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5-STAR POSTS!!     |
21/09/2010
Ms. Marca Ch 12
I know that some men go into a relationship thinking she is the one. Tim told me after we were married that I had saved him from a life of darkness after the death of his wife and child. Some men need more than a good ass to come home to, we women can be nothing but a pain in the ass when we want to. What a man looks for in a woman and what he sees can be two different things. As a slut, I need to be dirty with my sex, but never dirty with my husband. A whore, harlot, or prostitute; we all lie on our backs and spread our legs and let the paying customer fall between them. I love the thrill of my honey pot having all that cock; as he rides me I whisper how good he makes me feel.
Being a bitch to your john, is getting on all fours, and wiggling your ass in his face: turning him on to mounting you like the stud of the pack and breed to the bitch you are in heat. To your husband a bitch is telling him how you feel about him and nagging away at him. I learned that a good lover could be a bitch, a wife, and a woman, and so much more.
“And so it goes...!”
Tim came home one afternoon and told me that his old college roommate was going to be in town next week and he had invited him to stay with us while he is in town. That evening Tim told me all about Mr. Peter R. Fairfield, Mr. Fairfield was from an old New England family and he had turned the family fortune into five times what it was when he took it over. It seems Mr. Fairfield also liked the women; he had been married three times since he left school. The night Mr. Fairfield got into town, I was to meet Tim and him at the club for dinner and than we would bring him to our place for his visit for a few days.
I was ready for a night out… dressed to kill in a black cocktail dress with a low V cut top that showed lots of cleavage, from my 40DD. A black lace bra, thigh-high black silk stockings and black velvet 5 inch heels that made me stand at 6'3". A lacy black thong was the only thing covered my bald just shaved pussy and my 38" hips, which was as ready as I was for a hot night out of drinking and dancing.
When I got to the club I found the two in the bar and as soon as Peter Fairfield saw me his eyes undressed me and I could see right away he was a boob man. When Tim introduced us he could not look me in the eye, but he had my boobs on his radar. We went into dinner and had a nice meal, I had Peter’s attention all the time we were at dinner and I could see he had me on his mind. After dinner, we went into the club lounge and listen to the small combo.
Tim is a good dancer and is not the stick in the mud that some husbands are, but as sometimes he does and talking with his old roommate, they both had too much to drink. Both men at 55 they wanted to party. My alluring cocktail dresses, that showed my full cleavage, and my other assets when I was on the dance floors had every ones attention in the lounge. After the first and only dance with Tim, he insisted I dance with Peter. Peter with his broad shoulders, and a rather full stomach and I guessed a skinny butt. He was, even at 55, a very handsome man.
As we danced, he complimented me on my dress and the way I danced, in general everything a woman wants to hear. I was not born yesterday and I could feel his eyes and hands all over my body. We had drinks and danced to the swirling, gyrating, pounding music, his cock began to harden and it seemed like he deliberately pressed his manhood against my leg. After each dance, he made sure he felt up my ass as we walked back to the table and he had his hand on my knee and on my thigh each time we sat down always telling Tim what a beautiful wife he had. His hands slipping under my skirt whenever Tim was not watching, the lacy top hide my hardening nipples as I responded to his touch.
The alcohol we drank all night began working on me and soon I could feel the sweet pressure of my pussy lips getting wet and tingling as we danced and pressed together, and the need to have a climax grew stronger He knew he had me getting excited as he rubbed my knees and inside my thigh. My eyes glazed over as he whispered in my ear how hot my thighs were. Than on the next dance, he must have got a stiff one because it slipped up to my mound and I felt it press against me. I smiled when he looked at me knowing I was feeling it. The touch was not lost on me as my eyes went wide and I let out a slight giggle.
“I think I have had one too many glass of wine.”
I could feel that he was not normal; huge might be the word to describe it. I actually felt it grow! I felt a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground against each other disgustedly. Sometimes I enjoyed being a slut, a whore, a cheap disgusting hot pussy. That was what he was making me feel like. His hands moved to my ass and pressed me into his bulge. Under my breath he had to hear me moan and gasp out in a whisper…oh good heavens!”
After a few drinks and several dances later, I had him, I guess it was I, getting bolder with his hands and Tim was way into the booze and was not aware of what was going on with his old friend and me. He had me getting hot and I had loosened up to the point I was in need of some cock. He began to tell me how his last wife, lost interest in sex, turned off by sex: or so that was what she had said to him. I told him that she was missing something or had missed being a complete woman, if she did not like sex.
“Marca I see you know what she missed and most women want it as bad as we like getting it!”
“Yes…oh yes, I like getting it…oh I mean…will, Tim and I enjoy sex!”
“She tried to tell me or explain that it hurt her when we had sex…so she said.”
“Damn is…are you…oh my, not many man are that…big…oh my!” My nipples were rock hard and he could see the outline of them though my low cut top. I knew he had a boner and I knew that with each dance I could feel a knot developing in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen if I were to let this go any further. God what a hung son-of-a-bitch he must be and he needed some pussy. When we arrived home and Tim was just wake enough to show Peter his room and say goodnight he was going fast. Tim insisted I stay and visit with Peter. I looked at Peter as if to say are you up to it, will something was up and hard! I was going to make this horny old boy cry uncle as he jerk later tonight: I was going to see that he had a damn good reason too.
I made sure Tim was in bed and than I went down stairs to find Peter getting one more glass of wine for me what I did not need, and he had one more Gin. We took a seat on the big leather sofa in the den and it seemed at once Peters hand was on my knee where it had been most of the night. I suspect he had been encouraged by my lack of not protesting or my lack of response to his touches. I know I enjoyed the attention I was getting. This time, I acknowledged the intrusion and put my hand on his and moving his hand away from my knee.
I was frozen…with the events unfolding in front of me, all thoughts of leaving him to say goodnight and get my ass to bed where I belonged had definitely faded from my mind. In a perverse way, I thought to myself, what an opportunity! How often a big cock like the one this man has does get this close to my pussy and not gets in. God how would I react to another man’s advances”? This was a friend of my husband and being fair to the situation, Peter was a good-looking older man, and I think most women would appreciate the attention from such a man. I felt my heart rate increase and I was breathing harder.
I will give this to Peter; he did not give up. Even as I brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for me to show weakness, never giving away his intent to how he was going to master my mind. I pushed his hand away a number of times before I moved my leg over a little to try to escape him. After a while, I gave in a little and allowed his hand to stay on my knee. Even though he did not attempt to go any higher, I started to shake a little and I could definitely feel the beginning of a small orgasm building just thinking about his horse size cock. Instead of being upset, I found it strangely exciting.
Then he leaned over and gave me what one might say was a goodnight kiss on the side of my face. I did not turn away or try to avoid it. When it happened, a small thought shot through my mind; not turning away was the same as giving him an invitation.
I was right. Instead of leaving, he made a little more small talk and slipped his hand down on to my thigh. I moved my left arm across and under my chest and did not resist his touch. I almost predicted it as he suddenly leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I let it linger a short while before I pulled away, laughed nervously and gently nudged his hand away from my thigh as I looked over my shoulder at the door as if looking for Tim.
“My husband would not like that…your bad, Peter!”
I think he could tell he was starting to get to me. My chest was starting to heave a little more and my breathing was coming on faster. I was squirming more as his hand had maneuvered high on my leg, up to the split of my dress. I sat sideways, facing him with my right leg crossed over my left, exposing my leg all the way up. After feebly trying to cover up, I gave up the cause and just let him look.
As we were discussing old times about him, Tim, and my days of modeling, I reached around to get an old portfolio album of some of my pictures from under the table next to the sofa where I was sitting. When I did, my legs opened and I treated Peter to a great open shot of my black lace thong. I heard him moan and I looked up to see him taking in my thong-covered pussy. I smiled at him as I looked back toward the hallway…and than turned to giggle as he continued to look.
Instead of him moving in close to me, he intentionally moved away from me a bit, causing a separation that made me lean over considerably in order to share the book. The result was the top of my low cut dress falling open even more, revealing a skimpy black lace bra that exposed the top of my nipples. He enjoyed the show for at least ten minutes before he started to make a move.
I had in this album only glamour shots and nothing less than a bikini on. I did have a few underwear poses but nothing wild or nude. When I did get to the underwear section, he said to me.
“Move over here so I can see that better, I want to make sure I see all the good stuff!”
I smiled and moved slightly and turned, making him look over my shoulder at the book. “This is the part I really wanted to see all night!” He whispered to me as I felt him move even closer.
I giggled, acting as if I were a little embarrassed. “Oh Peter your bad…you like to see models in underwear?”
“Well, sort of. What I really would like to watching would be you taking it off.”
I looked back toward the door still fighting that inter demon in me to get up and go to bed.
“Oh I don’t think Tim would want me to do that.”
“Marca I have known Tim…old penile dick…since we were 18 and he is the dumbest thing in the world when it comes to sex and you know it better than anyone baby!”
“Peter that is not nice…did you know Tim’s first wife and little girl?”
“Shit honey, every swinging dick knew his first wife…I lost count how many times I fucked her!” My mouth dropped open and I was in a daze. Peter went on to tell me that what Tim had told me about her was true, she was a preacher’s daughter and had Tim believing that she was so pure. In the real world, she was fucking everything walking. Peter said she had told him she did not know who the baby belong to, she just knew Tim had nothing to do with making it.
“Marca the woman was working in a topless bar when she had her first date with Tim. We paid her to have a blind date with shit head, after that he just kept coming back. Old Tim never went to a topless place therefore he never knew she worked in one. She told old dumb ass she could not date week nights and Sunday after church was OK to get a coke!”
“My god you mean she was not this pure holier than thou person Tim has told me about!”
“Marca all his friends tried to tell him that this was not the one, but he would not listen…hell we were all fucking her, everyone but her boyfriend! After the first date, she played him like a fiddle. Told him she had to be pure for him on her wedding night. After they were married, she told him they could only do it to have a child! Tim was a dumb shit when it comes to sex…motherfucker is a walking genius when it comes to making money!”
Peter told me how she had came back from the honeymoon, laughing about him being a virgin and he buying into the act she put on about her being a virgin also. They did a boat cruise and she fucked two of the ships officers while on the 7 day outing. He went on to tell me how after the baby came, Tim would stay home with the child and play with it on Saturday so she could get a break and go shopping or go to some church thing on a Saturday morning.
“Shit Marca she use to come over to my place and fuck me Saturday and I know of three others she spread her legs for on the weekend. I asked her once if she ever had a lover for the week day…she told me that they had a older neighbor, some old fart in his 50’s that she fucked once a week!”
“Marca the evening she and the baby were killed; she had been to see some horny big cock and while they fucked in his bedroom the baby played on the floor in his living room how do I know…she did that with me a few times when she could not get a baby sitter. Later that afternoon, she stop buy her mothers to have an alibi as to where she was. She called Tim knowing he was just getting home and said she was on her way.”
Do you know the full story how she was speeding and ran a red light, got hit by young teen that had a beer or two, under age? Tim has always told people she was killed by a drunk…the kid was not drunk! Pete told me that he did not think Tim ever got over it until one night a friend called him and said Tim had found someone who was helping him get a life…that would be me.
“No one ever told Tim that the baby was not his…god he loved that little thing, no one has ever told him that he married a whore! She was one hell of a fuck…old short dick as she called him…just never could take care of her…she fucked every thing and anything but Tim!”
While I was trying to grasp this (apparently true) new revelation, Peter had eased his hand down to the zipper on the back of my dress. As he continued to rub my neck with one hand, the other started bringing the zipper down in an excruciatingly slow descent.
“Oh, Peter, you should not say thing like that about your best friend, that is my husband you are talking about He leaned over to barely press his lips to my neck as he spoke. He was speaking so low that, I could barely detect what he was saying.
“You don’t get any good sex with him honey and I know that…so you have got to be getting it else where!”
I suddenly realized that he had unzipped me and he had really nailed me about the real Tim, because I suddenly shuddered and moved back against him. He did not miss the moment, forgoing the light kisses to bury his face in my neck. I turned my head slightly away from him, allowing him easy access to my soft areas there.
He moved from my neck to my throat, I looked away with an open mouth and a shocked look on my face. I wanted this but I had to play out the part of saying no to this over sexed asshole. When he eased my dress down over my shoulders and down my arms, I decided to draw the line; will act as if I was. I pulled away from his mouth, but my dress was already down to my elbows and my breast pouring out of the top of the extremely flimsy bra. He had very little left to remove at this point.
“You know we can’t do this, Peter. I’m married.” My protesting voice was soft but sincere.
“I know.” He gave me the response I needed to hear, but his lips went back to my neck and his hands moved slowly to gently cup both breast. I think I heard us both suck in our breath with the contact. “I am serious…we need to say goodnight and get to bed now!” I spoke with authority, placing my hands over his as he slowly massaged my breast. I made no attempt on my part, to remove them.
“I know. I need to go.” His fingers found my nipples, sliding them free of the bra and rolling them in his fingers. I closed my eyes and my head went back, unintentionally inviting his mouth to explore my neck even more. He moved his right hand from my breast and slid it slowly down my stomach. Rather than following his hand with on of my hands to stop him, I chose instead to use both my hands to try to dislodge his other hand from my breast.
That distraction was all he needed. Moving his hand on down, he slowly spread open my legs. It gave him an unobstructed view of my thong. He stalled a minute to admire the view and to test my reaction. When there was none, he slid his hand under the thong and gently cupped my mound. I could feel his fingers under the flimsy cloth as they began a slow, steady rub.
“No, Peter, please no.” It was a half-hearted protest; as I reached down to remove his hand. Instead of taking his wrist to pull it away, I placed my hand on top of his. It did not deter or slow him in the least. Instead, it might have encouraged him as my hand continued to ride on top of his in a way that; could have been construed as my assisting and encouraging him. In any case, he found my clit and it was bringing the desired results I wanted.
“No, Peter…please let me go…I need to go to bed!” I moaned it more than spoke it.
Ignoring my feeble protest, Peter moved off the couch, letting me lay back. Now he had full access to my mouth for the first time and took advantage of it, engaging me in a long, deep kiss that made me let out a little sound, and my legs spread slightly as my hips lifted to meet his busy fingers.
“Please, Peter…we can’t do this. You have to stop.” The words were barely out of my mouth when he teased me with his lips again and I eagerly responded with my own. Than his mouth slid down to take in a nipple. He licked it at first, enclosing it with his lips, making me turn my head sharply and causing a definite upwards thrust of my body. He quickly pushed my bra up off my breast, gorging himself on them, opening his mouth wide and filling it, sucking on them very hard and very quickly as it came in and out of his mouth.
“Oh my god my nipples…oh their so hard…oh me…Tim might wake up…oh we need to stop!”
My hand was still riding the top of his while his fingers now alternated between manipulating a hard clit and finger fucking my wet pussy. I had an appreciation of Peter. He was experienced and knew what I wanted. He pressed his luck, knowing he was in control.
“How does it feel Marca? You like that baby…you need more of this…I bet you need a big cock…my big cock!”
Before he gave me a chance to answer, he gave me another long, deep kiss and than he took my breast in his mouth again and suck so hard it was almost painful and at the same time, he buried his fingers deep in my pussy and pounded them in and out.
After fifteen or twenty seconds of this, he slowed and asked again. “How do you feel, Marca? You need a cock baby?”
I knew the answer and he knew the answer.
“Please don’t talk like that, don’t say that, don’t, ask me that! Oh yes…It feels good.”
Peter interrupted his actions long enough to pull my dress completely off my arms and unclasped my bra to be discarded. It took only seconds for him to strip me from the waist up and his mouth was back on my nipples, moving from one nipple to the next. His hand moved from between my legs to grasp and very slowly started removing my panties, not jerking them off, but rather sliding them down a little bit at a time, going from one side of my legs to the other to inch them down. I lifted my ass slightly to accommodate the final removal of my thong as he slid them past my knees and on to the floor.
“Oh Peter we got to be quite…we can’t wake Tim!”
He had me nude and laying out before him ready for the kill. “Get up on your knees.” He pulled me up and over on my knees facing one end of the sofa. I followed his lead, placing my knees on the leather seat cushions. He leaned me over and placed my hands on the armrest of the sofa leaving me bracing myself in an upright position. My ass was waving in the air at the same level as his hips as he was standing. Peter did not waste time taking out his cock; standing to one side as he brandished it so I could see it.
As it came into view, I let out a gasped and my mouth formed an O shape as I took in a deep breath as if I was ready to suck on it. Between his legs hung, a cock that I can only described as beautiful, just fucking beautiful! I had seen and had much larger shafts in my hand and up my pussy. I estimated that it must have been 8 to 9 inches long and a couple of inches across. It was not circumcised and as smooth as silk. His golf ball sized testicles hung loosely in their scrotum. I guessed that it was the total over all size of it that made it seem so attractive, that and the fact that his erect cock pointed in front of him like a spear ready to poke my pussy.
I did not respond as I looked at his cock and then back at his face.
“Do you like what you see…you want me”?
All I could do was nod yes and look at his manhood, a real full-grown manhood. In his soft low tone, Peter gave me a two-word command, “blow me”. I licked my lips…Inched forward just a tiny bit more on my knees, and extended my tongue. “Oh sweet Jesus…you are huge!” Twirling my tongue around the head, I slowly moved my lips forward to engulf the magnificent specimen in my mouth, filling my salivating oral cavity with a gorgeous thick throbbing cock.
My lips encircled the thickness, feeling how it was both hard and soft at the same time. Sliding my lips down the thick pole, I used my tongue to search out every nuance of it, every vein and bump of the object filling my mouth. I knew I must be doing a good job when I heard Peter take in a sharp intake of breath…tighten the hold he had in my hair, and say “good girl…you’ve been wanting that all night, haven’t you baby?
I paused from my task to take my lips away for a brief second, and looking up at him, into his eyes. Right at that moment, I knew he had pegged me for the whore I was. The quiet way that Peter had controlled me up to now, the feeling that overwhelmed me as I knelt and sucked on his cock…the sheer intensity of the boldness that was him… all of that combined to show me that the aching void inside me was about to be filled. I looked up into those dark brown eyes and was barely able to express my agreement.
Yes, this was what I wanted. Yes, I loved sucking dick, his dick. I was able to let out a murmured “yes… I love your dick, I love sucking your big dick” The overwhelming feeling was how, as I performed this act, how feminine I felt, how whore-like I wanted to be, how perfect this was.
Peter took the opportunity to stand, and step out of his trousers and his boxer shorts, then sit back on the sofa; thighs spread wide and invite me to continue my oral duties. I hungrily shuffled into place and like a starving woman fell on the pink snake that protruded from his groin. My lips, mouth and tongue were working together to suckle and feed from the pink monster. My fingers slid up along his thighs, stroking the flesh before finding his balls and one hand weighed them, they were like hens eggs, filled with cream, cream I wanted to taste, cream I craved.
My left hand (the one with my wedding ring on it) wrapped around the shaft as I pumped the thick long pole, and RAMMED my head down the shaft. Holding there for a moment as I gagged a little, then drew my lips, back…all the way to the end before SLAMMING back down, filling my throat with wonderful cock. I was a bitch in heat, with only one thought on my mind that was to give Peter the best blow job he had ever had.
I flicked my tongue, I sucked the head, I licked the shaft, I tongued his balls, I took it into the back of my throat, I gave that cock a thorough oral examination!! My hands worked on the shaft and on his balls, I was so determined to have his cream in my mouth. If I thought, I had any say in what was going to happen, he had other plans, Peter tightened the grip in my dark curls, and than he stood, with my hair tight in his hand, he SLAMM his cock into my mouth.
Using my hair as his grip, he proceeded to fuck my face. I tried to rise from my place on my knees, but his sheer strength kept me in place, I gazed up at him as he pummeled my mouth. I gripped his hips for support, and felt my heart beating faster and faster. He was getting verbal now. “You dirty little whore! You fucking love this; you need this as much as you need air. I am going to make you DROWN in my shit, you dirty whore…does Tim know he married a whore?”
That was another discovery, how hot I get when a man talks “dirty” when he verbally humiliates me. I could feel my pussy was flowing freely, my head ready to explode, and then with a final PUSH into my throat, he held my head steady and started to PUMP his cum into my throat. I know it is a cliché, but there seemed to be gallons of it. I swallowed, I was used to swallowing, but nothing like this vast quantity, I seemed to be gulping and gulping as he kept pounding into my mouth, bruising my lips, making my throat ache, but at the same time making my heart and soul sore. Some of it leaked round the shaft and dripped out of the side of my mouth…onto my boobs, but I got most of it down my throat!
Then he slowly pulled from my throat and mouth…I gulped in air, thankful to be able to breathe again, but a tiny drop of cum was still on the very tip of his cock, and leant forward to lick it off…god, so tasty!
For some strange reason, I felt more than a little embarrassed at what had occurred. I had just sucked off my husband old school roommate. However, Peter was very matter of fact. He sat back down on the sofa, and looked at me, his eyes boring into my soul. “So does Tim know you were, are or you still a whore…I know he can’t give you enough cock…tell me now you whore!”
I stammered a little…his gaze was so penetrating…I knew that my life that I had hidden from Tim was out in the open for Peter. What was I to say…then I realized what the only thing I could say. “I still whore around.”
Peter reached out and took my hand and with that asshole smirk he said to me…”time for round two” He pushed, prodded and pulled me into a prone position, bent face down over the sofa. His strong hands slid up along the sides of my legs, and he SMACKED my ass. “While I am here, I don’t EVER want to find you wearing panties, understand bitch? “
I blushed and nodded my assent “yes Sir, I understand!”
He spanked me again, twice on each cheek, I bit my lip and found his abuse to be so charged, making my pussy cream…“open your thighs bitch, lift your ass!”
He moved in behind me and pressed himself in between my open legs. Moving his hips slightly back and forth, he asked me again “Marca baby, do you want it”?
“Yes.” I finally replied.
“What do you want”?
“I want you to give it to me.” I tried to push back against him even as I said it.
“I don’t want to force you Marca, after all you are a married woman.” He started pumping into me very slowly, his cock obviously just going in no more than just the head into my pussy with each stroke.
There was a long hesitation. This asshole was definitely putting me on but making me beg for it, no man had made me do it this way before, shit he was good! I did not know the rules of this game and he did. I knew what he was actually looking for. He wanted me to ask for it and had the fortitude to wait me out; I had never had to do that.
As the massive head began to enter my waiting pussy, the intense pressure I had first experienced with Peter, instantly developed in my pussy and rapidly progressed into a sharp pain. "No, wait a second you are a big man, we need to go a little slower." With that, Peter ever so slowly inched more and more of his magnificent manhood up my longing love tunnel, giving me the warm feeling of fullness I so desperately needed to feel and secretly longed for since I had been with only Tim this past week.
“Oh this is so good oh god yes this is it…you are so big…it is so wonderful!”
He buried it in me now; long strokes going all the way in as he held my hips with both hands. He would bring his cock all the way out then reentering me all the way with each stroke. I turned my face so he could see it and I wanted him to see how I was ready to climax. My face was contorted, mouth open, trying my best to suppress my groans.
Shameless and wanton, I continued to roll my hips with each stroke he made into my love nest. I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching, involuntarily, around his invasive tool just as it hand clenched and unclenched around my many big cock lovers over the years.
He stopped and pulled all the way out, stepping back slightly exposing his huge hard-on waving in the air. I could not believe it! He was going to ruin it for me he was stopping.
“Marca I think you are right it is getting late. I really should go to bed.”
“No my god no you can’t stop…not now!”
I was still on my knees, leaning forward and burying my face in the cushions on the back of the sofa. My hips were rocking back and forth slowly as if he were still in me.
“You don’t want me to stop”?
My silence only brought a smile to his face. “I should go, Marca. You know we should not be doing this.” He was almost laughing at me.
“No.” The cushion my face rested in stifled my voice.
“What was that”? He leaned over and barely pressed the head of his shaft into me.
“Please I need it…don’t stop…please.”
“What do you want, Marca?”
“I want you.”
“You want me to what”? He was going to press this all the way.
“Oh god give me some sex…make love to me.”
“Make love to you…did you say make love? You are married, Marca. You fucking whore…what do you want, then”?
“God damn it you big cock bastard fuck me! I need a big cock to fuck me!”
“Well, if you think it’s okay.” He took his hands off my hips and slapped my right ass cheek with his right hand and leaning over so that he could pinch my nipples with his left. The reaction he hoped for came in the form of a low, prolonged groan from me as I pressed back against him.
“Fuck my pussy, Peter. I want you deep in my pussy.”
“Baby I just changed my plans…I am going to stay and visit with old Tim for the rest of the week and fuck you at least twice a day if not more!”
I turned my head back and looked at him giving him a sly smile that told him I approved of his change in plans. He slapped my ass a few more whacks and than whispered in my ear as he humped my hot love tunnel.
“Marca baby you fuck only me while I am here…Tim does not get any ass, you understand?”
With my head down and pushing, back to meet his thrust I nodded my head yes and in a low voice said. “Your pussy only…yes I understand…this is your ass all next week…he won’t get any…I promise!”
to be continue...
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I know that some men go into a relationship thinking she is the one. Tim told me after we were married that I had saved him from a life of darkness after the death of his wife and child. Some men need more than a good ass to come home to, we women can be nothing but a pain in the ass when we want to. What a man looks for in a woman and what he sees can be two different things. As a slut, I need to be dirty with my sex, but never dirty with my husband. A whore, harlot, or prostitute; we all lie on our backs and spread our legs and let the paying customer fall between them. I love the thrill of my honey pot having all that cock; as he rides me I whisper how good he makes me feel.
Being a bitch to your john, is getting on all fours, and wiggling your ass in his face: turning him on to mounting you like the stud of the pack and breed to the bitch you are in heat. To your husband a bitch is telling him how you feel about him and nagging away at him. I learned that a good lover could be a bitch, a wife, and a woman, and so much more.
“And so it goes...!”
Tim came home one afternoon and told me that his old college roommate was going to be in town next week and he had invited him to stay with us while he is in town. That evening Tim told me all about Mr. Peter R. Fairfield, Mr. Fairfield was from an old New England family and he had turned the family fortune into five times what it was when he took it over. It seems Mr. Fairfield also liked the women; he had been married three times since he left school. The night Mr. Fairfield got into town, I was to meet Tim and him at the club for dinner and than we would bring him to our place for his visit for a few days.
I was ready for a night out… dressed to kill in a black cocktail dress with a low V cut top that showed lots of cleavage, from my 40DD. A black lace bra, thigh-high black silk stockings and black velvet 5 inch heels that made me stand at 6'3". A lacy black thong was the only thing covered my bald just shaved pussy and my 38" hips, which was as ready as I was for a hot night out of drinking and dancing.
When I got to the club I found the two in the bar and as soon as Peter Fairfield saw me his eyes undressed me and I could see right away he was a boob man. When Tim introduced us he could not look me in the eye, but he had my boobs on his radar. We went into dinner and had a nice meal, I had Peter’s attention all the time we were at dinner and I could see he had me on his mind. After dinner, we went into the club lounge and listen to the small combo.
Tim is a good dancer and is not the stick in the mud that some husbands are, but as sometimes he does and talking with his old roommate, they both had too much to drink. Both men at 55 they wanted to party. My alluring cocktail dresses, that showed my full cleavage, and my other assets when I was on the dance floors had every ones attention in the lounge. After the first and only dance with Tim, he insisted I dance with Peter. Peter with his broad shoulders, and a rather full stomach and I guessed a skinny butt. He was, even at 55, a very handsome man.
As we danced, he complimented me on my dress and the way I danced, in general everything a woman wants to hear. I was not born yesterday and I could feel his eyes and hands all over my body. We had drinks and danced to the swirling, gyrating, pounding music, his cock began to harden and it seemed like he deliberately pressed his manhood against my leg. After each dance, he made sure he felt up my ass as we walked back to the table and he had his hand on my knee and on my thigh each time we sat down always telling Tim what a beautiful wife he had. His hands slipping under my skirt whenever Tim was not watching, the lacy top hide my hardening nipples as I responded to his touch.
The alcohol we drank all night began working on me and soon I could feel the sweet pressure of my pussy lips getting wet and tingling as we danced and pressed together, and the need to have a climax grew stronger He knew he had me getting excited as he rubbed my knees and inside my thigh. My eyes glazed over as he whispered in my ear how hot my thighs were. Than on the next dance, he must have got a stiff one because it slipped up to my mound and I felt it press against me. I smiled when he looked at me knowing I was feeling it. The touch was not lost on me as my eyes went wide and I let out a slight giggle.
“I think I have had one too many glass of wine.”
I could feel that he was not normal; huge might be the word to describe it. I actually felt it grow! I felt a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground against each other disgustedly. Sometimes I enjoyed being a slut, a whore, a cheap disgusting hot pussy. That was what he was making me feel like. His hands moved to my ass and pressed me into his bulge. Under my breath he had to hear me moan and gasp out in a whisper…oh good heavens!”
After a few drinks and several dances later, I had him, I guess it was I, getting bolder with his hands and Tim was way into the booze and was not aware of what was going on with his old friend and me. He had me getting hot and I had loosened up to the point I was in need of some cock. He began to tell me how his last wife, lost interest in sex, turned off by sex: or so that was what she had said to him. I told him that she was missing something or had missed being a complete woman, if she did not like sex.
“Marca I see you know what she missed and most women want it as bad as we like getting it!”
“Yes…oh yes, I like getting it…oh I mean…will, Tim and I enjoy sex!”
“She tried to tell me or explain that it hurt her when we had sex…so she said.”
“Damn is…are you…oh my, not many man are that…big…oh my!” My nipples were rock hard and he could see the outline of them though my low cut top. I knew he had a boner and I knew that with each dance I could feel a knot developing in my stomach in anticipation of what might happen if I were to let this go any further. God what a hung son-of-a-bitch he must be and he needed some pussy. When we arrived home and Tim was just wake enough to show Peter his room and say goodnight he was going fast. Tim insisted I stay and visit with Peter. I looked at Peter as if to say are you up to it, will something was up and hard! I was going to make this horny old boy cry uncle as he jerk later tonight: I was going to see that he had a damn good reason too.
I made sure Tim was in bed and than I went down stairs to find Peter getting one more glass of wine for me what I did not need, and he had one more Gin. We took a seat on the big leather sofa in the den and it seemed at once Peters hand was on my knee where it had been most of the night. I suspect he had been encouraged by my lack of not protesting or my lack of response to his touches. I know I enjoyed the attention I was getting. This time, I acknowledged the intrusion and put my hand on his and moving his hand away from my knee.
I was frozen…with the events unfolding in front of me, all thoughts of leaving him to say goodnight and get my ass to bed where I belonged had definitely faded from my mind. In a perverse way, I thought to myself, what an opportunity! How often a big cock like the one this man has does get this close to my pussy and not gets in. God how would I react to another man’s advances”? This was a friend of my husband and being fair to the situation, Peter was a good-looking older man, and I think most women would appreciate the attention from such a man. I felt my heart rate increase and I was breathing harder.
I will give this to Peter; he did not give up. Even as I brushed his hand away, he casually continued to search for me to show weakness, never giving away his intent to how he was going to master my mind. I pushed his hand away a number of times before I moved my leg over a little to try to escape him. After a while, I gave in a little and allowed his hand to stay on my knee. Even though he did not attempt to go any higher, I started to shake a little and I could definitely feel the beginning of a small orgasm building just thinking about his horse size cock. Instead of being upset, I found it strangely exciting.
Then he leaned over and gave me what one might say was a goodnight kiss on the side of my face. I did not turn away or try to avoid it. When it happened, a small thought shot through my mind; not turning away was the same as giving him an invitation.
I was right. Instead of leaving, he made a little more small talk and slipped his hand down on to my thigh. I moved my left arm across and under my chest and did not resist his touch. I almost predicted it as he suddenly leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. I let it linger a short while before I pulled away, laughed nervously and gently nudged his hand away from my thigh as I looked over my shoulder at the door as if looking for Tim.
“My husband would not like that…your bad, Peter!”
I think he could tell he was starting to get to me. My chest was starting to heave a little more and my breathing was coming on faster. I was squirming more as his hand had maneuvered high on my leg, up to the split of my dress. I sat sideways, facing him with my right leg crossed over my left, exposing my leg all the way up. After feebly trying to cover up, I gave up the cause and just let him look.
As we were discussing old times about him, Tim, and my days of modeling, I reached around to get an old portfolio album of some of my pictures from under the table next to the sofa where I was sitting. When I did, my legs opened and I treated Peter to a great open shot of my black lace thong. I heard him moan and I looked up to see him taking in my thong-covered pussy. I smiled at him as I looked back toward the hallway…and than turned to giggle as he continued to look.
Instead of him moving in close to me, he intentionally moved away from me a bit, causing a separation that made me lean over considerably in order to share the book. The result was the top of my low cut dress falling open even more, revealing a skimpy black lace bra that exposed the top of my nipples. He enjoyed the show for at least ten minutes before he started to make a move.
I had in this album only glamour shots and nothing less than a bikini on. I did have a few underwear poses but nothing wild or nude. When I did get to the underwear section, he said to me.
“Move over here so I can see that better, I want to make sure I see all the good stuff!”
I smiled and moved slightly and turned, making him look over my shoulder at the book. “This is the part I really wanted to see all night!” He whispered to me as I felt him move even closer.
I giggled, acting as if I were a little embarrassed. “Oh Peter your bad…you like to see models in underwear?”
“Well, sort of. What I really would like to watching would be you taking it off.”
I looked back toward the door still fighting that inter demon in me to get up and go to bed.
“Oh I don’t think Tim would want me to do that.”
“Marca I have known Tim…old penile dick…since we were 18 and he is the dumbest thing in the world when it comes to sex and you know it better than anyone baby!”
“Peter that is not nice…did you know Tim’s first wife and little girl?”
“Shit honey, every swinging dick knew his first wife…I lost count how many times I fucked her!” My mouth dropped open and I was in a daze. Peter went on to tell me that what Tim had told me about her was true, she was a preacher’s daughter and had Tim believing that she was so pure. In the real world, she was fucking everything walking. Peter said she had told him she did not know who the baby belong to, she just knew Tim had nothing to do with making it.
“Marca the woman was working in a topless bar when she had her first date with Tim. We paid her to have a blind date with shit head, after that he just kept coming back. Old Tim never went to a topless place therefore he never knew she worked in one. She told old dumb ass she could not date week nights and Sunday after church was OK to get a coke!”
“My god you mean she was not this pure holier than thou person Tim has told me about!”
“Marca all his friends tried to tell him that this was not the one, but he would not listen…hell we were all fucking her, everyone but her boyfriend! After the first date, she played him like a fiddle. Told him she had to be pure for him on her wedding night. After they were married, she told him they could only do it to have a child! Tim was a dumb shit when it comes to sex…motherfucker is a walking genius when it comes to making money!”
Peter told me how she had came back from the honeymoon, laughing about him being a virgin and he buying into the act she put on about her being a virgin also. They did a boat cruise and she fucked two of the ships officers while on the 7 day outing. He went on to tell me how after the baby came, Tim would stay home with the child and play with it on Saturday so she could get a break and go shopping or go to some church thing on a Saturday morning.
“Shit Marca she use to come over to my place and fuck me Saturday and I know of three others she spread her legs for on the weekend. I asked her once if she ever had a lover for the week day…she told me that they had a older neighbor, some old fart in his 50’s that she fucked once a week!”
“Marca the evening she and the baby were killed; she had been to see some horny big cock and while they fucked in his bedroom the baby played on the floor in his living room how do I know…she did that with me a few times when she could not get a baby sitter. Later that afternoon, she stop buy her mothers to have an alibi as to where she was. She called Tim knowing he was just getting home and said she was on her way.”
Do you know the full story how she was speeding and ran a red light, got hit by young teen that had a beer or two, under age? Tim has always told people she was killed by a drunk…the kid was not drunk! Pete told me that he did not think Tim ever got over it until one night a friend called him and said Tim had found someone who was helping him get a life…that would be me.
“No one ever told Tim that the baby was not his…god he loved that little thing, no one has ever told him that he married a whore! She was one hell of a fuck…old short dick as she called him…just never could take care of her…she fucked every thing and anything but Tim!”
While I was trying to grasp this (apparently true) new revelation, Peter had eased his hand down to the zipper on the back of my dress. As he continued to rub my neck with one hand, the other started bringing the zipper down in an excruciatingly slow descent.
“Oh, Peter, you should not say thing like that about your best friend, that is my husband you are talking about He leaned over to barely press his lips to my neck as he spoke. He was speaking so low that, I could barely detect what he was saying.
“You don’t get any good sex with him honey and I know that…so you have got to be getting it else where!”
I suddenly realized that he had unzipped me and he had really nailed me about the real Tim, because I suddenly shuddered and moved back against him. He did not miss the moment, forgoing the light kisses to bury his face in my neck. I turned my head slightly away from him, allowing him easy access to my soft areas there.
He moved from my neck to my throat, I looked away with an open mouth and a shocked look on my face. I wanted this but I had to play out the part of saying no to this over sexed asshole. When he eased my dress down over my shoulders and down my arms, I decided to draw the line; will act as if I was. I pulled away from his mouth, but my dress was already down to my elbows and my breast pouring out of the top of the extremely flimsy bra. He had very little left to remove at this point.
“You know we can’t do this, Peter. I’m married.” My protesting voice was soft but sincere.
“I know.” He gave me the response I needed to hear, but his lips went back to my neck and his hands moved slowly to gently cup both breast. I think I heard us both suck in our breath with the contact. “I am serious…we need to say goodnight and get to bed now!” I spoke with authority, placing my hands over his as he slowly massaged my breast. I made no attempt on my part, to remove them.
“I know. I need to go.” His fingers found my nipples, sliding them free of the bra and rolling them in his fingers. I closed my eyes and my head went back, unintentionally inviting his mouth to explore my neck even more. He moved his right hand from my breast and slid it slowly down my stomach. Rather than following his hand with on of my hands to stop him, I chose instead to use both my hands to try to dislodge his other hand from my breast.
That distraction was all he needed. Moving his hand on down, he slowly spread open my legs. It gave him an unobstructed view of my thong. He stalled a minute to admire the view and to test my reaction. When there was none, he slid his hand under the thong and gently cupped my mound. I could feel his fingers under the flimsy cloth as they began a slow, steady rub.
“No, Peter, please no.” It was a half-hearted protest; as I reached down to remove his hand. Instead of taking his wrist to pull it away, I placed my hand on top of his. It did not deter or slow him in the least. Instead, it might have encouraged him as my hand continued to ride on top of his in a way that; could have been construed as my assisting and encouraging him. In any case, he found my clit and it was bringing the desired results I wanted.
“No, Peter…please let me go…I need to go to bed!” I moaned it more than spoke it.
Ignoring my feeble protest, Peter moved off the couch, letting me lay back. Now he had full access to my mouth for the first time and took advantage of it, engaging me in a long, deep kiss that made me let out a little sound, and my legs spread slightly as my hips lifted to meet his busy fingers.
“Please, Peter…we can’t do this. You have to stop.” The words were barely out of my mouth when he teased me with his lips again and I eagerly responded with my own. Than his mouth slid down to take in a nipple. He licked it at first, enclosing it with his lips, making me turn my head sharply and causing a definite upwards thrust of my body. He quickly pushed my bra up off my breast, gorging himself on them, opening his mouth wide and filling it, sucking on them very hard and very quickly as it came in and out of his mouth.
“Oh my god my nipples…oh their so hard…oh me…Tim might wake up…oh we need to stop!”
My hand was still riding the top of his while his fingers now alternated between manipulating a hard clit and finger fucking my wet pussy. I had an appreciation of Peter. He was experienced and knew what I wanted. He pressed his luck, knowing he was in control.
“How does it feel Marca? You like that baby…you need more of this…I bet you need a big cock…my big cock!”
Before he gave me a chance to answer, he gave me another long, deep kiss and than he took my breast in his mouth again and suck so hard it was almost painful and at the same time, he buried his fingers deep in my pussy and pounded them in and out.
After fifteen or twenty seconds of this, he slowed and asked again. “How do you feel, Marca? You need a cock baby?”
I knew the answer and he knew the answer.
“Please don’t talk like that, don’t say that, don’t, ask me that! Oh yes…It feels good.”
Peter interrupted his actions long enough to pull my dress completely off my arms and unclasped my bra to be discarded. It took only seconds for him to strip me from the waist up and his mouth was back on my nipples, moving from one nipple to the next. His hand moved from between my legs to grasp and very slowly started removing my panties, not jerking them off, but rather sliding them down a little bit at a time, going from one side of my legs to the other to inch them down. I lifted my ass slightly to accommodate the final removal of my thong as he slid them past my knees and on to the floor.
“Oh Peter we got to be quite…we can’t wake Tim!”
He had me nude and laying out before him ready for the kill. “Get up on your knees.” He pulled me up and over on my knees facing one end of the sofa. I followed his lead, placing my knees on the leather seat cushions. He leaned me over and placed my hands on the armrest of the sofa leaving me bracing myself in an upright position. My ass was waving in the air at the same level as his hips as he was standing. Peter did not waste time taking out his cock; standing to one side as he brandished it so I could see it.
As it came into view, I let out a gasped and my mouth formed an O shape as I took in a deep breath as if I was ready to suck on it. Between his legs hung, a cock that I can only described as beautiful, just fucking beautiful! I had seen and had much larger shafts in my hand and up my pussy. I estimated that it must have been 8 to 9 inches long and a couple of inches across. It was not circumcised and as smooth as silk. His golf ball sized testicles hung loosely in their scrotum. I guessed that it was the total over all size of it that made it seem so attractive, that and the fact that his erect cock pointed in front of him like a spear ready to poke my pussy.
I did not respond as I looked at his cock and then back at his face.
“Do you like what you see…you want me”?
All I could do was nod yes and look at his manhood, a real full-grown manhood. In his soft low tone, Peter gave me a two-word command, “blow me”. I licked my lips…Inched forward just a tiny bit more on my knees, and extended my tongue. “Oh sweet Jesus…you are huge!” Twirling my tongue around the head, I slowly moved my lips forward to engulf the magnificent specimen in my mouth, filling my salivating oral cavity with a gorgeous thick throbbing cock.
My lips encircled the thickness, feeling how it was both hard and soft at the same time. Sliding my lips down the thick pole, I used my tongue to search out every nuance of it, every vein and bump of the object filling my mouth. I knew I must be doing a good job when I heard Peter take in a sharp intake of breath…tighten the hold he had in my hair, and say “good girl…you’ve been wanting that all night, haven’t you baby?
I paused from my task to take my lips away for a brief second, and looking up at him, into his eyes. Right at that moment, I knew he had pegged me for the whore I was. The quiet way that Peter had controlled me up to now, the feeling that overwhelmed me as I knelt and sucked on his cock…the sheer intensity of the boldness that was him… all of that combined to show me that the aching void inside me was about to be filled. I looked up into those dark brown eyes and was barely able to express my agreement.
Yes, this was what I wanted. Yes, I loved sucking dick, his dick. I was able to let out a murmured “yes… I love your dick, I love sucking your big dick” The overwhelming feeling was how, as I performed this act, how feminine I felt, how whore-like I wanted to be, how perfect this was.
Peter took the opportunity to stand, and step out of his trousers and his boxer shorts, then sit back on the sofa; thighs spread wide and invite me to continue my oral duties. I hungrily shuffled into place and like a starving woman fell on the pink snake that protruded from his groin. My lips, mouth and tongue were working together to suckle and feed from the pink monster. My fingers slid up along his thighs, stroking the flesh before finding his balls and one hand weighed them, they were like hens eggs, filled with cream, cream I wanted to taste, cream I craved.
My left hand (the one with my wedding ring on it) wrapped around the shaft as I pumped the thick long pole, and RAMMED my head down the shaft. Holding there for a moment as I gagged a little, then drew my lips, back…all the way to the end before SLAMMING back down, filling my throat with wonderful cock. I was a bitch in heat, with only one thought on my mind that was to give Peter the best blow job he had ever had.
I flicked my tongue, I sucked the head, I licked the shaft, I tongued his balls, I took it into the back of my throat, I gave that cock a thorough oral examination!! My hands worked on the shaft and on his balls, I was so determined to have his cream in my mouth. If I thought, I had any say in what was going to happen, he had other plans, Peter tightened the grip in my dark curls, and than he stood, with my hair tight in his hand, he SLAMM his cock into my mouth.
Using my hair as his grip, he proceeded to fuck my face. I tried to rise from my place on my knees, but his sheer strength kept me in place, I gazed up at him as he pummeled my mouth. I gripped his hips for support, and felt my heart beating faster and faster. He was getting verbal now. “You dirty little whore! You fucking love this; you need this as much as you need air. I am going to make you DROWN in my shit, you dirty whore…does Tim know he married a whore?”
That was another discovery, how hot I get when a man talks “dirty” when he verbally humiliates me. I could feel my pussy was flowing freely, my head ready to explode, and then with a final PUSH into my throat, he held my head steady and started to PUMP his cum into my throat. I know it is a cliché, but there seemed to be gallons of it. I swallowed, I was used to swallowing, but nothing like this vast quantity, I seemed to be gulping and gulping as he kept pounding into my mouth, bruising my lips, making my throat ache, but at the same time making my heart and soul sore. Some of it leaked round the shaft and dripped out of the side of my mouth…onto my boobs, but I got most of it down my throat!
Then he slowly pulled from my throat and mouth…I gulped in air, thankful to be able to breathe again, but a tiny drop of cum was still on the very tip of his cock, and leant forward to lick it off…god, so tasty!
For some strange reason, I felt more than a little embarrassed at what had occurred. I had just sucked off my husband old school roommate. However, Peter was very matter of fact. He sat back down on the sofa, and looked at me, his eyes boring into my soul. “So does Tim know you were, are or you still a whore…I know he can’t give you enough cock…tell me now you whore!”
I stammered a little…his gaze was so penetrating…I knew that my life that I had hidden from Tim was out in the open for Peter. What was I to say…then I realized what the only thing I could say. “I still whore around.”
Peter reached out and took my hand and with that asshole smirk he said to me…”time for round two” He pushed, prodded and pulled me into a prone position, bent face down over the sofa. His strong hands slid up along the sides of my legs, and he SMACKED my ass. “While I am here, I don’t EVER want to find you wearing panties, understand bitch? “
I blushed and nodded my assent “yes Sir, I understand!”
He spanked me again, twice on each cheek, I bit my lip and found his abuse to be so charged, making my pussy cream…“open your thighs bitch, lift your ass!”
He moved in behind me and pressed himself in between my open legs. Moving his hips slightly back and forth, he asked me again “Marca baby, do you want it”?
“Yes.” I finally replied.
“What do you want”?
“I want you to give it to me.” I tried to push back against him even as I said it.
“I don’t want to force you Marca, after all you are a married woman.” He started pumping into me very slowly, his cock obviously just going in no more than just the head into my pussy with each stroke.
There was a long hesitation. This asshole was definitely putting me on but making me beg for it, no man had made me do it this way before, shit he was good! I did not know the rules of this game and he did. I knew what he was actually looking for. He wanted me to ask for it and had the fortitude to wait me out; I had never had to do that.
As the massive head began to enter my waiting pussy, the intense pressure I had first experienced with Peter, instantly developed in my pussy and rapidly progressed into a sharp pain. "No, wait a second you are a big man, we need to go a little slower." With that, Peter ever so slowly inched more and more of his magnificent manhood up my longing love tunnel, giving me the warm feeling of fullness I so desperately needed to feel and secretly longed for since I had been with only Tim this past week.
“Oh this is so good oh god yes this is it…you are so big…it is so wonderful!”
He buried it in me now; long strokes going all the way in as he held my hips with both hands. He would bring his cock all the way out then reentering me all the way with each stroke. I turned my face so he could see it and I wanted him to see how I was ready to climax. My face was contorted, mouth open, trying my best to suppress my groans.
Shameless and wanton, I continued to roll my hips with each stroke he made into my love nest. I could feel my pussy clenching and unclenching, involuntarily, around his invasive tool just as it hand clenched and unclenched around my many big cock lovers over the years.
He stopped and pulled all the way out, stepping back slightly exposing his huge hard-on waving in the air. I could not believe it! He was going to ruin it for me he was stopping.
“Marca I think you are right it is getting late. I really should go to bed.”
“No my god no you can’t stop…not now!”
I was still on my knees, leaning forward and burying my face in the cushions on the back of the sofa. My hips were rocking back and forth slowly as if he were still in me.
“You don’t want me to stop”?
My silence only brought a smile to his face. “I should go, Marca. You know we should not be doing this.” He was almost laughing at me.
“No.” The cushion my face rested in stifled my voice.
“What was that”? He leaned over and barely pressed the head of his shaft into me.
“Please I need it…don’t stop…please.”
“What do you want, Marca?”
“I want you.”
“You want me to what”? He was going to press this all the way.
“Oh god give me some sex…make love to me.”
“Make love to you…did you say make love? You are married, Marca. You fucking whore…what do you want, then”?
“God damn it you big cock bastard fuck me! I need a big cock to fuck me!”
“Well, if you think it’s okay.” He took his hands off my hips and slapped my right ass cheek with his right hand and leaning over so that he could pinch my nipples with his left. The reaction he hoped for came in the form of a low, prolonged groan from me as I pressed back against him.
“Fuck my pussy, Peter. I want you deep in my pussy.”
“Baby I just changed my plans…I am going to stay and visit with old Tim for the rest of the week and fuck you at least twice a day if not more!”
I turned my head back and looked at him giving him a sly smile that told him I approved of his change in plans. He slapped my ass a few more whacks and than whispered in my ear as he humped my hot love tunnel.
“Marca baby you fuck only me while I am here…Tim does not get any ass, you understand?”
With my head down and pushing, back to meet his thrust I nodded my head yes and in a low voice said. “Your pussy only…yes I understand…this is your ass all next week…he won’t get any…I promise!”
to be continue...
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