I couldn’t help it, but I laughed at my date last night when..

I couldn’t help it, but I laughed at my date last night when he watched sperm sliding out of my pussy that wasn’t his. In fact, I never even saw my date’s dick last night. I did see Rob’s, though…and I felt Rob’s dick in my guts as well. I warn you, this is going to be a read and a half, so quit now, or it's on you for reading all the way through. Anyway, I wasn’t intending on fucking Rob last night. It just ended up that way. And it went perfectly. Well, for me, it did. My date, not so much. I think his masculinity has been stripped completely. Sorry about that. Not really, but if it makes him feel better, I’m happy to help. Look, let’s make a long story short. My date wasn’t man enough to stop another guy from fucking me. In fact, he was such a bitch that Rob fucked me in my date’s car. He watched another man bend me over the leather seat of his super expensive Lincoln something or other giant SUV and pump his cock into my guts. Rob took my pussy that would have been his and made it his own. I think I’m in love with Rob. He has no shame, no fear, and his massive dick gets hard no matter who is watching. Plus, the way he looked at my date and laughed while his dick was turning my insides into soup made me cum so hard, I can’t describe it. That wasn’t even my best orgasm of the night. Rob flipped me over and stood on the running board and fucked me missionary while he made out with me. I could see my date pouting but still doing nothing to stop Rob from claiming my pussy as his own. All he had to do was say something. Anything at any point in the evening. I would have stopped, and Rob would have laughed, but he would have also returned me to my date. I’m sure of it. But he didn’t. He was too scared, too timid, to do whatever, and Rob pumped his sperm into me while my date watched another man breed me in the back seat of his own car. And I could feel every hot slimy pump of cum cover the walls of my pussy which set me off so hard my heels scratched the plastic piece on the door of the car. I feel bad about it, but that orgasm was one of those special ones. Not the first cum of the night but that second one that hits so hard it feels like you might be having a heart attack. So good it’s as if you are staring death in the face and poking it in its eye. Which made every muscle in my body contract, and I pushed every available drop of Rob's sperm onto his nice tan leather seat. Did I clean it up? No. If you are going to let another man breed me in front of you, then your job is cleaning up the real man's cum from the seat of your car. Rob kissed me, put his dick away, patted the guy on his shoulder, and told us to have great rest of the evening.

So, what happened? Did it get awkward? Yes, it did. Mostly because he was trying not to cry, which made me feel bad for him. Not that bad, but a little bit. I stand by my statement. Man up. Rob is in good shape, but so was my date. In fact, my date was taller. He just didn’t have the balls to tell Rob no. If you don’t have the balls to do that, then your balls probably won’t be enough to be the ones emptying themselves inside of me. I wanted my date to fuck me last night. I made it clear at dinner that we were going to be fucking. But when we got to the Ocean Deck, he let Rob step in and take ownership of my pussy. I liked what Rob did. I like that a lot. I like it even more when my date steps in and says no, my pussy belongs to him. Your dick will get fucked retarded for sure by doing that. But Rob tested the waters, took what was his because he let him, and I got one hell of a fuck out of the deal. So, a good night for me and Rob. Very bad night for my date. I haven’t heard a word from him since, and I’m not holding my breath that I will. The night ended with him dropping me off at my husband’s house; mine is basically a war zone right now from the construction I’m attempting to do. I offered to pay for my portion of the dinner since I ended up getting dicked by Rob, but that really made him all teary-eyed, so I left it at that.

I went inside and told Scott what went on, and at first, he thought it was funny. Then he changed his mind and said it was a bit cruel what I did. I reminded him that I was sitting in front of him with a pussy still slick from another man’s sperm, and he told me not a whole lot of people felt the way he did about such things. I asked him if he would have stopped Rob, and he said no, he wouldn’t have, but for different reasons. He reminded me that he knows Rob, likes Rob, and his dick would have been rock-hard watching me be taken by Rob. He did admit that if he hadn’t known Rob and he wasn’t in the mood, which would be about never, he would have stopped it as soon as it started. Still, I still don’t feel bad about last night’s date. In my eyes, he just let another take what was his without protest. So, I ended up getting a fuck for the record books, and for me, all is well! I sound evil, don’t I?