Boyfriend Cucking Slut: Meeting Tyler and Fucking Him

The fastest I have ever become a boyfriend cucking slut was in one night.

I didn’t start the night planning to be a boyfriend cucking slut. My boyfriend brought Tyler over to watch a movie together and introduced us.

“This is Tyler,” my boyfriend told me. Tyler was a handsome, tall man with muscles for days. It was lust at first sight.

While watching our movie, my boyfriend’s phone went off and he left the room to take the call.  Tyler and I had been sitting on either side of our sofa, but when my boyfriend left the room, we shifted closer. I looked over at Tyler, my hands shaking with anticipation. Heat and arousal built in my gut. Some of me felt ashamed for how quickly I lusted after my boyfriend’s friend. We had just met that night! But I couldn’t help myself.

That shame made me feel even hotter. I absolutely knew at that moment I was a boyfriend cucking slut, and I did not care.

When I looked over at Tyler, his eyes met mine. They were burning with lust, pupils dilated.

I licked my lips.

In response, Tyler leaned over and kissed me. At first, I pushed him away, but after a few seconds, I couldn’t resist the feel of his lips on mine. I embraced my fate of being a boyfriend cucking slut with those hot kisses. My fingers ran down his back while he lifted up my skirt. I had no panties on, completely naked underneath. It was a habit that my boyfriend usually loved.

If my boyfriend knew that habit led to me being a boyfriend cucking slut, he might rethink it.

I could tell Tyler was a bit shocked, but he recovered quickly. He reached under my skirt, and started playing with my clit. I moaned against his lips. I felt like I was going to explode.

We had to be quick. My boyfriend would be back any minute.

My skirt was around my waist. I reached down, unzipping Tyler’s pants.

Tyler nodded, pulling his pants down. I could see his bulge through his boxers, and I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me. Tyler was far bigger than my boyfriend, and my pussy gushed in anticipation. I had no qualms about being a boyfriend cucking slut if it meant Tyler’s cock inside me now.

Within a few moments, Tyler was deep inside me, while I sat on his lap. We had to be as quiet as possible, lest my boyfriend hear us.

He held onto my waist, guiding my hips as he thrust into me. I covered my mouth, stifling my moans.

My pussy felt so full, and it was taking everything in me not to cry out with pleasure.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” Tyler muttered under his breath.

I could barely hear him, and the thrill of almost getting caught drove me crazy.

Soon, I could feel an orgasm building inside me.

“Don’t cum yet, baby.” Tyler said, kissing my neck. “We need to cum together.”

I was already too close to stopping, and his words turned me on even more. My head spun from how quickly I became a boyfriend cucking slut that night.

Finally, my orgasm ripped free. As soon as I felt my orgasm begin to hit, I let out a moan, louder than I had intended.

As my pussy tightened around his cock, Tyler let himself cum too, filling me with his warm load.

A second later, we heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. We hurriedly fixed ourselves, and by the time my boyfriend had returned, we were in the same spots as before, like nothing had happened. He didn’t pick up on anything, his awareness on par with his pathetic, embarrassing cock.

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