When I met my husband, Oliver, he loved fucking his little Korean girlfriend’s brains out. Oliver never thought about dating Asian girls until he saw “The Interview” with Seth Rogen and James Franco. After seeing Franco and Randall Park party with those “Korean” girls, he became obsessed with Asian girls.

I never considered his ethnic-based attraction offense because I loved getting my brains fucked out. It didn’t really bother me until he became more attracted to my personality and intellect. Everyone talks about how deeper relationships last, but what they don’t talk about is how lacking the sex becomes.

By the time we married, he no longer saw me as his wild, Asian sex kitten. He was no longer my white knight in shining latex slinging his sword in defense of my sexual needs. All we talked about as husband and wife were finances and starting our family.

Before we could start our family, we decided to focus more on our careers and get to a financial place where we felt comfortable bringing kids into our marriage. That meant both of us needed higher-paying jobs that also offered significant benefits.

Oliver found work quickly with one of his friends. I eventually came across a lucrative opportunity through an ex-girlfriend. She introduced me to Mr. DeAngelo Pearson. After a brief interview, Mr. Pearson gave me the job and said I could start work immediately, but I had to sign a confidentiality agreement first.

His company, New Edge LLC, didn’t do anything. Mr. Pearson was a private investor who made all his money in stocks. He only established New Edge as a front to avoid talking to his family. My job was to tell all family members that he was in a meeting or on a conference call. What he really did all day was play Xbox, watch TV, workout in the office’s gym, and more than he’d like to admit, jerk off to various porn videos he watched with his door closed.

Where we live, the average administrative assistant, or secretary, earns about twenty dollars an hour. For my discretion and helping to keep his family away from him, Mr. Pearson paid me fifty dollars an hour; gave me full healthcare benefits, which included dental, medical, vision, hearing, and life insurance for me and my husband; and paid out seasonal bonuses up to two thousand dollars.

Anytime my husband and I went over our finances, he would point out how much I made and joke that I was sleeping with my boss. Then, I’d joke that I only slept with my boss once and was blackmailing him into paying more. We laughed at those jokes because Oliver didn’t know what Mr. Pearson looked like.

In my entire dating history, I never thought about cheating on any man or woman I was with. It wasn’t until Oliver starting making those jokes and ignored my sexual needs for weeks that I started looking at Mr. Pearson differently.

I missed being my husband’s little Korean fuck-toy. I’ve never gone that long without being properly fucked, but I couldn’t spark my husband’s interest. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and the months approached two years. For two years, all I did was fantasize about fucking my boss.

Every day, I sat at my desk hoping and praying that DeAngelo would come out of his office naked, big black dick swinging and throbbing, and he’d fuck me all over the office; in every room and every orifice. I’d never thought about trying anything anal before, but I’d certainly demand DeAngelo take my ass.

Of course, I felt guilty about having such a shameless imagination, but I convinced myself that it was all just fantasy; I would never act on my impulses.

Whenever my husband got the chance, he went away on business trips. Business trips offered more money and placed him on lists for promotions. Though he hated being away from me for emotional reasons, I hated being away from him because that left me alone in our apartment. Alone, I couldn’t extinguish the fire that blazed between my legs all day at the office.

My vulva-related wildfires got so hot and wet that I started developing rashes because my pussy never dried. The rashes itched under my naturally thick, trimmed bush, so I started shaving smooth. My bald pussy handled the excess wetness better, but it also created a tantalizing sensation that made my pussy feel electric every time my legs rubbed together.

I solved the rash issue by shoving extra-absorbent tissue down the fronts of my panties and took several pussy-pat breaks to whip away excess moisture. This worked well for months, but one amazingly unfortunate day, I caught DeAngelo working out in nothing by some tiny tight-fitting shorts. I could see his massive size dangling in the thermos-sized bulge.

DeAngelo had no idea what he was doing to me, but I imagined he did. Whenever I heard the faint exaggerated screams of internet porn coming from his office, I imagined DeAngelo thrusting his enormous chocolate cock into my cunt’s canal. The overly orgasmic porn starlets’ screams pale in comparison to mine as I felt DeAngelo’s thick dick tunneling deeper inside me.

In reality, I’ve leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and slid my hand into my skirt and panties. I’ve temporarily removed the tissue and penetrated my pussy with my two longest and thickest fingers. My thumb circled my clit, lightly transitioning to rubbing my hot button as my fingers reached my G-spot.

It always took DeAngelo fifteen to twenty minutes to bust his nut, so I could comfortably fingerfuck myself to two or more orgasms before he finished. And his twenty-minute beat-off sessions, which suggested tremendous stamina and endurance, made my pussy extra drippy every time.

Whenever my husband returned, I would spend all night fucking his brains out. He thought absence made the heart fonder, so he started taking more, longer business trips. Every day he was gone, my pussy ached for DeAngelo that much more.

I didn’t want to cheat on Oliver, but I needed to know what sex with DeAngelo was like, so I went to my ex-girlfriend who introduced us. She turned down my proposition, as she’d gotten married too, but she did warn me that DeAngelo was an increasingly intoxicating addiction.

When my ex declined, I asked the sluttiest girl I knew. Tiffany, a voluptuous, fiery redhead with big tits, loved dick. She jumped at the opportunity to ride DeAngelo, but I insisted that she behave like a proper lady, knowing she’d take offense and act ten times as slutty.

DeAngelo didn’t take much convincing either after he saw a picture of Tiffany in a bikini. I also let it slip that Tiffany used to give me the wildest, hardest orgasms. It probably only made him hornier for Tiff, but I’d like to believe it also made him see me in a different light.

Presumably, after their date ended, I got a text from Mr. DP telling me to take the weekend off. I didn’t hear from either of them until late Sunday evening. Knowing Tiffany, she must’ve used every trick in the naughty slut’s handbook after I demanded she behave like a lady.

When she did finally call, I could hear the exhaustion and satisfaction in her voice. “Aria, gurl…” She paused before softly moaning the words, “Thank you!”

The only time Tiffany thanked me was after I spent three solid hours eating and fingering her pussy when we dated. Even then, her ‘thank you’ lacked passion and gratitude. This time, the words ‘thank you’ rolled off her tongue like a melody and echoed in my ears.

“Was it really that good?” I had to know.

“Never has such a good looking man possessed the size and skill to satisfy me like that. Your boss blew my pussy into a million little pieces, and each piece emitted the strongest orgasmic force I ever felt as they rained down over my body.”

Never has Tiffany been so poetic. “What was it like; tell me everything, and I mean every detail.”

To my dismay, she responded, “No, not yet!” My pussy’s depth clenched painfully, but to my relief, she added. “First, I want you to take a long, steamy shower. Give yourself a deep, soapy pussy massage but don’t cum. When you’re finished, pat yourself dry, leaving a light mist on your skin.

“Then, go into your bedroom, light a few candles, get well-lubricated, put on some sexy music, and call me back. Only then will I tell you about your boss’s big… thick… hard…” She whispered, “…strong,” and hung up.

My phone fell from my hand as my pussy spurt a tiny spray of passion liquor inside my panties. I looked down and saw the stain growing as my pussy surged with need. So tempted to reach down and slide two fingers inside myself, but I retained just enough composure to fight the urge.

I rushed to the bathroom and began following Tiffany’s instructions to the letter. Showering under such lustful conditions was next to impossible, but I prevailed without premature orgasm. I left a light layer of mist on my body as I walked out into the air-conditioned bedroom. The cool air swept across my steamy nipples, making them painfully hard within seconds.

After rubbing a thin layer of moisturizing body oil on myself, I lit my favorite scented candles. By the time all the candles were lit, the oil had made my misty skin soft and aroused. I threw myself on the center of the bed and asked Siri to play my ‘Sexy Katy Perry’ playlist. As “I Kissed A Girl” softly played in the background, I called Tiffany back.

She was slightly suspicious that my shower took too long but incredibly elated that I called back. Before starting her recount, she confessed her suspicions about why I wanted to set her up with my boss, and I admitted my intentions were more than curiosity.

Once I confessed my side of things, she giggled softly. “I knew you couldn’t get married and stay happy for too long.”

“It’s not that I’m not happy. It’s just that Oliver isn’t as physically expressive as he used to be.”

“And your new boss makes your little pussy wetter and hotter than your husband ever could; don’t forget that part.”

“Oliver makes my pussy plenty hot and wet. But yes, DeAngelo does something to my pussy that I’ve never experienced before. I just can’t explain it.”

“You don’t need to explain it to me, Aria. I know firsthand what you felt and much more.” My pussy throbbed thinking about what DeAngelo did to Tiffany’s body. “I hope you’re lubed up because I’m jumping straight to the good stuff.”

I put the call on speaker and laid the phone next to my head as I lay back. My hands slowly moved to soft, smooth tits and squeezed as Tiffany spoke.

“All through dinner, he kept glancing down at my tits and thighs; oddly enough, my thighs more than my tits. First time that’s ever happened, right? When I asked him about it, he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about burying his face between my legs and making me squirt into his mouth. In the middle of a crowded restaurant, he loudly confessed that he wanted to eat my pussy to a squirting orgasm. I pulled him out of that restaurant and forced him into an Uber without even paying for dinner.

“We were at his condominium fifteen minutes later, and he had his hands up my short, slit dress before we reached the elevator. Because you told me to behave like a lady, I made sure not to wear any panties, which I somewhat regretted because I had to walk through his building’s lobby with streams of pussy juice dripping down the inside of my legs.

“Anyway, once we were in the elevator, his fingers found their way into me. My pussy was so wet from his sexual conversationalist skills and so gaping from the gangbanging I took earlier that day that his fingers slid right up against my G-spot with no resistance at all. Before I could let out the first soft moan of approval, he had my thighs shaking and knees buckling, as his expert fingers struck orgasmic gold in a matter of seconds.

“As I thrashed in his arms and held onto the railing for dear life, he continued finger-pumping my cunt until thick drops of squirt splashed onto the elevator floor. When my cunt stopped crying passion juice, he sucked his fingers dry and slithered his tongue into my mouth. That’s right, he finger-fucked me to a squirting cumshot before ever kissing me. Hashtag-best-date-ever!”

Her story had me in a trance; my right hand moved from my over-stimulated nipple, silently slithered down my torso, and found my recently-shaven mound. I barely touched my puckered pussy lips, and a torrent of ecstatic waves washed over me. At the time, I thought I just had a mini orgasm. I had no idea that it was just a prelude to something greater still to come.

“I was dripping cum juices all the way to his door,” Tiffany continued. I could hear her biting her lips and whimpering through her words, telling me she was rubbing herself as well. “Once inside his huge condo, my hands found their way to his throbbing, meaty cock. Even behind two layers of fabric, I could feel his engorged veins pumping blood into his pleasure rod.

“I wanted to tear his clothes off at the front door, but he forced my hands away. Gurl, with no hesitation or warning, he dropped to his knees, pushed the bottom of my dress up to my tits, and shoved his pretty face deep into my pussy. By the time I realized what was happening, his tongue was buried deeper than I’ve ever felt a man’s tongue. It felt like a wet snake wriggling around inside me; I’ve never felt so hot.

“He reached around and cupped my ass, squeezing my juicy meat between his fingers. With one hard pull, he thrust his tongue deep and mashed his nose into my clit. He shook his head side to side and growled against my pussy, vibrating my whole body as I’ve never felt before. Within minutes, I grabbed his Killmonger hair and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“My pussy exploded in his mouth, splashing and squirting every inch of his face. He never pulled his mouth away; he stayed buried, drowning in my juices. Even when he started choking and gagging for air, he continued licking, sucking, rubbing, and twirling in my cumming pussy. If he weren’t holding me up, I would’ve fallen over and slammed my head into something.

“When he finally did pull his face from my cunt, it looked like he’d been waterboarded, but he had a huge smile on his face. Then he did the sweetest and most cunt-convulsing thing. After such a pussy-eating ravaging, he kindly kissed the reddened lips of my wetness and asked me if I was alright.”

The story of her cunt-gushing orgasm only made my pussy burn hotter for DeAngelo. I bent my knees up and opened my legs wider. The sounds of my palm slapping against my dripping pussy filled the room. I could barely hear the soft words of Katy Perry singing “Birthday”. My pussy tightened around my fingers as I and Tiffany cried out together, both lost in rapturous satisfaction.

We both loved to hear each other cum, but those orgasms were different. Her moans sounded laxer than mine, as she’d been thoroughly fucked recently. My moans were hard and whimpering, as I hadn’t been fucked in weeks, especially not thoroughly fucked.

As our orgasms subsided, I continued hitting my hot spots while Tiff continued her tale. “Then…” she whined out of breath. “Then, he pressed his lips against mine and made me taste my explosive orgasm. My knees wobbled and I collapsed in his arms, too tired to stand on my own. He picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me into his extravagantly decorated bedroom.

“It had all the subtle hints that it was decorated by a professional but still looked like a masculine man cave. And like a man living in a cave, DeAngelo threw me on his bed like a piece of meat. He pulled his collared shirt over his head and showed off his astonishingly ripped body. Even more mouth-watering were the hundreds of cultural or tribal tattoos his torso and shoulders were covered in.”

I remembered seeing his tattoos when I walked in on him in the gym, but I didn’t think too much of them at the time. Everyone has tattoos these days; even me. But now, listening to Tiffany’s story, I imagined those tattoos pressing against my body as he lies on top of me. I started to feel another powerful orgasm cresting, but Tiff’s tale was not thrilling me enough yet.

“I gather enough strength to sit up and push my face into his chest. His muscles are so hard, but his skin is so soft; like really high-priced leather tightly wrapped around a marble statue of a man. As I kissed and licked up and down his chest and abs, he pushed his pants and briefs down, revealing the biggest, hardest cock I’ve ever seen.

“It lunged out at me, poking me in the chest as I kissed his navel. I sat back and just stared at the beautiful pulsing monster. The head was so bulbous; it barely hid under its foreskin. With every hard throb, the tip escaped its collared prison and beckoned me over. Lost in his big beauty, he had to grab my head and move my mouth forward.

“Once I felt his hand on my head, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much cock as I could. I closed my eyes and forced myself to swallow more, and when my mouth was full, I opened my eyes. To my shock, only half his dick was in my mouth. Even after trying to push him into my throat, I still could not get all his man meat in my mouth. Instead of choking myself to death and missing out on a good fuck, I decided to employ every slutty dick-sucking trick I knew.

“I had that man making all sorts of noises; I worked that dick like a stick shift in a Fast and Furious movie. Hashtag-empowerment! His dick throbbed and oozed precum all over my face and hands and in my mouth. His pre-seed was hot and tasted sweet, like liquid caramel. If I wasn’t sucking, I was stroking with both hands from base to tip. Even with two hands, I was out dicked; he was just too much for my little hands and mouth.

“I didn’t stop sucking his dick until he pulled my mouth away. He wasn’t about to blow or anything; he just wanted to pull my dress the rest of the way off. Now, fully exposed, I fell back and opened my legs, showing him my squishy, gaping pussy. He stepped out of his pants and briefs and leaned over me. His shiny dick pressed against my blossomed pussy, causing me to quiver under its weight."

From cumming to the sounds of her sucking his dick to cumming to the sounds of him climbing on top of her, my pussy quaked endlessly. Her details and my imagination worked in unison, allowing me to see and feel his body on top of mine as he lay on top of her. My body replaced hers in my mind, and I could genuinely feel his cock pressed against my pussy.

“He shifted his body and laid his throbbing tip at my entrance. ‘Don’t break me,’ I joked. Though I was laughing, I was seriously scared that his dick would tear me a new hole. He laughed with me and gave me a gentle kiss while slowly pressing his dick forward. My gaping hole opened wider, as his dick demanded more than the gangbang I’d had earlier.

“Our sex was so wet already; he slid halfway in with no problem. His length didn’t command as much concern as his veiny girth did. Every inch beyond halfway down his dick gave me full-body convulsions. Orgasm after orgasm washed over me in one long, epic experience. Each orgasm’s strength varied.

“When he was all the way inside me, he kissed me until I came down off my high. His pussy licking sent me higher than his dick’s intrusion, but that was only the penetration thrust. Once I calmed, he started thrusting; slowly at first, as I’d requested. He never stopped kissing me the entire time while slowly and softly riding me to my first dick-pounding orgasm.”

Her words slurred and stuttered as her fingers brought her to another orgasm mid-story. Her orgasm came in the middle of my own earth-shattering orgasm, as I could feel DeAngelo riding me like he rode Tiffany. With every orgasm my imaginary DeAngelo brought me to, the more intense the orgasms felt.

“After his soft fucking finally made me cum, he stopped holding back. With my pussy still reeling from his gentle thrusts, he began rocking into my hips harder and faster. He never went faster than I wanted; always allowing me to adjust to his intensity, but that didn’t mean that my pussy wasn’t overwhelmed with orgasmic feelings.

“He slid his hands under my back and grabbed the tops of my shoulders. His headboard, which was professionally secured, wiggled loose and knocked against the wall with his force. Though the world around me shook violently, he never hurt me with his powerful pelvic motions.

“I begged and screamed for him not to stop, and he didn’t. He fucked me long and hard until my body was a convulsing mess. My screams went hoarse and turned to high-pitch shrieks, which only spurred him more. My legs wrapped around his and pulled him deeper, which only made me cum harder and faster. Every inch of my body burned and ached from straining too hard. I blacked so many times, only to wake up to the exhilarating jubilation of cumming again.

“Our sweaty bodies thrashed and twirled as he fucked me tirelessly. As my pussy gushed around his relentless deep stroke, I felt his body tense and convulse. He pressed himself harder against me and softly touched my cervix. There was a split second of peace before his seed surged into my womb. I could actually feel his hot cum passing my cervix and filling my uterus.

“His man cum was so hot and thick; it stuck inside me my hot glue, only a type of hot glue that makes you cum twice as hard. I was already cumming when he started cumming, so his cum filling my insides made me cum harder than I had all night.”

Her details filled with my head incomprehensible sensations, which pushed me over the edge like never before. After DeAngelo’s cock replaced my fingers, I felt his cum filling my pussy too. He pushed his cock deep inside me and whispered, “Take my seed,” in my ear. He nibbled my earlobe as our bodies intertwined and conceived our Blasian lovechild.

The hot cum I felt impregnating my womb was my own sweet cum juices being whipped around inside me by my fingers. The thick cream stained my pussy walls and fingers as I finally realized what Katy Perry and Juicy J were actually singing about. “Dark Horse”, my new favorite song, took on its true meaning as DeAngelo made me his Korean cum dumpster.

My screams quickly outmatched Tiffany’s as I felt DeAngelo’s cum oozing around my fingers. I moved my left hand from my tits and covered my mouth, muffling a scream that our neighbors surely would’ve heard. My entire body quaked and toes curled so hard that they hurt. I became lost in the throes of my imaginary passion and couldn’t stop thinking about DeAngelo spewing his priceless seed inside me. Even as Tiffany’s orgasm subsided, and she begged for my response, my orgasm continued.

Finally, I cried, “I’m cumming!” My voice rattled and my back arched and twisted. I pulled my fingers from my squirting cunt, but the convulsions didn’t stop. My imagination had run too wild, and now, DeAngelo would fuck me until my cunt split into two. Tiffany moaned with me, seductively edging me closer to another orgasm with her words.

“When he pulled out of me, my pussy dripped with our creamy cum. Cum poured from my gaping hole like a rushing river escaping a cave. DeAngelo leaned up and looked down at the mess he’d made of my pussy. ‘Sorry,’ he sighed. ‘I got over excited and… it’s just you’re so hot and slutty!’ To my surprise, he wasn’t joking. Within seconds, his dick sprang back to life and re-entered my battered fuckzone.

“For the rest of the weekend, we only slept maybe twelve hours. The rest of the time, we were fucking and cumming all over his condo. I mean he literally fucked me in every room in that motherfucker. We even fucked in the closets and laundry room. I left pussy juice and his cum all over the place. And not once, not once, did he ask me to help him clean up.

“I was there to be his fuck puppet and nothing else. If I lifted a finger, it was to open my pussy and invite either his tongue or dick for a pussy party. Even better, he didn’t make me suck his dick as much as he ate my pussy. You have no idea how good that man is at fucking, and you need to find out.”

Though spared from his relentless ravaging, Tiffany’s teasing pushed me into another round of orgasmic chase. As I listened to her wrap up her story, I never stopped cumming. What felt like hours passed and my pussy stayed tight and trembling. After managing to get my fingers back inside myself, I pushed against my G-spot and worked tirelessly through my life-changing cumfest.

He wasn’t really in my bed or inside me, but DeAngelo had just made me cum harder and longer than any man or woman I’d ever been with. I could hear Tiffany laughing and cheering, wishing me all the luck in my upcoming endeavor. We hung up, and me and I decided to set my marriage aside and fuck DeAngelo for ourselves.