Want him to fill me up, cuck? - Chapter 2

—Packed with work, my love. What else could it be, if not? —she replied with a giggle before kissing his back and suddenly letting go of his dick—. Hurry up with the shower, I’m running late.

—Nah, Flor, you can’t just leave me like this; look at how hard I am —he tried to turn around in the shower, but Flor paid no attention to him.

—Come on, my love, I don’t have time to give you a handjob right now. In an hour Caro’s picking me up and I still have to do my makeup and see what I’m going to wear —she commented in a slightly tired tone—. You have no idea, Caro got her tits done —she let out a nervous giggle—. They turned out really well, she got them done the way they do them now, which is a bit more expensive and the post-op recovery is longer: they put the implants under the muscle and they look totally natural. You’d die if you saw them.

—Look at little Carito: she got a divorce, started going out and now she got her tits done. And what’s the deal? Did you see them?

—She sent photos to the group chat we have with the girls and now half of them want to get their tits done… me included —she said jokingly—. Now, when you get out of the shower, I’ll show you.

—Caro’s tits? But Flor, how am I going to look at your friend’s tits? You’re crazy. Everything’s cool with curiosity and all, but she probably doesn’t even want me to see them, let alone her friend’s boyfriend. I don’t know.

—It’s no big deal, babe, it’s not like you’ve never seen tits before. Besides, I’m sure that Caro, with the cleavage she’s wearing tonight, the last thing she wants to do is hide them. She always had a complex about her tits; now she just wants excuses to take them out for a walk, what a bitch —she said, laughing to herself as if she were remembering something.

—I don’t know, it’s a bit much. It’s like Lucas and Franco staring at you when they come over to eat barbecue at our place; no way, not a chance in hell —said Martín with his dick in hand.

There was a silence so brief it could easily be mistaken for hesitation; maybe it didn’t happen. But Martín perceived how Flor took a tiny fraction of a second before responding the following:

—Come on, Martín, do you really think Lucas and Franco never checked out my ass? They’re men. Yeah, they’re your friends, but they’re men: everyone looks a bit, you have to relax. Besides, looking isn’t a crime, you and I have already talked about this before —she said while starting to rinse her head.

—I’d like to think my friends aren’t that dickish. If you ask me, yeah, it’s natural up to a point; I suppose I wouldn’t mind if they did it once in a while, frankly, but I couldn’t stand them doing it right in front of me, it would be a total lack of respect. At least let them fake it, so you don’t realize either —said Martín, adding a long pause.

Flor decided not to make any comment and continued washing her hair. The tension began to accumulate like water in a bathtub and, despite the particularity of showering in the dark, both could perceive it in the air. An uncommon tension: it was a mix of sex and horny heat, with a conversation that could end on a sour note if the chosen words were not the correct ones.

Before Martín made any comment, Flor stepped up behind him again and hugged him firmly, as if she knew what was coming. With her left hand she wrapped around his torso and with her right hand, which felt small because of its size, firmly wrapped around the shaft of his dick. As if that were an everyday thing, like milking a cow, the mechanical and firm movement of his girlfriend denoted that she had great experience doing that kind of maneuvers.

—Well, maybe I can drain your milk before I leave, so I leave you relaxed and you don’t wait up late for me —she bit him sexily on his back—. I’d swallow it all, babe, but today I’m tired.

Martín perceived how suddenly his girlfriend had changed her mind the moment he brought up the topic of his friends. Before she was in a hurry and wasn’t going to make it in time to go party with her female friends, and now, out of nowhere itself, she wanted to give him a handjob. Martín hesitated for a few long seconds; Flor was not the type of woman that raised distrust in him, but it was undeniable that she did not feel entirely comfortable with the situation. “Normally she would tell me everything,” he thought.

—Did you ever catch them checking out your ass?

Flor sighed softly, something that would have passed unnoticed amid the noise of the shower and the vapors, but she made the mistake of doing it on his back and then she increased the speed at which she was giving him a handjob, almost as if trying to dodge the topic with sex. To Martín this already seemed like something more obvious, and he was so horny because of how his girlfriend was milking him that he could only let himself be carried away a bit; thus, his question lost authority and gained timidity.

—Mmm, are you sure you want to know that? —said Flor, starting to get breathless from the effort.

The heat in the air increased: between Martín’s hot shower and both bodies, the sex seemed to become an intense scene. Flor was fully focused on making Martín cum, and he was trying to fight to keep some seriousness and pull information out of his big-busted blonde girlfriend.

—Yeah, Flor, you said it yourself that looking isn’t a crime.

—I know, I know, but in two weeks they’re having a barbecue here and I don’t feel like you cancelling a day of yours —on top of that, your birthday— because you found out that a friend of mine looked at my ass once; it really doesn’t matter. Besides, we’re going to be in the pool, everyone with few clothes.

—It’s fine, tell me.

—What do you want to know? —said Flor with a breathless tone.

The situation to Martín was slipping out of his hands; he was confused. He couldn’t understand how this situation of questions could turn him on so much. He was making an effort to hold back when normally he doesn’t have problems with this, especially in this situation, where the loyalty of his woman and his friend was at stake. This was making him nervous and hornier. Flor noticed something.

—Whether one of the guys checked out your ass or not, Florencia; you understood it well, don’t beat around the bush.

—It’s been a long time since I felt it this hard, what’s happening that you’re so horny? And you haven’t even seen Caro’s tits yet —she said breathlessly, letting out a laugh as if she had made a joke to herself, and quickly returned to concentrate on her task.

He knew his woman: besides having an outrageous body, built to be slammed against a piece of furniture by any guy, as far as sex was concerned she was a demon. She had no problem saying and doing things with the purpose of making Martín get horny, as long as it was within the boundaries of their relationship.

A silence fell. Martín twisted his legs so as not to cum, although Florencia at this point knew very well that she possessed all the power; so, slowing down the rhythm a bit, but without letting Martín stop twisting, she told him:

—Lucas, do you remember last summer? That we went a few days to Tigre, that Lucas came —she jerked him off harder after dropping this name—, Mariano was also there, his girlfriend, Cande from the vet clinic and Marcos. Well, when everyone left on the motorboat to go get groceries, Lucas and I stayed talking in the cabin and well, yeah…

—And well, yeah what, Flor?… Did he check out your ass?

—Nothing, that, that we were playing truco, talking, drinking a few beers, it was very hot that day, remember that you got into the river and saw a water snake. Well, I had the top part of the bikini on, the sky-blue one that is two very small triangles —and it’s your fault besides —she masturbated him harder while saying this last part in a falsely whimsical, baby-talk tone

—You bought me the sky-blue bikini… and well, there I caught him, looking dead-on at both tits at one moment. It was so hot in that cabin, I was sweating and the drops of sweat fell over my tits, right in between; to top it off, with the creams I put on, the sweat acquired a milkier look, terrible poor guy —she said with a falsely serious and playful tone

Martín couldn’t believe what his girlfriend was telling him, at the same time that this was the horniest thing he had experienced in a long time.

—Although it surprised me that he looked so much and, as it seemed to me that he didn’t notice that I had caught him looking at me, I made a stupid comment to him. He laughed and got a bit nervous.

—What did you say to him? —said Martín with a very low voice, barely audible over the noise of the shower.

—Nothing, a stupid thing —she laughed as if remembering something—. That if he wanted me to lend him my bikini, to ask me for it, and he… he told me that I had more to hold up than him. Afterwards, it seems that to divert the topic and be more gentlemanly, he asked me why we women choose bikinis. To which I told him that I hadn’t chosen this one, that you had chosen it, that you had messed up the size ordering from China and that it arrived tiny. I told him that I liked it anyway, even if it barely grabbed them; afterwards he asked me what fabric it was, I showed him and it stayed there. Nothing weird happened.

—You showed him the fabric? And how? —he tried to turn around to talk face to face, more seriously with Flor, but she didn’t let him.

—Nothing, I had shorts on, those short ones, but I had them open in the front part, without zipper and a bit low; my sky-blue bikini was visible underneath and, so as not to make him touch the thin and tiny fabric of the top part —because I repeat to you, they are two triangles that hold, afterwards it’s elastic—, I told him to touch the bottom part, that there it had more fabric.

—But did he touch it, Florencia? —He tried to bring seriousness, but Flor had him dominated by the dick

—Mmm, yeah… I approached from the other side of the table, leaned forward a bit raising my hips and pulled out one of the sides of the bikini, and with his right hand he felt the heat of the fabric between his fingers and a bit of my skin, but nothing serious.

Martín bit his lower lip between anger and horniness, his imagination kept following the scene that Flor described in his head. Until getting distorted

—Martín, I tell you these things because I trust you and I don’t want to start keeping secrets from you, you don’t have to get mad, okay? It’s not like he grabbed a breast or filled my pussy with cum either.

—Ugh, but he sure would have liked to —said Martín, whispering to himself, about to enter ecstasy, traveling in his imagination.

Florencia, a bit confused and feeling how Martín was reaching climax, took a risk without knowing clearly if she had heard right; she decided to gamble, faithful to her nature and taking advantage of the fact that her boyfriend was horny.

—Look at how hard you have it, it’s been a long time since I felt you like this, and I haven’t even told you the other one yet, that one is worse —she told him with a low, paused and hot voice, barely audible for Martín.

Flor noticed how this had turned Martín’s dick like a club; it seemed like something so new and fascinating how her boyfriend could get horny with a situation like this, knowing that she had so many similar stories.

—I would tell you, but it seems to me that if you can barely stand me telling you the one about Lucas and look at how you get, even less will you stand it when I tell you the other one, my love.

—Tell me —was the only thing he managed to say.

—Let’s see if you can hold your milk inside when I tell you what your friend Franco did when the power cut off a few years ago —she said laughing, a bit nervous because of how risky her words were, but knowing for sure that she was turning Martín on above normal in that situation.

—The one about Franco? —he repeated, feeling that the hot water was no longer warming him at all and his chest was contracting

—Mmm-hmm —she answered with that paused and playful voice that turned anyone on and destroyed him at the same time—. Are you sure you want to know what your electrician friend did when we ran out of power, a few years ago?

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Written by Tatiana Herrera.

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Story based on a true confession.

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