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Am I A Cuckold? You DecideAbsolute TRUE STORYHe pushed my tight little asian GF over the end of the bed. He glanced back at me and flashed a cocky smirk before smacking her hard one time on the ass. She dutifully raised up on her toes and perked her round ass up in the air. He slowly slid his hefty cock into her pussy inch by excruciating inch. All I could do was listen as his dick seemingly pushed a puff of air out of her lungs. She began to moan as he started to, first slowly, and then more forcefully fuck her from behind.I had butterflies and was awash in conflicting feelings of extreme lust and jealousy as his large black balls smacked between her thighs. Her moans turned into soft puffs of air. He smacked his large hand down hard on her ass whenever she tried to wriggle away or lower from her toes. I was frozen. I felt something was wrong with letting him hit her like that but it stirred something deep inside of me and caused me to anticipate each slap as much as she did. I wanted to pull my hard cock out and shamelessly stroke it, but I had convinced her that this was for her and not me. What I saw and heard that night could provide a lifetime of stroke material. It seemed like both forever and way too soon before his body tightened up, and he started a low guttural moan. He started slamming harder and harder into that sweet upturned ass making it quake and ankara escort jiggle. I was surprised to hear her grunts turn into soft chants of “yes” “yes” “fuck me.” It was soft as if she didn’t want me to hear but couldn’t hold it in. Whatever ambivalence she may have harbored had given way to carnal desire. Anyone could have walked into the room at that moment and all she would have done is stare blankly into space while her loins were pounded. It wasn’t long before he pulled his cream covered cock out of her pussy and milked his balls all over her ass. He stepped away, and I moved in to take this picture. I didn’t notice at the time but when I looked at this photo I could see that he didn’t pull out quite fast enough. When he was done he sat in a chair with a cocky look of triumph on his face. She was heaving in the same position. Her legs were shaking slightly as she remained on her toes. I felt a sense of regret and panic quickly filling the void that was left by the diminishing lust that had taken over me just moments before. I felt hot like the temperature in the room rose to 100 degrees, and I felt embarrassed—humiliated. What had I done? What will she think about me? Will she want to do this without me? Was he better than me? Will I live to regret this or will it be the start of a new dimension to our sex lives. I snapped out of it when I heard him ankara escort bayan say, “come here?” She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling for a few moments. What was she thinking? I wanted to rewind the clock and undo what just happened. I wanted the erotic rush without the regret. I wanted the imagery without the reality. I wanted the experience without the consequences. “Get over here,” he snapped, and this time she obeyed and started to walk over to him. He barked “crawl.” I knew there was no way she would that. She wouldn’t be humiliated like that. So imagine how surprised I was when she dropped to her knees and slowly crawled slowly. She exaggerated each step with her ass upturned and twisting. She crawled right up to his lap. He was sitting on a chair with his legs extended. His cock looked heavy against his thigh as it glistened with her pussy lotion all over it (see photo). Her feet were slightly red except her toes which were blanched from being extended through the entire fuck. He gently grabbed her by the chin and guided her lips to his lap. He looked at me as he told her, “taste yourself.” She turned and looked at me with a slight look of concern, as if seeking my approval. I wanted to object and reassert my control, but before I could say anything she pulled his cock into her mouth and started sucking it clean. She worked escort ankara his dick with vigor as if she wanted his approval now. She kept her eyes locked on me as she licked and sucked every inch of his cock. One of her small hands cupped his balls and gently massaged them as she slurped on his cock. There was something in her eyes that told me that she was now doing this for herself. It scared me. His length and girth were impressive. She handled his cock, sometimes with two hands. She handled it like it was something to be worshipped. Her expression started to slowly haze over with lust again. I even noticed her eyes roll back into her head a couple of times. Was I gonna let this happen again? At that point I was unsure if I could even stop it. Part of me didn’t want to stop it. I had no excuse to let it go on. I was no longer intoxicated by lust and excitement or frozen by indecision so I stepped in and said enough. She looked slightly disappointed as she let his heavy cock fall from her mouth. She obeyed but her eyes had a look of protest. A long strand of saliva from her bottom lip to his shaft caught the light as his cock dropped. We haven’t talked about it. It’s been a few days. We’ve been going about life as if it were a dream we each had unbeknownst to the other. My mind swings wildly between wanting to forget it ever happened to wanting to know every detail of how she felt before, during, and after. Will we do it again? Should we? Is the fantasy better than than the reality? Did I open pandora’s box? Time will tell. (See actual photos of his cream covered cock and her cum covered ass above.)

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