When I met Kyle I thought that we would be happy together. We were a perfect match – I was smart and beautiful and he was rich and successful. He had a rich dad whom he didn’t see much of and I knew that I could have a great life with him, even though he was a little more arrogant than I liked it.
I knew that he loved me and that he wanted me because I was attractive and checked all the boxes for him and I felt like we were in for a long time. When it came to sex, I wasn’t inexperienced and I knew that I could make it feel good for both of us, but, to my surprise, it felt like Kyle wasn’t really interested in satisfying me.
The first time we had sex it felt amazing. It was passionate and I enjoyed it so much. I was sure that our sex would be like this always and was looking forward to spending more time in bed with Kyle, but soon he showed me that it was more of an accident than anything else.
He had a big nice thick dick, which was something I couldn’t take away from him. Any girl would be screaming to get a man with one like this so she could have her needs fulfilled, and I thought that would be my life too, but I was wrong. The only thing he used that dick for was satisfying himself, nothing more.
I tried and tried to get him into something different, but it was useless at the end of the day our relationship wasn’t good for both of us. He would show me around, and brag about how beautiful his girlfriend was just so later he could fuck me without putting in any effort.
He would just pump my pussy until he finished and that was it. He didn’t care if I had an orgasm or not.
I would try to introduce him to different things, to bring in some role-play, but it was useless. Each time we had sex I would suck him and then either get on my back and spread my legs or ride him, hoping to feel at least a little bit good.
When I asked him to get down and eat me out he would just say that it wasn’t men’s business. I really don’t know why I bothered with him for so long.
In the end, the only thing his big great cock could do was fill me up as he fucked me. Yes, it felt nice, but it still wasn’t enough and soon my patience ran out. No matter how big his cock was, he was no use to me if I was left unsatisfied and wanting more. I needed to find myself a man who knew a woman’s body and was willing to put in the effort. Me and Kyle fought one too many times for things to work between us and soon we broke up. It was a big scandal, but I was finally free to find a man who knew how to make me happy.
A few months went by when I was single and I was spending a lot of my time at the beach when an older man approached me and asked if I would want to spend some time with him. His name was Peter and he looked really good for his age. I agreed, seeing something vaguely familiar on his face, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
I agreed to have dinner with him and we went to the restaurant. I picked all that I wanted and was enjoying myself while we talked about life. Peter told me that he was divorced and had a grown-up son. When he mentioned his name I realized why he looked so familiar – he was the father of my terrible ex.
For a moment I thought about making an excuse and leaving, but I realized that it was a perfect opportunity to make it hurt for Kyle after he treated me like shit. And part of me also wondered if Peter’s dick was as big as his son’s.
We had a good time at the dinner and I felt like he was much nicer than his son. He listened to me, gave me compliments, and didn’t try to look down the cut of my dress too much. I smiled at him, enjoying our time together and when he offered to go to his room I agreed. I wanted to see how much different he would be from his son and I was waiting for good results.
When we went to his room he offered me drinks, but I declined, going straight to business. We started kissing on the couch and Peter was caressing my body, making me more and more turned on.
I loved it and I hoped it would go on. We undressed each other and he was attentive to me, kissing me everywhere he could reach until he pulled off my panties and spread my legs.
I was shocked to see that Peter was about to go down on me, but it didn’t last long. Soon I was too busy enjoying his mouth and tongue on my folds and my clit. I was moaning and shaking as he did things to me his son refused to ever do and I knew at that moment that he was a better one out of the two of them.
He was eating me, fucking me, and soon I was shaking, finishing on his mouth. When he went to kiss me I was all for it, ready to let him fuck me any way he wanted it because it was just so good. I unzipped his pants and looked down, at his cock. To my surprise, he wasn’t as big as his son, I’d say a little smaller than average, but thicker. I was a little disappointed, but willing to give him a chance.
He got on top of me and I felt his cock move inside me. My pussy was tense around his after my orgasm, so I felt his every move. Peter took the time to see if I enjoyed what he was doing and was willing to make it better for me.
Soon I didn’t care about his size or anything else, because his smaller dick did for me what bigger couldn’t. I was moaning and asking for more, as he fucked me faster and rougher, just the way I wanted it. He was kissing my breasts, making me enjoy it even more and all I could do is hold onto him and try not to scream.
He let me finish again before spilling inside me and I was so happy that we did it. We had sex all night as if I was catching up on the time I had lost with Kyle and that was amazing.
Once again Peter proved to me that it’s not the dick that matters, but the man on the other side of it.
