Cuckolded By The Exchange Student

Contents

Kayla My Cockteasing Girlfriend & Our Fetishes

Claude The Exchange Student

Surprise Sex At The Beach Club

Claude Gives Kayla A Homemade Creampie

Cuckold Dreams Cum True

 

Kayla My Cockteasing Girlfriend & Our Fetishes

I’ve known my girlfriend Kayla since we were 10.

I was seated beside her in primary school and we’ve been inseparable since.

It’s like we were destined to be together.

I’ve always been a bespectacled nerdy kid with a skinny but unathletic body and have remained pretty much the same up till now.

But when puberty hit, Kayla blossomed from a scrawny, malnourished stickwoman into a voluptuous sex bomb.

At 20, she has a cute, innocent, angelic face and a body that most girls would die for.

Gravity defying, perky 36D cup breasts and wide birth giving hips on her slim, yoga toned, 1.6m frame with a 25 inch waist.

Girls like her were the perfect definition of a Chinese idiom that translated to English, meant having an innocent, angelic face with a devilishly sexy and alluring body.

Kayla was without a doubt the envy of all her peers and the fap object of all the guys around us.

She is also what you’d call an influencer on social media, with almost 100k followers thanks to her mind-blowing good looks and the cock stirring suggestive pictures she would post from time to time.

We would often joke about how many poor sods had wasted buckets of their precious seed fapping to her revealing, sexy pictures on social media.

We became an item the moment we knew what a crush was and through the years, countless boys and eventually men, ranging from the bad boy gangsters to suave, wealthy guys with privileged backgrounds had tried to steal her from me.

To make Kayla theirs.

None of them succeeded. Not even close.

At most, she’d let me know about the men who begged her profusely for a chance and we would discuss if she should at least ‘give them a chance’.

She would go on one date with them if she felt like it and come home to me at the end of the night where she would sit in my lap and tell me all about the date.

Sharing every single sordid detail.

Now you’d say she was playing them, trying to earn a free meal. But it was nothing like that.

They knew very well that she was taken, there were pictures of us as a couple on her social media pages.

Heck, the little minx even posted pictures with me in it, like the one with my hand grabbing her tits under her tiny green bikini at Sentosa beach.

So no, she wasn’t trying to two time me or play them for a free meal.

These were men who thought they could turn my cockteasing nymph of a girlfriend into a cheater and steal her from me.

We like to think that she was just being nice to these bad, desperate men.

After all, the men did beg her profusely for a date.

And there were some men that you just shouldn’t say no to.

In her line as an influencer, it was always useful to have a wide network, even if more than half your network wanted to breed your tight fertile holes bareback with their nasty, dirty cocks.

After all, it doesn’t hurt to have another friend.

It was better to let them shoot their shot figuratively or literally, in their pants, and reject them respectfully instead of denying them the shot outright if they kept pleading for a chance.

And these were by no means pity dates.

She would dress up for these dates like if they were genuine dates with me – barely clad, in tiny body hugging dresses that showed plenty of cleavage, legs and sometimes even ass cheeks to keep the men around her on their toes.

She would be fully present and respectful toward the guy, treating him to an eyeful of her creamy, supple cleavage and flawless long legs as they chatted, wined and dined.

On these dates, the guys would get touchy more often than not, but let’s be honest, that is expected since it was meant to be a date.

And which guy could keep their hands to themselves when in such close proximity to a barely clothed, nubile and playful smoke show such as Kayla?

Even the photographers, fellow models and influencers she worked with would take every opportunity to cop a feel of her tight young body whenever they can during her influencer gigs and events.

She would giggle and swat at their hands playfully while flirting with them, calling them perverts or horny bastards that were corrupting her innocent body.

But in general, she would let them get away with it and continue her playful teasing as long as they didn’t cross the line.

And what was that line? I don’t know. I let Kayla manage it since I trust her completely.

Based on what she tells me, she doesn’t let them go beyond stimulating her tight wet cunt directly under her tiny thongs or g strings and playing with her bare unprotected puffy pink nipples and tits under her dress.

Sometimes if she liked them enough, she would let them slide her panties off her hips themselves and let them have the tiny soaked garment as a souvenir.

But she would not be fully nude for them, and she would definitely not allow anything inside her young fertile body. Not even fingers.

While she would feign annoyance or protest in outrage as they felt her up with their rough depraved hands, deep down she loved the unwanted touches and the vulnerability of getting groped and molested by random men.

The thought of these powerful, successful men exploring her defenceless nubile body with their hands as they tried to tempt her to breed with them while she resisted their touch and her primal instincts to reproduce, gave her a sense of power and dominance over men.

Though she would never let them get far, those subtle touches and caresses over her flawless, fair skin would make her incredibly horny and drive her wild.

She would come home, dripping wet and mad with desire and I would get incredibly hard and aroused as Kayla shared with me how her poor defenceless, barely clad body was violated and defiled by the men’s roaming hands.

Yes, I loved that Kayla was a fucking nymphomaniac cocktease with a fetish of showing off her body and having her body explored by random men.

And I guess that makes me a guy with a cuckold and exhibitionism fetish.

She would point to the exact spots where the hands violated her while sensually stripping off what little she wore and moaning suggestively.

I would plant kisses over the spots she pointed to in attempt to ‘ease’ the pain.

The recounts would then lead to fantasy as she imagined out loud what would have happened if she didn’t stop the men.

The nasty, sordid things the men would do to her if let them have their way with her tight nubile body.

How she would be stripped stark naked like the day she was born against her will, and have her poor fertile holes ploughed and bred through the night.

These fantasies would always make us so fucking horny and would end with me cumming hard into her tight pink slit with a condom.

Close friends that were aware of these fetishes of ours would always shake their heads in confusion at the risks we were taking to fulfil our fetishes.

They would always warn that one day, Kayla might be too intoxicated or drugged or simply overwhelmed by lust and give in to her temptations.

Then, she might really end up being bred raw in all her poor defenceless holes on her date, just like in her fantasies.

Well, while we might be playing with fire, it was a fetish that we both acknowledged needed to be sated.

Besides, I trusted Kayla with my life and knew she could handle herself and draw the line well.

I won’t lie, there were a couple of times when I was uncertain about the arrangements and secretly tailed Kayla on her dates.

What I saw only made me more excited about her dates and deepened my trust in her.

There were dates where Kayla would make out with the man passionately while sitting in his lap, grinding her hairless panty clad cunt directly against the hard cock in his pants.

The guy ended up shooting his load in his pants as he groped her tits and sucked on her tongue.

And I’ve even witnessed her cumming on the dance floor in a club as she was sandwiched between two men who took turns playing with her tits and rubbing her wet, hairless pussy.

She didn’t have to let me know, but she did anyway.

Kayla would always describe everything that happened during her dates, without hiding any of the sordid, nasty details from me.

She definitely did not hide how much she enjoyed these crazy encounters.

And I loved what I heard.

Yes, the men got to bring my girlfriend out for dinner, touch and play with her young body, but they didn’t have her fully.

They only got to do what she let them do.

They didn’t own her.

But I did. She belonged to me, and at the end of the night without fail, she would return to me where unlike the men on her dates, I would have unfettered access to her sexy, nubile devilish body.

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Claude The Exchange Student

While we were the same age at 20, Kayla was in her third year of university while I was just a freshman.

No, I’m not a special child who required more tender loving care in the classroom.

All Singaporean men had to serve 2 years of mandatory military service, making us trail behind our fairer counterparts in terms of education and opportunities.

As a third-year student, Kayla was given the opportunity to play buddy to exchange students at our campus.

She accepted the offer and ended up as the buddy for a tall, muscular French guy named Claude.

At 1.9m, I’d say Claude was a little lanky. Most of the time at least.

He wasn’t skinny and unattractive, quite the opposite. He was very muscular, in a lean and athletic way but lanky because he towered over everyone so he slouched oddly most of the time to compensate.