Becca Bellamy
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Inside the Mind of a Married BBC Slut - Part 2
🕑 Added 2022-12-01 06:02:01 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Are you familiar with the phrase ‘cock drunk?’ It’s really just a way of saying that a woman got fucked really, really well, but to me it refers to a very particular state of being. To me it’s what happens when you’ve been fucked to a place where you can barely think straight. It’s when your mind is barely functioning and it’s all you can do to utter a few words of thanks to the man that just fucked you with such stamina and skill that your legs are still shaking and your heart is still pounding a solid ten minutes after he pulled out.
I mention it because I was completely cock drunk the second time I fucked Darren. It was a week after our first meeting and we were back at the same hotel. I’d actually contemplated meeting up with him during the week, but I managed to resist until we could spend the night in a hotel room so I could really enjoy his cock.
To make it a little more fun Darren suggested that Chris get to enjoy being something of a cuckold chauffeur. We drove to Darren’s place – with me in the back seat, of course – and he came out and joined me. I immediately pulled his cock out – I honestly can’t even describe how excited I was the moment Darren came out of his house – and started sucking him.
“You should be driving, cuckold,” Darren said as I offered him sloppy head in the back seat.
Chris put the car in reverse, backed out of the driveway, and headed towards the hotel as I got all worked up sucking big black dick in our car. I hadn’t given road head in a long time and it was so much more exciting to do it while my husband was driving. I sucked cock right until Chris pulled into a parking space at the hotel. We skipped the valet since we weren’t all that interested in public exposure at that point.
Chris checked us in as Darren and I kissed in the backseat – I’d put his cock away so no one would see me sucking dick in a parking lot – and when Chris came back with the keys I was more than ready to rush to the room and get fucked.
In the room Darren had Chris strip me naked – it was incredibly hot – before sending him to sit in the corner of the room and watch. Darren and I kissed as his strong hands moved all over my body. He played with my tits, my ass, and my pussy as I moaned into his mouth and sucked on his tongue. I was putty in his hands. I was soaking wet – it was genuinely noisy when he fingered me – and I felt like my entire body was humming with this incredible kind of desire. I needed him inside me.
Darren had me strip him naked and then he sat on the edge of the bed. His cock looked absolutely wondrous as he gestured for me to get on my knees. I dropped down in front of him without argument. I wrapped my lips around his cock. I worshiped him just like I had in the car, only it felt hotter because I was naked, wet, and ready to get fucked. It was like I was earning the chance to get fucked with my mouth, like he was making me prove how badly I wanted him inside me by blowing him until my jaw was sore.
“Get her a condom, cuckold,” Darren demanded.
Chris hopped to his feet and pulled a condom from the box we’d bought earlier that day. I tore it open and rolled it down Darren’s cock as I looked up at him. I was truly desperate at that point. Memories of the fucking I’d taken the week before ran through my head and left me desperate to be filled once more.
Darren moved into the bed and his cock looked so fucking good pointing towards the ceiling. “Go ahead. Fuck yourself with my cock,” he said. “Take it for a ride until you cum all over it.”
I scrambled into the bed and straddled him. I sank down on his cock so quickly that it actually hurt a little despite the wetness between my legs. It didn’t matter, though. I had him inside me again. I had what I needed. I had what I’d spent a week yearning for.
I rode Darren like he’d said. I fucked myself with his cock. I fucked myself silly. I fucked myself until I had an orgasm that made my head spin. My legs trembled. My fingers and toes tingled and for a few seconds I couldn’t even speak. All I could do was collapse on top of Darren.
Eventually he rolled me onto my back. “Come get a taste, cuck,” he said.
Chris crawled between my legs and pushed his tongue inside me. Darren played with my tits as I smiled at having the attention of two men.
“Does she taste better after she’s had a big black cock inside her?” Darren asked.
“Yes,” Chris said before pushing his tongue back inside me.
Darren laughed. “I think he likes being a cuckold.”
My legs twitched as Chris licked my clit and triggered an overly sensitive reaction. “I think he does too,” I said.
“And you like being a good slut for me, don’t you?” Darren asked.
It was the first time a man had ever called me a slut – to my face, at least – and there was something about it I really liked. I think it’s because it was said without even a hint of judgment and it felt kind of true. I’d sucked his cock the moment he got in the car, after all. I’d spent the entire drive to the hotel with his dick in my mouth. I did everything he said the moment we got in the hotel room and I’d just had a huge orgasm on his cock. I was kind of a slut for him.
“Yes,” I answered.
“Say it for me,” Darren said. “Say that you’re my slut.”
I smiled. “I’m your slut.” I know it might sound crazy, but it was surprisingly arousing to say it for him.
“That’s enough, cuck,” Darren said.
Chris moved out from between my legs.
“On your stomach,” he instructed.
I rolled onto my stomach and Darren slid into me from behind. It was the first time I’d been taken in what I now think of as the prone position. It really only worked because Darren was long enough to slip inside me with ease. The angle of penetration made it feel surprisingly good, too. Each thrust created this sense of fullness that was incredible.
It was in the prone position that I reached that cock drunk state, mostly because it went on for an exceptionally long time. Every thrust was pleasurable and after twenty minutes of taking dick I really couldn’t think straight anymore. My body was like a bundle of nerves being tickled by this beautiful big black cock and I was trembling from head to toe. It helped that Darren kept up a steady stream of dirty talk directed at me and Chris.
When he reached around to play with my clit I came almost immediately. It was fucking incredible. I had this huge black cock pounding into me and his finger dancing over my clit and I screamed in pleasure. Darren fucked me harder because he was close to cumming. He fucked me harder and he unloaded in the condom as I climaxed, making my pussy tighten up around his cock.
I couldn’t speak after. All I could was lie there and breathe. Darren kept his cock inside me as he kissed my neck and cheek. His body felt good on top of mine. I could have stayed that way all night. I was cock drunk, after all. I never wanted it to end. I wanted to be his slut for as long as he wanted to use me.
