I stared apprehensively at the door, knowing she would be home at any second. It was nerve wracking knowing what I would be telling her today, but it’s been on my mind for what felt like ages now, and I knew that Sierra, no matter what, would try to be as understanding as possible.
Sierra and I had been dating for two years at this point, and I was absolutely smitten with her. She was a very lively and bubbly kind of person who lit up every room she was in. I loved how motherly she was towards me and all of our close friends, and the more I got to know her, the harder I fell for her. She had dark blonde hair that occasionally looked auburn under certain lighting, a wide grin with thick rosy lips, and a very curvy body, specifically her large breasts, which were by far my favorite parts of her body.
She unlocked the door to my home, and entered with the usual wide grin on her face. She held a starbucks cup with her favorite drink, and immediately moved forwards to give me an embrace. She wore a low cut black dress that hugged her body tightly, and my eyes immediately went down to her cleavage, wondering if I could ever get tired of the sight of them.
I was 6’2 with black messy/shaggy hair and big brown eyes. I wore a blazer, shorts and my usual tortoise shell glasses with a beaded black necklace and a watch. Though it wasn’t necessary to dress up in my own home, I still loved looking good for Sierra. Besides, we had a dinner reservation coming up.
“Hey sweetie, how’s it going?” She said, squeezing up against me.
I brushed my finger through her hair, also wondering how she could smell so good all the time. “Good, good. Managed to finish my work in time.”
“Great! Then we can go all out tonight,” she winked. Most people - just like me when we first met - had no idea there was a slightly darker side to Sierra. She wasn’t faking her bubbly sunshine personality perse, but she was also a very sexual person. She liked to seduce people, to get men to stare at her like she owned the world. She was just as sexually needy as I was. In fact, probably even more so than me, though I’d never complain about that. She loved to post thirst traps on her social media, which got bigger and bigger on a daily basis, and I’d never had a problem with it. Recently, I’ve discovered why this was the case. That was precisely what I wanted to talk to her about today.
“Can you sit down for a sec? I need to talk to you about something,” I said, already making my way to my usual favorite seat in the living room.
She frowned, but listened, making her way towards me so she could nestle onto my lap. All of this was so natural for us I began stroking her hip with one hand and brushing through her hair with the other. “I had a feeling something was wrong…” she said.
“Well, you’ve always been able to read me well,” I looked down, not knowing how to begin this conversation.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” She asked worriedly.
“No, it’s actually my problem,” I explained, and it all came blurting out. “A fetish of mine has been emerging recently… I don’t really know how it started, maybe it came to me in a dream… but I can’t stop thinking about you being with other guys.”
“Being with other guys? Are you talking about me posting on insta?” She frowned. “I told you to let me know if it’s ever too much for you!”
“No, no. It’s the opposite. The idea of you being with other guys while I watch has been really turning me on. A lot.”
Her mouth opened in a wide ‘O’ of understanding. “Really?”
“Yeah. Like I said, it started with a dream, and now I can’t get it out of my head. I’ve been imagining you with all sorts of other guys… and it just gets me so fucking hard,” I felt it all spill out. She’s always been so understanding, and the way she was looking at me now, like she could never judge me for anything - I just had to tell her.
She flipped my glasses up so they hung over my forehead, and gave me the widest smile. “Honey, why would I judge you for something like this?”
I frowned, “because it’s terrible. I’m imagining you getting railed without your consent… and I just can’t help myself.”
“Exactly. You can’t help yourself,” she shrugged. “Everyone has kinks, and I’ve never heard of a single person that’s been able to control it. It’s innate. It’s part of you. How could I judge you for that?”
I couldn’t believe it. I knew she was an extremely caring person, but she surprised me each and every day, even after two years of being together. I pulled her close, letting her lay in between my neck and shoulder. “I love you so much, Sierra. Thank you for never judging me.”
“Always,” she said, nuzzling even more into me.
We stayed there for a while, both within our own thoughts when she suddenly said, “So… did you want me to act on these thoughts?”
I pulled back at once, completely flabbergasted. “You… What are you offering here?”
“Well, if you want to make those thoughts a reality, I’m totally down for it,” she said with a sly smirk plastered on her face.
That alone got me hard, and I knew she could feel it as her ass was plastered directly on my crotch. She giggled and began grinding down against me, making me let out a low growl. “Seems like your cock is interested in this proposition.”
“Of course he is,” I could tell my pupils were dilated. She was really getting me going, and knew exactly how to do so. “Are you serious, though? You’ll actually fuck other guys?”
“Sure, if it gets you as hard as you are right now,” with that, she ground into me harder.
“You’re not worried it’ll jeopardize our relationship?” I asked, still trying to push back the fog of need.
“No. You and I both know how strong we are together. Nothing can ever get past this.” With that, I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her up princess style, and walked to my bedroom, so eager I barely looked around us as she giggled away.
I dropped her down onto our bed, and she looked up at me with a devilish expression, “Won’t we be late for our reservation?”
I growled, “You totally knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”
She faked an innocent look as she said, “If I can’t get my boyfriend horny enough to drop everything and fuck me at any moment, then what’s the point?”
We completely missed the reservation all together.
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It had been a week after the conversation, and neither of us had spoken of it again. I didn’t want to bring it up again, for fear that she had changed her mind, or was just teasing me with it to get me going, though it was still very much on my mind.
One day, I was working from home when I received a notification from her on instagram. I smiled, as a message from her always made me feel better, and was shocked when I saw it. It was an image of her at the gym, wearing almost nothing to cover her body, flashing her tits at two strangers who were lifting weights.
A second later, a video popped out, showing the two guys staring at her, both looking extremely turned on even from where she was filming.
Sierra: Looks like they’re enjoying what they saw ;)
Jake: Did you REALLY just do that?
Sierra: How hard are you right now?
Jake: Already touching myself.
I couldn’t believe it. She had listened, and was an active participant without me having to ask.
It happened again that weekend at the bar. It was a place we frequented almost every week, mostly because it was close by and we had many friends that also regularly visited, and I really liked the private booths that littered the large space. It was almost closing time, and she was leaning into me with my arm around her, talking about her recent conflict with her sister.
Thirty minutes to closing, the bar owner came by to join us, a friend named Tom that we’d been getting closer and closer to recently. He had always slightly intimidated me, mostly because it was clear how much muscle he had beneath his work uniform, and Sierra had always been very giggly when she spoke to him.
“You’re the last ones,” he said, giving us both a grin as he leaned back on his side of the booth.
“Oh? Are you kicking us out?” Sierra said. She was slightly tipsy, but it usually took a lot of alcohol to really get her drunk.
“Nah. I’m here to keep you company,” he replied.
“How sweet of you…” she giggled. They began talking about their day, with me barely getting a word in. This was usually the case when Sierra was around other people. She was so bubbly that most people just wanted to gravitate towards her, though I didn’t mind it even for a second.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” she suddenly said, snapping her fingers at him as she reached across the table.
“Sorry… you know I can’t help it sometimes. Look at them!” Sierra was wearing a low top, as always, and I had already seen a few other men looking that night.
“You can’t help yourself, hmm?” She said, her voice shifting into teasing territory. “Well, what if I do this?” She pulled one of the sleeves of her top to the side, so her left breast was exposed almost down to her areola.
His eyes widened, and he looked at her then at me, wondering if I was going to stop them. I knew exactly what she was doing, and I knew it was for me. Of course I wasn’t going to stop her from going as far as she wanted.
“Are you not wearing a bra?” He asked, swallowing very visibly.
“I almost never wear a bra,” she replied, winking at him. She began pulling the other sleeve down so both the tops of her breasts were fully visible.
“I can keep going if you want…” she whispered, her voice definitely lower than before.
“Who am I to stop you?” Tom said, like he was entrapped by a spell. Again, it was like I no longer existed, though my boner was insanely rock hard.
She held her shirt on either side and began pulling downwards… ever so slowly… until both of them popped out of her top at once. I’d seen her breasts and nipples hundreds of times before, but it was completely different seeing it from Tom’s perspective for the first time. His face was full of unfiltered lust, like she was the only person that would ever be able to hold his attention from now on, and it made me so fucking hot knowing that she was mine, and I was making the decision to share her with him.
Her nipples were hard and perky, and I wondered if it was from the cold air of the bar or from her being horny as well - I hoped it was the latter. She rocked on her seat a few times, so her tits bounced in front of him, tempting him further. He bit his lip and said, “I want them in my mouth so bad… fuck…”
She looked at me, and I nodded. I stood up from the booth and walked to Tom’s side so I could get a perfect view as Sierra said, “why don’t you, then?”
Tom’s mouth dropped wide open, and moved so fast to her side I barely saw it happening. He grabbed her breasts with both his hands and began kneading them. He weighed them in his fingers, squeezing down on the soft flesh as he moaned in appreciation, “these are the greatest things I’ve ever seen in my life.” Before she could say anything in response, he pushed her left breast into his mouth and began sucking on it.
She moaned and dropped her head back, enjoying the sensations of his eagerness. This was the first time I’d ever seen her let out genuine pleasure from another man’s touch, and it was so fucking hard for me not to take my cock out and stroke it to orgasm.
He was rough with her, rougher than I usually am, and began pinching and playing with her other tit as he lapped and sucked hard. She wrapped her hand around his back and pushed him even deeper into her. “Sierra… fuck…” he said before shifting to the other tit.
I was so transfixed by the interaction I hadn’t noticed someone had walked by, the line cook that had been cleaning up the kitchen for the evening. Rob stared at the three of us, completely speechless.
I turned to face him, so full of lust that I immediately said, “want to join, Rob?”
Sierra and Tom turned to face him at once, with Sierra’s expression shifting to a sly grin immediately. She scooted off of the bench with Tom and jumped onto the table so she was facing all three of us with her tits out and her legs wide open. “What do you say… Rob?”
Who could say no to such an invitation? I walked a few steps backwards to indicate I would not be participating, and the two men proceeded to pull one of her breasts into either mouth. She wrapped her hand around their hands and pulled them further into her, moaning loudly knowing that we were the only ones left in the bar.
I knew her breasts were sensitive, and knew she would be absolutely soaked right now. Good, I wanted her to really enjoy this - mostly so she would keep doing this with other men in front of me.
It was like she was able to read my thoughts, because her eyelashes fluttered upwards, and she stared right at me. Her eyes were hooded, her mouth slightly open, and her cheeks were flushed. It was so fucking hot I thought I was going to combust right there.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I mouthed, and she gave me a slight nod to her head before she closed her eyes again to fully enjoy the sensations of the two men worshipping her tits.
They were still enjoying themselves when she began leaning back. I moved forwards to help move all of our drinks aside, and watched as she laid fully onto the table with all three of us watching her. It was so hot seeing her laid bare like that, so willing for them to touch her.
I moved back again, and watched as Tom climbed onto the table, his legs on either side of her. He let her take charge, probably because he would have no idea what our limits were in this situation. She unbuckled his work pants and pulled it down, revealing boxers that were barely holding in his erection. She reached inside and pulled his cock out. I shifted to the side to see it, and felt the immediate jealousy deep in my gut. He was larger than me by a few inches. I had hoped that he wouldn’t be as large… it just didn’t seem fair with his fit body, but I was sorely mistaken.
She looked up at him with hooded eyes as she created a wad of spit and spit it between her tits, creating the perfect lubricant for him. He knew exactly what he was doing as he fitted his cock between her beautiful tits - which were so large they covered his dick completely - and began fucking it like she belonged to him.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my cock out from my pants and began stroking as I watched them. I was so turned on that precum was already leaking at the tip, and I used the lubrication to fuck my hand even harder.
Rob didn’t seem content with just watching either, because he adjusted himself on top of one side of the booth, and pulled down his pants, revealing his cock as well. It was thick at the tip, red and begging for attention. She gave him a wide grin and arched her index finger, telling him to come closer. He didn’t need to be asked a second time.
He pushed his hips as close to the table as possible, and she wrapped her mouth around the bulbous tip. I could see how much she widened her mouth just to fit him in, something I’d definitely never seen when she was giving me blow jobs.
Rob and Tom began fucking her in synchrony as I matched the pace with my own hands. My mind was foggy with desperate need, and I just couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
Rob grabbed onto her hair and began fucking her desperately, his eyes closed as he let out low moans. “Fuck… fuck your mouth is absolutely perfect. Wrap your tongue around me like that… yes… fuck I’ll never get tired of this.” She moaned into his cock, letting all of us know she was loving the dirty talk.
“I’m going to cum all over the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen in my life,” Tom said. He looked down at her and she made eye contact with him, her lashes fluttering in the perfect way that she always did with me. She looked like such a fucking slut I couldn’t take it. She was my girl, and here she was losing herself with two guys using her as a woman they owned.
I was so fucking close to cumming, but I didn’t want to be first. I squeezed my hand around the tip of my head, stopping myself a couple of times.
Sierra used her hands to squeeze her tits even tighter into each other. Her nipples were hitting each other with every thrust, and Tom moaned loudly at the now increased pressure. “Sierra… babe… oh god, I’m going to cum all over your tits.”
Sierra moaned loudly like she wanted it desperately, and that was all Tom needed. He slapped his hands on either side of the wall on top of her as he lost all control. His cock began spurting jet after jet onto her face and chest as he gasped and repeated her name over and over.
She began bobbing up and down on Rob even harder, using her hand to fondle his balls like her life depended on it. “Yes… don’t stop… fuckkkk…” I could see Rob’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, like he’d never experienced something that felt so good in his entire life. It was so fucking hot knowing that it was my girl that was doing this to them. That they would spend the rest of their lives thinking about this moment, and it was my choice - as well as hers - whether or not we would ever let them touch her again.
I could tell Rob was cumming as well, mostly due to the fact that his balls were contracting like crazy. He sunk his hands deeper into her hair, pulling her so that his entire cock was wedged deep into her throat. I couldn’t believe she could take it all in without gagging, but the tears forming in her eyes, which were slightly ruining her makeup, showed she was trying the best she possibly could to take it all down like a good girl.
I knew it was time to let myself go as well, and I came, the spurts of cum gushing out onto the floor of the restaurant. I knew we would have to clean it up later, and I knew Sierra would love knowing how much I came watching her in this state.
I couldn’t believe it. She actually let me stand there and watch her get fucked by multiple guys. It’s everything I’d ever imagined, and more. The only things missing now was watching them make her cum over and over as well. Well, that would come in due time. For now, I wanted to get her home and clean her up, and tell her how fucking hot she was tonight. I wanted to see how wet she was from this experience, and give her as many orgasms as she needed for working so hard for me.
I couldn’t wait to see what else she had in store for me.
Sierra was everything I’d ever needed.
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We walked home hand in hand after the bar fully closed down, with neither of us saying much as our minds filled with thoughts of what happened. I could’ve never imagined Sierra would go this far for me, and yet here we were. I truly had the perfect girl for me. I kept glancing up at her, looking at her face and tits, which were both completely drenched in cum - cum that didn’t belong to me. She didn’t bother cleaning it up, and frankly, I wondered how long I could tell her to leave it on for.
We didn’t say a single word until we reached home. I tossed the keys aside and continued to hold her hand as I pulled her into the couch with me.
“I… I’m still reeling from what happened,” I said, brushing some of the sticky cum soaked hair off of her face.
She smiled gently then giggled, “me too. I didn’t actually think it would get to that point. I could see how much you were enjoying it, and I just wanted to keep pushing. To see what the limit was.”
I shrugged, “I guess there is no limit. Not for either of us. Is that crazy?”
She shook her head, “relationships all work in different ways. This is just what works for us. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
I pulled her close and squeezed her as hard as I possibly could. “Why are you so perfect? I’m so thankful everyday I found you.”
“You’re getting the cum all over your shirt,” she said, giggling into my chest. I let her go, laughing as well.
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked cautiously. No matter what happened tonight, I still didn’t want to push her too far. “Or did you not want to talk about it right now? We can just go to bed, or I can make you cum a couple of times - I feel like you deserve it.” I wagged my eyebrows at her.
She shook her head, “it’s fine. I’m exhausted. But I do want to say… it was better than how I'd imagined it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Does that hurt your feelings?”
“No. I want you to have fun too. If not, there’s no point,” I explain.
“It’s just… I thought I was just doing it to make you happy, but now I’ve realized I really enjoy it myself too. Like I want to do it for you and me.” She covered her face with her hands. “God, I feel terrible just admitting that to you.”
I laugh, “no. Honestly, this realization is totally making me rock hard again.”
She smacked my chest gently, “good. That means we can keep exploring this.”
I nod. “Now, I think it’s time for bed.” I scooped her up, bringing her to the bathroom and setting her down so I can begin cleaning her up. The act of cleaning another man’s cum off of my girl was so much hotter than I could ever imagine, and I couldn’t wait to do it again.
We both slept incredibly soundly that night.
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For the next couple of weeks, both of us were so busy with work we rarely had time to discuss what we would do next for the perfect cuckolding experience. Though when we did have time to talk about it, Sierra frequently compared the guys she wanted to sleep with with her ex-boyfriend, a man named Brad she had dated right before me. He was the perfect alpha male type - multiple tattoos, extremely tall, likes to work out, and had a huge following of girls that loved him on his tiktok and instagram. She had met him on a influencer meet up and people online had always loved them together because of how hot they both were. They frequently took photos on the beach, showing off their mutual perfect bodies.
I’d never really given him much of a thought, mainly because I’d always trusted Sierra, and knew she loved me for who I was. But now, with the new cuckolding relationship we’ve developed, I wondered if Brad would ever be interested in hooking up with his ex-girlfriend again. He didn’t seem like he was in a serious relationship, and with the amount of hints Sierra was giving me recently, I figured she wanted to explore it as well.
After a discussion about it, Sierra dm’d her ex-boyfriend, who was quite shocked to hear from her again. He laughed a little when he heard about our cuckolding fetish, and decided that he would absolutely love to fuck his ex-girlfriend again. They decided to have a dinner date where they would catch up, which would eventually lead to our house where he would fuck her in front of me.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it as soon as the plan was set. I imagined he had a huge cock, and imagined him completely destroying her right in front of me, not even giving me any sort of attention, like she belonged to him. I woke up two nights in a row covered in my own cum, feeling extremely excited for the date.
On the day of the date itself, I followed Sierra around as I watched her get ready. I told her to be as hot as she possibly could, and she didn’t disappoint. She wore a tight fitted dress with a slit up the leg and a sweet-heart neckline. She put on false lashes, which accentuated her eyes and highlighted her iris. She wore thick black red lipstick, and I couldn’t help but imagine those lips around a cock that wasn’t mine. Finally, she donned on tall black heels covered in glitter, which shimmered under the night sky. I pulled her close before she left the door, giving her kisses on the cheek before telling her to update me as much as she possibly could.
I got a couple of texts throughout the night, which made my skin heated for more. She took a selfie of the both of them, which she also posted on her social media, captioning it, “catching up with @BradChad!” Lots of her followers were very excited about this, encouraging her to get together with him. She then sent me pictures of their very expensive meal, as well as him holding her hand. I couldn’t stop staring at the picture, looking at how massive his hands were compared to hers. He definitely still worked out very regularly, and I could see his bulging biceps through his tight dress shirt. I wondered if he specifically picked tighter fitting clothes so people would be able to really see his body.
She sent me a text telling me the waitress wouldn’t stop flirting with him, which was common in their relationship in the past. I asked her if they were talking about me, and she told me they weren’t. Brad typically just liked to talk about himself.
They left the restaurant around two hours after she arrived, and I couldn’t do anything except wait for their arrival. My nerves were completely shot, and I was so excited I just couldn’t focus on anything else.
When we finally arrived, neither of them really acknowledged me. I wondered if she told him to ignore me, or if he was just naturally like this. He had his hands around her waist, and pulled her so tightly next to him it truly looked like she belonged to him. She gave me a quick nod, and then gasped in shock as he lifted her up with one hand and draped her across his shoulder like she barely weighed anything.
“Where’s the bedroom?” He asked.
“To the left,” she replied. Continuing to ignore me, he took huge strides into our bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed - again, like she weighed nothing.
“I’ve been wanting to peel this thing off of you all night,” he said.
She watched with doe-like eyes as he pulled her dress off of her body, revealing a matching lace bra and panties underneath. “Fuck, you’re as gorgeous as I remembered. You were always an amazing lay.” I stood in the corner so I wouldn’t be disturbing them, and was completely and utterly transfixed by the exchange. She behaved next to these men so differently than how she acted around me. It was like she desired them being in charge, to lead her and dominate her, whereas I was the complete opposite. She was very motherly and caring towards me, and always made sure I was as happy as I possibly could be. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was the type of relationship she truly desired, to be completely taken over by a man’s masculine will.
He unhooked her bra like it was nothing, revealing her large breasts underneath. He grinned down at it, “this was always my favorite part of you.” Without a second to spare, he pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and making her let out her first moan of the night. He began pinching her with his other hand, making both sides pucker up and stand on attention for him.
His hand began trailing down lower, stroking over and over until he reached her panties. He began playing with her over them, his large fingers expertly moving up and down on her slit. I’ve never seen her react to a man so quickly before. He knew exactly which buttons to press on her, even more than I did.
He moved her panties aside, and pushed two fingers into her slit, forcing her back to arch up. “Already so wet, and I’ve barely done anything,” he said. She moaned loudly as he began thrusting into her over and over, his fingers arched and hitting all the right spots.
My dick was rock hard at this point, and I began stroking it over my pants, just so I could get any sort of relief. In between moans, Sierra looked up at me and demanded I film the whole thing, “take as many photographs and videos as you possibly can…”
I hadn’t expected the request, but immediately pulled out my phone. I wasn’t sure if she wanted it for me or for her personal use, but I knew I would be watching it over and over again, and be just as hard as I was right then watching it the first time.
He tugged on her panties and tore it in half, still looking incredibly smug at her. She pushed herself up, and wrapped her hands around his neck before placing her mouth on his. They began making out, with both of them grinding hard against each other. It was a messy makeout, with drool drenching their faces and tongues hitting each other. I zoomed in my camera so I could get all of it in detail, pausing a few times to get some pictures of it.
She began unbuttoning his top, and tossed it aside to reveal his extremely toned torso. I had seen the photos on instagram, but I hadn’t expected him to be this jacked. He must’ve worked out every day of his life. He was almost four times my size, and completely overwhelmed not just me but Sierra herself. She fished down desperately for his belt, and tossed that to the side as well. Brad moved back from the kissing and looked down at her before pulling her hair back so she was forced to stare at him as well. “Looks like you’re desperate for my huge cock to fill you again…”
She groaned in frustration, and he proceeded to pull his pants down along with his boxers to show off his enormous erection. I gasped when I spotted it. I had asked Sierra about it before, and she had told me it was large, but I’d never seen something so big in real life. I didn’t know how she ever felt any pleasure having sex with me in the past if this was what she was used to. I wondered if she really did miss having sex with him.
They were both fully naked now except for the heels on her feet, which seemed to be his plan all along. He pulled her close against him as he stood next to our bed, and looked down at her as he started grinding against her slit, not penetrating her yet. “You want this, Sierra? You want it?”
She nodded eagerly, and I really believed she was desperate for it. “Tell me then, tell me how much you want it.”
I saw her eyes flicker to me for a second before she begged, “please fuck me, Brad.” He seemed satisfied at that, and pushed her legs far apart as he pushed into her in one hard and fast stroke. She gasped loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pleasure.
He didn’t waste a single moment and began pounding into her like his life depended on it. It was single handedly the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. “You’re so fucking tight for me, bitch,” he said as he aligned her legs so her ankles were next to his face. She didn’t even seem like she knew where she was anymore. She moaned loudly and unabashedly with each stroke, like the pleasure was more than she thought she could handle.
I moved even closer so I could angle the camera to show how much she was being spread apart with his large cock. With both of the leads being insanely gorgeous, it was almost like I was filming pornography.
He reached his hand between her legs and began stroking her clit. This drove her even more crazy, and she began almost screaming. “Cum for me, bitch. I’m going to make you cum so much by the end of this night you forget your own name.”
This seemed to drive her over the edge, because Sierra did cum, so much so that I could see her completely drench the bed underneath her. I gasped in shock, and my dick jolted so hard it was almost painful.
I pulled it out to get relief, but decided I wasn’t going to touch it until the end of the night when he was done with her. “Please oh god stop for a second… this is too much.” I knew she needed breaks in between orgasms, but it didn’t seem like he was going to stop for her. He continued to fuck her so quickly the camera could barely capture the motions, then proceeded to pull out so she was on her front with her ass pointed up towards him.
“Great, I can get even deeper now,” he grinned, and shoved his way back in again, making her scream.
“I can’t take this… oh my god… oh my god,” Sierra moaned. I wondered if she knew I was even in the room anymore, or she was just fully enjoying this without me.
“Cum for me again, bitch.” He said, and began stroking her clit again. She quivered under his thrusts, her body jolting forwards each time his body hit hers. I angled the camera so that the viewer could easily see his balls slapping against her with each thrust. It wasn’t too long before the came again. She screamed loudly, so much louder than I’d ever heard before, and drenched both of them as her pussy began clenching around his cock, milking it for more. Her body quivered so hard she slumped over, and only thing that was truly holding her up was Brad himself. “Is this all you can handle, hmm? I seem to remember us fucking like bunnies in the past. You’ve become weak with your current boy.” It didn’t seem like Sierra had the ability to respond anymore. Her eyes were closed as she slumped over our bed, looking at neither of us.
Brad pulled out of her and flipped her again so she was on her back, and finally climbed onto the bed himself. “I guess I have to do everything myself, huh?” He moved on top of her so his cock was aligned with her tits, then spit on his hand. He began lubricating his cock, stroking it up and down and mixing his own fluids with hers. I moved back, making sure I got all of it on camera.
He pushed her large tits together and pushed his cock in between them. I was mesmerized to see that her tits were still able to fully wrap around his cock, despite how gigantic it was. My girl really had the most perfect breasts in the world. He seemed satisfied himself as he began stroking back and forth. “Use your tongue,” he demanded, and Sierra finally came back from her intense orgasm to wedge herself up and stick her tongue out, making sure the head of his cock was touching her wetness with each stroke.
“Fuckkkk… you’ve always had the best tits. I’ve missed this,” Brad moaned as he rolled his eyes back, fully using her body to his fullest.
I couldn’t believe he was still going. I would’ve came a few times before this, yet Brad still had the stamina to continue going. I was wondering yet again when he would finally let loose on her, when I noticed he began thrusting even harder. “Don’t stop baby girl, don’t stop.” Sierra pushed herself higher up and wrapped her mouth around his head completely as he moved. She looked like she wanted to make him cum as desperately as I wanted to see it.
His orgasm came out of nowhere. He roared loudly as it happened, and I watched as spurt after spurt of fluids pushed out of his cock and onto her face. He moved back so he could aim it at her tits, and yet more and more came out, making her more drenched in cum than she had been with the two men at the bar. I stood there completely frozen. I’d never seen something so crazy before. None of my orgasms could ever compare to this. Sierra seemed amazed as well, and I wondered how many times in the past he’d done this exact thing to her.
As soon as he finished, he looked down at her with a huge smirk on his face, and immediately began putting his clothes back on. “Can’t wait to fuck you again, baby girl.” He continued to ignore me, and waved goodbye to her as she continued to lay on the bed. Both of us were speechless, and neither said a word as we heard him let himself out of the house.
She was the first to snap back, and pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That was something, wasn’t it?” She smiled sweetly at me.
I finally ended the recording, and smiled back at her, “Brad is… impressive.”
She looked down at my crotch, and said, “looks like there’s something I’ve got to help you with right there.”
“I’m already so fucking close to cumming, and I haven’t even touched myself.”
“Let me help with that,” she slithered off the bed, kneeled down, and wrapped her breasts around my cock without me having to ask. We both knew it was my favorite way to cum. I could feel his hot cum everywhere on her skin, which made it so fucking hot I knew I would barely be able to last. It only took a few strokes of her massive tits around my cock for me to lose myself and add more cum to her tits and face, though it barely compared to how much Brad had let loose.
“You were right… you were super close. I think my baby boy enjoyed that whole scene,” she reached her hand up as she stood up and stroked my cheek. I closed my eyes immediately, feeling exhausted from the whole thing. She’d always been the best at making me feel comforted and at home with her.
We were both covered in fluids, and she pulled me along as we entered the bathroom together, and I watched her quietly as she began filling the warm bath up for us. “You were so cute watching us like that,” she said as she began grabbing both of our towels.
“Were you paying attention?” I asked, I hadn’t realized she was paying attention to me.
She blushed and said, “it was hard at times, I’ll have to admit. That was really intense.”
“And so fucking hot.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it baby. I did it for both of us to enjoy it,” she pulled me into the bath with her, and we both hissed at the warmth of it. As soon as we settled, she tugged me close so my head was laying on her chest, and began stroking my hair.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I whispered, already feeling so incredibly sleepy.
She chuckled, and whispered, “Same, babe.”