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My name is Alex, which is short for Alexandra. I live in a minor southerly town where everyone pretty much knows one another. It is n't uncommon to become pregnant or marry at a vernal age, and I was no exception. By the time I was XX I had two kids and a dead beatnik to raise. Coming from a broken home myself it was significant for me to keep my short family together. I wanted better for my child ; the only job is he made our life-time a animation hell.


Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school, worked, took tutelage of the family, and kids. He refused to work and belittled everything I did. I was lost and felt that I had made my choices and should deal with them. I stayed for over 10 years before I decided I had had enough and wanted out.


That day, almost down to the minute that I decided that I was done I heard from an old friend…
I had not seen or heard from Dom in at least 14 or 15 years. We dated briefly in next-to-last gamy, basically a week of hand holding and phone calls. So I was surprised to say the least when in the middle of a Brobdingnagian argument with Jeff, I receive an instant message from Dom.


So it started…
That night in the thick of a hellish argument and writing an essay for my literature class comes my attack from the past. We talked for minute catching up on one another's lives ; it was like a breathing space of fresh air. At 2 that morning we finally said our sound byes, and I told him not to be a stranger. I assumed I would n't get a line from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another message asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so strange I did n't even have it away what it was at first. So of class I was more than volition to talk to him again. much like the first time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to know one another.


It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several sentence a week about nothing in item, syndicate, work, kids etc ... After a few hebdomad of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his lady friend was at work. It became the highlighting of my day. I waited eagerly by my phone every morning for my new favorite sound…ding.


Jeff had managed to isolate me from my friends and family, so it was great to give someone to talk to. I had started branching out some, but this was different. I don't know if it was the connecter that we once had or that we had so much in common, but the pull was there from the first. I don't think either one of us expected things to happen the way they did. The timing could n't have been any more wrong. He was expecting a baby and prepare to ask his longtime girlfriend to marry him. I was trying to find a way out of the my marriage ... it was similar calm in the midsection of the storm for me though. It seemed like he was feeding me as day-to-day window pane of courage, and I could hold my headspring up high gear for the first time in years.


As our consolation level with one another grew we opened up more and more. He told me matter about his past tense and present tense as I did with him. Then out of the blue air he asks me a strange head. He asks me if a gust job was considered cheating. I was floored we had not spoken of or mentioned sex at all. wellspring that definitely broke the ice on that matter. He told me that he and his lady friend had stopped having sex when she became fraught. He said even before she did n't chip in nose candy line of work. It had been 5 old age since he had had person's lips around his tool. I could n't believe that she did n't like going down on him. It used to be one of my preferred things before Jeff. I loved the control, the feeling in a man's optic when he was lost. I tried to be good. I gave him advice on unlike things to try. My imaginativeness was running wild, it had been so yearn since I had had a big hard dick anywhere near me. Jeff and I had not fucked in years. The anovulant made it where he could n't get it up. So I lived on stamp battery and fantasy. Dom had unknowingly just stroked the flames of my fantasies.


Still trying to be honest for his sake, I gave him more steer. What he did n't have intercourse is I was picturing myself doing all of these things to him. I wanted to taste him in the worst way. What I did n't know is that it was turning him on as much as it was me. After an minute he sent me a video of him jerking off. It was so hot ; I wanted to be there to catch his hot mettle in my mouth. I 've always been a cum hussy. I love the flavour of it on my skin, and the preference in my lip. I did n't care about Jeff or Dom's girlfriend any more. All I cared about was sucking the cum out of his huge bleak cock. I had never been with a melanise guy before, and the thought of have him clod deep in my warm wet sass was about all I could withdraw.


We kept our distance because we knew what would happen if we were alone together. We still talked every day, and sexting just as much. We saw each other a mates of metre ( in the presents of other people. ) It took us three calendar month before we finally gave in. We met somewhere sour and quite. I climbed into his car and sat there for a while, it was odd at first since we had n't been alone with one another in years. I knew what I wanted, but did n't require to issue forth off as a slut so I waited… But the jut in his jeans let me fuck he wanted it as badly as I did. I finally got the nerve to pass on over and rub him. It did n't take me recollective to unbuckle his smash and blue jean. I wanted to find that diffused silky skin in my hand. He was hard as hell, and I could wait to subscribe him in my lip. I had never seen a dick so big up near before. I took my time stroking him, my digit would n't fit all the way around, but the ribbing was getting us both hot. I took off my shirt before I bent down and put him in my mouth. It was the sweetest taste… Like coming home…I could n't get enough.


I suck, slurped, and pumped enjoying every moan and groan he made. Every metre I licked and sucked I could feel the pull at the substance of my pussy. I was so bloody wet and he had n't even touched me. I think I was half in love life with him then, but when he started cumming in my lip I was gone. All I could think about was the side by side metre. I wondered how far we would go. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to feel the big cock pounding in my mouth, ass, kitty-cat, and sliding between my teat. I wanted to be his toy, his slave, anything he wanted or needed I was more than willing. I wanted to please Dom in the spoilt way. He did n't know it yet, but I had a slavish streak a stat mi wide. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the spoilt way that he did n't advert me the first time. I had not earned it yet.


It was n't long before we had to see each other again. We had given each other something that we had been missing. I had given him the exit that he desired while he had given me soul to trust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to fuck like most people need air and water. We tried to stay away but the constant talking and masturbating were n't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my snatch whenever I thought of him. It did n't matter if I was driving or in class. It was like a flaming that I could n't put out any to a greater extent. I had never met anyone like him. We shared a lot of the same Leslie Townes Hope, dreaming, and fantasies.


I knew that he wanted a trio and I was attempting to nominate the transcription for his birthday. It was only about four months away, and I was extremely excited. I had always wanted to sleep together a girl, but never had the boldness to try. The thinking of Dom watching my first metre was enough to close the deal. I had started planning…first she would suck his gumshoe and then I would link in. Licking and sucking his hard cock. When he got ready to cum I wanted to be the one who took him in my mouth…I love the way his cum tastes, and I'm not sure I could contribution the first warhead. After he was relaxed I wanted him watch over as we explored one another's trunk. I wanted to lick her from top to bottom…finally burying my look between her second joint. I could n't expect to try her juicy cunt, wedge my clapper inside of her, and sucking her clit until she came apart.
I figured by the meter we were done with one another he would be fix for round two. I could picture him sitting there stroking that huge dick until it was ready to burst…



Well even with the substantially laid design problems seem to find their way in. Ours happened about the midsection of July, with a drunken phone call. As common I had been up late fighting with Jeff. I had just gotten good and asleep when the earphone rang. When I seen it was Dom I thought something was wrong because he normal didn't shout when he knew I was home. It was around 3:30 in the break of day, and he wanted me to come over. I was stressed and upset because of Jeff, so I did n't wonder it. I got up showed, dressed, and left. I arrived around 4:30 and of course the house was quite. The strawman threshold was open and the TV was on. I assumed he had fallen asleep on the redact waiting for me. I knocked on the threshold, and much to my surprise an older gentlewoman answers the door…this is how I met his mother. She had been babysitting and decided to stick over instead of driving household that night. I tried to think quick, but I have never been a good prevaricator. needle to say neither is he. We were busted and matter went to grass pretty fast.


His mother informed his lady friend that I had came over, and that was pretty much the end of that…or so I thought.


Thanks for reading my story ! Let me live if you want to hear component part two ... how his birthday became a surprise for us both .