Beg him to cum on you

You cannot help but let your curiosity get the best of you. You were still shivering from the aftershocks of your orgasm, but you took enough control to push at his shoulders. He seemed confused at first, but then you spoke. "Cum on me." Your voice was a rasp, and your sentence short, but he seemed able to understand completely.

He leaned up--you felt a brief disappointment with the absence of his hard shaft between your legs. He then stood, quickly pulling his cock out of his pants. It was so huge. So perfectly huge. And so very long. You trembled just imagining what it would have felt like had you let him shove that thing into you.

Then, he started stroking himself fast. You watched, ever-eager. You were more excited than you ever remember being. He must have been very close, because it did not take long. He started shooting stream after stream of hot seaman all over your body. The first shot was strong enough to actually reach your face. The second stream landed on your chest, staining your top. The next two streams landed on your still bucking hips. These last one was enough to send you into a second set of convulsions--a second glorious orgasm. It hit right against your inner thigh. So very close to your sweet spot.

He groaned as he finished shooting all over your body. His eyes rolled up and he just stood there, dick in hand, cum now dripping to the ground. You lay beneath him, now rubbing your thighs together. The bit of cum smeared against your flesh as you did so, but you were careful not to smear it too high. After a couple of minutes, he looked down at you and smiled. You returned the smile. There was warmth between you two, but it did not go beyond lust. Perhaps, if you both would have maintained a closer proximity, if he would have continued to hold you, to grind against you, as you both came, then a closer bond would have been formed.

As was, you felt like a total slut. But you liked it. You felt used. So wonderfully used. Right behind your boyfriend's back.

"That was fun," the guy said, zipping up. He did not bother offering his name. But he did not up and leave either. You started to wipe the cum off yourself, off your clothes, the best you could. Stains still remained though. You would have to figure out some excuse for them, along with the tear in your clothes, and the other stuff. But right now you just wanted to bask in your bad behavior.

"I wouldn't mind having the full meal another time, babe," the guy said. You think about it, and decide it does sound like fun to go all the way with this guy some time. But, could you really carry on an affair like that? This was all about sex, so you were certain the guy would not care if you had a boyfriend. But, could you do it? You were not sure. Maybe, you thought, you should give him your number.