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(This story involves extreme sizes, be fairly warned)

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Interview days are, quite simply, exhausting. Placing my black framed glasses aside the tilted stack of applications and resumes, I leaned back in my high backed leather chair, my fingers caressing the corners of my closed eyes, pinching the bridge of my petite, slender nose, making sure not to muss my eye shadow. My full lips hung agape, my mouth drying with each deep, slow inhalation that caused my prodigious chest to rise on my chest, stretching the striped white blouse whose buttons were already clinging to their sockets, the top four simply unable to clasp over my immense, pert 36FF cup bust. Of fifteen candidates, each requiring as little as ten and as much as thirty minutes per interview, every one turned to jelly at the mere sight of my mountainous mammories; not that I’m insulted, they’re almost sagless despite their enormous size, dropping into perfect teardrops when released from the creaking, lace bra containing them. I have magnificent tits; it’d just be nice to know the two nights each week in spin class weren’t being wasted by getting a compliment about my firm, rounded ass or shapely, toned legs. One of out ten would suffice.

My fingertips rubbed at my neck, just below the earlobe, manicured nails trailing at the clip of my earring, massaging the pale, porcelain skin of my neck as I stole a moment to relax, brushing my fingers up through my lustrous, fiery locks that poured like a waterfall crashing on my slim shoulders. Decompressing from the latest failed applicant, a scrawny grad student with an oily complexion, my mind wandered onto the impetus of this entire ordeal.

* * *

“Jesus, Ronnie, if we don’t get a new treadmill in here, I’m going to cause a terrorist attack,” Lacy moaned, tossing her stethoscope onto the counter of the break-room before slumping into the chair beside my own. “And then that’s on your conscience. I’ll tell Fox News it was all your fault.”

“I know it goes against your nature, but try to be a big girl Lacy, huh. For me.”

“I’m trying to be a big girl, but we don’t have a stallion for me to steal back to my office to fuck for an hour.” Her voice raised an octave as she crossed her arms under her full chest, larger than it should have been for her tall, lithe frame. My cool emerald eyes widened, my pillowy lips tensing as I stared darts into her hazel eyes. Lacy was the amazon of our staff, ignoring their ancient tribal inclination to sever one breast to aid in archery accuracy, standing a sliver below six feet. I was the next tallest girl in the office at only 5’8″. She had supported herself through grad school as a part time model and the daily crunches and free weight work clearly became habitual, every striation noticeable from even the most subtle movement. Her physique retained its hourglass curvature, building sinewy muscle to develop her figure instead of simply losing weight.

“She’s right, in her own way.” The throaty heavily accented voice came from behind me, wafting from Denise’s figure in the doorway, her scrubs hiding her curvy figure, dark hair pulled back to reveal her flawless skin, radiating even under the fluorescents in the office. She was dangerously petite, but toned; a certified massage therapist who I can personally attest could work out the deepest kinks. “There’s something in the air, I don’t know. It’s worse than last year and last year we had Intern Austin.”

Standing, I straightened my blouse; the opened flaps framing a canyon of cleavage so thick and deep, even my head nurse and P.A. glanced down for a moment. “Flu season’s in the air. You’re both too old for me to be buying you sex toys. Intern Austin was an exception because he was useless otherwise. I’m going to relieve Candace at check-in, in the mean time, pretty please, with sugar on top, get your brains out of your cunts long enough to do your jobs this afternoon!”

But, that afternoon was hell. With one ear attached to the phone, trying to keep up with insurance providers, I routinely snapped my fingers to avert incoming patient’s gazes from my chest to my smoldering eyes as I prodded them for pertinent information. Noon to five in a blur, I didn’t even look up until Candace was giving the lobby a quick-vac once over.

“Hey, Candi,” my voice barely escaped my lips, its usual syrupy thickness cracking, my throat sore and hoarse. She glanced over without speaking, her dark eyes heavy framed in her caramel skin, her scrubs tight on the curving figure, plump like an acoustic guitar. “Do me a favor before ümraniye escort taking off for the weekend, put together any apps we have on file.”

“Are we getting a new Intern Austin?”

“We’ll see, make sure it’s only the discreet and professionals. Our secret for now.”

With the sun setting over the glittering cityscape, I escaped the office, taking refuge in a classy bar a block down the way called the Gilded Rose. The prices were high enough to keep out the kids, but it maintained an exuberant vibe to turn off the yuppie douches. I nursed my merlot, feeling the eyes of the men from the booth across the bar locked on the swell and heave of my breasts, my cleavage so deep and luscious I could hear low gasps with each deep breath, the buttons of my blouse threatening to rip from the blouse’s fabric. With the evening rush still hours away, the bar staff was contracted, but I felt feisty after the long day and when I saw the bus boy strolling by, I slid my forefinger against the stem of my goblet and pushed it off the edge of the table.

It shattered at his feet, which rooted into the wood floor, cool blue eyes glancing over into my own. “Sorry, how clumsy of me.” My voice poured out from between my lips, the corners twitching, feigning that they may curl at any moment into a lascivious grin, but never quite doing so. He was built as if by a sculptor, his jaw jagged, lips thin with high cheek bones and a crop of glinting black hair atop his head. His shoulders blossomed from his body, thick and round with sinewy, bulging arms stretching down along a wide chest that tapered down into a trim waist. An apron wrapped about his waist, though his pants clung tightly to his defined legs, each rippling with thick cords of muscle.

“Didn’t like your wine?”

“It was wonderful: rich, robust, I think maybe I was just hoping for something a little…stronger,” I said, my emerald eyes exploring his physique, my arms sliding in against my bust, deepening my cleavage, giving him a look deep into the canyon as it tightened into a slit between my swelling melons.

“Maybe we can find something different for you, something off menu.” His voice never wavered, his eyes glancing down into my valley but returning to my own and only then my lips finally curled.

I slipped a fifty from my purse and placed it upon the table for the wine, standing I found him several inches taller than me, my lips brushing his ear, making sure my whisper was low, reverberating on his skin. “There’s a black Audi TT parked adjacent, bring the strongest thing you’ve got.” Strolling out, my heels clicked on the wood graining, I never looked back but made sure that if he was staring he saw the sway of my full, perky ass as my hips swayed, each foot clicking in front of the other.

Outside, the chilly autumn air had caused the windows to fog and as a few moments stretched into minutes; I began to sift through my e-mail on the Droid, wondering if I’d scared the boy away. His knuckles rapped lightly on the window, and he offered a vintage bottle of XO when I lowered the window. “It took me a little bit to find something worthwhile,” he said, my full lips curling as I unlocked the passenger door and watched him saunter around the front of the car, slipping in beside me.

“Admittedly, I was hoping for something less bottled,” I purred, glancing over at him as I replaced my phone into my purse. He slumped slightly in his seat, awful posture which, worse yet, concealed any bulge in his pants as the fabric ripples about his hips and across his pelvis. Proving not too dense, he slid his hands over his waistband, unclasping his pants and sliding out of them as he fidgeted between the seats and slid into the back. It was a single, graceful motion so not until I turned in my chair, looking back, did I notice the thick shaft hanging limp out the end of his boxer briefs, the girth causing the cotton fabric to stretch around it, the head brushing his cleanly shaven, rippling thigh. “That’s a big fucking cock,” my voice cracked, escaping my plush lips in a whisper.

He smirked, stroking his hand over the bulging rod and then curling a finger to beckon me back to join him. Not nearly as polished, my breasts swaying in my blouse as I slid over the center console, straddling his legs and slithering up, inhaling the musky, masculine aroma of his man meat. His fingers lifted from his engorging dick, brushing their backs against my cheek and sifting into my fiery red hair, gently pulling my face down to his thigh. His deep voice echoed in my ears when he pendik escort asked, almost offhandedly, “You were aching for something from the source, then?”

Nodding, I brushed my plump lips against the flaring helmet, not pursing but merely to let him feel the soft flesh drag on his cockhead. I was the one who groaned when I felt his meat pole begin to twitch, hardening and stretching against my mouth, thickening under the fabric of his boxers and pushing out down his thigh. My lips smeared on his helmet, suckling about the eyelet, tasting the salty sweet precum as it dribbled out, my hands massaging his oak tree thighs, supporting my weight and exploring each deeply defined striation. From my lustrous mane, his hands slid down my shoulders and smeared under the flaps of my blouse, popping the buttons open and cupping my enormous breasts, each overfilling his hand, but the strength in his fingers let him knead through my black laced bra to maul my boobs.

My fingers dribbled up his thighs, clasping the waistband of his boxers and peeling them down his substantial thighs, freeing his schlong from their fabric constraint. The smell engulfed me, permeating through the car, that intoxicating bouquet of masculinity eliciting a purr from my lips as the tip of my tongue slithered up the length of his shaft, the head pushing into the cleft of my cleavage while my lips spread, suckling at the bulbous base. I rocked gently, slurping along the top of his meat rod, letting his fuck tool dig into my cleavage while his hands groped my funbags, massaging his own cock with my huge, pert tits.

“Seems like someone’s a whore for genuinely big cock,” he said and he was right, my mind was hazy, all the minutiae of the day cascading away as I devoted each of my senses to enjoy his cock, a stranger’s cock, for no other reason than it was gigantic and he absolutely knew it.

His hands tugged me in, helping me rock forward and back in his lap as his drill plunged into my cleavage, engulfed in warm tit flesh while my lips slurped at his cock root, slithering my tongue along the edge to tease the edge of his scrotum, purring at the potency of their salty taste on my tongue. Feeling the moisture on his sac, he pushed me back and lifted his erect cock, the tip stretching up to touch his own bulging pecs under the second skin of a tee clinging to every sharp cut in his muscled physique. He never even spoke but we both knew and I sank down, lowering my face between his thighs and parted me lips, taking one of his lemon sized testes into my wet, warm mouth. The corners of my lips ached as I forced them to spread around his immense nuts, sucking firmly on the tight skin. One hand cupped at the crown of my head, holding my face smothered against his huge balls, his cock twitching and slapping deftly against my cheek. I could feel the moisture welling in my thong as his scent and the sheer size of his sex tool overwhelmed me, smearing my lips from one sac to the other, sucking the saltiness from each one, slathering my tongue over the freshly shaved flesh.

My lips were still spread, slurping at his scrotum when he lifted up in the backseat, swaying back and forth to drag his heavy hangers across my face, smothering me in his pungent seed makers. My tongue snaked out between my lips, slathering flush over his sac, licking the tip from his taint up over the bulging balls to the root of his giant cock. Sinking back down, his hands returned my lustrous locks, pushing me away to let his meat pole lower like a cannon, the length stretching down to his knees, precum burbling from his eyelit as he smeared it against my lips, spreading them and pushing the flaring head into my smoldering mouth. Cooing at the pressure on the corners of my mouth once more, I felt the ridge of his bulbous helmet push into my mouth, forcing my jaw open. My tongue lavished his cockhead with appreciation of its sheer size, his lips curled in a smirk while his cold blue eyes pierced into my own, watching me fawn over his huge mastodon. “Doesn’t matter how stuck up she might be, give her 18″ of the thickest fuck tool she’s ever seen and every woman becomes a wanton little whore. Isn’t that right, Ms. Whoever-you-are?”

My head nodded on instinct as my hands massaged the length of his immense cock, stroking my fingers along the searing skin in small circles, twisting my hands around the girth, unable to fully grip it. His hips began to gyrate slowly, his hands cupping my head at the crown, craning it back to give himself a direct canal through my mouth into my throat. Needy bostancı escort for more of his thick meat, I rocked slowly on the console of the car, grinding my dripping pussy over the wood grained finish. As he tugged my head closer, impaling my mouth with his throbbing instrument, I could see the muscles thicken in his arms, his biceps bulging into softballs from the simple crooking motion. He began a steady rhythm, his globular cockhead bumping into my uvula before penetrating into my tight throat, digging down into my gullet, my lips pursed and smearing over his shaft, saliva dribbling down my chin as I slurped as hard as I could. As he dictated pace, my fingers roamed over his root, sliding along the edge of his cock to again cup his groaning gonads, each thickened with the skin gripping tightly as they filled with cream. My nostrils flared when he stuffed his cock down my throat, holding it there, forcing me to hold my breath, and desperately trying to get whatever wisps of oxygen I could through his gigantic horsecock. My body rocked in unison with his own, my face flush, eyes glancing up into his as my eyelids fluttered, suddenly feeling my legs tense, my clit digging at the console. Suddenly, my lips spread, squirting into my thong, my lips vibrating around his pole as my orgasm shot through me like electricity. I sputtered out my moaning lust, eyes rolling back, cumming like a geyser just from sucking his mammoth Mandingo.

“That’s a girl, cum on this big fucker.” His voice billowed with confidence, his hands still digging in my hair as he used my mouth and throat as a sex toy, humping my face for his own pleasure, reassured from my reaction that my pleasure was obvious. His sac pulsed in my palms and the first salvo of his cream blasted down my throat, the throb through his cock felt like it would tear my mouth open. Before the second, he pushed my face back, letting me watch his saliva soaked sex pole pulsate and spurt a full blast of chowder onto my face, coating my eyes. A third spunk missile exploded on my nose and then he aimed lower, hitting my throat and blasting into my cleavage, the already pale skin painted with his viscous seed.

My whole body shivered, slumping into the passenger seat fetal, my fingers sliding over my cum-covered countenance, tasting the cream gravy he left on my skin. Musky and thick, I lapped every drop I could from my skin, purring as I slurped each finger in succession. I felt his pants rub against my skin, hearing his buckle clasp before the door opened. “Wha—wait,” I began, almost pleadingly.

“Break’s over, babe,” was all he said, slipping his powerful frame up through the door and closing it behind himself. I watched him disappear around the corner of the parking lot back toward the bar, my legs pulled in against myself, my hands slowly cupping my own mammoth melons, feeling the warm cum in my deep cleavage.

The weekend skittered by like a bore, my body tingling all the while, remembering the simple phrase ‘eighteen inch fuck tool’. It reverberated in my memory through Monday, suffering through interviews, suddenly and certainly for the inferior unfortunates, unfairly, judging each against the bus boy who’d left just the slightest hint of redness at the corners of my full lips.

* * *

Fifteen interviews and every single one had been a waste of time. Candi rapped her fingers on my open door as she stepped over the threshold of my office, a glint in her eyes. “Ms. Divine,” she began, “someone’s just submitted a resume, he was wondering if you had a moment to look it over.”

I exhaled in a huff, my face resting in my palm as I extended my free hand, curling my fingers for her to show him in. He glided in with a subtle grace despite his physique, one I’d recognize in an instant. My lips parted as I saw him again, the wicked smirk curling his lips as he looked down my blouse the same way he had in the bar. Behind him, Candi held up crossed fingers before closing the door behind herself on the way out.

His shirt clung tightly to the bulging biceps and rounded shoulders, his broad chest stretching the fabric when he inhaled. His pants did little to conceal the thick thighs of corded muscle and less in regards to the bulge pluming from his pelvis. The dark hair was styled atop his granite chiseled features, but his eyes confirmed it, those cold, wintry blue eyes.

“I recognized your car out front and thought if you were accepting applicants…”

“We are–,” I glanced down to his resume to finally find his name, “Arsen. Tell me, what positions would you see yourself filling?”

“All of them,” he said, staring into my eyes with that calm confidence, trying to match it, but under the table, I squirmed in my seat, my thighs pressing together tightly in sheer lust and somehow it was obvious that he knew it.

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The Real Thing with John

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I laid there in my element. At last I had found someone in John who understood me and my loneliness on this planet earth. I was just so terribly shy it held me back from making friends.

I thought at first John was taking advantage of my disposition when, what I thought was going to be just a plain and simple friendship, turned out to be much more than that.

But I was so hungry for some sort of companionship I was ready to accept anything. At the time I was at a loss even to understand my sexual leaning. I had made a complete mess of trying to make it with girls, who just didn’t seem to want to know and, although there was something inside me that made me aware of being attracted to other guys it was blurred and unclear.

After my teenage years I got along with managing my sexual needs by masturbation and using other means to stimulate myself in a frenzy of divine body reactions, like when I used to experiment with myself, discovering how nice it was to gently plunge different things into my back passage and take them out again. I guess I ought to have realised my true sexual leaning then but I was so naive the notion never occurred to me until much later when I met John.

Thinking back it was remarkable how I used to enjoy just being me, alone with a couple of cushions on the floor, a side mirror so could watch what I was doing to myself. Trying things like screwdriver handles gradually increasing in size and watching how my anus stretched with lashings of lubrication plastered over the insert.

Then I went on to boom handles and anything I could find which I thought may be exciting, like curved handles and things, sometimes with ridges which would make the feeling more sensual.

Then I discovered just how good was the feeling to walk about with a thing still inside. But the problem was it kept popping out so I made some sort of elastic contraption which I tied and arranged around my hind, so as to keep the cheeks together and prevent it slipping out.

I created a real nice feeling I remember and not long after that, when I discovered I could buy anal vibrators from a local sex shop it started a while new world for me alone in my bedroom and I discovered all sorts of ways and methods to fuck myself.

I cannot imagine now, just why I did not imagine what the real thing would be like. The vibrators were always a substitute for a real time relationship when my shyness always got in the way.

This way I had no need t get involved in a committed relationship, but of course I was unable to realise just how emotions can add to the sexual experience.

Looking back, I guess I was a sad guy and now, meeting John and having him take such an interest in me I was ready to take on something more than just substitutes could give me. So when he touched me for the first time in the back row of a cinema, I lost all concentration on the Bond movie playing and felt the so wonderful sensual reactions which were accumulating in my body.

“Is that nice Alex?” John whispered, his hand gently squeezing me there.

“That is wonderful, John.”

It was nice feeling him fumble over my jeans knowing that an erection was beginning grow. “Feels good, let me just unzip so I can feel you properly.” He said.

And all of this started with a chance meeting in Asda, when I dropped a bottle of tomato sauce and he helped me clear it up.

He said that I looked like I needed assistance the way I just stood there looking helpless and awkward and he said later when we arranged to go to the cinema, that was when he first realised he liked me very much – and now there he was, touching me like that, so very bold, the yalova escort opposite to me being so very shy.

It felt so wonderful, just feeling someone else doing it, unzipping my jeans and easing his hand beneath, rubbing me up over my boxer shorts. Something I had done to myself so many times, feeling myself gradually rising, masturbating until I reached a real nice ejaculation.

But now I realised just how much better it felt having someone else do it. The cinema was quite empty and there was no one sitting nearby so I felt no embarrassment when John started to massage me and suck me. It was so very captivating realising too that unlike when I was massaging myself I could not know the next move, and that was thrilling in itself.

I loved the way he felt and teased me there, his hand delving beneath my balls, cupping them as he gave me the most divine sucking. This was something I could never achieve with just me, myself and my play things. Thinking how mad I was in trying to suck myself off – and once, using a Hoover to assimilate the feeling, which was a complete disaster leading to an injury which I had to nurse for a couple of weeks, during which time just the thought of sex made me hurt.

But now I closed my eyes and just felt the surge begin as John’s suck became stronger. I knew I could not hold back and he knew it, he showed me a handkerchief and after another short sucking he wrapped it around my erection and found a delightful way to jerk me off to oblivion and soon I was there, so full and strong. John’s hand gradually slowed and I still felt the surge.

He whispered it was wonderful and I knew then I could no longer be happy with just myself and I, because John had really brought me out and we were about to share a whole new and wonderful relationship together.

I zipped myself up and felt good and so happy. But I wanted to do something for him, but he would not let me. Instead he suggested that we leave for his place and then we could really relax and discover each other completely.

I did like the sound of that. It was like all my former inhibitions which were mainly due to my acute shyness were quickly dispersing and I was starting to think how stupid I had been, that I had missed so much in my adolescence because of it. But now was the time to put all that to rights and who better with than divine, wonderful John who had really showed me just how right and good it was to be with another who shared equal aspirations.

He gave me another quick squeeze as I arose from my seat which was so heavenly. It made me feel wanted and desired and already the emotions were coming into the picture. It was one thing to be satisfied physically but it was the full works knowing I was now emotionally involved too.

John wanted me to understand that. He wanted me not just for my body but for the person I was. That somehow he found my shyness very attractive and sexual.

He was some lovely guy and driving home with him in the driver’s seat I felt right. I knew what all this was leading too and wanted that. Somehow my whole system was geared up to it.

The sheer thought of touch and feel and all that goes with it appealed to me in a way I had never known before. This was it I knew it. The time was right to let John deep into my being and my life – and I was ready. The feeling was there, the sexual urge pumping in my groin, the feeling too that I enjoyed when fucking myself with those vibrators. Yet, it was all so cold. It was just m making it seem warm with something so very clinical. Now I yearned for flesh and blood. John’s flesh and blood which made my spine edirne escort tingle,

How was it going to be like the first time, How would I feel. I aimed to give him my very best whichever way and I told him so.

His free hand grabbed mine and squeezed and I knew we were for keeps.

The silent thoughts in my head;

Fuck me John as hard as you like I long to feel you inside me The need is there and the passion too Just waiting and longing for you.

I longed to get back to his place. How would it be I wondered? He was so nice and easy on the eye. In fact I just couldn’t wait to ravish him.

But soon, after coffee and biscuits my wish was granted. John had been to the bathroom which I thought was just to do as nature calls. But when he reappeared there he was in just the most gorgeous and enticing red G-string and no more, looking very tasty and attractive. Straight away I felt my heart strings palpitate and, when he came and sat next to me on his black and red leather bound settee it was so very easy to just touch him, to feel his cheek against mine as he guided my hand down to him in the most delightful; way and when I felt it for the first time it was so much better than ever I’d imagined with those awful substitutes.

“No take it as it comes Alex. You better get used to it because this is going to be a regular visitor.” I felt him prompt me to feel him. I studied his credentials which suited me perfectly and squeezed that gorgeous real life cock over his G-string. I don’t know what scent he used but it really geared me up to want to do all sorts of wonderful things with him.

It was so lovely to feel and let my hand instinctively explore his everywhere. And to see his agreeable response was warming. It felt so wonderful as it started to grow with my gentle massage. I wanted to see the whole thing raw and gently helped him slip of his G-string.

“Perhaps you’d like to put this in your pocket to keep under your pillow at night” John said with a knowing smile. “Just until, if things go well with us, we can live together.”

I relished the thought of sleeping with him, imagining just to be able to enjoy him every night, have him nested against me to do as he wished with me. He watched as I pressed the G-string into my face. It was something that really turned him on and immediately his cock reached full strength.

“It feels so beautiful” I said. The touch and smell made everything so right for me. The odour and nectar of sweet honey cock, that is what it smelt of as I rubbed my palm into my nostrils after a nice lengthy rubbing of his p-hole.

“That is so nice Alex. Make it stronger. You know what to do. Like how I did it with you in the cinema. Now it is your turn.”

I enjoyed touching and stretching it a little more, It felt so hard and stiff. I thought of just how clever it is that just blood and flesh could become so very stiff. Considering there are no bones or muscles to create that wonderful stance of ripe throbbing cock standing up for attention. Now I was gearing myself up for my very first taste of pure unadulterated cock and it was divine. I gently squeezed his balls, just gently to help him crave for my mouth. They felt heavenly and as I moved my mouth to his towering strength I just gently teased back his foreskin which nested nicely around the ridge of the head.

He shuddered as I started to lick him there, accumulating enough spittle to make it nicer. He groaned and prompted me not to stop, his fingers running through my hair as, with one hand I massaged his balls and the other, grasping the base of that desirous length erzurum escort as I simply let myself go, and went to town licking him all over, before the final plunge of hot stiff cock into my mouth.

And when it happened it was like I had done it many times before, The feel and taste and the smell of him all combined made it a very special moment I shall never forget. The moment I first sucked sweet, sweet John to oblivion. The feel of his hands clasping my head as I sucked and balled him, experimenting with taking it all, the whole seven inches into my mouth and dipping into my throat. It was so nice and for once I felt completely part of something wonderful and new. I just knew this was the beginning of something special. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the suck immensely.

Soon I heard John gasp and tell me he was soon to cum, I guess to let me know to hold back if I did not want him to cum into my mouth. But I did. I never imagined I would or could, but with John it seemed perfectly natural to do so. I just wanted him in every way and that meant also to feel his sperm shoot into my throat, for it was part of the wonderful; guy I wanted to be with forever.

It was soon there, I cannot explain just how magic it was, to actually feel the strong spurt of hot creamy liquid engulf my mouth. He changed position onto his knees and fucked my mouth for the second cumming, and I was like a subordinate servant, stretching out my tongue to take it all into my throat and suck it all dry.

And that was just the first fuck. The second just an hour later, when John had recovered was going to be inside me. We had both discussed that and we both wanted it. And the soothing of sweet smelling lubrication with fingers teasing my opening was heavenly, but that was not all. John showed me just how good it was to be really lavished in the most lusty way`, and when he sucked and licked my ass it was perfect. The whole of my world was turned upside down as he had me sprawled over the arm of that leather settee, stretching my ass cheeks so wide apart. Then the warm feel of his licking and tasting me, his small finger inserting and rimming me, then another finger stretching me wider and wider. Soon I would be ready for the ultimate fuck and I so looked forward to that.

“It will hurt at first a little Alex” he warned but I didn’t mind, I just wanted his fuck and the sooner the better.

“I am gonna’ fuck the sweet smelling ass off of you Alex” he said having had his fill of me in his mouth, holding up his new and fresh erection.

I puckered up my rear for his service and waited for the first touch of cock. No more fucking screwdriver handles of anal vibrators now. From now on it would be the real thing and together we had an awful lot of fucking to do, every which way.

It felt so good that very first entry accomplished when beautiful fresh cock wallowed inside my passage. Pressing and squeezing it open for the full conquest. And soon I was feeling just how it was like when he plunged the whole length into my ass. At first the pain as it stretched me deep up inside, but then, the gentle thrusting that said he was fucking me, actually fucking me, Just to think I was actually being fucked real time by a real human being that enjoyed me as much as I did he.

It was so good and so complete. The first fuck was quick, but the next about a half hour later, when he had been freshly sucked, was better – the feel of his balls bouncing against my thighs as he fucked me bare- back, The total pleasure when he stopped inside me and just let the throbbing flow, the feel of that big throbbing cock searing inside me was beyond words can describe.

At the end of the day I knew it had been well and truly fucked. John laughingly telling me that was obvious the way I was walking.

“I shall want much of that Alex” he said when it was time for me to leave, slapping my ass firmly. I felt on top of the world. John was some special guy and I looked forward to next time.

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