Blonde Cheating Slut: Two Loads Are Better Than One

In my early 20s I loved to go out as much as possible.

I wasn’t really a drinker, but I loved having fun with my friends and dancing, so it was pretty much how we spent many weekends. I had recently decided to get back together with an ex, mostly because of his penis, but also because we did have some fun together. But I’m just a blonde cheating slut and sooner or later I would act on my instinct

One night we went to a club that had three floors. The first floor was a restaurant, the second floor was a bar, and the third floor was a dance club. You could spend your whole night there and not get bored.

It was also super easy to lose your friends. I had come with my “boyfriend” but was definitely on the prowl for something new. I knew that I wasn’t fully invested in this man so I didn’t feel bad when I escaped him for a bit to explore on my own.

I lost him on the dance floor and made my way to the edge of the crowd.

I wanted to catch some air so I went down to the bar level. I intended to sit for a minute with some water, but something else had caught my eye … .this handsome specimen of a human that I work with but never got to engage with. He was sitting at the bar by himself. I loved everything his body was doing under his tight button-down shirt. I watched him push his long hair back out of his face and look into his beer. I sat down next to him and made myself obvious. He did a double take and leaned over to hug me. I kissed him on the cheek, but I did not want to stop.

He said he was happy to see me, that we’d never really gotten to know each other, and that he felt badly about that. I knew right then and there that I needed to know him carnally. The only thing that I could think of at that moment was fucking him. I know we were on the same page because he quickly put his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” he murmured into my ear. He took my hand and led me to the stairs at the back of the bar. We barely made it there before he had his hand up my skirt. I knew I had soaked my panties and the smile on his face as he pulled his hand out and licked each finger. I practically melted. Suddenly I was tearing open his jeans and grabbing his cock. It did not matter where we were. This needed to happen.

We tried to hide under the staircase, but it was no use.

He was 6’4 and very noticeable. There was even someone recording us. We could not control ourselves. After a year of working together neither of us had the courage to admit our attraction, but here it was, all out on display, and we didn’t care. Phil put me in his arms and lifted me up. He held me tight as his giant cock pressed into me. I was getting hotter. “Put it in!” I begged. He smiled. A tease.

“Beg me,” he said. So I moaned and begged him to plunge his cock into my wet and waiting pussy. It was the most pleasurable pain. His cock was so massive that I was pleading for mercy. He took none on me and proceeded to fuck me like he was trying to split me in two.

As I rode him I could think of nothing else but how long I had wanted him to ravage me. How many times I’d envisioned him taking me on his desk. We both wanted this. Why did we wait so long? I told him I couldn’t stay and that we’d have to connect later. I knew my boyfriend would be around looking for me.

Literally seconds later Tom appeared to find his blonde cheating slut.

I had just pulled Phil’s cock out of my pussy. He was still dripping down my leg as I introduced the two.
Tom wasn’t interested in meeting him. He wanted to go home and have sex. And even though I agreed to do it, all I could think of was Tom’s cum drizzling down on me after Phil had already filled me up. Fucking Phil earlier made me horny for Tom. We went home to fuck and I got two cream pies that night. Such a lucky girl!

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