Last night I was bored out of my mind, scrolling through hornychat looking for fun. Most of the time it’s just dudes flashing their small dicks, but I kept skipping until I saw him. And holy shit. His cock was insane. Like, I’ve seen big ones before, but this was next level. It was thick, veiny, and just… massive. I couldn’t even skip. I just stared.
He noticed me staring and smirked. “You like what you see?” he asked. I didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, it’s fucking huge.” He grinned, then stood up so I could get the full view. I made him turn around so I could see his ass. Fuck, he was jacked too. His body was insane. I told him so, and he just laughed, like he already knew.
Then he asked me to show him my fingers to prove I wasn’t some bot. I did, and he nodded like he was satisfied. “How do you even fuck with that thing?” I blurted out. He just smirked. “You’d be surprised.” Then he asked if I was single. I told him I had a boyfriend, but he didn’t care. “How much bigger is this than his?” he asked, and I told him it looked at least double. He just chuckled. “Oh, too bad for your boyfriend, I guess.”
That’s when things got really hot. He told me to take off my clothes. I hesitated, I was in my sleep shorts and a tank top, no underwear, but he just said, “Your boyfriend doesn’t need to know.” And fuck, I wanted it. So I did. Slowly peeled off my tank top, then my shorts. He called me a “good girl” and told me how nice my tits looked. I turned around, bent over, and spread my legs for him. He groaned, and I could tell he liked what he saw.
Then he got really dirty. He asked how my boyfriend would react if he saw what I was doing. I told him my boyfriend would hate it. He just smirked. “But there’s nothing he can do about it, is there?” I shook my head. “No. Because your cock is so much bigger. And your body is better.” He laughed. “Oh, but they say size doesn’t matter…” I cut him off. “Bullshit. Size *does* matter.” He grinned. “So if I was there right now, you’d fuck me behind his back?” I didn’t even think. “Absolutely.”
He called me a good girl again and started talking about how I’d worship his cock, how he’d make me insult my boyfriend while sucking him off. I was so turned on I started pretending to lick his dick on camera, telling him over and over how much better he was than my boyfriend. He ate it up. Then he demanded a picture of my boyfriend so he could see the guy he was “taking away” from me. I sent it without thinking. He just laughed. “Oh, that poor guy with his pathetic loser dick.”
But then things got even crazier. He asked if I was wearing any panties. I told him no. He told me to finger myself while he watched. I did, but he said I wasn’t doing it right. So he made me spread my legs wider, then told me to pull my shorts to the side so he could see my pussy. I did, and he groaned. “Fuck, you’re wet already.” Then he asked if I wanted him to cum for me. Fuck yes, I did. He said I could touch myself too, but only if I praised him and his cock while I did it. So I did. I told him how much better he was, how size does matter, how I was his little whore now. I fingered myself until I came, and he came right after, shooting a huge load all over his hand.
We both caught our breath, then talked for a few more minutes before I turned off my laptop. I went to the bathroom, got dressed, and went to sleep like nothing happened. Now, in the morning, I’m not proud of it, but I don’t regret it. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever done online.
