..fuck me...I want your cum...please give me your cum...Oh, my God." Over and over again.Though Ben couldn't hear my pleading, he felt me urging him t... a climax. When he came, it was explosive. He roared and clenched my hips so that he could bury his seed deep in my loins. I felt him pump and pump, shot after shot of cum deep in my bowels. I had no idea that being fucked in the ass could feel so wonderful.When Ben ceased his thrusting, I gently milked his cock with my ass, squeezing tightly as. The message history had started about a month ago and went back and forth with messages like:Had a great time I liked that dress you had on todayLunch? Can you get free this afternoonLet's meet at the same place Available tomorrowCan hardly wait for the weekend to be overThe messages went on and on like that and I was crushed. There was no explicit admissions of an affair but it was obvious to me he was seeing someone else. My heart sunk and I put down the phone and pulled myself together. I. His right cheek crinkled up into a slight smile. ‘You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re a tiny thing.’ Tiny? Me? He nodded at me, and then slipped past me. I walked back to Liz and Chase. ‘You’re back, good! They are about to start!’ Liz turned on her bar stool to face the stage. ‘You’re gonna love them.’ The band was definitely good, I had to admit. But the rest of the evening, I kept scanning the lounge, looking for a glimpse of that huge man. But I didn’t see him, and I told myself. ”But we had not done “it”. I had sucked him off. I had buried my nose in his curly pubic hair and lodged his manhood deep in the back of my throat and had made him groan. I had made him shoot load after load of cum down my throat, with some spilling out onto my sun burnt chest.And therein lay the problem. I had gotten him off. I had been his slut, asking nothing in return, I got nothing in return. We had not made love. I had satisfied the b**st that had awakened when he saw me in the.