He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a dick as I 've had my fair share. blackness I, white ones, mexican single, even an Asian one snuck in there one dark. When a man goes bragging on his pecker it do n't incite me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would receive fucked him in public if he just said the word. The time had come to take the words to activeness, and I was more than ready for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his spot with zip on. Literally nothing, not even a deep pelage. I decided to delve into replete tartdom and seed vanity 6 style : teddy, garter, thigh highs, hound, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could deliver been picked up for untoward exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his post as confident as can be. I whipped my ness around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The prominence in his pants was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some socks and tee shirt ? '' I could n't conceive he had gone to such lengths to strike me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to push the lump that appeared in my throat to vanish. That mug was so AWESOME that every opening on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my plebeian sense was telling me I would never walk or mouth again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nerve to get gravid. I had no option but to submit. I dropped to my knees in straw man of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my facial expression with it but I grabbed storage area of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a solid one on my face. It felt so estimable I asked for more. And to a greater extent. And more. When I could feel my face was starting to turn red, I opened my sass as wide as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the top dog and it had my shit stretched to maximum ! This was not human ...

I opted to puzzle out that mug since no human being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the base next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my tongue, ran it back down to the base. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his dick and then added some manus movements to simulate giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't overleap a beat. I felt him stiffen in my manus and under my spit. He reached around and started fingering my button which was already soaking wet and then ran his other hand down the crack of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the trading floor. At that breaker point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my chief. I spread my slit rim apart so he could get a full-of-the-moon view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monster in hand and rubbed the head into my puss and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my branch on his shoulders - one-half to avail him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt secure at the same time. He could tell I was trying to push him away but got the best of me. He picked me up by the second joint and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my pussy reacted by getting tiptop wet and stretched enough to accommodate him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my armorial bearing, my body responded in form. I could finger him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my pectus. He was, by far, the comfortably sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first time within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 second later when he did n't stop. I held on to his neck and back for dear life and let him knock the bed out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I did n't care. I had never felt so astray outdoors and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his clapper in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near benumbed down there. Then I felt him try to stay that big matter in my ass and I had to protest. My snatch would come back to pattern with some ice. My ass was another tale altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my body bent grass to his will. I lay with my chest of drawers flat on the bed with my ass up for maximum penetration. I was n't ready for what joy this experience was set to bring me. After five dependable slash I started crying, my tears serving a two-fold purpose. He had taken me to new heights with the pleasure he was giving me but I knew he would not be a kept man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a dick like that was n't going to stick around put.

In the moment of his climax, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to wind around him and take out him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my consistence was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let log Z's carry me away from this pile I 'd walked into.

I 'd daydream of that monster for the succeeding seven nighttime ... .