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Last night, I fucked around on both , Scott, as Shane likes ..

Last night, I fucked around on both , Scott, as Shane likes to call him, my husband on paper, and Shane, the one who I admit, owns me so completely I can’t think straight. I like the way Shane says Scott’s just a legal technicality, but he’s the one who gets to claim me as his. It's funny how much I like the way he says that...I eat that up. We shall see how he still feels because last night, I went off the chain and chased down a new dick to empty.

There’s a new guy in the neighborhood, moved into the house that’s been empty forever up around the corner. I caught him outside while I was walking the dogs and I, asked if he bought it. He did and the more we talked I realized how hot he is. He's married but that never got in my way before. My pussy took control and I pretty much ened up forgetting about Shane and Scott. He asked if I wanted a tour of his new house and truthfully I did and not just for the purpose of tasting his dick. We ended up inside, chatting, and long story short, we ended up making out in his kitchen. He wasn't shy. His fingers slid into my shorts, finding my clit so hard it like a rock. He rubbed me, rough and fast, shoving his fingers deep inside, and the mental rush of letting a stranger violate my body like that lit my pussy up and turned my brain off. It wasn’t just his fingers rubbing my clit and feeling around inside of me. It was the power of giving myself to him, letting him own me, making me wet sloppy mess. I love that feeling of crossing every line and wanting more.

I'm supposed to tell you I had a massive orgasm. I didn't. I didn’t cum. I didn’t need to. I often get obsessed on just letting a man know all I want to do is make his dick pour sperm. I got his pants off, and his dick was nothing special—six inches, average, absolutely didn't matter because in my head it was perfect and it was in my hand, hard and ready for me to do with as I pleased. I stroked him, my lips kissing the tip, just enough to make him twitch. I didn’t want him inside me, at least not yet. I wanted him to see me, a woman he’d known for an hour, with his dick in her hands, wildly obsessed with draining his balls dry. I wanted him to feel obsession, to know I’d do anything to make him cum. And I did just that for about 5 mninutes. When he spilled cum, and I say spilled because it just poured out. No flying ropes. Just a steady flow of cum in my mouth. I looked him the eyes and let him see me swallow his ball snot, fresh and warm direct from his testicles. I hope he’s sitting there right now, as I write this, cock in hand, thinking of what I did to him...for him. I admit I'm smiling right now thinking about it.

I told Scott immediately when I got back home. He had questions, I answered none. I like doing that to him. I want him to know I worship other men. He asked me if I was going to rub one out and he could watch. I had to laugh at that. My husband knows he isn't allowed to see me undressed much less watch me fuck myself into a massive orgasm...which is what I did...alone. Then I told him, see you next week, and I purposely adding I'm going "home" to Shane in a little bit. I love hitting Scott with those little digs here and there.

But, this guy’s not Shane. Shane’s makes my pussy drool with just a look. He has owned me in ways I can’t escape. But this new neighbor has flipped a switch, and my pussy took over, making me crave his cum. He’s from Palm Beach, only here part-time for the events, but when he’s back next week, I have every intention of getting that dick rammed so deep I’ll feel it in my stomach. I want to see his face twist when he cums, when his balls pump it all inside me, knowing I’ve in a way marked him as mine. I like the thought of a fuck buddy around the corner, even part-time. The possibilities are endless.

I’ll tell Shane at lunch. He has said he's okay if I have a fuck a random dick now and then. He knows I'm not going to change but I have to be honest with him. So I’ll tell him the truth, see if he’s mad. This guy’s a rush, but nothing more. As I have said, he’s no Shane by a long shot. At this point, I think it would be hard to find another guy that could own me like Shane does and I love the way that feels. Fingers crossed Shane’s okay with it—and that I get those crossed fingers, or that cock, wrecking my holes again tonight!

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