explanation for this, no talking her way out of it. I had her dead to rights. Before blowing my lid I quickly decided to finish her off, for the last time thinking all the while;

I Fucking knew it.

Despite his smaller cock and terrible stroke game compared to his friends Adam could eat pussy really well. He was a master, an art at his craft and given that he was inadvertently cleaning his friends seed from my fertile pussy I couldn’t help but cum buckets on his face.

Now, curled up in bed many hours later I lay, before drifting off to sleep, my consciousness and morality piping up for the first time today, as they always seemed to.

The little pipsqueak voice inside my mind limply asked; “tell him. He deserves to know.” Shaking my head as I adjusted the pillow I spoke internally back, saying what I said every night; “relax, he doesn’t know.”

CLICK CLICK

I woke up startled, the lights off, a cold metallic feeling pressed between my legs. Oh fuck oh fuck. He knew. Oh fuck. Sitting up slowly so not startle him I pushed out tears and began fake crying; “Adam what are you doing?!” I said crying into the pitch black abyss before me.

As the blinding light of his phone shot into my eyes revealing the metallic feeling’s origin he looked down, my eyes follows t his. Seeing now, the metal female chastity cage imprisoning my legs, like a pair of iron briefs.

With no area to reach in to touch my clit I rocked forward and ran my hand across it, the lock firmly in place.

There were no openings of gaps save for the circular cut out for my asshole, fearfully I felt him squeeze my legs as he said emphatically, his dick firm and eyes crazed;

“I know.”