1. Stroking Midnight


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 93.9, Source: sexstories.com

    low cut tops that spilled heavy cleavage that didn’t belong on that otherwise slim brunette frame. “She’s trash,” he’d whisper conspiratorially in my ear. “And unbelievably dumb and neurotic. That’s why she’s always single. No guy’s going to put up that.” My heart started to thud and my mouth went a little dry. Part of me knew what I would find before I ever opened that email, but I felt compelled to anyway. Out spilled an endless assortment of jpegs. Many of them were dark and a little blurry but it was more than enough to cause my jaw to drop and my stomach to turn. There she was, naked and voluptuous on her knees, and spreading her ample cheeks apart to ease the entry of my boyfriend’s dick into her ass. Her face was turned to the side, moaning, already slick with cum, making me realize that there had been a few rounds of sex that night. Picture after picture downloaded of Ryan fucking her in every which way he could, gleefully documenting the whole thing with the camera. There was her cum-covered face smiling up for the camera, spreading her pussy lips and grinning at the lens teasingly. And then more with her sucking his cock and balls, and then with her face buried in his ass. I could see the glimpse of pink tongue as it snaked inside him. Her eyes were open, loving the attention, enjoying being a slut for him and for the camera. At first I just sat there stunned. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing. Their sex looked depraved and raw. Both of their bodies ...
    glistened with sweat. Her long dark hair was messy and wild, giving her that freshly fucked look that made the photos seem even dirtier. His hands were gripping her, almost clawing at her hips. I could see the red imprints of the sharp slaps he’d delivered to her ass while he had fucked her. I felt numb. This was everything that our lovemaking was not. He had always been gentle and respectful with me. When I had told him I was too anxious to try anal sex, he had been patient and understanding. Sure, we had enjoyed some very passionate nights, and I had always enjoyed things a little rough, but he had never gone anywhere near the extent that I was seeing in these photos. This girl was his fuck slut. His face was smeared with satisfaction. Clearly he had enjoyed every debased and dirty moment. I spent the night in shock, crying and drinking vodka until I passed out in bed. I didn’t even hear him come home that night, nor did I really meet his eyes or talk to him for that entire week. I made an effort to stagger my schedule so that we were apart most of the time. And when we were together at home, I would watch him out of the corner of my eyes as I pretended to be focused on the television, while he worked on his computer. In my mind, from that moment on, he was always doing something deceptive. Every second he was on the computer, or the phone, and every time he reached for his Blackberry was just another piece of unseen evidence to convince me that he was up to no good. And my anger ...
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