Straight Male / 40
Relationships And Sexuality Is Messy (and Hot).
This is a true story. Years ago when I really started to hit my stride my libido beat my morals into submission for a time. I had a habit of finding unhappy single and not-so-single women who loved reading erotica, particularly erotica written by a decently fit guy with a nice face and packing a dick that was 7 inch long and nearly as thick as a coke can. Or, rather, they had a habit of finding me.
That said, did you ever hook up with someone that you just couldn't get enough of? Someone that made you perpetually wet or hard?
That for me came in the form of 'Mary'. Mary was a short, petite, very cute blonde, with small firm tits, and a heart shaped ass. Mary was an artsy geek but also very much my boss and very much married to a dude that was monstrous in size. But, crucially to this story, Mary had gotten into and stayed in a marriage for the wrong reasons with a spouse who had some secrets of his own and left her hyper libido incredibly under-served.
Kids, relationships and sexuality are messy, messy things.
One day at work, while making small talk, I mentioned to Mary that I liked to write things. Naturally, when the question of "Like what?" came up, I snuck in the fact that I wrote some stuff that's not exactly friendly for work. At first she declined interest, leaving me a bit bummed, but when I came into work the next day she handed me a folded post-it note that read "I'd like to". Maybe it was a lack of caffeine that morning, but I asked what she meant as I was drawing a blank - "The stuff you write, the adult stuff, I'd like to read some." while sporting a cheesy grin. Fast forward, we exchange emails, I send her a story and wait for a response.
Radio silence. A day nearly passes. I'm off of work, sitting at home, when I receive a message 2 hours before the shift normally ends. It said that she went home early to play with herself because reading my story at lunch left her ridiculously horny. Flattering, sure, but I figured she was just stroking my ego, probably having gone home for more serious reasons - I mean, a manager going home early because she was too horny to work? Hmmm. In any event, some talking and scheming take place in the messages to follow, planning a day for her to stop over "as friends". That day arrives and she arrives wearing some bright lime green short shorts, clearly meant to get my attention - it did.
The small talk was brief. I asked her if she wanted to know what I felt like, she bit her lip and nodded in reply. Things went from zero to hundred in an instant. She wanted to live the story: no romance, just the hypersexual plaything of a thick dicked assailant. I gave her what she wanted - every inch, every drop. Nothing compared to watching every thick inch of my shaft disappear between her lips, her hands playing with herself as instructed, seemingly enjoying her mouth and throat being reduced to a hole to be fucked and filled. She sucked in a way that screamed "I NEED THIS.", draining me of every drop she could.
When I gave her mouth a break she told me that when she was younger she fantasized about a guy tying her up and doing what he wanted.
We were drunk with lust. Underneath me, on all fours, prone, against a wall... my hands, tongue and fingers explored and teased her before stretching and pounding every hole over and over for the next few hours. I almost stopped looking down as the sight of her pussy gripping my shaft as I thrusted was sometimes all it took. She said almost nothing, just moaning and shaking as I filled her over and over, taking as much cum as I could give her.
Our chemistry was unreal. It really was a fantasy fulfilled. That day and many more she came to me wanting to be my toy. Sometimes back at my place, sometimes in a car, sometimes in a public bathroom, she gave her body to me and I made sure we both enjoyed it. This lasted for a good 9 months but like all good things this came to an end for a variety of reasons.
No other partner or sexual encounter came close to those 9 months.
That said, did you ever hook up with someone that you just couldn't get enough of? Someone that made you perpetually wet or hard?
That for me came in the form of 'Mary'. Mary was a short, petite, very cute blonde, with small firm tits, and a heart shaped ass. Mary was an artsy geek but also very much my boss and very much married to a dude that was monstrous in size. But, crucially to this story, Mary had gotten into and stayed in a marriage for the wrong reasons with a spouse who had some secrets of his own and left her hyper libido incredibly under-served.
Kids, relationships and sexuality are messy, messy things.
One day at work, while making small talk, I mentioned to Mary that I liked to write things. Naturally, when the question of "Like what?" came up, I snuck in the fact that I wrote some stuff that's not exactly friendly for work. At first she declined interest, leaving me a bit bummed, but when I came into work the next day she handed me a folded post-it note that read "I'd like to". Maybe it was a lack of caffeine that morning, but I asked what she meant as I was drawing a blank - "The stuff you write, the adult stuff, I'd like to read some." while sporting a cheesy grin. Fast forward, we exchange emails, I send her a story and wait for a response.
Radio silence. A day nearly passes. I'm off of work, sitting at home, when I receive a message 2 hours before the shift normally ends. It said that she went home early to play with herself because reading my story at lunch left her ridiculously horny. Flattering, sure, but I figured she was just stroking my ego, probably having gone home for more serious reasons - I mean, a manager going home early because she was too horny to work? Hmmm. In any event, some talking and scheming take place in the messages to follow, planning a day for her to stop over "as friends". That day arrives and she arrives wearing some bright lime green short shorts, clearly meant to get my attention - it did.
The small talk was brief. I asked her if she wanted to know what I felt like, she bit her lip and nodded in reply. Things went from zero to hundred in an instant. She wanted to live the story: no romance, just the hypersexual plaything of a thick dicked assailant. I gave her what she wanted - every inch, every drop. Nothing compared to watching every thick inch of my shaft disappear between her lips, her hands playing with herself as instructed, seemingly enjoying her mouth and throat being reduced to a hole to be fucked and filled. She sucked in a way that screamed "I NEED THIS.", draining me of every drop she could.
When I gave her mouth a break she told me that when she was younger she fantasized about a guy tying her up and doing what he wanted.
We were drunk with lust. Underneath me, on all fours, prone, against a wall... my hands, tongue and fingers explored and teased her before stretching and pounding every hole over and over for the next few hours. I almost stopped looking down as the sight of her pussy gripping my shaft as I thrusted was sometimes all it took. She said almost nothing, just moaning and shaking as I filled her over and over, taking as much cum as I could give her.
Our chemistry was unreal. It really was a fantasy fulfilled. That day and many more she came to me wanting to be my toy. Sometimes back at my place, sometimes in a car, sometimes in a public bathroom, she gave her body to me and I made sure we both enjoyed it. This lasted for a good 9 months but like all good things this came to an end for a variety of reasons.
No other partner or sexual encounter came close to those 9 months.
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