An Accidental Cuckolding
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
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An Accidental Cuckolding
Everything got a little out of hand
An Interracial cuckold tale
Mary Not Wollstonecraft
© Copyright 2024 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
NOTE: This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
An Accidental Cuckolding
So, I may have lost my girlfriend. Maybe if I write it down the way it happened, I’ll feel better. I say, may have, because it’s up in the air. It depends on her and me and how I handle this thing…that happened.
My name’s Clark Fernsby, and my girlfriend’s name is Ivy Warner. We got together during the last year of high school. We were both intelligent, skinny, pasty little nerds who liked comics and sci-fi movies. The perfect couple, I thought she was cute, and I guess she believed I was handsome as well.
Any little thing I did for Ivy, she’d kiss me and say, “You’re my hero.”
We were in our freshman year of college. Ivy was here at one school, and I was at another college. I only got to see her during FaceTime calls. In our second year, we were still stuck at different universities. It sucked not being with her.
I missed her so much it hurt.
The first week I was gone, we had an exceptional Zoom meeting with each other. She wore a sexy as fuck lacy black bra that barely contained her ample breasts, teasing me with glimpses of her cleavage. The heat between us rose as soon as we locked eyes through the computer screen.
Without saying a word, Ivy traced her finger along her collarbone, inching lower until she reached the edge of her bra. She gazed at me with a mischievous smile, slid the strap off her shoulder, and revealed more of her creamy white skin for my viewing pleasure.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Ivy leaned closer to the camera, her lips parted in invitation. I reached out and ran my fingers across the screen, wishing the softness of her milky white breasts were under my hands.
“Clark, my only love,” she whispered sending a thrill of desire coursing through me.
I feel myself harden in response, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. Ivy’s moans filled the room and drove me wild with need. I know, someday, I’ll fuck her like I’ve craved to do.
I rubbed my prick, working the lotion over it, into it. Worked the oil into my balls before I returned my attention to my dong. My hand glided over the surface, not fast, but not slow.
“Only use two fingers and your thumb,” she said. “I can’t even see your penis if you use your hand.”
Nodding, I followed her instructions and gazed at her hot body.
Ivy’s hand moved down to unbutton her jeans, and she slid them off, slow and sensual, and revealed a matching black lace thong that left so little to my imagination. I watched breathless, excited, and longing as she trailed her fingers along the edge of the thin fabric.
Ivy teased herself as much as she teased me.
She gazed at me with wonton eyes, and Ivy bit her lip seductively before sliding her hand beneath the fabric and disappeared from sight for a moment. When her hand reappeared, glistening with her moist arousal, my breath caught in my throat. Ivy pulled the thong past her knees, over her feet, and let them fall to bed.
Spreading her legs apart, she gave me a full view of her freshly shaved pussy. Caressing herself, rubbing her lips, teasing her nub, I ogled her body. Feeling close, I stopped stroking for a minute.
She circled her clit with delicate teasing strokes.
I couldn’t resist my need longer. Working on my passion, I watched my shy, reserved girlfriend debasing herself. Wanton and sensual, a feral cat in heat, her body undulated out of control, needing a release.
Each movement of her hand sent sharded waves of pleasure through her body and currents of electricity through mine. I let my dick lose. It bobbed and threatened to spill my seed.
“It’s such a cute wittle nubbin, baby boy.” She breathed the words more than she spoke them.
We continued our passionate dance of desire through the screen. I lost myself in Ivy’s intoxicating presence as the lust between us became tangible and intense, almost religious. It drew us closer, on a spiritual level, with every tantalizing moment.
Taking my cock in hand, ignoring her order, I pump my fist faster and faster.
“Two fingers and a thumb,” she snapped at me, angry and demanding.
I complied but hated doing so.
Her movements changed and turned frenzied. As we reached our lustful peak, our bodies moved in sync despite the distance separating us. I know one thing for sure — Ivy has captured my obedience and deepest desires.
Without warning, thick streams of spooch burst forth. They shoot hard and cover the screen and lens.