Fucking Her Boyfriend After A Fight [FM]

Sometimes, a carefully curated, perfectly put together fuckfest with a tried and true fuckbuddy is great. Other times, though, someone will just fall in your lap, giving you one hell of a night before disappearing forever.

College was like a buffet. There was never a shortage of willing men ready to fuck my brains out, and I abused this power regularly. In building this reputation, I found that there weren't many guys on campus that didn't know who I was. So, when I passed a guy in the halls of my dorm and he didn't seem to take notice of me, I took it personally. I didn't recognize him either, but even if he was visiting from out of town, I was used to visiting boyfriends to have at least been warned of me. I started planning how I was going to pin him down and ride him until his toes curled.

I put him out of my mind, though, with other pressures of college occupying my mind…until that night, when I was walking to the shower. There he was again, walking the opposite direction, and paying me very little mind, despite the fact that there was no one else to rat him out for sneaking a peak of me in my bathrobe, not short enough to be indecent, but close enough to maintain my reputation. Still, nothing. I continued on to the bathroom, grinding my teeth at the audacity of a perfectly good man on my campus not jumping at the opportunity to shoot his shot with me. I looked back before stepping into the bathroom, catching him walking into a room just a few doors down from mine.

I had nothing against Michelle, the girl whose room the mystery man had ducked into. A bit high strung and awkward, sure, but she'd always been decent to me, insofar as we'd even interacted. I liked her well enough. That didn't stop me from idly rubbing myself in the shower, my fingers slipping over my shaved smooth pussy and my other hand cupping one of my 36C tits as I thought about her visiting boyfriend. Was he some gorgeous supermodel looking guy? No. But he was unobtainable, which made him irresistible.

At least, I THOUGHT he was unobtainable.

After my shower, I was on my way back to my room, I saw him again, this time knocking at the same door I'd caught him walking into not 30 minutes earlier. He looked dejected, a bit embarrassed as he knocked on the door and spoke low in a pleading tone. I stopped and watched for a moment, partially curious, partially because I smelled blood in the water. There was only one reason for him to have been locked out, and that was because he was in trouble, which made him fair game. I watched for a moment, making sure that it wasn't a simple miscommunication, then approached, asking if anything was wrong.

Finally, he noticed me. He was very aware of the fact that he was just one door away from his girlfriend with another woman in nothing but a robe. He played it casual, not fully turning from the door, but I noticed the way his eyes yo-yoed over my body and the slight tensing. He told me that everything was fine. I innocently asked if he was having a hard time getting Michelle's attention, which he admitted that he was, and I told him that I had the number to her landline in my room, if he wanted to come down and use my phone.

It was an obvious line. He knew it was. I could see the struggle on his face as he looked me over, my auburn hair, my tits, evident even under the fluffy robe, the look I was giving him. I wanted to fuck him, and I wasn't hiding it. He wanted to say no. If he did, though, he was facing a possibly long drive home or an uncomfortable night on the couch in the common room (I'd never slept on it, but I can personally attest to it being uncomfortable for other horizontal activities. He finally begrudgingly agreed, but said that we'd have to leave the door open. I shrugged and agreed. It was a minor obstacle.

Back in my room, I left the door open and pointed him to the landline on my roommate's desk with the phone directory sitting next to it. He settled into her chair and dialed the phone, sitting awkwardly as it rang. I softly sat on the edge of my bed, watching as he waited, trying desperately not to look at me. As her voicemail picked up, I looked down at the unassuming chest by my bed where I stored my collection of toys. As he mumbled some sort of apology into the phone, I gently lifted the lid open, leaving my collection on display, then I got up, walked to the mirror, and began putting on makeup as if I didn't give a single solitary shit that there was a strange man sitting just steps away who could take advantage of me. God, I wished he would. Instead, he hung the phone up, and sat awkwardly.

I looked at his reflection in my mirror and asked if everything was alright. He nodded and said that he'd left a message. There was a pregnant pause as I slowly put on some ruby red lipstick, and he watched intently. He softly said he'd find somewhere else to wait so that he would be out of my way. I, of course, told him that he wasn't bothering me, and that I had nowhere else to be. He never questioned why I was putting on lipstick if I wasn't going anywhere. That was when I knew I had him. Poor boy, he was either to stupid to know he was in a trap, or he was too captivated to be worried about it. I asked him if he and Michelle were fighting, and he admitted that they were. She'd found some texts to his ex on his phone, and that had been all it had taken. There had been some yelling, then he was out on his ass, with his phone and keys still in her dorm.

At this point, he drifted off, and I looked back, mascara pen in hand to ask if he was okay. He was staring at my array of toys on full display, just as I'd intended. I crossed over and kicked it shut, offering him an embarrassed smile, as if the whole thing had been an accident. He waved it off, and I told him that it had been a while since I'd had a guy around (an outright lie, I'd gotten fucked not 24 hours earlier on the desk that he was sitting at), and that I sometimes had to result to alternatives. He nodded knowingly and said that he knew what I was talking about, going through a long distance relationship. I gave him a sly smile. He looked at me guiltily. I half asked, half told him that Michelle was right about the texts. He nodded. Bold, admitting to cheating to a woman. I could have kicked him out on his ass in solidarity with my sister. Instead, I asked if he minded if I closed the door so we could have some privacy. He shrugged and shook his head.

That was the right answer.

I slowly walked over, pushing the door shut and untying the belt of my robe, letting it fall open as I turned around, leaning against the door until it clicked shut and locking it. I beckoned him over with one finger. Like a good boy, he obeyed. I pulled him down into a soft kiss that slowly built. He wrapped his arm around me, under my robe, resting his hand on the small of my back and pulling me close. I shrugged my robe off, leaving me naked with this near total stranger. I could feel his boner through the denim of his jeans. I pressed against it, drawing a groan from him. He pushed me away slightly, unfastening the button and unzipping himself. He let gravity finish the job, leaving his boner jutting out through the slit in his boxers. I kneeled down, tracing my fingers along his chest until I was face to face with his rock hard member. I blew a cool jet of air over the tip, already drooling precum. He grunted and it jumped. I giggled and wrapped my slender fingers around the base. He started to growl out some command, as if he'd ever been in charge of the situation. He forgot what he was saying when I took the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it, tasting the sweet and salty mix in his precum.

I love sucking cock. While his wasn't the longest, thickest, or even the prettiest cock I'd ever been with, he was fun to suck, shivering and wincing at every intended point, responsive to any experiment I tried, letting me know what was working and what wasn't. He was encouraging while not being controlling, never trying to control my pace. I could see why his ex wanted him back. I could see why Michelle was pissed off that he'd screwed around on her. I bobbed on his cock for several minutes, and honestly would have been content to suck him for the rest of the night, but he wasn't up to the challenge. In the first truly assertive action he'd made since I met him, he grunted and stepped back from me, leaving his twitching cock waving in the air as he gulped for air. Worried that he was sprouting a conscience, I leaned back, resting my arms behind me, letting my firm tits wiggle in the air as I asked if anything was wrong. Still breathing heavy, he shook his head, then said that he had to fuck me. I giggled and took his hand, standing up and getting on my tiptoes, kissing him quickly on the lips. He didn't hesitate, even though I'd just been sucking his cock, then I gestured to my bed.

He laid down eagerly, shucking his boxers in the process, and I climbed on top, settling over his pelvis, his cock laying flat between us. I rested a hand on his chest, propping my tits up slightly in the process, and used the leverage to slide my wet pussy over his throbbing rod. Staring up at me like I was an angel made flesh, he was breathing hard in no time. I stared back at him until his eyes rolled back in his head, which was my sign to roll my hips forward, slide up, and then back down. It took a couple tries, but I finally lined him up properly and pushed him inside me. His fingers gripped my sheets so tightly I thought he was going to rip them as I slid down, my tight pussy taking every bit of his cock, already slick with a combination of spit and pussy juices. As I bottomed out, his hands shot to my hips, deep, shuddering breaths hissing through his teeth. I asked him, in my most innocent voice, if everything was alright. With great difficulty, he told me that he had almost cum, and didn't want to do it inside me.

I giggled and leaned forward, pressing my tits against his chest and slid up a couple inches to give him a slow, searing kiss before whispering so softly that no one else in the room would have been able to hear it that I wanted him to cum inside me. That I NEEDED him to cum inside me. He shuddered and sank back into my mattress a bit. It wouldn't have taken much to finish him off. That didn't mean I wasn't going to give him everything I had. I pushed myself up, both hands planted on his chest, and I bucked on him, crying out as he hit the right spots. I may be a slut, but I'm not a liar. When I bucked my hips forward and screamed out loud enough for it to echo off of the cinderblock walls of the college dorm room, it's because he was hitting the spot. Though my eyes were open, my vision was blurry from the intense pleasure overwhelming me, fireworks going off behind my eyes as I rode him like my life depended on it.

Unfortunately, it didn't last long. I felt his hands sliding up my body, cupping my bouncing tits, then squeezing hard as warmth flooded my body. I pushed down on him, getting him as deep as I could as he shot off all he had to offer. Coming back to my senses, I noticed he was red and covered in sweat, but looked relieved. As his jets turned into dribbles, his hands fell from my tits. He looked spent. I tried to milk whatever I could out of him before sliding off. Before I could get off the bed, he was already snoring. I slipped on my robe and walked down to the bathroom to clean myself up.

When I returned to my room, I sat at my desk for a while, letting him sleep for a couple hours before waking him up. I told him to go back down to her room and apologize, tell her that he was sorry, that he loved her, and that he'd never do it again, and to always remember to delete his texts. I gave him a couple tried and true lines to throw at her, and he thanked me as he clumsily dressed himself and stumbled out of my room.

Of course, no amount of killer lines would make up for the fact that his face was smeared with my makeup when Michelle answered the door. As near as I could tell, he got his keys and phone back, both thrown at his face between insults. Shortly after the screaming died down, there was a soft knock on my door. Unfortunately, I was already nestled in my bed, much too tired to get up and answer it. I assume he drove home that night. I never saw him again.