I got bored one night. Not the kind of bored where you scroll through Netflix for hours or reorganize your closet. The kind where you lie in bed staring at the ceiling, your fingers tracing lazy circles on your stomach, and suddenly you realize—I haven’t gotten laid in way too long. Not just any lay. I wanted something messy. Something filthy. So I visited a hookup site.
I matched with so many guys, but three stood out. The first was some random with a profile that made me wet instantly. The second was another stranger whose messages were so bold they made me laugh. The third was a total unknown, but his photos were so hot I couldn’t resist messaging him. None of them knew about each other. I didn’t tell them. Why would I?
I planned it out. One after another, spaced out by an hour. The first one came over at 8. He was a big black guy from Africa, huge everywhere, and I could already tell he was packing. I was wearing this tiny tank top and shorts that barely covered anything. He didn’t even wait to get inside before his hands were all over me. He fucked me hard, right there in the hallway, and when he pulled out, I could feel him dripping down my legs. I didn’t clean up. I wanted to keep it inside me.
He left around 8:45, and I just lay there, thighs pressed together, feeling him leak out of me. It was warm and sticky, and I loved it. I could still feel him inside me when the second guy showed up at 9:15. He was shy at first, but once we got to the bedroom, he noticed how wet I was. His eyes widened when he saw the mess leaking out of me. “Fuck,” he muttered, but he was too turned on to care. He agreed to fuck me in the ass instead, and when he came, he slammed deep and filled me up.
He left, and I could barely walk. I went to the bathroom and saw how much was dripping out of me. I stared at myself in the mirror. This was who I was now. I didn’t care.
The third guy came at 10. He was the stranger from the hookup site, the one with the profile that made my panties wet before I even messaged him. He walked in, took one look at me, and smirked. “Damn,” he said, his eyes on my thighs. He didn’t even ask. He just picked me up, carried me to the bed, and pushed my shorts aside. He slid two fingers inside me, and his eyes went wide. “You’re already so fucking full,” he said. I just smiled. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He didn’t waste time. He ate me out first, his tongue working me over while I squirmed. He didn’t care that I was full of cum from the first two guys—he licked it all up, savoring every drop. Then he flipped me over and fucked me from behind, filling me up with his own load. I collapsed into the sheets, feeling everything leak out of me.
I slept like a rock that night. Woke up to messages from all three of them, sweet and innocent, not knowing what had happened. I grinned like an idiot, knowing they’d all been inside me within two hours, none of them the wiser.
I’m doing it again. Maybe more next time. I don’t care what it sounds like. I know what I like.
