Sex in the Sky

I’ve been married for ten years now and I can’t complain a bit. My wife is a lovely woman who has little hesitation to try new and exciting things. A few years into our marriage we met a great couple that we shared a lot of interests with. Eventually we got into some “soft swapping”, had some great fun playing around, and still get together on occasions. Lately I had been having thoughts of playing with another guy. My roommate and I experimented a bit in college with mutual j/o and light oral action, and I found that I liked the feel of another man’s cock. It wasn’t something we did very often…usually after watching porn with too much beer was our usual excuse. I hadn’t thought much about it at all for the past twenty years, but now found myself wanting the experience again.

I asked Beth if she would consider trying an MMF threesome. She did give the idea careful consideration, but decided that really wasn’t something she wanted to do, and was certain that the male half of our couple friends would be opposed to the idea. I knew she was right about our friends. Even during our swap sessions, it was clear that there would be no contact between the guys. Beth did surprise me by suggesting that maybe this was something I could explore on my own. After all, she and Tracy had gotten together for a “girls night out” on several occasions. I really thought it was just a fleeting fantasy, but decided to check out the adult personals sites and see what was out there.

Having just turned forty, I still looked pretty good, even if I say so myself. Standing six feet tall, 165 pounds with a 32-inch waist, and a well-toned body from years of running and playing basketball, I felt good about my appearance despite the random gray hairs sprouting from my reddish-blond hair. Using a digital camera and a tripod, I took some pictures of myself clothed and nude and decided to place an ad on a popular adult site. I know many of the people on those sites tend to exaggerate or just flat-out lie about themselves. I could never understand why anyone would do that if you really want to meet someone. I made a sincere effort to be upfront and honest as I could convey in the small ad space. I listed myself as married, but looking for a male friend for special fun alone, and that my wife was aware of my other interests. If nothing else, it was entertaining to browse through the other ads.

My ad had been running for nearly two months without much of anything interesting happening. I had met two guys who clearly misrepresented themselves, and walked away. Some of the chat sessions were interesting, but often went nowhere. One evening I received an unusual page for a chat session. It simply read; “I know you…you’re hot…let’s chat” from a guy known as Horny14U. Before I accepted the page, I checked his profile. He listed himself as being 28, married, straight, and athletic with no indication he was looking for other men. “What the hell”, I thought to myself, and accepted the chat room with my handle of BiGuy40.

I was the first to break the ice, and typed; “Hi there…wish you had a picture on your profile so I could know you. How do you know me?”

A few seconds later the reply came back; “Sorry, no picture available…want to be discreet. You come to my work twice a year…seen you there.”

That was hardly a valuable clue. I have a job in field service, so I’m at a different location every day, installing and calibrating lab equipment. He could be one of thousands of people I encounter every year.

“That’s cool…so did you just want to say Hi, or do you have something else in mind?” I typed, wanting to cut to the chase.

“Need to get off. Wife is pregnant and won’t do anything for me. Thought about finding another woman for a quick fuck, but can’t bring myself to do it. Blow job might be good…figure a mouth is a mouth.”

I was a little taken back by his directness, but found it somewhat refreshing from the usual game playing. “I see. So, you just want to bust a nut…that’s fine with me, but interested in helping me out at all?

Several minutes seemed to pass before he finally replied, “Never been with a guy, just tired of jerking myself off. Not into anything else.”

Needless to say, I was a little disappointed. It had been a long time since I sucked another cock and was anxious to try it again, but wasn’t sure I wanted a one-way transaction. “Sounds like it could be fun, but I need some relief too. Have you thought about finding a glory hole in some porn shop?” I suggested, thinking maybe I could help him out in some way.

“Don’t want to be seen in a place like that. Sorry I bugged you…thinking with my dick and not my head.” And with that last line he left the chat room.

I left him an email message, suggesting we could make other arrangements, but never got a reply. A few days later his profile was turned off. I just chalked it up to another dead-end. There were other messages and chat offers, but nothing seemed appealing. I decided to give up on the experiment and eventually deleted my ad as well.

A month went by and work was hectic as usual. I was in a town about two hours from home moving equipment for a customer from their old facility to a new building. Charlie had been working there many years and I usually called on him when I arrived to do his service. For two days Charlie and I moved pieces from the old to the new building. On the third day, I was to start installing everything in the new facility, but Charlie needed to stay in the old place to coordinate computer issues. Jason, who I had seen there for the past two or three years, volunteered to be my escort. He was a nice guy, and I was glad to have someone to talk to in the still largely vacant building.

Much of the morning was uneventful. Jason met me at the new building, let us in with his key card, and I started moving equipment to its proper location. Jason was in and out of the area, taking phone calls, and doing whatever he had to do. After lunch, he stayed with me and watched while I completed an endless string of tedious tasks. He did his best to make small talk, but seemed a little on edge, and didn’t have much to say.

“You still playing softball for the company?” I asked him, remembering a conversation we had last year. He was probably their best player. Jason was in his late twenties, with a muscular but not huge build, wavy blond hair, and stood a little taller than me. I had thought to myself he was a nice looking guy. Dressed in cargo pants and tight-fitting t-shirt for the move, he didn’t look the part of the lab technician I was used to seeing.

“No…we couldn’t find enough teams to play, had to call it off this year. I miss the exercise.” He said, sounding genuinely disappointed with the situation.

“Looks to me like you’re getting plenty of exercise. Hope you don’t mind, but you’re in great shape…you must have been the star player.” I said not meaning anything other than a mild compliment.

“Thanks, nice to hear.” He said as I grabbed a box and headed for the small room next door.

The box wasn’t overly heavy, but was bulky, and it resisted my efforts to place it on the shelf over my head. I decided to call Jason in before I let it crash to the floor. “Hey man, can you come in here…just need a boost to get this on the shelf.”

“No problem.” He replied as he stood behind me, his chest pressed to my back, and eased the box into position.

My waist was pressed into the counter in front of me as he wrestled with the box over my head. At the time, I thought he could have done this standing along side of me, but really didn’t think too much about it. The next series of events, however, took me completely by surprise. After the box was secure, he placed both his arms at my sides, resting his hands flat on the counter in front of us. I was trapped in place, his chest still firmly against my back, when he brought his lips close to my ear and whispered; “I know who BiGuy40 really is.”

I was frozen in shock as he eased away from me, moving his left arm between us. I could hear the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. “Turn around.” He commanded as his right hand gripped my shoulder and spun me to face him. “I could really use your help.” Jason said as he firmly pressed my shoulders down with both hands forcing me in a kneeling position in front of him. I resisted at first, still in a daze as to what was happening, but soon caught on.

His half-hard dick was just inches from my face, protruding from the opened fly of his cargo pants. Even semi-erect it was a good six inches, and twitched slightly from his growing arousal. Memories flooded my mind as he grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into his groin. The tight curls of his blond pubic hair brushed my nose as he pulled me tightly against his stiffening member. Overcome with instant lust, I acted on instinct and began licking his cock from base to tip and guided it into my mouth with my tongue. His rod continued to pulse and grow between my lips until it reached a very thick seven inches. The heat radiating from his flesh was intense and I struggled to coat the invader with spit as he pushed me farther onto his pole. “Oh fuck yeah!” he grunted as he began to slowly piston in and out of my mouth.

My own cock was straining against the fabric of my khakis, struggling for release. Jason’s cock was no longer than my own, but certainly thicker, in almost perfect proportion to his bigger frame. My hands gripped the back of his thighs in an attempt to steady myself against the thrusts of his hips into my face. I savored the long forgotten taste of cock and the musty smell of his crotch as my nose passed into the folds of fabric from his pants and boxers. I longed to lick his balls and roll them around my tongue, but his frantic and purpose-driven thrusts gave me little opportunity to explore. I raised my left hand and grabbed his ass while my right slid under his t-shirt and caressed an impressive set of rippled abs. Moans of pleasure told me that he appreciated the attention. I could also tell from the jerking motions of his prick that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fucking shit, dude…you’re the best cock-sucker I’ve ever had.” He said panting as I teased the underside of his shaft with my tongue with every pass through my lips.

He came quickly and forcibly. I struggled to keep up with the continual flood of his sticky cream. Jason must have really needed to get off, as his dick shot thick streams down my throat in five or six heavy loads. I managed to swallow most of it…a real surprise, as my roommate and I never swallowed…the rest dripped down my chin and into a puddle on the floor. Jason tried to catch his breath as he placed his head on folded arms on the counter behind me. I watched his stomach undulate over my head with every breath as I licked clean his softening staff.

“Shit, damn, shit!” Jason said repeatedly as the fog left his brain and the reality of the moment settled in. He quickly tucked his deflating dick back into his pants, zipped-up, and left the room still muttering obscenities to himself. I was still kneeling on the floor with a raging hard-on pressed against my pants and a puddle of cum between my knees. At first I thought I had done something wrong, but soon realized that he had done something on impulse, and wasn’t sure how to handle it yet. I decided it was better to just leave him alone.

I rested a few minutes and allowed my own erection to subside before completing the task at hand. I knew Charlie would be by soon to check on progress. As I wiped Jason’s cum off the floor with a paper towel, I wished for a better experience. I just hoped he wasn’t going to be too hard on himself.

II.

After what I had been through during the afternoon, I couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel and rub one off. I didn’t see Jason the rest of the day, and wasn’t really surprised. I thought it likely he would call in sick tomorrow. I took a quick shower, sprayed the walls with my pent-up cum, got dressed and went downstairs for dinner. All through the meal all I could think about was Jason’s dick and how good it felt to taste cock again. It didn’t help that bratwurst was the daily special. I called Beth and told her about the experience. She was disappointed for me, but also shared concern for Jason. We both decided that he would be able to resolve the experience in his own mind in due time.

It was ten o’clock at night when I heard a knocking on the door of my hotel room. I certainly wasn’t expecting anyone as I watched television in my boxers and a t-shirt. I tossed on a pair of jeans and went to the door. Looking through the peep-hole, I could see Jason standing nervously in front of the door. I opened the door to a young man who looked visibly distraught. His hair was slightly damp, and was wearing different clothes from those earlier today. The nylon running pants and t-shirt made him seem even more athletic and showed off his toned physique.

“Look man…I’m sorry to track you down at your hotel…I’m sorry about the whole damn thing. I just wanted us to be cool before we saw each other at work tomorrow.” He said, still standing in the hallway.

“Really, I’m OK with it. If I didn’t have any interest in doing it, I would have buried my fist in your balls. Why don’t you come in for a while…I still have the two complimentary beers from the reception downstairs.” I replied as I motioned him in.

Jason chuckled slightly and seemed more than a little relieved, but hesitated to come in the room. “Thanks man, but its late and my wife is at home asleep…told her I was going grocery shopping.”

“As I recall she’s pregnant…probably not getting around well all the time…leaves you to do the chores, huh?” I asked, trying to relieve the tension.

“You got it. Like I said, need to go…hope I didn’t hurt you or offend you.” Jason offered as he stepped to leave, but didn’t quite make it.

“Get in here. I think it’s obvious you have more on your mind, and you should get it out in the open before you leave. Otherwise, you’re likely to have a very restless night.” I said sympathetically.

Jason just stood there for several minutes as though crossing that door was a major hurdle. “OK…one beer and I’m gone. I owe you that much.”

I was thinking to myself, “no shit”, but was really more concerned that he was OK. We sat silently for a few minutes, chatted about the movie on HBO, but he seemed visibly tense.

“Fuck it…here’s the deal, man. I left you in a really bad spot, and I’m sorry about that. It’s been hard to admit, but I really got off on your blowjob…more than I expected to. If you want, I’ll blow you in an even exchange and we’ll never bring this up again.” He said looking me straight in the eye as he swigged the last of his beer.

Looking at his expression and sizing up the situation, I thought this was the only opportunity I’d have to get Jason to really embrace what he wanted. I had been there before, and knew there were deeper fantasies waiting to get out. It was just a matter of whether he was willing to act on them.

“Great offer…but I think there’s more to the package then you’re letting on. I love my wife, and have no intention of losing that life. I don’t think you want that either. You’re here just to get off and nothing more…that’s all I’m looking for. You should just relax and enjoy the moment…were talking about sex, not a relationship.” I said swallowing the last of my beer.

Jason was indeed a very good-looking guy, and his offer to reciprocate what I did for him caused my dick to swell in very short order. The loose fitting jeans I was wearing did little to hide my enthusiasm as my cock snaked down the leg of my pants. Jason was seated in a chair across from me, and it was obvious he noticed my condition.

“Just pull it out and get over here.” Jason said as his eyes stayed fixed on my crotch.

I got up from the edge of the bed, walked to the door and locked it. I decided to see how far I could push this. I was horny as hell and wanted more than a quick blow and go.

“Stand up, take off your clothes, and get it up. I want to watch you stroke.” I said in a tone unusually demanding for me. I lay back on the bed, sitting up against the headboard and waited for the show.

Jason just stared at me for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. “Fine…if it gets you off…fine.” He said in a dismissive manner.

He had a more impressive body than my brief exploration would have led me to believe earlier. His torso was well developed, not overly bulky, more like a cross between a swimmer and a gymnast. The real prize was when he hesitantly dropped his pants. The familiar cock was mostly soft, but beginning to stir. It was his balls that really held my attention this time. I’ve always wished I had a set of large low-hangers, and Jason’s equipment certainly qualified. Each orb was easily the size of a large walnut, and contained in a smoothly shaven sack that hung at least an inch below his now six inch long and growing penis. They pooled between his legs as he sat back down in the chair and began slowly stroking his expanding meat.

My cock swelled to full size almost immediately and I loosened the button of my jeans to allow access to my swollen rod. I matched him stroke for stroke as I gazed at his near hairless body. Aside from some light fur on his legs, and the neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair, he was smooth as a baby’s bottom. I keep everything neatly trimmed, but don’t completely shave my balls. I have some chest hair, but could not be called hairy in the least. We were physically very similar, but my reddish hair and fair skin was a contrast to his tanned body with a swimsuit outline.

I took off my shirt and sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off my pants.” I directed him while I watched him stroke to full hardness.

Jason didn’t say a word. He just got up and stepped in front of me, his dick swaying left and right as he walked, those glorious balls resting between his legs. His hands went immediately to my zipper, which I pulled away and rested on my cloth-covered cock.

“Slowly…I’m going to show you what you really want. Kneel down and nibble at my cock.” I said as I guided his head to the growth in my jeans.

Jason did exactly as he was instructed without a hint of protest. He lightly chewed at my cock head through the material as I watched him from the large mirror on the wall in front of the bed. I had to admire his tight ass with its light covering of golden blond hair, and those impressive balls dangling underneath.

“Tell me what you want, Jason. Let me hear you say it.”

“Your cock…I want your cock.” He replied, his voice nervously shaking.

“Good answer…you can have it. Help me out of my clothes.” I said as I stood from the bed in front of him.

Jason stepped back and placed his hand on each side of my hips, slowly kneeling as he lowered my jeans to the floor. My cock hadn’t been this hard in years, and slapped against his chin as he released it from the cotton prison. It was equal in length to his, but slightly less thick. My balls were average by any measure, and hung loosely in the now very warm room. I stepped out the jeans and kicked them aside as I gripped my aching member and dragged it across Jason’s face.

Jason stared into my eyes from below as I slowly teased his lips with my dripping cock. I spread the pre-cum over his lips and instructed him to lick it from my piss slit. So far, he was an eager learner. With no prompting from me, he took the head into his mouth and slowly inched his way down, working hard to coat my tool in ample saliva. He was obviously new to this as he occasionally choked and gagged on my raging pole, but never backed away. About halfway down was all he could seem to stand before hitting a serious gag reflex. I developed a slow rhythm in and out of his mouth as I watched him stroke his rock hard cock below me. Other than his mouth around my dick, he still hadn’t touched me, and I felt it was time to encourage him. Reaching down to his arms, I pulled one had away from his own dick and guided it to my balls, the other I placed on one cheek of my ass.

After a few minutes she stood up, turned and blew a kiss to the workers. She quickly got into her car and drove off, embarrassed.

As she pulled up to the Inn, she saw Stan standing outside waiting for her. She quickly found a parking spot and raced up to meet him.

“Uhh…god?” she asked trying to hold back the laughter.

He turned and smiled “Hello Julia,” he said with a thick Jamaican accent. He squeezed her ass “Oh god, it’s even better than in the picture.”

“Yes…shall we then?” Stan said.

“Let’s go.” She said with a huge smile on her face.

As they went in, they started for the registration desk, but she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, “Wait here.”

She went up to the registration desk and said, “Hi, do you have a room that we can use for a few nights?”

The clerk tapped a few keys on his computer, and said, “Yes we do… but we are a respectable hotel, and don’t cater to your kind of people. Thank you…next please?”

Julia looked at him incredulously, and said, “What the hell are you talking about? You don’t cater to an interracial couple? That is racism, and we should call our lawyer and wrap this place up in so many law suits that your grandkids are going to need lawyers.”

The clerk said “No ma’am we cater to all types of couples, it’s just that we are a respectable hotel and don’t cater to the ladies of the evening…. Now, next please.”

“No, we are a couple on vacation from San Francisco and we want a room. NOW, please.”

The clerk rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Yea right, and I’m Maharaja Neil.

“Okay, fine, here is a room in a mostly empty hallway.”

“Thank you, Maharaja.” Julia grabbed the key and ran to Stan. “Okay we got a room for a few nights.”

Stan smiled and they both ran to the room.

Julia opened the door; it was a beautiful room, the hotel spared little expense in decorating. The room had leather furniture, artwork, a private balcony, mini-bar, coffeemaker, hairdryer, TV, in-room safe, fireplace, a hot tub and a huge bed.

She ran over and jumped on the bed “I think we can use most of what’s in here.”

That was when she noticed the bulge in his pants. She put her hand on his dick and asked him, “Would you like a blowjob?”

“Oooh. I don’t know if you want to do that. This particular snake might spit at you if you pet him.”

“Mmmm. I think I can handle that.”

Once she got his pants open, his cock jumped loose, and she was seduced immediately. Her heart began thumping hard again, and she got wet just looking at the amazing cock in her hand. It was thick and had a lot of veins running though it. It was getting harder and longer as she held it, watching it grow, and she could feel it getting firmer and feel the heat coming off it.

She wanted to be subtle. Yet here it was in her hands. It was literally a monster. She cleared her throat and slid from the bed. She gently licked the tip tasting the clean aroma. Concentrating on nothing else, she slipped her lips over the head and began taking the shaft. Easing back a little at a time, she closed her mind to everything else but this moment.

Teasing the back of her throat and only a little over a quarter of the way in, she knew she would fail to taste his. She let her tongue bathe him in her warmth as she sucked and sucked. She reached below to tease his balls making a mental note to pay special attention to them.

“Are you letting it breathe?” Stan asked her as a joke.

Julia said in dismay as she released the long hard cock from her mouth. “I’ve never really seen one like this, Stan. Do girls really like…you know, feeling it inside them?”

“Most girls are afraid, to be honest. They don’t want what they don’t know, I thought a girl as beautiful as you would have been with a guy like me before,” he said as he sat down on the bed in front of her.

“I haven’t.” She blushed. “But I’m glad I am now.”

And with that, she pulled back, allowing his enormousness plop on her lips. She met his gaze with one of her own and took the deepest breath she could muster.

She started slowly, first the head, slower, lower deeper into her mouth she pulled him. She felt him stretching her small mouth wider than ever as she made her long descent. Farther down now, he was tickling the back of her throat. Again, she sighed allowing her mouth and body to adjust to his size.

With a little over three quarters in, she felt the thickness as it slid down the narrow passageway of her throat. Two inches left. She met his gaze, up turned face, eyes locking, reaching around to hold onto his ass, she plugged forward skewering herself onto his cock. The bulge prominent down her throat, she sat there, triumphant for only a second before easing back.

Slowly, she pulled the monster from her aching throat but not her wanting mouth. As she was able to, she begun sucking at the skin, tasting the warmth and saltiness of his cock. She had taken it all and she was now confident she could continue.

Without losing the rhythm, she slid her skirt off and took off her shirt, letting her breasts free. He was obviously turned on, but he didn’t touch her yet. He just let her continue to get him off.

Pulling it from her mouth, with a loud gasp, she buried herself under the shaft licking and sucking his balls into her mouth massaging them before letting them fall free from her.

Her hands working their magic continuing to massage the thickness of his cock before she once again began her slow assault on her own throat once again plunging his massive rod down into the depths of her throat. she got down on her knees and took the glistening, swollen head of his 15-inch cock into her mouth. Sucking on him was amazing. He leaned back and moaned deeply. She started licking up and down his shaft, looking up at him, while he looked down at her.

Suddenly she felt his cock stiffen. “Oh my God, Julie.” And he let out a stream of hot cum in her mouth. Spurt after spurt hit her tongue, her throat. She drove her face onto him as hard as she could, and she felt his head push into her throat deeper than she thought possible. He shuddered, and held her hair and head down on him as he shook and cummed. It was amazing. It was beautiful. HE was beautiful in that state. She was in ecstasy, and the afternoon had only begun.

“I ho I did goo?” she could not get her jaws to relax enough.

“Mmm you did perfectly.” As he stroked her hair from her face.

Once he regained himself, he offered her his shirt to wipe her face with. She couldn’t wait to get him inside her. She wanted to know what it would feel like having a fat veiny dick sliding in and out, stretching her pussy lips and ass.

She excused herself and ran to the bathroom to freshen up.

In this bathroom was a full body mirror. She looked hard at herself in it, wondering if she was ready for this. She had been in a long-term relationship, but she dumped him over something as a silly as a small penis. And yet she still loved her ex. She realized that she wanted to marry him when she first met him. She admitted that to herself, standing right there in the bathroom, with her makeup smeared and her panties all wet. But she had a deep desire to be with Stan, even if it was just for his dick.

“Am I an animal?” she mumbled to herself.

She thought: how could a woman have such strong feelings of love for one man and still want to be pleased by another?

She tried to stop thinking as she looked at herself in the mirror again. Her long hair was a little tussled.

She eventually came to the decision that she wanted to fuck Stan. And she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. She knew it would be so good.

She saw herself in the mirror, from her head to her black heels. The ankle straps looked hot with nothing covering her legs.

And there she was, naked except for a pair of sexy heels. She turned and opened the door, and stepped out, ready to be taken and filled and delighted.

She found Stan sitting on the leather sofa. There was a small fire and some music. He was lying back with one leg up on the coffee table. His dark skin reflected the light from the fire. He was naked and was stroking himself long and slow. And his cock looked like satisfaction to her. It looked like a sword or a spear. She wanted him to impale her on it. She wanted him to hurt her with it.

She stood in front of him with her legs wide apart. He kept stroking himself. She began to finger herself in front of him, watching his penis grow hard and ready. She was so wet. Her lips were wet her fingers were wet. She was warm inside and her first real orgasm was on its way.

Stan looked up at her and said, “Turn around, let me see your ass.”

She turned her body, put her hand on the mantle of the fireplace but she kept looking over her shoulder at him as he pumped himself over and over again, looking up at her. She was getting off seeing him. She started to cum and for a second she saw Stan’s face, far away and lonely, She paused inside for a moment, but she knew she wanted Stan more than anything.

“Oh baby, your sexy legs and ass make me want to cum.”

She was close already, but hearing him say that almost pushed her over the edge. Then he drove his hand hard down to the base and hot jets came out of him and she lost it. She cummed on herself, looking back at him, her fingers in her hair, her legs apart.

“Fuck me, Stan. Fuck me with that incredible cock of yours. I want to cum all over you. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to kill me with that thing. Bend me over and give it to me.”

He looked up, not knowing what to say. He held his dick in his hand like a long wet sock.

She walked over to him, put one of her wet fingers on his lips. One of his hands rose up her leg meeting her lips. She looked down at his cock, already coming back to life.

She prepared herself, whispering quietly so that only he could hear, “Make this everything. Take all of him.”

He pointed his shaft up at her. She started to lower herself down. It was happening.

He looked up into her eyes and asked, “Are you ready for your first big black dick baby?”

She nodded excitedly he told her to go get on the bed.

Stan got up and joined her. He placed his head in between her legs and breathed in. “Yum nothing smells better than fresh pussy in the morning.”

“Do you have a condom?” She asked.

“Yea one sec.”

As Stan ran over to his paints and pulled out a string of condoms, he got one out and slid it on to his cock.

He position himself on the bed between her spread legs, and with his thumbs he pulled open the lips of her pussy, and slowly began to tease her clitoris with the end of his tongue as he slowly devoured her womanly juices. She began to moan. Her moaning soon intensified with the added benefit of her grabbing his hair on each side of my head, and pulling him into her waiting pussy. Her orgasm was mind blowing.

After it subsided, she slowly released his head and hair allowing him to set up. His cock was bulging once again. He slid three figures deep into the open willingness of her vagina, and began to manipulate the upper inside wall. This brought on another orgasm almost instantly. This one subsided as well fairly quickly, and as it did he patted her on the ass.

“Rollover baby, so I can slam your hot white pussy like it has never been fucked before or ever will be again.”

With her head down on her left ear, and her breast pressed against mattress she pulled her legs up under her giving her new black lover, complete unimpeded access to the nasty wetness of her white pussy.

With her ass in the air, he rose to his knees, positioning himself for the brutal penetration that he was about to inflict on her. With one hand he grabbed his large penis, aiming it like a missile directly at her opening. With the other he grabbed the right cheek of her ass pushing it inside and pulling her back at the same time onto the head of her new ‘toy’. He was sure that her pussy was wet and slippery enough to be able to handle the punishment that he was about to dish out. So with one hard pelvic thrust forward he penetrated her completely.

She let out of squeal of passion that raised the hair on the back of my neck. The only words she spoke were. “Oh my God.”

Not trying to truly brutalize her, he grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and began grinding this thick cock deep into her wet pussy. At first it was not much in, and out motion, more a steady thud as he slammed the head of his cock up against the opening of her cervix. Her body shook violently, and convulsed and she flushed blood red from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. He’d never seen an orgasm so hard in all the women he had brought massive pleasure to. In the moments following her climax he slowly withdrew his cock from the deep wet recesses of her freshly fucked pussy, and as he did she begged him.

” Please Stan put it back in.”

Of course Stan trying to be the good stud she expected. He guided his cock back into the deep recesses of her waiting vagina. He slapped her on the right cheek of her ass hard enough to leave my red handprint, and said. “So you like my big black cock do you?”

Even though her answer was not verbal, it was clear, and understood. She slammed back at him grinding herself down onto the cock with urgency in her moan that told him she needed more. Not wishing to disappoint her, he pulled back so that he had withdrawn his entire cock except for the head, and then slammed back into her as hard as he could.

Repeatedly he pulled out, and slammed back into her. Fucking her the way she needed to be fucked. The blackness of his penis became a blur as he hammered into her waiting pussy. The pussy juice was pouring out of her at an unbelievable pace, leaving a huge wet spot on the bed beneath them. He hammered into her for a good 45 minutes, through one string of orgasms after another before she finally collapsed beneath him.

She screamed with joy and lust in her voice as she hit another orgasm “GOD YES FUCK ME YOU NIGGER FUCK ME.”

She rollover looked at him and said. ” Thank you baby. I think that’s just what I’ve been needing.”

“You’re welcome.” he said.

She looked up and asked. “Will you fuck me again with out the rubber?”

“Of course I will babe, but I thought that you would be satisfied with this,” As he pointed to his still large cock still in its condom.

“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “It was a great ride, but I need my pussy full of thick hot cum, and this rubber thing isn’t going to give me any.”

They both laughed. She pulled her legs up to her chest and stretched her pussy lips as far open as she could get them. With her left-hand she reached down and patted her freshly fucked wet pussy, and said. “Feed my pussy that hot cum sauce, don’t worry I’m on the pill.”

With that he fell in between her legs shoving his still large cock down inside of her waiting slit. He was amazed to find, that after the fucking he’d just given her with his huge cock.

As his cum exploded into her pussy she screamed with joy and had her most intense orgasm yet as she screamed “YES…OH GOD YES.”

He looked down at her shaking body and said, “You know that nigger comment was kind of hurtful and it WILL cost you.”

She looked up at him and said in a sacred, horny, little voice. “W…w…what are you going to do?”

He got up and said “Oh you’ll see.”

He walked back over to his pants and pulled out a tube. He came back and laid down next to her rolling her on to her side. He played with her ass hole. He slid some Astroglide on to his giant cock. “Are you ready for this.”

He spread the lube generously and liberally on his cock and around her asshole.

She looked behind her and said nervously, “Uh huh…lets do it.”

He stuck the head of his cock in her ass. It was a little tight at first but he didn’t force it and made sure that he had plenty of lube on. Once his head was in there. He had to let her get used to the feeling of it in her ass.

Then slowly, inch-by-inch, he buried his huge black cock in her ass. “Play with your pussy.” He whispered in her ear.

Julia nodded reaching for her bag that was leaning against the nightstand. She pulled it up on the bed and reaching in she pulled out the small vibrator. She started sliding it in and out of her dripping wet pussy.

Her whole body shook with a huge orgasm as Stan shot his load into her ass. She screamed “OH FUCK YES.”

“Yea your welcome baby.” Stan said as he pulled he cock slowly out of her ass.

He looked down and saw her ass hole slowly closing back to normal.

Julia sighed and rolled over to face Stan. “You know we got this room for a few days more how about we get together again and do more of that.”

“Okay baby,” he looked down at her body cuddling in against him. “So you like the black magic huh?”

Half asleep she said, “Oh yea…it is a great thing you got there, mmm I love you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Mmmm yea I do…” as she drifted off to sleep.

When she awoke a few hours later the sun was starting to go down she glanced at the clock. “Hmm 4:00 good thing I live close by.”

She got out of bed and started to look around for Stan as she rubbed her swore ass. But as hard as she looked she couldn’t find him. She saw a piece of paper on the coffee table she walked over and sat on the couch.

She crossed her leg rubbing her foot and read the letter; she was naked and wet. Expecting that it was some romantic instructions for her to follow and that Stan would be back any minute.

As she read it though her heart sank.

DEAREST JULIA:

LET ME START OFF BY SAYING THAT I HAVE THE GREATEST RESPECT FOR YOU AND THAT FANTASTIC ASS OF YOURS. YOU DON’T KNOW HOW PAINFUL IT IS FOR ME TO WRITE THIS LETTER AS I WATCH YOU SLEEP WITH THE SHEETS WRAPPING THEMSELFS AROUND YOUR SEXY BODY.

There were a few drops of what looked and smelled like cum on the letter.

YOU MAY NOT UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU ARE SO YOUNG BUT THE TIME HAS COME TO PUT AN END TO OUR SHORT STORY. IT’S NOT THAT YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ‘NICE’ TO ME. I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO STAY IN BED WITH YOU ALL DAY AND JUST FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR HOLES.

YOU WERE A GREAT FUCK, BUT LIKE I TOLD YOU BEFORE THIS ALL STARTED ALL THAT PUSSY AND ONLY ONE RICHARD. I WAS HONOURED TO BE YOUR FIRST AND TO HAVE THE ABILTY TO DEFLOWER YOU.

I THINK THAT YOU EXPECTED TOO MUCH OF THIS RELATIONSHIP WHICH AS YOU MAY REMEMBER STARTED BY ACCIDENT JULIA, DON’T GET ME WRONG, I THINK THE BEST THING TO DO IS TO PUT AN END TO IT INSTEAD OF TRYING TO KEEP UP SOMETHING WHICH HAS NO FUTURE. PLEASE DON’T CONTACT ME BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS I WILL HAVE BLOCKED YOU FROM MY CONTACT LIST.

I HONESTLY HOPE THAT YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE BETTER THAN ME BUT LETS FACE FACTS THERE IS NOBODY ‘BUILT’ BETTER THAN ME.

SO LET ME CLOSE BY GIVING A KISS FROM ME AND A HOPE YOU’LL BE VERY HAPPY BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT.

XXOO

STAN (AND RICHARD)

She wiped away a single tear that was rolling down her cheek. She got up, threw her sex clothes into her bag. She went for a shower to wash away the sweat and dried on cum.

She quickly got dressed in the clothes she was wearing before she arrived at the hotel. As she finished getting dressed she checked to see if she left anything there.

Not finding anything she opened the door and left the room.

She jumped, as the receptionist that she had met that morning and a few maids were there to meet her.

He looked her up and down “Okay your ‘husband’ has left, now we are a respectable hotel and I don’t want to ever see you around here again,” As he leaned in and whisperer “or I will tell the cops that a minor was brought into the hotel and got fucked willingly by two people of legal age I will give your descriptions, your names the whole 9 yards,” He leaned back and started laughing “the LAPD will go out hunt you down and throw both of your asses in jail and I’m not talking about the local jail where you to can fuck though the bars, oh no I’m talking about Riker’s Island, Alcatraz jail.”

Julia looked at him with a look of shock on her face and fear in her voice she asked. “How can you do that child prostitution is a misdemeanor at best?”

He gave a sarcastic smile and said “yea for one offence but I got friends who work at other hotels as front office clerks. We help each other out when we need it and if just 3 tell the cops what I told you just now they will hunt you down like the fucking slut dog you are!”

He pointed down the hall. “Now get the fuck out of my hotel.”

“What’s your problem anyway.” She asked.

He looked at her with an angry glare. “My problem is you…I hate the fact that people like you can come into a hotel, rent a room and just use it for sex…Now get the fuck out…NOW!”

Julia quickly nodded and ran as fast as she could down the hall into her car and drove away. She looked in her mirror and saw the reception guy scribbling her license plate down on a piece of paper.

She though what would she tell her friends about all this at the party in a few days. She quickly decided that because she didn’t want to branded a cock whore that she got fucked by a simple seven and a half inch penis.