Unfortunately she will not allow me to post pictures. I want to post them but I don't want to get sued or anything heh. Currently we are not officially together, but she sleeps around and tells me about her encounters in detail while she gives me a handjob. She has a few boyfriends of different types, races, etc. and I just don't get out much so I pretty much take what I can get from her instead of trying to find a new girlfriend. She's a very sweet and submissive girl as always, but when we started to get dirty, something changed in her I guess. I apparently brought out the slutty side in her, and now she says she's making up for being a virgin for so long. To her this is a part of life she deserves to experience. Guess I'll continue where I left off.
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So a couple of years go by and dirty talk becomes a huge part of our sex life. In fact, this became the only way I could reach orgasm. We would make out and begin to make love, however, it's basically as if some time would go by and I would just accept that I couldn't get off without it. I got off by calling her a slut, whore, cocksucker, and so on. She got off by me talking about big cocks and her being such a slut for them. However, it was sort of understood that I enjoyed the talking a lot more than she did. She liked it, but she would prefer for us to just have sex. I became so addicted to this fantasy that I could not satisfy her in that way though. We would begin to make love, and I would soon go limp. As I slipped out of her, she would reach for my cock and let out a deep sigh. It became another routine where she would have to talk about other guys in order to get me off, instead of having the real fucking that she wanted and needed. The dirty talk itself continued to progress and became more specific.
At this point in time she was a waitress at pretty popular restaurant chain and we had recently moved in together. During the handjobs, she began to tell me about a new guy at work . As she stroked my cock she would tell me that he was very hot and was also black. Now I knew that Tina had made out with a few black guys in college, however, as I said she was a virgin when we began dating and said she had only gone down on around five guys or so, nothing out of the ordinary for a college girl. So while we were in an actual relationship, she had very little exposure to the sexual prowess of a dominant male. At this point in our relationship, the dirty talk was all about a fantasy world we had built together, and neither of us had any intention of acting on it. She liked it in the beginning, but began to see it as just a fantasy that she provided for me.
As she continued to jack me off on a regular basis, she began to say things like this:
"Your girlfriend is such a slut. Last night at work I fucked this guy, and it was so amazing. He started flirting with me after we had closed, and I just got on my knees in front of him. I took out his big black cock and started sucking it. It was so big I couldn't fit all of it in my mouth. He is so much bigger than you. I can't wait to fuck him again."
This would get me off so fast it was ridiculous. So it was just a routine, mutual understanding. However, even though I enjoyed our new shared fetish I could still tell that she was not as into it as I was. She would talk about it in a very uninterested way. The stories continued, and she continued to do an amazing job of fulfilling this sexual need I had. I would still finger her and lick her pussy in order to get her off, however, months would go by where we wouldn't even begin to have actual intercourse. So even though it was satisfying, it still felt like we weren't on the same wavelength. We spent more and more time apart, and a distance began to grow between us.
So finally I guess you could say the expected happened. We broke up. I was personally devastated, but I couldn't say that I was surprised. I spent less time at home and tried to adjust my schedule to where I could avoid her. She began to move her stuff out a little at a time. This all came to a head when I came home one night intentially, knowing that it was her night off. Again, just like when the dirty talk began, I have no idea what prompted me to do this.
I parked my car next to the curb as I noticed there was a large van behind her car, I assumed her friends were helping her move. I entered the house and immediately heard a noise that I had been dreading – and on some level, maybe praying for – the sound of thumping against the wall. This thumping was a very familiar noise. We had wooden floor in the bedroom and our bed was on wheels, so when on the rare occasion that we would actually have sex, the bed would slide against the wall repeatedly.
Without hesitation, assuming that she had brought a guy home, I walked very quickly back to the bedroom. The door was wide open, and the sight before me had finally brought my fantasy to life.
There in bed was my beautiful and exotic now ex-girlfriend, only 24 years old at the time, and she was riding a very large and musclar black man who must have been at least a decade older than us. As I stood quietly outside the doorway, I watched as she was grinding her perfect thick ass against his thighs, his cock obviously buried deep inside of her. I remember the first thing I noticed was that her ass rested on his balls, and thinking about how I knew how fucking incredible that felt. He had his large, dark black hands on her hips as he guided her forward and back in this grinding motion.
