Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Since Chelsea wanted to play games, I decided to show her I was the master at playing games. She could never beat me. I knew she wasn’t down to fuck random dudes at will. My dick was the only one she knew. It was the only one she wanted. I knew all about hookups. Shit, I had been fucking other girls up until we went exclusive and started back a few months after I vowed to be faithful.
If she thought I was about to be sitting at home crying over her, she was sadly mistaken. I was about to see how much ass I could get while she was having her little temper tantrum. I met this pretty girl a few days ago when she came into the shop to upgrade her phone. She was this café con leche skin tone with these big loose curls on her head almost in an afro.
She had soft brown eyes, long natural lashes, and a gorgeous smile. Her name was Elise. She came to the apartment around 11:00 pm. She already knew what the deal was. She walked in wearing one of those lil ass skirts showing off her thick ass and a halter top.
She came out of her clothes in less than three minutes. As I played my game, she covered my shaft with her pretty soft lips. She was deep-throating me so well, I had to turn the game off and focus on her. I grabbed a section of her hair and helped her bob up and down my long rod. Her lipstick was smeared on my dick.
I pulled her head up and said, “Sit on my dick baby.”
She hopped in the saddle and started riding me. Now, I have this thing. I don’t like kissing girls that aren’t my woman. I don’t mind fucking them. I just won’t eat their pussy or let them put their tongue in my mouth. She kept trying to kiss me, I turned my head.
I grabbed her hips and started ramming her pussy underneath. She felt my power and started yelping. I knew my big dick would be enough to satisfy her. Soon her pussy creamed all over my shaft. I made her stand up and bend over. I pushed my dick back in and went to work.
Every time my hand came down on her ass, it tanned bright red. I made her cheeks wobble. My shaft was covered in her honey. I was close to cumming. I pulled out and held my dick, “turn around,” I said. She turned to me and opened her mouth.
My dick slid in. She got to lick her honey off my shaft. I exploded in her mouth. I watched as she sucked down every drop. That shit was insane. She stood up and smiled. I could tell she wanted to sleep over but I told her I had to get up early in the morning.
I didn’t. I just wanted to be alone. After she left, I showered. I wondered how miserable Chelsea was. I knew she was probably using her lil vibrator. I found it in her drawer one day. She said she used it whenever we would break up.
I laughed. It would only be a matter of time before she’d be back.
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