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14/08/2010
At 30 something, it’s nice to know that I had inherited a killer body with an exquisite light brown milky complexion. My dark cat eyes and bee-stung lips gives me a sultry look, but my delicious body was what I think really make men salivate, compact up thrusting breasts with hard pointy nubs, slim waist and flaring hips supporting solid protruding buttocks.
At 5’ 10″, 135# with 40DD, big and firm, and my body is 23 X 38 still curvy
I was a professional model, that gave all that up to become a loving housewife… but try hard not to let that get in the way of my pleasure.My Husband, Tim, had come into my life when I needed that one bright spot in my life. Real honest love from a man, not just a pretty face and a body for him to show off. My husband is a handsome older man in his 50’s, six feet three inches tall, 225 #. He has developing taut muscles and with his sandy light hair, he look’s quite handsome. Unlike me, he had grown up somewhat insecure and shy when it came to sex, with none of the bravado seen in other cock hounds I had been out with. However the man was a walking business machine, he knew how to make money and he had and still was when I met him. I knew he would be a fine catch for some young lady someday. I just made sure it was me!
Tim is a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he would ever be anything but faithful. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been humped by many men since we were engaged and not long after we were married. My husband has always been a good man, just not a great lover. My problem is, I could never resist the advances of strange men. I have to tell you that I’ve never had a shortage of admirers.
My Husband
Everyone ask how we got together and it is a long story but I will make it short. He had been a widower for a few years. He lost his wife and little girl (3 years old) in a car wreck, and was not into having a life with anyone or seeing anyone for a long time it was almost a year before he went out on a date. He just went into a shell and just did nothing but work to get his mind off his loses. After about 3 years, he did have a date once in awhile. One day he asks his secretary did she know anyone that would go with him to a black tie dinner!
She called a friend of mind who was a model, tall blond very nice looking girl, and asks her if she would like a date with her boss for a black tie thing. Of course, the answer was yes, but when the secretary told her the date of the dinner, the blonde-haired bombshell had to turn it down. She had a shoot and she would be gone during that week. The secretary asks did she know anyone who was good looking that might go out with him. “What type of girl does the man like” Well he goes for tall, dark hair and someone who can carry on a conversation. I have just the girl for you he will love her. What the blond bubblehead did not hear was the word HAIR, all she knew he liked tall dark girls. No jokes about a dumb-blond, she was a joke, but so what!
A few days later I get a call from a man, he introduced himself, and we talked on the phone for about 20 minutes. Something told me to meet him before the dinner, so I suggest that we meet for a drink and he could tell me more about the black tie affair. (I made good points with that) We were to have a drink at a bar near his office the next day after work. I went to the place a few minutes early and told the bartender who I was, and that a man would be asking for me and I would be over at that table. He comes in about 10 minutes after me and I see him asking the bartender something and turns to look around and than I see the look on his face.
OH! I could see he did not know I was of mix race, I have a mix of Latin, white, black and god knows what else blood and some call it the Tiger Wood rule. I told myself “Girl just be cool I’ll make the most of it.” He comes over introduces himself and orders a drink and we began to talk. He was a classic man; yes, the world still had a few gentleman left in it. , a very tall good-looking gentleman and very polite he had manners. I know he was looking for some way to get out of this, so I decided to let him out easy. (Big of me) “You were not told I was of mix race were you?” No, I was not! He told me it was a business type black tie dinner and I knew he would be uneasy about taking me. We had one more drink, said our good-byes, and went our separate ways. I was not hurt, he made me feel good, I had been in the company of a real gentleman and I felt good about myself. I think that was a first, I had not been around a man who was not trying to get in my pants; he was Mr. Right.
About 5 weeks later I got a call from him and was ask if I would like to have dinner. He said that he had made a mistake not taking me to the dinner. Would you just give me one more chance to make it up to you? “Yes” We have been having dinners ever since.
OH is that not sweet, what a Lifetime movie that would make. For you assholes that channel we girls watch to get a good cry over. OH GO FUCK OFF…FUCK YOURSELF! I know what you said.
My husband is 20 years older than I am and is a very much the executive, who watches his ways because of his business operations. He is the perfect man all us girls have been looking for all our life. I married a man who has made me very comfortable and I have all I want. What a life. However, as Paul Harvey would say “The rest of the story!” My husband is not what I had been use to when it comes to sex. To put the cards on the table and let them fall where they may. He is not a good lover to say the least. Least that is a good word, he is one of those men (6’2″ 195/205 lbs. Gray hair looks good on men) just a Hunk, until he drops his pants and what is between his legs, that is no way a hunk.
I have found over the years that a man who is short in the sex department, not endowed, is not much of a lover, not that they do not try. It has to be something in their mind that since they do not have Mr. 9 inch they cannot make a woman happy. Out side of the nice house, car, fur coat, my shopping, our sailing trips to the West Indies will they are right! I am just being honest, hey when you have spent the night at the Four Season it is hard to go and stay at Motel 6. I have had the big ones and I know the difference. When a woman tells you it does not make her any difference, will the men I know have not fucked her?
I had 4 or 5 dates with him before I let him make a move on me in a sexual way and I had not seen him in anything but a business suite. You just cannot tell what kind of a package a man has when they wear that type of pants. (Damn) The night I let him explore me was a night that told me he might be the CEO/President of the company and a smart businessman, but boy I am the CEO when it comes to sex. I let him start as the aggressor but I soon saw that he needed help in making this a complete transaction.
He was the type of guy who we all knew in high school who had his head in a book all the time and not in some pussy. Will in the end, he got the good pussy and the guy who had that pussy in high school and forgot the books, cannot afford to come on my side of town. So all you young studs get your head out of that ass and go study.
Back to…This is your life…my soon to be married life! That first night we had sex all the way, will a night that was a wakeup call for me. His hands were all over me, he had been trying to make a play for my boobs since I let him have a feel after our fourth date. This night he had been heavy in the kissing department when his hand went for the breast, I let him slip my straps to my after five dress off my shoulders and in a matter of minutes his lips were making my nipples ready to bust as he sucked them. I was in heaven, had this hunk, he had money, successful and he wanted me for more than sex I could tell. This was the night I let him have a taste of the goodies.
Some how we got to his bedroom and I let him undress me down to just a smile. He turned out the lights and undressed as I went to the bathroom to do my girl thing. (I took a piss, you asshole.)
I came back into the room, slipped in under the satin sheets, and was ready to slide on to his smile maker. Than I reached down to feel him, to touch the area around his cock, to hold the object of my affection. You have heard of the man’s cock that goes limp when things make you lose interest. My nipples went limp when I put my hand on his thing. Damn did he leave home without it! I had a girl friend who said any man whose cock is no longer, than her middle finger is not a cock, but a Pee-Pee, all it is good for is just taking a Pee-Pee with the little thing.
I held it under the covers and ran my hand over his manhood and nut sac; my God, he cannot be this small! This man has a body of a stud, and this feels as if it were a little boy Pee-Pee under the sheet. He suckled my breasts like a baby then licked the areola and bit the nipple. It hurt but also tingled pleasantly. “Oh be nice, be naughty, but be nice,” I sighed. “That is my good boy just suck on them like they have mothers milk.” With that whispered into his ear, I lay back and enjoyed his attentions.
I felt his little boyish looking dick grow hard and it pressed against my stomach as he sucked and kissed my nipples repeatedly. I reached down and let my fingers explore his cock head and ridge that was no bigger than my big toe and felt the pre-cum that was leaking from its tip. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked the pre-cum off them. “Honey, you do not have a condom, please say you do?” He rose up, shook his head no, pulled back from me, and rolled over on to his back.
“Marca I have not had sex in a long time, I just been into my business world after my I lost my wife, so I have not needed them.” He was on his back looking up at the ceiling; I moved near him and kissed him on the cheek. “Marca I wont ask about you private life, but I just wanted you to know I have not been active.”
I had better handled this carefully. “Tim it has been awhile since I had something like this (I put my hand on his little Pee-Pee) to hold and make love to, in fact I lost track of when was the last time.” I kissed him again and pulled back to lower my head to give him a BJ. “Marca I guess I messed this evening up I am just not that experienced in the bedroom with a woman.”
I sat up so that my boobs were in his vision and he could see what he could have. “Tim I had planed on us making love tonight, so I stop at the drug store and got a package of them, I hope you are not upset with me taking the lead on this but I want you to make love to me.” (I always have 6 to 8 condoms with me at all time, 4 XX large, 3 regular, and one small that Japanese men fit into perfect)
I rolled over and took out the small condom out of my purse that was on the nightstand. I opened it and slipped it on his little manhood trying to make a big production out of a sideshow freak of nature. I then spread my legs and began my same song same dance routine I did with every small cock I had in the past. “Oh no teasing me, let me enjoy you/this, make me see stars, make love to me!” The thing about all that Bull Shit I dished out was the statement (THIS). Just what was this nub between his legs, it was no cock, not a cock that I had know or knew of on a grown man
He knelt there and massaged my clit as my juices preparing for penetration flooded my pussy. I had my finger on my nipples pulling and pinching them making them stand up like twin towers ready to be sucked.
When he had my clit hard as a rock, he took his little thing into his hand (ok so he took a finger and his thumb) and stroked it to make it as hard and as long as he could make it. He then inserted his sleeved finger sized prick into my wet love nest. What had to feel like to him that he was entering the Grand Canyon? He pumped his hips toward me and began that drive for the end zone. It turned out to be the 2-minute drill and the clock never stopped on this drive. Sometimes the referee will stop the clock when the ball is out of play and I being the referee in this game did cause the ball to go out of bounds.
With many small cock men, I played with his mind I would bounce up to me his short little thrust and all this did was cause him to slip out of the black hole that was sucking all know humankind into it. Will…It was sucking his little manhood into it! “Oh stop teasing me put it in; please no more pulling out, please do you want me to beg for it, please I need it in me, please Tim make love to me!” The look on his face said it all; he was on a mission to hell! Tim was the type of man who never used crude words or verger language in front of me or any woman. I had to watch myself with the use of that type of language, even during the wild session that was taking place. He was a quite lover and I had better for this first time make it look like I had always been a quiet lover and let him assumed that I was the same.
He had a hell of a time trying to keep it in and make it go off. “Oh don’t stop… Give it all to me!” I slipped my hand down to his miniature size set of balls, made an O-ring with my finger and thumb, and closed off the path his nuts would need to travel up his sac to shoot off. I squeezed tighter on his little nut bag holding them out of the land of climax and felt him tighten from the pain of trying to make them go off. “Oh yes baby, make me get off, give me your love. Make me cry as I go off; make me cry out for more!” I let go of the nut holder and within a few strokes, he ejaculated into the condom.
His weight lay lightly on me and he rolled over holding onto the condom so that not a drop of his thin cum would spill on the bed or me. He bent over and rolled it off his tiny dick and slips into the bathroom, I hear the toilet flush, and the washing off his…someday they will give it (IT) a name; for sure, it is not a cock! He makes his way back to bed and slips in beside me, and lets out a deep held breath. “Marca damn you know how to treat me you make me feel so good!” I roll over and touch his limp worm and kiss on and over it like, it was a finger and ask him. “Honey you got a big day tomorrow?” He tells me his schedule and all that he has to do. I see my opening. “Baby it is getting late, oh heaves it is almost 10PM I better go and let you get a goodnight sleep and you call me tomorrow, promise?”
I set up on my knees in the bed beside him, face toward his side, and stretch my arms above my head, letting my 40DD bounce for his pleasure. I turn on the lamp by the bed and pucker my lips as I feel my pussy and suck air in though my lips. “Oh my little thing is a bit sore tonight, you bad boy!” He smiles up at me as he had just done something outstanding. I smile down at him and say to him. “I had a lot of fun letting you make it sore!” I pull my pussy lips apart as he watches me slip two fingers into my still hot tunnel and rub the inside. “Like I said it has been a long time since I had something like this in here!” I had put one of my hands on his limp nub as I said that. “Oh I need to get something up in there to make it feel better!”
With that, I jump off the bed and giggle as I bounce on my tiptoes causing my ass to wiggle to the bathroom letting him see my wiggle. Just before I get to the bathroom door I stop and bend over looking for something among my clothes, but giving him a good show of my ass as it is open to him. I had the smell of a man on me, his masculine scent mixed with the unmistakable aroma of perspiration and my sex. I had to take care of that before I was to go out to meet anyone else that night. I come out of the bath and make a show of dressing in front of him and I have seemed to lose my panties. I tell him to look for them and he can get me a new set this week if you want to see me again?
“Marca I want to see you every day!” I smile and continue to dress. “I guess if I wear no panties, not much use in putting on my bra!” I dress, slipping on just my pull over dress and slip on my 5″ heels and put my bra in my purse, where I had put my black g-string earlier. I kiss him good night and tell him as I walk out the door. “I need to go and get in bed and get a good nights rest, you wore me out. I need some thing for my thing, I need to get something in it to help me though the night!”
He walked me to the door and I had driven my car to his place since he was running late tonight. At the door, he looks up at me, with that big shit-eating grin on his face. “Marca was it that good, did I do you right?” I smile back at him and wink, call me you big stud!
As I close his front door, I know just what I will get for my pussy, about 8″or more of a good hard one. I pull out and make a call to a stud who is not a customer, but one of my big cock lovers who will always give a girl something for her opening. I tell him I will be over in 30 minutes.
Love Marca
FUCK MY WIFE!
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At 5’ 10″, 135# with 40DD, big and firm, and my body is 23 X 38 still curvy
I was a professional model, that gave all that up to become a loving housewife… but try hard not to let that get in the way of my pleasure.My Husband, Tim, had come into my life when I needed that one bright spot in my life. Real honest love from a man, not just a pretty face and a body for him to show off. My husband is a handsome older man in his 50’s, six feet three inches tall, 225 #. He has developing taut muscles and with his sandy light hair, he look’s quite handsome. Unlike me, he had grown up somewhat insecure and shy when it came to sex, with none of the bravado seen in other cock hounds I had been out with. However the man was a walking business machine, he knew how to make money and he had and still was when I met him. I knew he would be a fine catch for some young lady someday. I just made sure it was me!
Tim is a faithful husband and I have no reason to believe that he would ever be anything but faithful. I, on the other hand, cannot say the same about myself. I’ve been humped by many men since we were engaged and not long after we were married. My husband has always been a good man, just not a great lover. My problem is, I could never resist the advances of strange men. I have to tell you that I’ve never had a shortage of admirers.
My Husband
Everyone ask how we got together and it is a long story but I will make it short. He had been a widower for a few years. He lost his wife and little girl (3 years old) in a car wreck, and was not into having a life with anyone or seeing anyone for a long time it was almost a year before he went out on a date. He just went into a shell and just did nothing but work to get his mind off his loses. After about 3 years, he did have a date once in awhile. One day he asks his secretary did she know anyone that would go with him to a black tie dinner!
She called a friend of mind who was a model, tall blond very nice looking girl, and asks her if she would like a date with her boss for a black tie thing. Of course, the answer was yes, but when the secretary told her the date of the dinner, the blonde-haired bombshell had to turn it down. She had a shoot and she would be gone during that week. The secretary asks did she know anyone who was good looking that might go out with him. “What type of girl does the man like” Well he goes for tall, dark hair and someone who can carry on a conversation. I have just the girl for you he will love her. What the blond bubblehead did not hear was the word HAIR, all she knew he liked tall dark girls. No jokes about a dumb-blond, she was a joke, but so what!
A few days later I get a call from a man, he introduced himself, and we talked on the phone for about 20 minutes. Something told me to meet him before the dinner, so I suggest that we meet for a drink and he could tell me more about the black tie affair. (I made good points with that) We were to have a drink at a bar near his office the next day after work. I went to the place a few minutes early and told the bartender who I was, and that a man would be asking for me and I would be over at that table. He comes in about 10 minutes after me and I see him asking the bartender something and turns to look around and than I see the look on his face.
OH! I could see he did not know I was of mix race, I have a mix of Latin, white, black and god knows what else blood and some call it the Tiger Wood rule. I told myself “Girl just be cool I’ll make the most of it.” He comes over introduces himself and orders a drink and we began to talk. He was a classic man; yes, the world still had a few gentleman left in it. , a very tall good-looking gentleman and very polite he had manners. I know he was looking for some way to get out of this, so I decided to let him out easy. (Big of me) “You were not told I was of mix race were you?” No, I was not! He told me it was a business type black tie dinner and I knew he would be uneasy about taking me. We had one more drink, said our good-byes, and went our separate ways. I was not hurt, he made me feel good, I had been in the company of a real gentleman and I felt good about myself. I think that was a first, I had not been around a man who was not trying to get in my pants; he was Mr. Right.
About 5 weeks later I got a call from him and was ask if I would like to have dinner. He said that he had made a mistake not taking me to the dinner. Would you just give me one more chance to make it up to you? “Yes” We have been having dinners ever since.
OH is that not sweet, what a Lifetime movie that would make. For you assholes that channel we girls watch to get a good cry over. OH GO FUCK OFF…FUCK YOURSELF! I know what you said.
My husband is 20 years older than I am and is a very much the executive, who watches his ways because of his business operations. He is the perfect man all us girls have been looking for all our life. I married a man who has made me very comfortable and I have all I want. What a life. However, as Paul Harvey would say “The rest of the story!” My husband is not what I had been use to when it comes to sex. To put the cards on the table and let them fall where they may. He is not a good lover to say the least. Least that is a good word, he is one of those men (6’2″ 195/205 lbs. Gray hair looks good on men) just a Hunk, until he drops his pants and what is between his legs, that is no way a hunk.
I have found over the years that a man who is short in the sex department, not endowed, is not much of a lover, not that they do not try. It has to be something in their mind that since they do not have Mr. 9 inch they cannot make a woman happy. Out side of the nice house, car, fur coat, my shopping, our sailing trips to the West Indies will they are right! I am just being honest, hey when you have spent the night at the Four Season it is hard to go and stay at Motel 6. I have had the big ones and I know the difference. When a woman tells you it does not make her any difference, will the men I know have not fucked her?
I had 4 or 5 dates with him before I let him make a move on me in a sexual way and I had not seen him in anything but a business suite. You just cannot tell what kind of a package a man has when they wear that type of pants. (Damn) The night I let him explore me was a night that told me he might be the CEO/President of the company and a smart businessman, but boy I am the CEO when it comes to sex. I let him start as the aggressor but I soon saw that he needed help in making this a complete transaction.
He was the type of guy who we all knew in high school who had his head in a book all the time and not in some pussy. Will in the end, he got the good pussy and the guy who had that pussy in high school and forgot the books, cannot afford to come on my side of town. So all you young studs get your head out of that ass and go study.
Back to…This is your life…my soon to be married life! That first night we had sex all the way, will a night that was a wakeup call for me. His hands were all over me, he had been trying to make a play for my boobs since I let him have a feel after our fourth date. This night he had been heavy in the kissing department when his hand went for the breast, I let him slip my straps to my after five dress off my shoulders and in a matter of minutes his lips were making my nipples ready to bust as he sucked them. I was in heaven, had this hunk, he had money, successful and he wanted me for more than sex I could tell. This was the night I let him have a taste of the goodies.
Some how we got to his bedroom and I let him undress me down to just a smile. He turned out the lights and undressed as I went to the bathroom to do my girl thing. (I took a piss, you asshole.)
I came back into the room, slipped in under the satin sheets, and was ready to slide on to his smile maker. Than I reached down to feel him, to touch the area around his cock, to hold the object of my affection. You have heard of the man’s cock that goes limp when things make you lose interest. My nipples went limp when I put my hand on his thing. Damn did he leave home without it! I had a girl friend who said any man whose cock is no longer, than her middle finger is not a cock, but a Pee-Pee, all it is good for is just taking a Pee-Pee with the little thing.
I held it under the covers and ran my hand over his manhood and nut sac; my God, he cannot be this small! This man has a body of a stud, and this feels as if it were a little boy Pee-Pee under the sheet. He suckled my breasts like a baby then licked the areola and bit the nipple. It hurt but also tingled pleasantly. “Oh be nice, be naughty, but be nice,” I sighed. “That is my good boy just suck on them like they have mothers milk.” With that whispered into his ear, I lay back and enjoyed his attentions.
I felt his little boyish looking dick grow hard and it pressed against my stomach as he sucked and kissed my nipples repeatedly. I reached down and let my fingers explore his cock head and ridge that was no bigger than my big toe and felt the pre-cum that was leaking from its tip. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and licked the pre-cum off them. “Honey, you do not have a condom, please say you do?” He rose up, shook his head no, pulled back from me, and rolled over on to his back.
“Marca I have not had sex in a long time, I just been into my business world after my I lost my wife, so I have not needed them.” He was on his back looking up at the ceiling; I moved near him and kissed him on the cheek. “Marca I wont ask about you private life, but I just wanted you to know I have not been active.”
I had better handled this carefully. “Tim it has been awhile since I had something like this (I put my hand on his little Pee-Pee) to hold and make love to, in fact I lost track of when was the last time.” I kissed him again and pulled back to lower my head to give him a BJ. “Marca I guess I messed this evening up I am just not that experienced in the bedroom with a woman.”
I sat up so that my boobs were in his vision and he could see what he could have. “Tim I had planed on us making love tonight, so I stop at the drug store and got a package of them, I hope you are not upset with me taking the lead on this but I want you to make love to me.” (I always have 6 to 8 condoms with me at all time, 4 XX large, 3 regular, and one small that Japanese men fit into perfect)
I rolled over and took out the small condom out of my purse that was on the nightstand. I opened it and slipped it on his little manhood trying to make a big production out of a sideshow freak of nature. I then spread my legs and began my same song same dance routine I did with every small cock I had in the past. “Oh no teasing me, let me enjoy you/this, make me see stars, make love to me!” The thing about all that Bull Shit I dished out was the statement (THIS). Just what was this nub between his legs, it was no cock, not a cock that I had know or knew of on a grown man
He knelt there and massaged my clit as my juices preparing for penetration flooded my pussy. I had my finger on my nipples pulling and pinching them making them stand up like twin towers ready to be sucked.
When he had my clit hard as a rock, he took his little thing into his hand (ok so he took a finger and his thumb) and stroked it to make it as hard and as long as he could make it. He then inserted his sleeved finger sized prick into my wet love nest. What had to feel like to him that he was entering the Grand Canyon? He pumped his hips toward me and began that drive for the end zone. It turned out to be the 2-minute drill and the clock never stopped on this drive. Sometimes the referee will stop the clock when the ball is out of play and I being the referee in this game did cause the ball to go out of bounds.
With many small cock men, I played with his mind I would bounce up to me his short little thrust and all this did was cause him to slip out of the black hole that was sucking all know humankind into it. Will…It was sucking his little manhood into it! “Oh stop teasing me put it in; please no more pulling out, please do you want me to beg for it, please I need it in me, please Tim make love to me!” The look on his face said it all; he was on a mission to hell! Tim was the type of man who never used crude words or verger language in front of me or any woman. I had to watch myself with the use of that type of language, even during the wild session that was taking place. He was a quite lover and I had better for this first time make it look like I had always been a quiet lover and let him assumed that I was the same.
He had a hell of a time trying to keep it in and make it go off. “Oh don’t stop… Give it all to me!” I slipped my hand down to his miniature size set of balls, made an O-ring with my finger and thumb, and closed off the path his nuts would need to travel up his sac to shoot off. I squeezed tighter on his little nut bag holding them out of the land of climax and felt him tighten from the pain of trying to make them go off. “Oh yes baby, make me get off, give me your love. Make me cry as I go off; make me cry out for more!” I let go of the nut holder and within a few strokes, he ejaculated into the condom.
His weight lay lightly on me and he rolled over holding onto the condom so that not a drop of his thin cum would spill on the bed or me. He bent over and rolled it off his tiny dick and slips into the bathroom, I hear the toilet flush, and the washing off his…someday they will give it (IT) a name; for sure, it is not a cock! He makes his way back to bed and slips in beside me, and lets out a deep held breath. “Marca damn you know how to treat me you make me feel so good!” I roll over and touch his limp worm and kiss on and over it like, it was a finger and ask him. “Honey you got a big day tomorrow?” He tells me his schedule and all that he has to do. I see my opening. “Baby it is getting late, oh heaves it is almost 10PM I better go and let you get a goodnight sleep and you call me tomorrow, promise?”
I set up on my knees in the bed beside him, face toward his side, and stretch my arms above my head, letting my 40DD bounce for his pleasure. I turn on the lamp by the bed and pucker my lips as I feel my pussy and suck air in though my lips. “Oh my little thing is a bit sore tonight, you bad boy!” He smiles up at me as he had just done something outstanding. I smile down at him and say to him. “I had a lot of fun letting you make it sore!” I pull my pussy lips apart as he watches me slip two fingers into my still hot tunnel and rub the inside. “Like I said it has been a long time since I had something like this in here!” I had put one of my hands on his limp nub as I said that. “Oh I need to get something up in there to make it feel better!”
With that, I jump off the bed and giggle as I bounce on my tiptoes causing my ass to wiggle to the bathroom letting him see my wiggle. Just before I get to the bathroom door I stop and bend over looking for something among my clothes, but giving him a good show of my ass as it is open to him. I had the smell of a man on me, his masculine scent mixed with the unmistakable aroma of perspiration and my sex. I had to take care of that before I was to go out to meet anyone else that night. I come out of the bath and make a show of dressing in front of him and I have seemed to lose my panties. I tell him to look for them and he can get me a new set this week if you want to see me again?
“Marca I want to see you every day!” I smile and continue to dress. “I guess if I wear no panties, not much use in putting on my bra!” I dress, slipping on just my pull over dress and slip on my 5″ heels and put my bra in my purse, where I had put my black g-string earlier. I kiss him good night and tell him as I walk out the door. “I need to go and get in bed and get a good nights rest, you wore me out. I need some thing for my thing, I need to get something in it to help me though the night!”
He walked me to the door and I had driven my car to his place since he was running late tonight. At the door, he looks up at me, with that big shit-eating grin on his face. “Marca was it that good, did I do you right?” I smile back at him and wink, call me you big stud!
As I close his front door, I know just what I will get for my pussy, about 8″or more of a good hard one. I pull out and make a call to a stud who is not a customer, but one of my big cock lovers who will always give a girl something for her opening. I tell him I will be over in 30 minutes.
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