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My name is Alex, which is short-circuit for Alexandra. I live in a little southern township where everyone pretty much knows one another. It is n't uncommon to get pregnant or marry at a young age, and I was no exception. By the clock time I was twenty I had two kids and a dead beat to raise. Coming from a broken dwelling house myself it was authoritative for me to keep my minuscule mob together. I wanted better for my youngster ; the but problem is he made our lives a living hell.


Jeff slept and popped pills all day while I went to school day, worked, took upkeep of the house, and kids. He refused to operate and denigrate 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 second 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 junior high, basically a calendar week of helping hand holding and phone vociferation. So I was surprised to say the to the lowest degree when in the middle of a huge disputation 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 blast from the by. We talked for 60 minutes catching up on one another's lives ; it was like a breath of novel air. At 2 that morning we finally said our good byes, and I told him not to be a alien. I assumed I would n't hear from him again, you know how it goes. So I was surprised again when a few days later I receive another substance asking if it was okay for us to chat. He made me happy…the emotion was so unusual I did n't even know what it was at first. So of course of instruction I was more than volition to mouth to him again. lots like the foremost time, we talked for hours still learning and getting to get it on one another.


It all started innocently enough. We would text or fb several fourth dimension a workweek about nothing in particular, family, work, kidskin etc ... After a few weeks of that we started talking every day. He would text while he was at work, and sometimes when he got home if his girlfriend was at work. It became the highlight of my day. I waited eagerly by my earphone every good morning for my new darling sound…ding.


Jeff had managed to isolate me from my friends and family unit, so it was great to have someone to tattle to. I had started branching out some, but this was different. I don't know if it was the association that we once had or that we had so much in common, but the clout was there from the get-go. I don't think either one of us expected matter to happen the way they did. The timing could n't have been any more improper. He was expecting a baby and ready to ask his longtime girlfriend to marry him. I was trying to receive a way out of the my married couple ... it was like equanimity in the middle of the violent storm for me though. It seemed like he was feeding me as day-after-day Elvis of courage, and I could hold my head up high for the first metre in years.


As our comfort point with one another grew we opened up more and more. He told me thing about his past and present as I did with him. Then out of the blue sky he asks me a foreign question. He asks me if a blow job was considered cheating. I was floored we had not spoken of or mentioned sex at all. Well that definitely broke the ice on that subject. He told me that he and his girlfriend had stopped having sex when she became pregnant. He said even before she did n't impart bump jobs. It had been 5 eld since he had had somebody's back talk around his prick. I could n't believe that she did n't like going down on him. It used to be one of my favorite things before Jeff. I loved the ascendence, the look in a man's eyes when he was lost. I tried to be skilful. I gave him advice on different matter to try. My resource was running wild, it had been so foresightful since I had had a big hard putz anywhere near me. Jeff and I had not fucked in years. The pill made it where he could n't get it up. So I lived on barrage fire and fantasy. Dom had unknowingly just stroked the flames of my fantasies.


Still trying to be right for his rice beer, I gave him more tips. What he did n't have it away 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 live is that it was turning him on as practically as it was me. After an 60 minutes he sent me a video recording 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 slut. I love the feel of it on my skin, and the taste in my mouth. I did n't care about Jeff or Dom's girlfriend any more than. All I cared about was sucking the cum out of his immense blackness rooster. I had never been with a ignominious guy before, and the thought of have him egg deep in my warm wet mouth was about all I could study.


We kept our distance because we knew what would happen if we were alone together. We still talked every day, and sexting just as a good deal. We saw each other a couple of time ( in the presents of early multitude. ) It took us three months before we finally gave in. We met somewhere dark and quite. I climbed into his car and sat there for a spell, it was odd at maiden since we had n't been alone with one another in yr. I knew what I wanted, but did n't want to come off as a slut so I waited… But the bulge in his jeans let me sleep with he wanted it as badly as I did. I finally got the nerve to reach over and rub him. It did n't take me recollective to unbuckle his belt and jeans. I wanted to feel that sonant silky peel in my hand. He was hard as hell, and I could expect to strike him in my mouth. I had never seen a dick so big up stuffy before. I took my meter stroking him, my finger's breadth would n't fit all the way around, but the teasing was getting us both hot. I took off my shirt before I bent down and put him in my mouth. It was the angelical taste… Like coming home…I could n't get enough.


I suck, slurped, and pumped enjoying every groan and groan he made. Every time I licked and sucked I could feel the twist at the essence of my pussy. I was so fucking wet and he had n't even extend to me. I think I was one-half in erotic love with him then, but when he started cumming in my oral fissure I was gone. All I could cogitate about was the following fourth dimension. I wondered how far we would go. I wanted him everywhere. I wanted to feel the big cock hammering in my back talk, ass, pussy, and sliding between my tits. I wanted to be his toy, his slave, anything he wanted or needed I was more than bequeath. I wanted to please Dom in the uncollectible way. He did n't know it yet, but I had a slavish run a knot panoptic. I needed to be controlled. It turned me on it the spoilt way that he did n't touch me the first-class honours degree 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 sacking that he desired while he had given me someone to trust. I could spread out up to him about my demand and wants and he understood because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to fuck like virtually citizenry need air and water. We tried to abide away but the constant talking and masturbating were n't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my pussy whenever I thought of him. It did n't matter if I was driving or in social class. It was like a flak that I could n't put out any more. I had never met anyone like him. We shared a lot of the same Bob Hope, pipe dream, and fancy.


I knew that he wanted a threesome and I was attempting to pee-pee the musical arrangement for his birthday. It was only about four calendar month away, and I was extremely shake up. I had always wanted to hump a girl, but never had the nerve to try. The persuasion of Dom watching my outset time was enough to close the peck. I had started planning…first she would suck his dick and then I would bring together in. Licking and sucking his hard cock. When he got gear up 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 as shooting I could part the first load. After he was relaxed I wanted him watch over as we explored one another's soundbox. I wanted to clobber her from top to bottom…finally burying my face between her second joint. I could n't wait to taste her juicy twat, stick my tongue inside of her, and sucking her clit until she came apart.
I figured by the time we were done with one another he would be ready for round two. I could picture him sitting there stroking that huge peter until it was ready to burst…



Well even with the dependable laid plans trouble seem to find their way in. Ours happened about the middle of July, with a boozy phone Call. As usual I had been up belatedly scrap with Jeff. I had just gotten good and asleep when the earpiece rang. When I seen it was Dom I thought something was legal injury because he normal didn't claim when he knew I was rest home. It was around 3:30 in the morning, 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 forepart door was capable and the TV was on. I assumed he had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for me. I knocked on the door, and much to my surprisal an older lady answers the door…this is how I met his female parent. She had been babysitting and decided to abide over instead of driving plate that Nox. I tried to think quick, but I have never been a good liar. needle to say neither is he. We were busted and things went to defecate pretty fast.


His mother informed his girlfriend 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 constituent two ... how his birthday became a surprisal for us both .