Kacey is a Cheating Whore
Kacey's sick of boyfriend cock. She wants Dom. She NEEDS Dom. Her hot instructor, her older man. Her bigger man. Her boyfriend paid for a hotel, but she texted she's sick, and the stupid dope believes her. He's actually paying for it... but he's not gonna get to use it, or the girl inside.
Kacey's boyfriend Tim is a cuck who doesn't know it yet.
And she's going to throat and fuck Dom.
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Kacey felt herself pout, as she always did while eyeing up the other man.
She slipped her thumb up the strap of the sports bra, before running a hand down and hooking the thumb into the yoga pants, sliding the length around the band and out to snap it loudly against her ass. She smiled. She knew it'd jiggle.
Sweat clung to breast as she took a drink from the bottle, gulping water greedily, breathing light and trying to slow.
"So you've pictured fucking me in a sports bra and yoga pants like this?"
His light glare never wavered, only a small smirk confirming. She breathed deep, having to lower eyes from the intensity of the gaze.
"Okay umm... you're a man, huh?" She laughed lightly putting fingers to chest and breathing, her cleavage still open as her breast rose and fell. "Like, a real one. Fuck, I honestly don't know what to say to that..."
She didn't realise it, she just caught the reflection of herself in the hotel room mirror, the sheen of condensation on her face. The lip she was biting into. when it puckered out after she let it free.
"You're bad..."
She giggled lightly and drank thirstily, gulping down, feeling exposed while he watched, before gasping a light breath and looking down uncertainly... giving a small kiss around the outside of the rim of the water bottle while staring side-eye at him.
He grunted another smirk.
She felt wetness build into her lips, her thighs rub together and an intense need to rip the yoga pants off and replace them with his thighs, his heat and masculinity pressing on her.
She slipped her hair up into a ponytail before kneeling down quickly and sliding them forward, her small frame suddenly dwarfed in his thighs, either side and leading up to one place.
She saw the outline in the grey sweatpants and felt her eyes glaze slightly, breathing slower as she focused and felt hypnotised by the outline, the movements as he shifted and the outline falling. even at it's smallest, he never gave up an inch. This was the first time she had ever met a real SHOW-er before. Her boyfriend wore grey sweats... but it wasn't the same. It really wasn't the same.
She remembered for a third time that her boyfriend was paying for the place, and grew so much wetter that she could swear if she rubbed a thigh it'd audibly slick.
She felt her mouth open naturally eyeing the big bulge and felt a need to make small kisses, to thank and plead, beg and moan gently. To worship.
She'd never had a cock that could make her scream before.
"I want it..."
"What?"
He spoke for the first time, his voice low, lower than her long term honey-bunny, lower than most men's, fuck, lower than everything right now.
"I said- I want it..."
"What do you want?"
"Your cock-" She bit her lip and breathed in deep to stifle a moan. "Your cock I said I want your cock I want to feel it I wanna kiss it and suck it and make it happy. I wanna feel it inside of me." She eyed his own steely gaze. "I wanna feel your big cock inside of me and tickling my stomach."
He leaned over easily and-
SPANK
She tried to stifle, but gasped, moaned sharply, and thighs rubbed together again. "I'm going to call my boyfriend and tell him you spanked me."
SPANK
"Go ahead. I won't stop you."
"I-" She looked into his eyes- spoke-
SPANK SPANK
She bit her lip again and grew silent, as though from a command. And then his real one,
"Go on then. Take what you want."
She moaned a glottal stop and lips parted with a juicy smack, before she pulled her fingers into his pants and slid them down, revealing first long, thick thighs of muscle like a linebacker, and almost the same length running down the left thigh, a long line of meat, veiny and halfway peeled back to show the precum wet prize she had her eyes on the whole time. The whole time since she had met him, that is.
"H- Holy fuck..." She whispered, but didn't waste any more time. She glanced up shyly, just to meet his eyes. To thank him. "You're bigger than my boyfriend." And she kissed the head, feeling the skin peel back to show the juicy uncut cock of the man she was about to take while thinking of her boyfriend. Comparing. Shit, she wanted to take notes.
He slid a hand over her hair and gripped around the ponytail, easily pushing her in with little exertion from his arm, holding her firmly in what may have been a vice grip for all she could move back, so she gently took his leading and kissed whatever was in front, planting gentle kisses up the length of his hard cock, being kind and nice to the biggest cock she had ever seen. She wanted it to be mean to her after all. And if she was ever going to have a man be mean to her like she had always wanted, she couldn't let the chance slip away.
You had to be nice to the first man cock you've ever seen, if you want it to fuck you like a hound takes a bitch.
She kissed up the shaft, until it was hard enough to swing and stick up, knocking her chin and neck as she kissed her way back, revealing the full length with the extra growth hard fullness causes a man. She left a trail of kisses, thinking how pissed off she was she forgot very red lipstick to see the kisses and just how many it took to reach the end of this thing... and making note to do so next time, (and that she had already decided firmly to have a next time he entered her cunt) she kissed back finally reaching the head, realising it made her kneel with a straight back, as though the masculinity forcing her to attention.
Nine kisses. That was how many it took. Her boyfriend would die if she told him. She made note of that if he thought about putting up a fight when she got back, that she'd have something hard and manly inside her while he acted as though nothing was wrong.
She took extra special care of the head, looking up with blue eyes into his as she serviced the man cock and kissed all over the head before slipping her wet lips around it and back and forth, gently taking the top shaft in her little hands and working the skin fully back and gently stroking the shaft and working the head. She kept eye contact. Boys liked that. Maybe a man would too. 'You can film it if you want, I don't mind.' She said, staring at him as she worked the shaft, dragging sloppy wet kisses along the tip of his cock, occasionally looking down at it and gently nibbling and kissing right around the head and kissing just underneath the head, that special place she was going to suck before throating him like a good little girl and staring into his eyes in the hope he'd cum down her throat before he fucked her, wanting to show she was a good little girl enough to earn her reward, and just how much she meant it when she asked him to please please oh pretty please won't you fuck me hard, please finally fuck me hard, harder than I ever had it before, and be a real fucking man to me and make my pussy obedient and clingy, I need to stick to a man cock so big and hard it makes me honestly cream and takes me for what I am and shows me what a dirty little girl I am, and how I'm living in a man's world and nobody can make me feel anything like what that cock can.
She kissed and made out with the head, never taking her eyes off him. "I need you to fuck me..."
"Suck Daddy off."
"Yes, Daddy..."
She kissed and slipped her lips around the head, sucking behind giving gentle stroked with her tongue down the underside of the head, sucking it firmly and warming it up as she felt him grow yet fully harder in her mouth, making her stomach flutter in anticipation. She meant to work this man to get the fucking she wanted and felt anxious with every suck that he would leave.
She smirked, before sliding her head forwards in one smooth motion, lips firmly around and sucking while working more wetness to her mouth to warm and sate him.
He slipped his head back and moaned, big arm flexing naturally as he cursed out loud, her pleased endlessly as she tried her best to take his girthy nine inches and reach the base of him with her lips to give his balls a kiss, but shockingly to her fantasies and ego, she felt a little give halfway down the back of her throat while she took him, his cock filling her spoken-for mouth and twitching down her throat, but somehow- she'd found her limit. Eight and a half inches. She was an eight and a half inch whore.
She felt ashamed she couldn't do more for such a magnificent cock, but looked up with red tearing eyes to apologise with his cock down her throat, brows pining as she coughed gently, and his hand press the back of her head in, holding her with a glare and smirk, showing her who was in control.
