The umber workshop

"So, what do count for in a man ? For me, he's got to be tall and strong, so he makes me feel warm and safe,"said Brianne, looking troll at her friends in the coffee shop.

"The well-groomed aspect,"said Eleanor."Especially the hair. I like to screw he takes care of himself."

"His eyes… and his smiling,"was Fiona's donation."If he smiles from his eyes I just melt."She rolled her eye and pretended to pass out, making the lady friend jest. All oculus turned to Tiffany.

"What does it for you, Tiff ?"asked Brianne.

"Cock."

The girls shrieked with laughter. Fiona covered her mouth, her middle encompassing with shock absorber."You can't say that, Tiffany !"

"Why not ? It's true,"she replied."Think about it,"she said with a wicked smiling on her face."All the rest is just window-dressing. I mean it's Nice if you want to be seen out in public with him or take him home to meet the family. But at the end of the day, all you really want to do is wrap your hands, and your mouth, and your bits around a big meaty cock, right ?"

Sir Thomas More shrieks of laughter.

"Well, I do,"she protested indignantly, but the glint in her eye became a smirk, and then she too collapsed in hysterical laughter.

Travis was sitting nearby, trying to enjoy a muted java as he organised the rest of his day, but he couldn't avoid overhearing their conversation. He looked Louis Comfort Tiffany up and down. Gorgeous, curvy, sexy and well dressed. Very prissy. ‘ Well, I've got a big meaty dick you can enwrap your hired hand, mouth and minute around any prison term you like,'he thought to himself, feeling the first twitching of interest in his pants.

As the girls got up to leave, Travis quickly gathered his matter and followed them. Outside, he turned in the same direction as Tiffany and Brianne, hoping that Brianne would turn off or derive to her work first.

He got lucky. As soon as Tiffany was alone, he quickened his rate and caught up to her. Walking along beside her, he said"Hi Tiff, how are you ?"

She looked at him, a little startled and then confused."Do I know you ?"

He shook his head."No. I'm Travis. I overhead you talking to your admirer in the chocolate shop."He grinned.

"Oh."

Her cheek flushed a trivial, but before she could react, he spoke again."If ever you're bored or lonely, I have seven inches of big meaty cock that would get it on to entertain you."

That stopped her in her trail, her eyes spacious and her oral cavity undefended. The impertinence of the man ! How dare he he ! She was speechless.

"Here's my card,"he said, smiling."springiness me a phone call, anytime you'd like seven column inch. Bye."

He smiled again and walked away.

Tiffany stood motionless, stunned. Then she looked down and realised she had taken his posting. He was form of nice looking, and he did have a grinning that would do Fiona wet her panty. Did he really have an seven-inch stopcock ?

She came to her senses and scolded herself for thinking that way. What a heart, propositioning her so bluntly, and in the street ! She had been approached like that before of course, but usually by stumbling incoherent wino in cabaret. This man was presumably stone-cold sober, and it was number one affair in the morning ! She was shocked.

By the time she arrived at her desk she was laughing to herself at the absurdity of the incident, and quickly texted the girls to contribution her story. She received a storm of shocked and suggestive emojis in return.

Throughout the day, her efforts to boil down were interrupted by sentiment of Travis and his seven-inch hammer. It had been a while since her utmost boyfriend. She was constantly horny, and her fingerbreadth and vibrator only provided the canonical Service. The thing she could do with seven column inch ! If he was telling the truth, which was doubtful, it would be her biggest cock yet.

She scolded herself for the second meter that day when she realised she was actually contemplating hooking up with a guy based purely on the size of his cock. Despite what she had told the girls earlier, a guy did require to make some former appealing qualities, too. She would always get to know him a little first off, to ensure he was nice before jumping into bed with him.

Closing her optic, she imagines slowly sliding down onto a full phase of the moon thick seven-incher ; the delicious sensation of its tongue-slicked school principal penetrating her, its girth stretching her all-encompassing, its length filling her to capacitance and beyond, pushing up against her insides, forcing its way deeper inside her than she thought potential ; that hot stiff perch throbbing inside her in a way that no vibrator could ever truly emulate as it rams into her relentlessly, almost tearing her apart ; an exquisitely painful pleasure topped only by the internal firework display of a thunderous orgasm as her knock about nerve-endings explode in ecstasy, in shockwaves that surge through her intact body, leaving her breathless, and tingling all over.

The phone ringing on her desk jolted her back to world. As she answered she became aware of the heating in her cheek and the moistness between her thigh. She realised she had already decided ; she must detect out if Travis is the real deal.

As the day progressed, she tried to romanticise the situation. Tiffany and Travis sound like a delicious young couple - bickering and Trav - but her conscience, and the craving sensation between her thighs, reminded her of the accuracy ; she just needed cock. Preferably a big one.

She finally plucked up the courage to text the turn on Travis's business add-in, but she was careful :

"You gave me your lineup this morning time, after the chocolate store. Just in fount this isn't your existent issue, what are our gens ?"

The reply came back quickly :"Tiffany and Travis."

"Have you really got seven inches ?"

"Lol. Meet me tonight and you can retrieve out for yourself."

"Not so fast, stranger. I want to see the goods before I go out of my way and end up disappointed. motion picture please."Louis Comfort Tiffany blushed at her brass but hurried from her desk to the seclusion of a john cubicle in eager prevision. She didn't have to hold off long. less than five minutes later her phone pinged several times.

The starting time pic was of his face, grinning at her mischievously. The scope suggested he was also in a toilet cell. Good. At least he wasn't a pervy exhibitionist.

The next few picture show took her intimation away. He did indeed accept a full seven inch, and she saw every one of them in splendiferous close-up detail, including one with a ruler as substantiation of his distance. She was wet again.

He texted her : So, it's Fri. If you're not at employment tomorrow, how about meeting tonight, to sample the goods for yourself ?"

She was going out with the girls, so she could order to meet him later in the evening."I'll text you when and where later, when I'm out with my friends."

She was on border for the remainder of the day, and got fiddling work done.

Later that evening, the girls noticed she was knocking the drinks back faster than rule. She hadn't told them and was planning to wee an apology to ‘ go home'early, but in the end, she couldn't keep her orphic any longer.

There where shrieks of electric shock and laughter as she showed them the moving picture and told them of her plans. Tiffany guessed they were all a little envious at the thought of the beast she was planning to ride that nighttime, despite their protests at her shamelessness. She confessed that she needed a little dutch courage as she downed another potable before texting Travis.

Her friends left her in the pub and went on to a cabaret. She stood nervously near the bar, watching the door. He saw her as soon as he walked in, smiled, kissed her on the cheek, and got them drinks.

They sat and talked for a spell. He had a skilful horse sense of temper, and he worked for a charity which suggested he was kind and lovingness. He certainly sounded like a nice, genuine guy, and Tiffany decided she liked him.

Eventually, Travis brought the conversation around to the reason for their merging."So, I live five transactions away by taxi. How about you ?"

"About twenty dollar bill,"she replied, suddenly feeling a fiddling nervous.

"My plaza, then ?"he suggested, and she nodded.

As soon as they stepped outside, he took her in his coat of arms and kissed her. They stood in a doorway kissing for several minutes before they flagged down a overtaking cab. In the binding, they held hand and made little talk, and Tiffany felt unwind and comfortable with him.

He had a tea cosy one-bedroomed flat that he kept squeamish and neat, unless he had tidied up for her. He asked her if she wanted a drunkenness, but she declined, asking for the bathroom instead.

This was the easiest way to turn back a guy out. She was pleased to chance that the toilet was immaculate too. He moisturised, she noticed. No rubber in the can locker, but logically, he would keep them by his bed if he used them. She didn't have any. She was too embarrassed to buy them, which she knew was silly, but she felt that buying them said something unattractive about her.

rear in the support room, they kissed again before he led her through to the sleeping room. The wall and bedding were purpurate. The room was illuminated by a piano warm glow from the bedside lamps. It was a warm and comforting place.

"Lights on or off ?"he asked her.

"On is fine."She wanted to see the brute, not just feel it.

They kissed again and he unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in matching skin-coloured bra and panties. She worked out regularly, and ate sensibly, and she knew she looked good.

"Wow,"he breathed as he looked at her, and she smiled, please by his response. He quickly undressed down to his shorts and they embraced, kissing and cuddling, enjoying the skin contact as their bodies pressed together.

When they parted, she kneeled and removed his shorts.

"Oh, my !"she exclaimed. Even voiced, his cock was longer and boneheaded than average. She took it in her hired hand and gently massaged it, feeling it respond to her ghost immediately. She watched in awe as she persuaded it to grow to its full imperial seven inches, longer and thicker than any she had ever seen or touched before. Accommodating it was not going to be prosperous. She wondered how a good deal she could take in her mouth. She was quite proud of her deep-throating acquisition, but this cock was huge.

She masturbated him firmly with both hands as she licked the tip, swirling her tongue around it, enjoying Travis's moans of pleasure. Then she kissed his cock from the tip all the way down to his balls and back up again, finally taking the whole of the enormous brain in her mouth and sucking hard. Travis gasped. Working his irradiation with one hand, she couldn't touch her pollex with her fingers, it was so thick. She gently massaged his clod and began bobbing very slowly. She noticed that he seemed to have bigger than norm balls, and wondered if they would fritter away a bigger than intermediate warhead.

Each fourth dimension she bobbed she took a little to a greater extent of his length into her mouth. His dick was so duncish that even with her mouth wide open he was a tight fit, and she was wary of catching his more tender areas with her teeth. She sucked hard as she took him in a picayune deeper, and brushed her tongue over the tip as she withdrew. He gasped and moaned with delight.

She gagged the first metre the tip hit the spine of her pharynx. Making a conscious effort to open her throat wider she did it again, taking him mysterious. Slowly and steadily she swallowed more and to a greater extent of his distance into her throat with each bob until, eventually, her nose nuzzled up against his stomach.

She couldn't believe it ! She had the whole of his steel-hard seven inches in her mouth. She could palpate it sliding in and out of her throat, filling it to capacity. It felt magnificent.

"Oh god,"he moaned."No-one's ever managed to do that before."

Withrawing him completely from her rima oris, she looked up at him.

"Fuck my face,"she breathed."Hard and fast. I want to swallow your load."

He did as she asked. Putting his hands on the rachis of her head to prevent her pulling away, he plunged his full length straight back down her pharynx, making her gag. Holding her firmly, he began pumping his rosehip as fast as he could, squashing her olfactory organ against his tummy with every thrust.

Her breathing was staccato. He could discover her suck in and blowing out bantam short breaths as he repeatedly rammed his cock down her throat. This fille was good, and her oral cavity and throat felt amazing. Thrusting his pelvis even faster, he felt his prick pounding, each pulse growing strong and coming faster than the last. Suddenly he was cumming. Grunting loudly, he jammed her typeface against his body and held it there as he pumped jet after jet of his hot semen down her throat, directly into her stomach.

When he released her, they were both breathless. He sat on the bed and she straddled him. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed and cuddled for a while. Tiffany's head was in a vortex. She could scarcely consider she had just taken the whole of his monumental cock down her throat and was proud of herself. He would involve clip to recuperate before she could ride him, so it was his turn to pleasure her now.

She stood up and stepped back from him, letting him watch as she removed her bra. Then she turned her back to him and bent at the waist as she took off her step-in, showing him everything she had. As she turned to face him again, he saw that she was clean-shaven and nodded with favourable reception.

She looked stunning. She was beautiful, with a remarkable figure that she clearly worked hard to maintain in everlasting condition. Her tenacious smooth peg swelled out to slue shapely hips, accentuated by her bantam waist, and topped by perfectly proportioned breasts ; full, round and firm-looking, with large, inviting tit pointing slightly heaven-wards. She took his breath away. Everything about her was heavenly.

She straddled him again, as he cupped her breast and squeezed them gently. They were business firm, with easy affectionate skin, and her mamilla were already hardening to his touch. She pushed him onto his backrest and shuffled forward, lowering first one breast and then the other to his rima oris, so that he could suck her nipple as he continued to massage her breasts.

She let him continue for various hour, thrilling at the sensations shooting through her physical structure from her nipple down to her groin. She was hot and wet. She wanted to feel his mouthpiece between her legs.

roll off him, she laid on her binding with her ramification spread blanket, and Travis knew what she was asking him for. Starting with one foot, he planted tiny delicate kisses from her toes all the way up to her inner second joint, stopping at the crease, just short of the delicate lips that awaited his tending. He kissed up and around her mons, avoiding orchestrate impinging with her clitoris, down the creese at the top of her other thigh, and down to her former foot.

He repearted this various sentence until she was squirming her hips, trying to get him to kiss her clit. When he laughed, knowing how much he was teasing her, she grabbed his head with both bridge player and mashed his lips against her, grinding her hips up and down and moaning loudly with relief.

He flickered his tongued, parting her already wet mouth and making direct contact with her clitoris, and she moaned louder. Then he sucked it gently and she arched her back, gasping.

He gently slid one digit inside her, finding and massaging her g-spot as he began flickering his tongue over her clit again. Gradually increasing the speed and pressure of both, he felt her responding. Her body undulated beneath him, and her breathing grew ragged.

She started making soft humming auditory sensation as he continued to lick and knead her, the sales pitch and loudness rising to a loud cry as her whole body shuddered and spasmed in matured sexual climax for what felt like an age to her, until she could consume it no longer and pushed his head away.

Travis laid on his backrest next to her, and she rolled towards him, cuddling into him as she recovered.

After a few moment, he felt Tiffany's mitt change of location from his pectus down across his belly, until her fingerbreadth curled around his resting cock. It slowly came to life as she gently squeezed and tugged it. She felt it thicken and stiffen in reception to the tinge of her fingers.

Once he was fully erect, she straddled him. Poised above him, she guided the tip of his cock to her scuttle and lowered herself onto it. She felt the egotistical point pressing against her as her organic structure resisted and then yielded, taking the first inch inside her. He already felt too across-the-board for her and she paused. Slowly and cautiously, she slid herself further down onto him feeling her inside being stretched every inch of the way, but she was still wet, and he entered her smoothly and easily.

She paused to the highest degree of the way down onto him, already mindful that the head of his cock was pushing up against her cervix. She pulled up and slid down to the same point several times, preparing herself before gently sinking down all the way. The pressure pushing up against her interior was intense for a few moments, but then it subsided as her physical structure adapt and finally accommodated his full distance. She sighed with delight and relief.

Travis reached up and cupped Tiffany's breasts again, massaging them, and caressing and pinching her pap as she began to roll her hips.

She discovered very other in her sex biography that she preferred to be on top at least some of the clip. Maybe it was vernal inexperience, but nigh young men didn't seem to know how to use their hammer to please her. They knew what felt honest for them and focused on that. When she was on top, she was in control, and found she could use a guy's tool to realise herself feel good. Once she had cum, she liked to lie beneath him and let him pound her hard and fast. That could also make her cum if he had enough stamina, but that wasn't too important if she'd already cum once. She just enjoyed getting fucked that way.

Travis's dick was definitely the braggart that Tiffany had ever ridden, and not only did it feel amazing to be completely filled by such an enormous animal, she found she could mount it more enthusiastically than any former she'd had without worrying it might accidently pop out and interrupt the flow.

She ground down on it as hard as she could, leaning forward and supporting her weight on the wall above the bed. Travis's attending to her nipple was turning her on, sending divine tingling sensations rippling through her torso, and she ground her clit relentlessly against his pubic ivory, feeling her indorse orgasm boiling up inside her.

He sensed she was getting tight and began rocking his hip joint in perfect timing with her, penetrating her even deeper, heightening the intensity of the orgasm that ripped through her just moments later, her inner muscles pulsing and squeezing his putz tight, trying to suck him in deeper and milk him dry.

As her coming slowly faded away, she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his blazon around her and, without coming out of her, he flipped her over so that she was beneath him. Spreading his knees extensive, either side of her rose hip, he lifted her legs high. He pinned her hands to the pillow either position of her psyche and began fucking her.

His first few jab were obtuse and patrician, but then he quickly increased his pace and military posture until he was slamming himself into her with every ounce of his force, ramming her deeply as fast as he could.

Tiffany had barely recovered from her irregular coming, and she was suddenly on her back with that tremendous wildcat pounded her so concentrated she thought she might be seriously wound, but it felt splendiferous. Way too sound to stop. Her eubstance agreed. Just as the last pulsation of her previous orgasm dissipated new ones began welling up inside her, but this wasn't a clitoral coming it was vaginal. Her interior muscles convulsed and spasmed involuntarily, clutching at the enormous cock plunging into her, until her nerve-endings fired uncontrollably. She felt she was on fire inside, and then so hot that she was melting, turning to boiling water supply, and all the sentence her inner muscular tissue were throbbing and pulsing. She knew she was screaming but couldn't stop.

Neither could Travis. Panting hard, he drove himself on. Tiffany was incredibly wet, and soaking wet, and the belief was incredible. The pressure building inside him was insane. His cock was throbbing like a beacon light and getting stronger and stronger. Each pulse came faster than the survive. With each thrust, he could feel himself slamming into Louis Comfort Tiffany's cervix. He could sense her orgasming, her muscularity clenching and releasing him non-stop as she wailed in uncontrollable Adam, and it pushed him over the edge.

His own climax hit him like an erupting volcano, with intense plosion after intense explosion, until even after it had stopped, he could still feel his semen streaming out of him for several seconds longer.

It took a while for them both to recuperate, stretched out on the bed. Tiffany realised that they hadn't used a condom. The sentiment hadn't even entered her mind once they had started. She was glad. Covering up that magnificent seven-inch creature to sit on it would have been a wasted opportunity. She was happy she had felt it for literal. cutis on skin. Bareback. She was on the anovulant, so getting pregnant wasn't an issue, which was just as well, because his bigger than average testicle did indeed shoot swelled than fair loads.

Eventually, Travis sat up.

"Come on. Let's get a shower."

Tiffany shook her head."No. I can't get up. I've got no bones."

He pulled her to her feet and led her to the john. Turning on the cascade, he stepped into the cell and pulled her in behind him. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. She responded, as they let the warmly body of water cascade over their bodies. They lathered up with soap and washed each other.

When they were dressed, they sat in his kitchen. He poured her a drinking and prepared some food for them. As they sat eating, he smiled at her."So, are you glad you got to wrap your helping hand, mouth, and bits around my big meaty stopcock, then ?"

She returned his smile."My hands and backtalk, definitely. As for my bits, I'll let you know if I can still walk tomorrow."

They laughed.

Then she added,"thinking about it, the more we do it, the quicker my bits will get used to it. Shall we do it again tomorrow night ? ”