First Time, His Eyes on Me

[bi****]

I never thought l'd be here, watching another man strip me down while my boyfriend sat nearby, silent, eyes wide. My boyfriend was my first for everything, but the sex was... well, it wasn't enough. After months of conversations long, late-night talks and confessions-we decided to open things up. I didn't waste time. I matched with this ex-college football player on Tinder, and from the moment I saw his profile, I couldn't stop imagining him taking me.

Our first meet was coffee in public, a little test to see if the spark was real. The moment I sat across from him, every word felt like foreplay. His hands were huge, and I couldn't take my eyes off them, imagining them all over me, knowing he could pick me up like I weighed nothing. I barely made it through that coffee date without dragging him into a bathroom. As soon as I got home, I grabbed my dildo and lost myself to thoughts of him.

A few days later, he was at my front door. My boyfriend insisted on being there to watch, nervous but curious. There was an awkward moment as I introduced them, but that faded fast once my Tinder date and I started talking, the chemistry thick enough to drown in. I caught my boyfriend's gaze just as my Tinder date's hand slipped around my waist, pulling me closer.
Then he kissed me, deep and slow, and all I could think was how much I wanted him. I straddled him on the sofa, feeling his hands roaming over me, every touch igniting something wild in me.

Before I knew it, he lifted me up, set me down on the couch, and slid my dress over my head. I stood there in nothing but a tiny black thong, feeling his eyes on me, feeling my boyfriend's gaze too, knowing I was showing them both how much I wanted this. His mouth found my breasts, his tongue teasing my pierced nipples, sucking and biting just enough to send jolts through me, making me so wet I could barely stand it. I was already lost in the feeling when he knelt, moved my thong to the side, and began licking me slowly, sucking my clit, savoring me like a meal.

I was so wrapped up in the moment that it took me a second to notice my boyfriend. A loud sigh pulled me back to reality, and I glanced over-he'd already cum, cock shriveled, hand a mess. I grinned, leaned close to my Tinder date, and whispered, "Add another finger," loud enough for my boyfriend to hear. He didn't hesitate, slipping another finger inside, drawing moans from me as he devoured me. I came hard, my body shaking under his mouth, and when he pulled his fingers out, he licked them clean, eyes locked on mine.

I glanced at my boyfriend-he was cleaning himself up already, looking dazed. But I wasn't done. Not even close.

I grabbed my Tinder date's hand and led him to the bedroom, ***ling his clothes off as I kissed him, savoring the anticipation. I knelt in front of him, face-to-face with the thick bulge l'd seen in photos, bigger than my favorite dildo. I tugged his boxers down, taking in the sight of him hard and ready, and wrapped my mouth around the head, tasting him, my mind spinning with hunger.

He groaned, pulling back just long enough to grab a condom. I was practically vibrating with excitement as I handed him one from my drawer, my body aching for him. He threw me onto the bed, spread my legs, and pressed his cock against me, grinding it against my slickness, teasing, pushing me to the edge of madness. I was begging him to fuck me, words spilling out of my mouth, louder and louder until he told me to call him daddy. "Fuck me, daddy," I moaned, "please, I need you, daddy."

The next thing I knew, he was inside me, stretching me, filling me in a way l'd never felt before. He moved slow at first, building the tension, then picked up the pace, each thrust harder, deeper. He pulled my hair, spanked me, ***d me just enough to make my head spin, and I was screaming, moaning, lost in the feeling of being taken, of being exactly what he wanted
—a needy, obedient slut. I came, my body writhing under him, and as he got close, he asked where I wanted it. "My tits, daddy," | gasped, and he covered me, marking me, leaving me breathless and used.

When I stepped out to wash up, my boyfriend was in the hallway, staring. I was still covered in cum, spit, my skin red from handprints, my hair a mess, and he asked, "Are you done?"

I grinned, wiping a bit of cum off my chest. "Not yet, baby," I replied. "Just washing up for round two. Love you."

[Sp****]

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[di****]

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