1. Am I A Cuckold? You Decide


    Date: 12/19/2015, Categories: First Time, Voyeur, Author: Lowprofile46, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Absolute 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 f***efully 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 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 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 ...
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