That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
We lay in bed, side by side, as I felt his cock slowly shrinking inside of my ass until finally it popped out, his load slowly dripping from my stretched and ravaged asshole. I felt like my whole body was electrified and I just kept panting, “oh my god, oh my god…” Our bodies were drenched slick and there was the funky smell of hot sweaty sex heavy in the air. I started giggling uncontrollably just from the shear pleasure of the experience. He gave my ass a sharp smack and gave a laugh, too, when he saw me wriggle from the hit. “Good grief, woman! I do believe you would be ready to go again, if I could.” As if to illustrate his point, he grabbed my sticky pussy and gave it a shake. My legs spread involuntarily, just a little and he said with a laugh, “My god, you are such a little whore. I’m headed to the showers. I’ll just send in the next 5 guys.” He laughed again, then jumped off the bed and headed out of the room. I heard the water running and I lay back in the bed, feeling that fresh fucked feeling, letting my fingers gently play in my swollen pussy. I had come more than ever before, and he was definitely one of the sexiest, best fucks ever. My mind replayed scenes as my fingers softly stroked my twat. I thought about him slapping my breasts and wondered; I think I would have run in the opposite direction if had asked me, but honestly, it made me so hot. Even the way he laughingly called me a whore. It didn’t come off as an insult, but almost seemed like a term of endearment. And that last orgasm was mind blowing. My ass felt stretched and full, but not sore, like other clumsy attempts from a previous friend. I thought about really not knowing this guy. Just a casual meet up. What if he did have 5 guys ready to fuck me? After all, he knew where I lived. Was he serious? I lay there enjoying that fresh fucked feeling I thought about how I would feel if the door opened and 5 more men walked in. What a site I would be, covered in cum; pussy swollen and stretched. The idea both scared me and excited me. Lost deep in my fantasy, I didn’t hear the water shut off, or the door open, just his voice, chuckling, “Oh, you really are too much! That is one sexy sight! I definitely need to bring some help next time. Now quit playing, go get cleaned up and let’s go get something to eat.” I blushed a little at getting caught in my private thoughts. I got up and headed to the steamy bathroom. The water was already hot, and it felt delicious as it washed over my body. It was like every cell of my flesh had been electrified. As I turned my attentions to cleaning my crotch, I was surprised to find it was feeling a little tender and sore. Strange, I didn’t remember anything that rough. My nipples were also very tender and were still jutting hard from my huge breasts and, what? What was this? I had a bruise on my left breast? I pawed at it to be able to see it better. I studied it. I knew that he had slapped and handled them roughly, but I didn’t think it was that rough. In fact, it really felt good at the time. But all the same, he had left a mark. A substantial one at that. The memory of that moment of was stirring me up again, but, no time to waste. I shut off the memory as quickly as I shut off the water. As I stepped from the shower, I heard the door open and saw him standing there, pants pulled on but not buckled, no shirt. He really wasn’t that great looking, but just…sexy. He just exuded sex. His lopsided grin as he looked at me. I pulled the towel across me at which point he exploded with laughter. “Don’t give me that coy act, girlie, after you’ve been screaming, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, for the last hour.” His high pitched girlie voice imitation made me laugh with a bit of embarrassment. He did have a point. I toweled my hair and turned on the drier. He just leaned in the doorway and casually studied me. “I like watching you naked” he said. “I love seeing your big tits, so fucking sexy”. I pouted a bit and said, “Well you left a mark. Now I’m going to have a bruise.” “Ooohhhh, poor baby,” he pretended sympathy, “I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. All I heard was oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” He grinned and I laughed again at his imitation of me. “Come ‘ere and I’ll kiss it and make it all better,” he said, as he moved towards me and started softly rubbing the bruised spot. He started kissing my neck and moved down to my breasts, lifting their weight to his mouth. At the touch of his mouth on my breasts, I drew in my breath sharply. He looked at me, studying me, and then said over his shoulder, “Alright, you can come in, she’s ready to go again!” I looked up to the doorway, a mixture of panicked, curiousity. “Don’t worry, babe, there’s no one there,” he paused, then teased, “This time. Now go get dressed.” He gave my ass an affectionate swat and left to do the same.