Good Gone Bad - Sex Stories

Good Gone Bad

... fucking by digging her fingernails into her ex-boyfriend's back.

He obliged and shifted his weight, wrapping his strong hand around her delicate neck. It never failed to make her pussy spasm. Her opening tightened to match the force of his hand, contouring the ridge on the underside of his cock. Taking her to orgasmic heights was his greatest addiction, what he fantasized about while stroking himself to the erotic memories he played through his mind's eye.

Depraved of oxygen, her face reddened to a hue fit for Valentine's Day. She loved being punished, yet could never explain why or for what. However, she now had a reason, for being a good girlfriend gone bad. She would not admit it to anyone, not even herself, but the cheating fetish had grown on her thanks to the succulent videos and stories she consumed online.

Her thoughts were a mixture of pleasure, guilt, and wondering why she had ever broken up with her ex-boyfriend. The relentless thrusts guided her to the edge. She had always been impressed by how he got her there so effortlessly. It was clear that even after their breakup, her body belonged to him.

"I know he ain't fucking you right," he said through his labored breath, breaking her thoughts, inching her closer to climax.

He was right, her pussy involuntarily confessed it to him. Her tears of sadness earlier were usurped by her cries of pleasure. She had gone through with it, done what was previously unimaginable, except for in the depths of her ...

... darkest fantasies. The thrill of being unfaithful as a way to get back at her boyfriend was intense. A perfect example of something wrong, feeling right. It turned her pussy into a sopping, squelching mess.

His long, punishing strokes slotted right past her gaped entrance and bottomed out in her cul-de-sac. Her moans narrated the ravaging of her flesh. They encouraged his vigorous reclaiming of her body until he silenced them by returning his tongue into her mouth.

More than his dick, she had missed the raw passion he fucked her with. He was someone she trusted to keep a secret. Her boyfriend would never find out about her escapade. She could break up with him and go back to her ex-boyfriend, or give him another chance and continue cheating on him. That realization ushered in her powerful orgasm.

Waves of uninhibited sexual ecstasy pulsed from her pussy to her fingertips. She gripped the sheets, matching the clenching of her pussy as it released a stream of juices that begged him for something equally warm in return. Her orgasm was distinct, it was her first one that didn't come as a loving girlfriend, but as a cheating slut.

Her moans renounced her loyalty, reverberating through his familiar apartment. Her tightly shut eyes and curled toes did their best to prolong the orgasm, not wanting to let it go. She now understood the appeal of cheating and how societal taboos had kept a carnal pleasure hidden from her. Her wickedness earned her a spurting load that splashed ...