The bf had a habit of driving off before I made it to the door (rude, right?!) and that made me angry every time. But for once, I was glad he did that. Knowing he’d drive off before I got to the door, I walked slower. Sure enough he drove off. When I no longer saw his car, I turned around and made way to my car. I got in and realized i was a little cold and shaky, I was actually kind of nervous. I started the car and made my way to a hotel about 20 mins away. When I got there, everybody had left and it was just him and his brother. Ace, he was my weakness, I could never resist him. The three of us hung out for a bit and within a half an hour, Ace and I were in the washroom. I always wore skirts when I went out, in case I met up with him at the end of the night, we usually needed easy access. As he had me bent over in front of the sink and pulled my panties to one side to expose my bare pussy, i looked at myself in the mirror. I never thought I’d be the cheating type. I always hated cheaters. But now, I understood them and why they do it and it felt so good to be so bad. I felt him enter me and I stopped thinking all together. He was rough with me. That’s what I liked about him. He had a way of gripping and holding me that told me for that time, I was his, he always had control over me. He pulled my hair just right and called me his slut while he did. I thought about how I never thought I’d be cheating on my boyfriend in the washroom of a cheap hotel while the guy’s brother sat on the other side of the wall, watching tv and eating pizza. I though about how I was on his hard dick, bouncing up and down with my hands on a toilet tank. I thought about how dirty and slutty I felt. This feeling was addicting and unlike anything I ever felt. He grabbed my hair as he licked my lips and kissed me and I could feel him fuck me back as I bounced on him. I’d lean back and he rubbed my soaking wet pussy with one hand and grab my breast with the other. I kept thinking to myself that this other guy’s dick should not be inside me now. This was wrong. Thinking about how bad I was behaving made me fuck him even harder and I felt it coming. What felt like an explosion in my pussy made me scream loudly and I felt his hand cover my mouth as he reminded me his brother could hear. I told him I didn’t give a fuck and kept riding him hard, feeling every inch of him go in and out me fast and hard. I threw my head back and let myself go in pleasure as I started screaming louder. I came harder than I had I a while and I felt tired now. By he wasn’t quite done. He wrapped my legs around him and picked me up by my ass and threw me against the wall and started fucking me there, apparently no longer concerned about his brother. I love being fucked like this and he knew it drove me wild. I told him to keep fucking me, to make my pussy his and give me his cum, I wanted to taste it. He fucked me like that for a few minutes while he told me how he loved fucking me in public places like this. Then he let me go and told me to get on my knees, to which I obliged. I took him in my mouth and enjoyed tasting myself on his dick. I looked up at him and he started thrusting into my mouth deeper and deeper until I felt his warm explosion. I swallowed it as it came and sucked more out of him until he had no more to give. And then I kept sucking. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he told me to stop. I got back up and put my panties back into place before walking back into the room. When we walked out, his brother sat there smiling. I kissed Ace and said bye to his brother. As I made my way to my car, I could feel the stickiness in the panties. The thought of having had fucked two guys, one of which who wasn’t my boyfriend, one after the other was the biggest turn on I’d experienced. This cheating thing was starting to get really good and it was easy to pull off. I just might have to keep this up.
