Naughty Little Slut: His Best Friend Is Better! ♕

I cheated on my boyfriend with his best friend

Tom was kind, compassionate, and hard-working. I was just a naughty little slut that craved him. All good qualities in the man you marry. Not that he had proposed, we were still boyfriend and girlfriend. I also knew my sex life was about to take a nosedive. Tom was boring and had a very small penis. But he had a nice job and a big house.

And then there was Stephen. Steve and Tom grew up together. Steve was also very different from Tom. While my boyfriend was the nerdy-engineer type, Steve was tall, strong, and full of charm. He was a coach at a football team for a local university, and his Instagram feed was full of pictures with the boys, having beers at the bar, and—as if I needed more reasons to be obsessed with him—tons of pictures at the beach, wearing very little clothing. His body was perfect.

Since I knew he was coming, I put on the shortest skirt I had, no shoes, and no panties, I took off my bra and put on a cute top, with tight, almost see-through fabric. Then I went to the kitchen and texted Steve to ask him if Tom was okay, he said my boyfriend had passed out already, and he and the guys were playing some video games. I made up an excuse about needing help lifting a heavy box, and as a gentleman, Steve came right up to help.

I’m Just A Naughty Little Slut

He froze at the kitchen door, and I noticed his eyes moving from my feet to my ass, to my tits. It was like being devoured, and I loved it. I pointed at the box, and turned my back to him, bending over as much as I could. The skirt went up my ass, exposing my wet pussy to him. He said something to the effect of ‘oh Jesus!’ and the fact that he was shocked made me giggle. I walked up to him and asked

why wasn’t he willing to help me, he mumbled something that may have been an excuse, but he couldn’t finish because I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.
I dangled from his neck while we made out. He tried to pull back, looking back at the basement door as if to ask Tom’s permission. But I had already felt the stiffness in his trousers, so I pushed him into the counter and dropped to my knees, quickly undoing his belt buckle, and pulling his pants off. His cock was massive, the biggest one I’d ever had. And he was hard. I took him in my mouth savoring his stiff cock, and looking deep into his eyes.

He Tasted So Good

As my head bobbed back and forth, Steve kept saying that this was wrong, that we shouldn’t but made no effort to stop me. I stood up and lifted my skirt. I wouldn’t even give him the chance to walk away, I pressed my body against him, lifting one leg and setting my foot on a little stool next to him, I aimed his cock and thrust my hips into him, forcing his cock to drill deep inside me.

Fucking him like that, and seeing his expression of both pleasure and regret, was incredible. I felt in control, fully able to use him for my pleasure, and knowing this was wrong. We were both betraying Tom, and it only made me want him more. I hung from his neck kissing his lips. He remained still, letting me do all the thrusting. My wet pussy swallows his cock hole. Then he kissed me more intensely, and his hands were firmly placed on my hips.

I felt him beginning to moan and knowing his time to cum was close, I started to bounce on his cock, moving up and down. But I wanted his seed on my pussy. I was so close too, and when I came, I felt his load warm up my insides. Shortly after, I released him, and I gave him a soft kiss on the lips. I’ve been fucking him almost daily ever since. I’m just a naughty little slut!