Confessions: Addicted To BBC
I never should have gone on the internet.
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I should have known better than to just dawdle around the dangers of the internet. My pastor has always warned me of what lingered in the dark corners of the internet. I just never expected them to take over my life so completely.
It’s not like I went looking for them. Not at first. I was just scrolling through Instagram when he took over my screen. He was massive, his muscles had muscles and he stood there posing, his cut abs tapering down to a set of tight white briefs that were clearly struggling to contain something so large it shouldn’t have existed.
I clicked on the picture to enlarge it. The caption simply read. For my exclusive content click here.
I did, and moments later I was on a site I’d only ever heard about on the news. For $10 a month I signed up immediately.
Suddenly my screen was full of this hulking Adonis stroking the largest penis I’d ever seen. It was long and girthy and filled both of his massive hands.
A message popped up in my inbox.
Want to see me rail my neighbor’s hot housewife? $20. Just click here.
Like Alice down the rabbit hole.
Moments later I was watching the filthiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A blonde woman bent over a kitchen counter screaming the most obscene things as she climaxed on my screen.
It was nothing like sex with my husband. This was intense, primal, passionate.
I found myself masturbating to it. Every single day.
I couldn’t get that massive black cock out of my mind.
Soon I was on other sites. Then I was searching my local area. I kept telling myself I’d never actually meet the men I was window shopping. That’s when I discovered the adult shop.
It stocked all sorts of toys, dirty videos and something called the BBC experience. Last week was my first visit. Today would be my second.
I made my way through the store, trying to avoid the stares of the men lingering there.
There were so many of them. Last week the store had been mostly empty. Now there were more than a dozen men loitering in the aisles.
I slipped past them to a door in the back hallway. It had a sign that read simply:
BBC Experience. Sluts enter here.
Was I a slut? It was certainly hard to argue otherwise, I let myself into the small cubicle. It was about three feet wide with holes in the walls like swiss cheese. I’d learned my lesson last week, I peeled off my summer dress and tucked it in my bag.
Wearing a skimpy two piece swimsuit the store owner had loaned me last week. I got on my knees and pressed a button on the front wall. The lights dimmed and there was a rush of footsteps outside the cubicle.
Moments later the first glorious big black cock was thrust through one of the holes. I knew what was expected of me and went to my job with vigor. Taking it in my mouth, and stroking the shaft to hardness. It only took a moment before he was hard as steel and several inches bigger than my husband.
Moments later, another appeared and I was forced to split my focus between them. There was a tap on the wall to my left and I realized a third was protruding impressively from a hole there.
Last week there had only been three. And I’d milked them one after another. Now there seemed to be a horde of horny men eager to be taken care of.
I worked them all furiously. One in each hand, while my mouth took care of a third. I felt the one in my right hand jerk as it sprayed his seed up my arm.
There wasn’t much room in the cubicle as I worked on my hands and knees. A massive cock its way through the glory hole. It was staggering in size. I tried to blow it but could barely get my lips around it. I was reduced to licking and kissing and stroking it as best I could.
When it became clear the army of other patrons wouldn’t wait for me to take care of this monster, I realized I needed to up my efforts. So I turned around to take care of them, thrusting my ass back against the glorious cock. He didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
I gasped as he drove it home. He was at least twice the size of my husband. I would have groaned but another patron thrust his waiting weapon into my mouth.
They were relentless. I’d never had two men at the same time. It was incredible. I tried not to think of what my husband would think if he could see me now.
No doubt he’d call me a slut. And frankly, with four massive men competing for my attention, I could hardly argue. Another one of them finished, shooting his load across my left tit but I ignored it in favor of the growing sensation between my legs.
It came in relentless waves as he pounded me to an exquisite orgasm. He throbbed inside me, and I realized too late that he had no intention of pulling out. Impaled by two men, I climaxed, and so did they. Torrents of potent seed were pumped into me in unrelenting strokes.
I knew I should move, instead I found myself thrusting back into it with everything I could muster. The man behind the gloryhole in front of me lost patience and shot his load all over my face and hair.
As I came down from my orgasm, I slowly collapsed on the floor of the room dizzy with what I’d done. As my mystery patrons withdrew, another two took their place.
It was going to be a long and glorious day.
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