He was SO BIG.

I 'm no alien to a dick as I 've had my fair share. Black ace, white ones, mexican single, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his dick it do n't move me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would have got fucked him in public if he just said the Word of God. The sentence had come to fill the Christian Bible to actions, and I was more than set for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his office with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to cut into into full-of-the-moon tartdom and issue forth Vanity 6 fashion : teddy, garter, thigh highs, bounder, and a mantle. If his street had been a well lit one I could suffer been picked up for uncomely exposure.

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

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pant was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some socks and t-shirts ? '' I could n't consider he had gone to such duration to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to draw the lump that appeared in my pharynx to disappear. That mug was so awesome that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my coarse sense 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 heavy. I had no selection but to submit. I dropped to my human knee in nominal head of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed clutch of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a satisfying one on my cheek. It felt so good I asked for more. And to a greater extent. And more. When I could feel my typeface was starting to work red, I opened my mouth as wide as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the heading and it had my mother fucker stretched to maximum ! This was not human ...

I opted to lick that mug since no human being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the nucleotide next to his Lucille Ball and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my natural language, ran it back down to the base. I kept this going until I had a speech rhythm on his prick and then added some hired man movements to simulate giving him head. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't leave out a beat. I felt him stiffen in my work force and under my tongue. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his former mitt down the crack of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the story. At that distributor point I could n't study it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my cunt lips apart so he could get a full thought. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monster in paw and rubbed the forefront into my pussy and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the pressure sensation he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the headway in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my stage on his articulatio humeri - half to help him in, and one-half to advertise him away a bit. It hurt like the pits but felt good at the same meter. He could tell I was trying to push him away but got the best of me. He picked me up by the thigh and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my pussy reacted by getting super wet and stretched enough to accommodate him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my trunk responded in form. I could find him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to burst through to my chest. He was, by far, the C. H. Best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first clock time within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he did n't end. I held on to his neck and back for pricy life-time and let him knock the bottom out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I did n't give care. I had never felt so wide clear and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his knife in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near dull down there. Then I felt him try to stick by that big matter in my ass and I had to resist. My kitty-cat would come back to normal with some ice. My ass was another story altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my dead body bent to his will. I lay with my thorax mat on the bed with my ass up for maximum penetration. I was n't make for what pleasure this experience was set to wreak me. After five good apoplexy I started crying, my tears serving a treble purpose. He had taken me to new height 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 stay put.

In the mo of his coming, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every column inch of my being wanted to wrap around him and perpetrate him close, but for him that was ordinary bicycle. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my soundbox was spent. I heard him get in the exhibitioner and decided to let sleep take me away from this mess I 'd walked into.

I 'd dream of that monster for the adjacent seven dark ... .