My Dark Secret

After that terrible implosion of their relationship, she was single for a couple years. She also didn't have any sex. I'm honestly surprised she doesn't hate men categorically. When we started dating, I was blown away by her stories. She was so...normal. Outwardly, you wouldn't guess anything was wrong. Then, as you got to know her, you found out that she was sexually abused, gangraped, and couldn't stand the touch of a man for two years.

I knew I could never confess that I’d searched far and wide for those videos, desperately hoping to find it. I had my cover if she caught me – I wanted to erase it from existence, of course. But I knew the truth. I’d jacked off to the thought of her **** dozens upon dozens of times. Sometimes, when I fucked her, I thought about what happened to her, imagining what it must have been like to be in the room. I’d be deep in her pussy and thinking about her crawling on her knees, barking like a dog. I wonder if she has any idea how many times I’ve cum to her trauma.

I did the math once. She took seven loads of cum that night. I’ve jacked off to the story at least thirty or forty times. I bet every one of those guys have done the same. Not to mention the times I’ve cum inside her while thinking about it. That’s easily 250 loads of cum that have been spilled, all to this two-hour gangbang. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. Plus, how many others have seen the videos? It could be thousands.

She can never know any of this. But it turns out I wasn’t alone in my fantasy.