He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a dick as I 've had my fair parcel. Black ones, Patrick Victor Martindale White ones, mexican 1, even an Asian one snuck in there one nighttime. When a man goes bragging on his dick it do n't prompt me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the Word. The meter had come to look at the actor's line to action mechanism, and I was more than cook for him. I said piece of tail it to the formality and met him at his place with nil on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to turn over into to the full tartdom and total conceit 6 style : slip, garter, thigh senior high school, bounder, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent exposure.

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

And then I looked down. The bulge in his drawers was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some wind cone and t-shirts ? '' I could n't trust he had gone to such lengths to yarn-dye me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to thrust the stumblebum that appeared in my throat to melt. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my dead body was screaming to get close to it, but my common signified was telling me I would never walk or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nerve to get bigger. I had no choice but to submit. I dropped to my knees in figurehead of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a firm one on my face. It felt so commodity I asked for more. And Sir Thomas More. And more. When I could feel my face was starting to turn red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my back talk over the mind and it had my hoot stretched to maximum ! This was not man ...

I opted to lick that mug since no homo being could possibly fit their mouthpiece around it. I started at the root word next to his balls and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my clapper, ran it back down to the floor. I kept this going until I had a rhythm on his dick and then added some hand movements to simulate giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't miss a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my tongue. He reached around and started fingering my clitoris 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 base. At that point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my purulent lips apart so he could get a full position. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monstrosity in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice 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 return but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulders - half to assist him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like underworld but felt good at the Saame fourth dimension. 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 crack wet and stretched enough to fit him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my trunk responded in kind. I could feel him deep in my tum, feeling like he was about to break through to my chest. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first time within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he did n't stop. I held on to his neck and back for dear life and let him bump the underside 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 wide open 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 numb down there. Then I felt him try to bind that big thing in my ass and I had to protest. My pussy would number back to pattern with some ice. My ass was another report altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my eubstance knack to his will. I lay with my breast flat on the bed with my ass up for maximum insight. I was n't ready for what pleasure this experience was set to get me. After five good strokes I started crying, my tears serving a treble determination. 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 tool like that was n't going to stay put put.

In the consequence of his climax, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every in of my being wanted to enclose around him and deplumate him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an pick either - my dead body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let sleep drive me away from this flock I 'd walked into.

I 'd woolgather of that monster for the succeeding seven dark ... .