I was red. furious, hurt. and suddenly hard.
"No," I said again. Typed, actually. in the quiet office, suddenly all the more large and empty because of my despair.
The words my ex-girlfriend's sister typed hit harder with each revealed fact of her sister's infidelities.
"Kim said you knew and you were OK with it ... how many? ... wow ... I don't know... She fucked her boss - God, she was way drunk then. Her ex. The one who was in prison. He comes over all the time. Oh, she does hate him. Kind of ... but .... are you sure you want to know? His dick is .... it's huge. God, there were at least two other guys...."
My head spun. For two months I had been pretty proud of how I had hidden my new affair from the cow. I was even more proud that I felt I was proving my masculinity to myself by bedding a 21-year-old blonde girl with an insatiable sex drive and piercings galore. She was wild; the sex was amazing and according to her, we were falling in love. I never argue with that brand of crazy, even when I don't feel the same way. I love the rollercoaster. Plus, better to be the one being obsessed over, than the one obsessing.
But somehow I lost that control.
She wanted me to be increasingly dominant, which I became. Rougher, which I was. She wanted a true Dom and I did my best to deliver. After failed attempt after failed attempt, I knew it was bad. And as I did my best to keep her, I sank into old roles. Telling her how much I cared. How special she was. That I loved her too. I knew it was a mistake. I knew it was giving up my control. Proving with every word that I was no dominant. And she dumped me. She was relived to be rid of me. I could hear it in her voice.
And there I was, finding out that, even as she was at her most obsessive over us: planning kid's names and calling me when my wife was home ... she was fucking around on me. with so many men and women.
When I logged off my conversation with her sister, I realized that by the time the chat ended, everyone in the office had left but me. And there I was. Alone, ashamed, miserable and so obsessed with Kim.
And there's something else. Those words her sister typed. "His dick is huge." His dick is huge. His dick is huge. And suddenly, I am not just thinking it, I am saying it. moaning it. My dick is out in the middle of the abandoned office floor, I have my email open on my phone and I've found the last nude pic she sent me. Only I can't see that naked, firm body beneath me. the round pierced nipples, the pout of her plump lips... No, I see him. A man I've never met, with a cock the size of my forearm making her scream. Making her wish she could have had him every night she was with me. And as pour my cum onto the office floor, I half wish it myself.
I cleaned up as best I could and drove home. But I was still so hard. I was still reeling and some vaguely masculine part of me felt so unsatisfied. Since dumping me a week prior, Kim had fucked at least one girl and was getting serious with a new guy. I thought, what I needed was to get back out there and find someone else. But as the night wore on, I decided that maybe it was that I just needed to fuck someone else.
Half drunk and alone, I made a call to an escort. My early plan was for a beautiful girl. But my fingers wouldn't make that call, and instead, I called a transgendered girl. I could only shake my head at myself. Not only did this prove nothing to me, it proved nothing to her. "At least," I thought, "I will get to fuck someone tonight."
When the door rang, I regretted it even more. She was pretty enough. Asian, most likely Filipino. She was more broad shouldered than I expected, which made her tits look especially fake. I led her to the bedroom and expected to lie her down and get to it, but she had other plans. She nudged me to the bed and began to undress as I sat there. Once she had her breasts out, she smashed my face into them, demanding for me to suck hard (why do they all love that so much?) She stroked her dick as I sucked and kissed her tits. Then she stood up on the bed and fed me her dick. Without prompting, without a word. It was just in my mouth. I wish I could say I was getting excited, but that cock of hers was bigger than mine - all I could think of - and filled my mouth and throat. I gagged and choked; my eyes watered. and when she pulled it out, I was so dazed, I didn't protest for a second when she told me to turn over and lay down. I waited patiently. I heard the snap of the lube cap. The rip of the condom wrapper.
|They never want to take the dick. Just give.|
And she was in me. Fucking me. No. Plowing me.
It took a while of her inside me before I could relax. before I could let the disappointment of being the bottom go. I wanted to cry or to tell her to bend over. Instead I let it fade, let myself take that dick. Let it be my therapy. Face down in the pillow. I felt the buildup as the sheets glided across my half stiff, small dick ... I felt the spurt beneath me as I moaned to my hung transsexual lover, "It's so big. Your dick is so big ... so big .. so big ..."