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Hello Achat. Been a while. Has anything changed? 
Well here is a little diddy to drop off for old times sake.


Jon never joins in. He never even speaks. He always sits quietly in the corner of the room, watching. He wants to be there. He wants to see. Sometimes I see him with his cock out, but even that is a rarity. Usually he strokes it through his pants, edging the whole time. It’s as if he wants to be a fly on the wall and for us to forget he is even there.

It’s a hotel room, dimly lit. We never do this at our home. I would never take another man to our bed. Ryan is our regular bull. He was tall and dirty blonde with a thick cock that bent to the right just a little. He held me in his arms, kissing me passionately as he groped my fleshy ass. I had worn a dress but no panties or bra. My hands had unbuttoned his shirt and now roamed that hairy chest.

I guess Ryan was hard enough and decided to dispense with any more romance. I was pushed forcibly to my knees and grabbed by the hair as he unbuckled his pants. I reached up to help and pulled his eight inch cock out into my view. He still held my head and now with dick in hand, he rubbed it over my face, slid it across my eyes, down my nose and over my lips. I opened up wide to lick it and tasted the head. I looked up and saw his smile as I began to worship his bent cock. Kissing its engorged head and then licking down the underside, maintaining eye contact before coming back up it and taking it fully into my mouth.

I could see Jon just past Ryan’s right thigh. I locked eyes with him now as I engulfed that fat dick, letting my face slide closer to that thick thatched groin. Reaching up around his muscled ass, as my other hand held the base. I took it down to that point. The head just nudging at my throat. I worked it back and forth between my red glossed lips. Ryan wasn’t fully hard, but he was sooo getting there, the curve in his dick more pronounced. My blonde bull bent over and tugged my dress over my head, leaving me naked and squatting in front of him. He pushed me back on his rod and then reached down to my hanging tit, palming the flesh and then squeezing.

Yes, I’m older so they do hang, and after 3 kids they fill a D cup easy. But my bulls seem to love those titties. Love to suck and torment them too. I don’t mind it at the right time. Ryan motions me up and gropes my thick body again before turning me around and bending me over the bed. His cock is HARD, but he bends down to give my slot a lick. From bottom to top he runs his tongue up my grove, slobbering over my lips and wetting my puffy slit. I can duck my head under my shoulder and see my husband still watching. His eyes aren’t on mine, but on my pussy, all wet and ready to be speared.

I feel the head. He glides it up and down where his mouth had just been. Slick with my spit and now some of his, Ryan nudges at my door, pressing his thick knob into my vulva. I stop looking at Jon and put my face into the mattress, gripping the sheets as Ryan sinks into my hot pussy. My thighs are mashed to the side of the bed as he puts his weight into me, pinning me there as he gets in every inch. I moan aloud but muffled by the bedding. That cock has filled me. Pushed deep into my sexual core. I wiggle my ass just a little to let him know it’s welcome.

Ryan starts pumping slowly. Pulling that rod in and out my pussy lips, dragging them along. He sinks it to the hilt every time. Gripping just at my hips he is plowing in earnest, driving into my hole, making me grunt as he rams me to the bed. A steady pace meant for his pleasure, but unlike Jon, Ryan can keep this up. Moving full strokes in and out with a good rhythm. Jon would cum before I even got close. But this was my Bull, stroking my puss and getting every nerve lit. I twisted hard left to see my hubby rubbing along his pants. When he finally looked at me instead of the fucking, I moaned out loud with half closed eyes. Jon had to stop or I knew he would have cum.

I was moaning and grunting out loud as I tried to push my ass back. It was getting good and that cock was hitting that spot. I got my ass slapped and then Ryan’s strong hands just rolled me over. I looked up at him as he pushed my knees to each side of my tits and sank right back into my drenched pussy. His hands on either side, holding me down as he bucked. I had a clear view of Jon who was fidgeting so bad in the chair. I knew he wanted to cum, but he wanted to hold it too. His left hand going up and down his thigh instead of over his hard dick.

The room was filled with the sound of bodies slapping, as I got rode hard. The bed giving way and then shoving me back up again on Ryan’s up stroke. My breath was short and my song was whimpers as my climax was coming oh so near. Ryan wouldn’t stop, even if he came he would give me the “O”. Bulls have egos and won’t let you down. I threw my head back…

“OH MY GOD!” and my pussy flooded. Ryan’s cock was plunging into pure liquid now. Even as my walls gripped him, I was soaked and his dick seemed to go faster with all the lube. He dropped down as if to cover me, but then he arched his back with his own roar. He was cumming into my married pussy. His dick slammed in one last time and he dumped a load deep inside me. I could feel it jet into my back wall as I wailed out my own cumming, my thighs shaking like a leaf and my cunt jerking upward. My walls milking him all on their own.

Slowly he got off of me. Juice trailing like a bridge between our sexes. Ryan walked away into the bathroom. Up on my elbows I looked at Jon, his pants tented higher than I had ever seen. I crooked my finger in a “Come here” gesture. “Come take it back.” I said with a grin. Jon rushed up from his chair. Dropped his pants as he got to me and sported out a dick pointing straight for the wall. It wasn’t as big as Ryan’s but it was red and hard and near bursting. I couldn’t help giggle at his enthusiasm as he climbed up the bed as I scooted further on. He kissed my belly and up to my tits, covering me with passion and showing me his hunger. With his pants still around his ankles, Jon shoved that dick into me, deep and hard he plunged into my wetness.
I cooed and smiled up at him as he refilled my emptiness. My legs lazily locked behind his to try and slow down his pace.

Jon and I stared at each other as he stirred around another man’s cum inside me. He was on his elbows but his hands gripped my matronly tits. I could feel his hips buck between my legs. I heard the wet squelch sound as he pushed some of Ryan’s cum from my pussy.

“I can’t hold it!” He sounded apologetic, but I was surprised he lasted this long.

“Cum, baby. Cum.” I whispered permission and released my legs from around him.
He bucked hard and started ejaculating immediately. His cock twitching like mad inside me. Still fucking he pumped a load built up since the evening started. Edging and stopping, edging and stopping. Jon filled me until the juices flowed down my ass crack and onto the bed. To my shock and pleasant surprise my hubby wasn’t done. He was still hard, still sturdy enough to keep fucking his wife’s pussy. I opened wide and wrapped my arms lazily around his neck and let him ride me, a wide smile on my face as he kept moving back and forth on my body. That cock still hard slipping in and out of me. Eventually he rolled us to our sides and I cocked my leg up for him and it became more of a cuddle than a fuck as we entwined ourselves around each other. Jon was still going at it when Ryan came out showered and ready to leave.

“Well, look at you two.” He gave a small smile. “It was great. Give me a call.” And he turned and left our hotel room. Leaving us slowly rutting and kissing and petting. I kissed Jon’s nose as I felt him slow.

“I think I’m numb.” He asked more than stated.

I gripped him tight with that leg hooked over him. “Then stop, baby.” settling in closer as he lay still. Our sweaty bodies stuck together. “I love you.”  I felt reclaimed by the man I love, as we drifted off to sleep.

Emile wasn’t comfortable with AChat City yet, mostly because he kept leaving on business and didn’t have a place of his own. But he had a woman already and she had a place, and he was finally walking back through the door.

“Baby? Andrea, I’m back” He called from the doorway, closing it and putting down his luggage. He wasn’t even sure if she was home.

A pale skinned brunette woman came dashing from the kitchen to meet him. “Daddy!” she smiled wide and threw herself into the chest of the tall thick shouldered black man. She was five foot nine but still looked up into his chocolate face. Holding him around the waist, she complained to him.

“You should have called. I’d have been ready.” she pouted.

“Ready?” He looked down with confused eyes.

She grinned mischievously up at him, “I’d have been naked.”

His whole face smiled at her. “Maybe I like to unwrap my presents, babygirl.”

“Mmm” Her eyes lit up and she pressed against him and wrapped her arms around his neck even as he leaned down to kiss her.

He reached down and with his big hand and squeezed her soft pillowy rump. Andrea was no girl, she was a lush mature woman, ripened to his tastes and always ready to please him. He met her on his first day here and made love to her that very night. It’s not that she was easy, it was just right, and they both knew it.

Now she hung on him, hungry for his lips and rubbing on his body. He took both hands to her jiggly ass now and lifted. Andrea planted her stockinged feet on his dress shoes so Emile could finally walk away from the door and towards the sofa. She giggled at his trials but she knew her muscled bald stud would come through for her. Finally there, he reached back and zipped down her black dress and let his hand again linger on her hot plump ass. Andrea kissed him deeply. Her tongue in his mouth as she melted against his hard body, until he broke free.

“Let’s take this off.” Emile grinned at her.

The thick figured woman dropped her arms from around his neck and looked at him with pouty lips. “You said you’d unwrap me, Daddy.”

Emile smiled even wider, “That I did.”

He pushed the black dress from her shoulders and slowly brought it down those round big boobs encased in a heavy black bra. The cleavage was deep and the scent of perfume grew. He wanted to put his tongue in that crack between the mountains but he wanted that thing off to. Emile decided for patience and scooped his hands under those heavy udders bent down to put his nose right in them. He smelled her “Obsession” and her flesh. He licked his pink tongue right up it and tasted her salty skin. Andrea purred under attention and wrapped her arms around his smooth sexy bald head, her hands rubbing the back of her man’s neck.

She wondered if he would pull them out of their cups and feast on her saucer plate nipples or if he would finish the “unwrapping” and then feed on her naked body. “I would have got naked, if he had called.” she thought to herself, but squealed as he decided to bite at the cloth covered nipple.

“Emile?!” she giggled like a young girl for him as she scrunched her arms to try and protect her tits.

“I want them” He said greedily but with a smile in his eyes.

She smiled seductively back. “Unhook me, and I’ll feed you.”

Without coming up, his hands reached around unhooked the black brassiere, and pulled at its ends even as she shrugged it off her shoulders. Her big knockers sagged down now from weight and time, but Emile hefted one with a smile before gorging on the hardening nipple. It was big and full and warm with her excitement. He cupped the other one as Andrea pushed her dress down the rest of the way, until she stood in just stockings.

Emile noticed as he suckled, and took the time to mention it. “No panties?”

Andrea cocked her head at the man feasting on her tits. “I get lonely when you’re not here.” she accused.

He heard her tone and stood up tall to take her in his arms. “I don’t like to leave you, and you know that.” He said plainly

“And I still get lonely, but you’re home now.” She put her hand to the front of his partially tented pants. “I like unwrapping gifts too.” She changed her tone and grinned at him.

Sitting on  the edge of the couch, her eyes gleamed as she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. “Suit pants were so much better than jeans,” she thought. They’re much easier for a man to slip off and they leave room for the most well endowed. She just let them drop to the floor once they were past his round muscled ass, and paused for a moment at the impressive bulge pressing from his boxers. With an audible sigh she rubbed her hand across it. It didn’t twitch under her caress, it MOVED. Like a snake, it moved in his boxers as it grew, firmer and longer. Andrea wanted it out in the daylight, so she could see it and hold it. Emile said nothing. He looked down as she pulled at his waist band 

It sprung out and she chuckled as this black Man snake bobbed in her face. It didn’t stand straight out, but hung bent, like an apple branch filled with ripe fruit. The head was wide and capped the slightly thinner shaft marvelously. Andrea moved her hands up to his hanging balls reverently and cupped them in adoration before letting her left hand move along the underbelly of this anaconda.  It bobbed again at her caress, but she pursed her lips and shushed it.

“Shh, Momma’s got you now.” She spoke sweetly, directly to the cock and gave it a little kiss upon its swollen head.

Emile was silent, but was smiling as she adored his manhood. He watched as she started to plant kisses upon it, moving her lips down its shaft. Her long dark hair trailed across its head as she licked and kissed the shaft. Andrea lifted it up and ran her tongue hungrily along its underside. Her eyes met Emile’s just before turning her face into it and engulfing the fat head. Eyes closed now, she hummed as she adored that dick filling her mouth, she moved on it slowly, lovingly, taking as much in as she could, covering it with her warm saliva and tasting his cock.

Emile watched and began to take off his suit coat and loosen his necktie. He thought of tying her hands with it as he pulled it from his neck, but she was using them so well. Instead he wrapped it around her throat and pulled it tight, getting her attention. Andrea looked up, a mouth full of cock with so much yet to go. He wrapped what was left around his hand like a leash, yanked on it, forcing more cock in her throat. Andrea’s eyes just looked up in more adoration.

“You must get it in your throat, before you get it in your pussy, Understood?” Emile was not harsh nor mean, he couldn’t have been more loving when he said it, but he expected to be obeyed.

Andrea gave just a little nod and sucked on him, pulling more of his meat into her. She could feel it pressed deep, all the way back. She took a big breath of air through her nose… and then swallowed him.

The head pushed down her throat and she felt him help by pulling the improvised leash yanking  her face to his groin until her nose buried in the course black curly hair. She kept swallowing and her throat muscles massaged his burgeoning cock. “If he got any bigger he might get stuck” she thought for a moment. She kept it up until she was nearly out of air, but she felt him begin to move and slipped it from her throat. Andrea took in a great gulp of air through her nose and around his fat cock as best she could then she felt it pushed in again and down her windpipe. Her mouth was hurting but his strong hand was firm at the back of her head. Emile was in control.

He watched her take it down, relished in the devotion she showed. He held her in place, but when her saw her go a paler white and her head involuntarily jerk, he would pull her hair, taking her from his cock, where she would breath again only to take it right back inside. He bucked against her face a few times, FUCKING her throat and then letting her gasp for air when he finally pulled out. Her eyes were crying and her lipstick smeared his tool, but at his feet she was beautiful.

The big black man caressed her face gently. “You want it that badly?”

“I NEED you,” she confessed with no shame.

Emile smiled and pressed her back upon the couch, and Andrea opened her legs for him. The bed would have been perfect, but she needed him now, and he knew it. Emile held his turgid cock and let it pry at the opening of her hole. With arms and legs opened, Andrea welcomed him home with a smile and then a gasp as he drove it in and rested upon her. There was no cry or scream as a girl might, but only the gasp and then a deep guttural moan of a woman. She clung to him at first, wrapped legs around his muscled ass, and arms around his big shoulders, as Emile settled into the warm welcoming saddle that was her pussy. He was fully in her and kissed her, letting her kiss him back before starting.

“Slow?” He smiled at her.

“Mmm” she purred beneath him and moved her hips in response. “At first.” she kept grinding against him. “Then FFuuck me.” she stretched out that word, showing its importance.

Emile moved his hips in an up and down circle. His dark cock pumped slowly and would nearly pull out before putting it back in. His lover moved beneath him, rotating her hips and running her hands up his muscled back. The noise of the couch set a rhythm; creak, groan, shush. Creak groan, shush, the give and take of the furniture as Andrea’s wide ass was pressed into it. So far it was a relaxed love making, but Emile’s cock went all the way in and Andrea breathed deep as he filled her and moaned gently as he pulled out. That long thick cock was gripped by her slick walls and her lips pulled along its shaft. Deep down it reached into secret crevices most men wouldn’t find.

Andrea purred under him with a few guttural moans into his ears. “You’re sooo hard.” She breathed.

Emile licked her earlobe and smiled. “I don’t play with myself like you do when I am away.” He teased.

Andrea clung all the harder, “Maybe I need punished.” she tempted.

Emile laughed lightly. Spankings weren’t really his thing and she knew it. “You ready?” He asked into her ear and felt the quick nod against his own head. Pulling away just enough to look down into her eyes, he gazed at her and spoke with an authority. “Ask for it.”

“FUCK ME, DADDY” No hesitation, no shame, obedience and desire fulfilled. Her eyes pleaded with the words.
He smiled for a moment and then it dropped as he got to work. Hooking his arm behind one knee he began to pump, to SHOVE his big cock in and out this velvety slick pussy. He worked for his own pleasure and for the pleasure her voice brought to his ears. Her wails and cries.

“DADDDDDDY!” it filled the room as well as the groaning of the couch. Her tones were deep and needful. She grunted to encourage him and cried aloud when he hit a certain spot. She wanted him on top, pressed close, to feel him against her as before. But Emile was a machine over top of her. His hips bucked in and his cock pistoned back and forth. He held her legs for access and dominance. He ruled this woman and worked her pussy, but not selfishly. He wanted her cum he wanted his name screamed to the heavens. He wanted her fulfilled and sated as any man with an ego would. She panted beneath him and moaned his name, or “Daddy”, even “baby”.

Andrea did not just lay there. Her hips still moved, her sex rocked into his. She met his thrusts as best she could. But he hammered into her, rocked her into the leather of the couch. Her fingers gripped the edge to pull herself back into position, to be ready for his next thrust, each one a SLAM into her saturated pussy. The thrusts were long but still quick, but not as deep as he could go, that she knew. She would ride him later to have control and take that full length and grind on her man. But now, now she was being FUCKED and loving the look of him in the living room lights. Her dark Knight above her, taking his spoils.

Emile put her legs on his chest and gripped her upper thighs and started slapping. Groin to sweet round ass cheek, he pummeled. A staccato rhythm of love and his own grunts. Andrea clamped down on him, tightening her hold on his invading member thinking he was going to cum, but emile brought her to the edge before pulling out and getting up.

“Over. NOW” he commanded.

Andrea hesitated as she came off the cliff she didn’t get to go over, but quickly flipped herself on the couch, putting her chin on the back and her knees on the cushion. Her ass was out and legs splayed as she waited. It wasn’t long. Emile slid his cock head once along that opening and pushed it in as it made that vulgar sound of air escaping. The sound of slapping again filled their ears as Emile pulled her back and forth along his cock. The hard steady pounding was the rhythm they wanted and the fucking she needed.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, BABY!” Andrea pushed back, her fingers gripping the tops of the cushion. “Make me cum, Daddy!”

Emile was sweating now, his bald head glistened and his chocolate body shone across its glorious muscles. His fingers dug into her fleshy hips and his balls swung an arc that smacked her clit. He smelled the sex as the aroma poured off of them.  He growled his own need as the tension built in his sack. This woman gripped him and massaged him as no other could. Her pussy didn’t just “Take” him, it “worked” him. It embraced him and then danced with him.  Andrea was his match.

“I’m Cumming!” He called out and grabbed at her hair.

Andrea screamed as he jerked her head back, but this is what she wanted, this wasn’t pain this was “Fucking”. “Fill me, Daddy!”

He smiled, she always took it inside, loved to feel the hot fluid splash her walls and fill her emptiness. Even with oral she swallowed it all and kissed him clean. He felt her grip hard and his cock began to cum. It pulsed and he shoved deep, deep into her womb, her hot body. She was cumming too, Andrea hung her head as she growled her own fulfillment. Feeling his seed inside her had sent her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed on that massive cock and coaxed Emile’s sperm out of him. Together they clung motionless for a moment, and then Emile worked it in and out, letting his cum mix with her fluids and fill the room with a new smell of sex.

He was going to pull out but then heard a plea, “No, hold me.” she said into the cushion.

With a smile he pulled her up. His long thick cock still buried inside until that rump finally pushed him out with a plop. But he held her from behind and kissed her neck. She purred anew under his ministrations, tilting her head and reaching up for his.

“Mmm, welcome home, Emile. I missed you so.”

The talented redhead has passed away at 95. 
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 Gayle didn’t live a sheltered life, but a modest one. She was a good girl all through High School, and even stayed a virgin in college with her first boyfriend at 18. That doesn’t mean she didn’t do things to please her guy. She adored the feel of his hardening cock in her hand, and would open her legs wide for his exploring fingers. They diddled each other into sweet teen bliss for weeks. The first time she bent down to take that turgid tool between her lips, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but she soon learned she loved a thick long cock in her mouth, and the moans of her boyfriend drove her on.

But sweet Gayle stayed a virgin all the way to her wedding night, a hard task for a 24 year old woman. Her High School sweetheart was long gone, but she had met David Stevens, a sweet man who adored her and always put her first. Finally she gave it all to him, all of her being, all of her love. David wasn’t as big as the few guys in her past, but since they had never been inside her love canal, she didn’t seem to care. She loved her husband and all that he gave her.

As the years went by, things slowed down and people fall into ruts. Gayle was happy and she thought their amorous life was enough, but David wanted more, more from her and more from himself. He thought she was the sexiest woman on earth and deserved all he could do to make her happy. He bought toys, dongs and dildos, always ever larger, always bigger than himself. He wanted to fill her, to stretch her and know that she was satisfied.

“How is that?” He asked her as he slowly reamed out her stretched pussy with a jelly dong.

“It’s OK.” Gayle had her knees wide and her feet up on his shoulders as he knelt at the bed with an eyeful of her snatch. “Why does it have to be so big?”

“Don’t you like it?” He didn’t stop though and twisted the dong with each thrust inside of her. “Would you like it if it was real?”

Gayle was never sure how to answer those questions. Even when David introduced her to erotic fiction, he always seemed to share stories of wives with bigger men. She liked his pussy play and was getting used to the bigger sizes, but he seemed to want to share her, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that… not yet.

Denver in spring was the best time and place for shopping. And for a sleek bodied brunette like Gayle, everything looked good. She took a little sabbatical into the city for a few days in a very nice hotel every year. David happily made all the arrangements this year, making sure his wife got her usual suite. He seemed excited when she was ready to leave, and when Gayle went to the PC to see an ad her friend sent her, she found out why. She had opened email on David’s side of the computer and there was an answer to an ad, an ad that David seemed to have made.

“Seduce my Wife,” the heading said, and there was a long back and forth conversation of messages. Gayle’s mouth dropped as she read them all. Her husband had sent pictures and he had even received some. She sat down, still in shock and a bit pissed, but looked at her prospective seducer. He was tall and dark, with sexy wavy hair on top, but still neat and.well trimmed “Probably Italian.” she thought to herself. She scrolled down further and there it was. He had sent a nude photo. His cock was long as he held it next to a beer bottle as proof. “Probably David’s idea” she said to herself, but a smile came across her lips as she thought about this hot stud wanting her. She was in shape and her boobs weren’t big, but on her petite frame they filled the bill nicely. “A little flirting might be good for me.” Gayle said out loud before before finishing her packing.

“Be sure and call me when you eat, baby, then I’ll be home. Don’t make me worry. And you should get your hair done, really take care of you.” David told her excitedly.

“Um, OK. Thank you, sweety.” Gayle kissed him before going to the waiting cab. “I will.”

The Crawford Hotel was as beautiful as ever after it’s renovations. Gayle loved staying here because it was right in between Sakura Square and all its shops and the Museum of Art. The Oxford was just down the street, but it was more of a business hotel, and she didn’t like the bar. The Crawfords bar was down a ramp and under the lobby and then had it’s own elevator just outside its entrance. She checked in and let the boy take her bags as she took David’s advice and got her hair done, just a light trim and soft curls to frame her slim neck. She felt pretty and was ready for shopping.

6 o’clock and David’s credit card wasn’t maxed, but it was a start and Gayle had some lovely things, some downright sexy. She freshened up in her room and got out one of her new dresses. It was gold and strapless with a high hemline that hugged just under her cheeks. “Panties wouldn’t do with this one, but a thong…” She thought wickedly. With matching little sandals, she was ready to see her “Seducer”. She called David, like he asked, and knew he was calling Matt the moment she hung up.

Gayle didn’t have to wait long. She was only halfway through her dinner when the tall stranger finally sat next to her where she ate at the bar. She just glanced over, but there was that dark wavy hair and he flashed her a perfect toothy smile. She started to get a little nervous knowing what was coming.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He started with a deep baritone voice. Gayle looked past him at all the other empty seats he could have chose at the bar. He saw her examination and added coyly, “It’s just that I notice you’re eating and I was going to get dinner too, and... I hate to eat alone.”

“Sure, I understand.” She responded noncommittally, letting him play his game.

“I’m Matt by the way.” He flashed his smile again and let his deep brown eyes wander down her body.

“Hi, Matt. I’m Gayle.” She didn’t offer it but he took her hand and kissed it.

Matt ate the chopped steak sandwich and bought drinks for the both of them. They chatted about the hotel and Denver in general, but he seemed to stay away from her family life. Gayle felt comfortable with him and told him all about her day and some of the sexy things she bought.

“Is that one of them?” He asked, indicating the short gold dress. “It’s really stunning on you.”

Gayle loved his compliments. He was being so charming and the wine was flowing, she had to remember this was a set up and was planning to just say goodnight to him in the end. Matt asked her to dance and that was innocent enough, so she followed him to the floor. It was a Friday night so there was already a crowd on the floor. Matt kept her in reach and always seemed to have a hand somewhere on her body. It encouraged Gayle to move ever more provocatively for him. She put her hands up in her blonde hair and gyrated her hips as she slowly turned away from him. Matt’s eyes were glued to her hot tight ass, which is where she wanted them. She looked over her shoulder teasingly to him, with her head cast down so that her eyes peeked over her shoulder coyly. The taunting innocence of that look and the vulgar churning of her bottom pushed Matt to finally step forward and press himself against her.

Gayle felt his groin spooned to her and she began to grind dirtily into him. Matt followed and they did a rhythmic dry hump on the dance floor. She could feel his stiffening cock pressed to her, and remembered how big it looked in the picture. They got a few looks, but not many, until Matt playfully grabbed her blonde mane and theatrically smacked on her grinding ass. Gayle was a little shocked but reveled in the naughtiness of the spectacle. She turned around laughing and the tall Italian pulled her into him again. He had to bend down but he licked right up her jugular and then kissed it.

Things stopped, or just Matt did, but right then he was her world. “God, I want him.” She thought.

“Sorry, that was a bit forward.” He nearly had to shout.

She looked around and back to his face, a bit confused. “It’s OK.” She tried to assure him.

Still he took her hand and pulled her from the dance floor and back to their bar stools where things were a little quieter. He bought her a new glass of wine before he started.

“I can’t do this.” He began. He moved in closer and she was staring into his deep brown eyes. Gayle stayed quiet and let him tell her the whole scheme. “Your husband knows you’re here and he sent me to seduce you.” He started. Gayle knew the whole plan of course and right now she wasn’t upset about it. She wanted him, but she let Matt continue. “You are so sexy. I don’t think I could have you for just one night and I’m starting to think it's not right to trick you like this.”

Gayle was speechless. He wasn’t rejecting her, but she was so horny right now his speech was a bit frustrating so she decided to be honest too. “I knew” she simply confessed. Now it was Matt’s turn to look confused.

“What?” He asked incredulously.

“I knew the whole plan. I found the emails,” she paused and looked down to his crotch. “and liked what I saw.”

Matt’s confused look turned into a grin but still he was apologetic. “Still, you shouldn’t be tricked into anything.” He took her by the elbow again. “Let me see you out of here.”

She didn’t argue with his gentlemanly attitude. Gayle was flattered that he thought of her feelings and not just her body. Finally outside the bar, they waited for the elevator.

“Again, I’m sorry,” he began, “and if you decide on your own…”

The doors opened and Gayle threw her arms around his neck and a leg around his. She kissed him deeply, shutting him up. It was hard at first to throw herself at this tall hunk but soon he was lifting her up, his big hands cradling under her butt cheeks. They practically fell into the elevator, but she wouldn’t let go. The hot blonde had decided what she wanted, and she wanted him. She punched at the buttons, hoping she hit her floor. She felt his hands roam her body and she pressed herself into his solid chest. He was just about to devour her throat when the doors finally opened on her floor.

“This is me.” She said breathlessly. Before she could break away, her swarthy stud scooped her up into his strong arms. She felt little being carried like this, but she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled herself into his throat, taking her turn to nibble. Finally at her suite, he put her down in the living room and they began their kissing and pawing all over again. She felt him move his hands up her body, slowly lifting her breasts and rubbing the nipples under his palms. Gayle gasped as he hit all the right buttons. His big hands went gently around her throat and he kissed her deeply while his fingers toyed with her earlobes. She felt his hands push down on her shoulders and she didn’t resist.

On her knees for him, she looked up in the darkness and without direction reached for his buckle. She couldn’t help but rub her hand along the bulge there, and once she opened the front of Matt’s pants she eagerly reached in for his tool. It was a monster and it still wasn’t hard. She had seen it in a picture but now it was warm and pulsing in her hands.

“You like it?” Matt asked in the moonlit darkness.

“How big is it?” She asked back.

“8 and a half inches” Matt responded quickly, as if asked often enough. “And it’s nice and thick.” He finished slowly.

Gayle began to stroke it; fondling it in her hands. She could feel it swell as she played with it. The throbbing of it getting stronger. She took both hands and ran them down the shaft, her face getting closer to it as she did so. The head perked up from the attention and the cock stood straight out. Matt stood stoically, letting her inspect and admire his package, not interrupting her awe until she actually asked…

“Can I suck it?” It sounded so sweet and a little timid.

“Just the head.” He said teasingly, but she obliged.

Gayle stretched her lips to get that fat mushroom in her mouth without scraping it on her teeth. She took in just the bulbous head and closed down on it in a retreating kiss, like a girl with a big spherical sucker, opening again and again to let her lips drag on his sensitive cock flesh.

“Mmm,” she moaned before licking now at its tip.

Matt had dropped his pants and stood with muscled legs spread. He reached for the blond top of her head and pulled her to him. “Suck it.” He said simply, and pushed his dick through her stretched lips.

Gayle steadied herself with one hand on his hairy thigh and the other gripped at the base of his cock. Her eyes went wide as it hit the back of her throat, but she quickly remembered what to do; her first boyfriend was long and she had learned to deepthroat. She relaxed now and let it slip past her uvula and into her gullet.

“Oh baby.” Matt responded with pleased encouragement as he felt it slip into her throat.

Gayle’s muscles involuntarily swallowed over and over, trying to get the meat past her windpipe. This made the cock even harder, but she was forced to finally come up for air. She coughed a little but stroked the very wet shaft as she caught her breath and then took it back in to slurp it down once more. With loud slurping noises she took it to her throat again and the tall Italian wrapped a hand in her blonde tresses. He let her move back and forth on it, but her hair was held like reins in a masterful hand. She looked up at him and he smiled.

Matt took her hands and brought her up from the floor. He wrapped his long arms around her curvy body and slowly drew down her zipper. His mouth was on her throat as he slipped her out of the new dress. Gayle reached up to undo her bra but he smacked at her hands and whispered into her ear.

“I’m in charge of this.”

She didn’t know why but she liked that. Instead she wrapped her hands into his hair as he feasted on her neck. She felt his fingers run over the material, teasing her flesh underneath. His hands pressed them to her chest and then softly squeezed the ample mounds of flesh, until he finally slide the front clasp apart. He rubbed the newly exposed nipples with his palm, gently in circular motions. Gayle’s legs involuntarily spread and her back arched, pressing herself towards him. Matt rewarded her lustful show by trailing down her throat and between her soft bosom. His hands held tight to her lower back as he suckeled the pink rosebud, and Gayle threw back her head and gave a deep sigh.

Matt’s tongue danced for a while over her ripe breasts, her nipples engorged with the thrill of his play and the thought that he was a near stranger and not her husband. Matt suddenly turned her and she felt that stiff rod pressed to her cheeks and his hands holding her tits like ripe melons. His mouth was at her neck and she couldn’t help but press back into him. He roamed her body with his fingers until her cupped her mound and lifted, with one finger pressing into the slit.

“You’re very wet.” He whispered the obvious in her ear.

Gayle just had time to purr before he pushed her face first into the bed. His hands gripped her ass and then his whole wrist slide up and down her slit and crack. She pushed back like a slut in heat for him.

“Do you want my cock?” He asked her as she blissfully gyrated against his forearm.  “Do you want my cock?” He asked a little louder. “Tell me what this wet girl needs.” His arm stopped but his fingers splayed open her dripping lips. “Do you need dick?”

Finally Gayle answered softly. “Yes, I want it inside me.”

Matt smiled behind her and hefted his hard thick meat. “What do you want inside?”

“Your cock.” She looked back now with an almost pleading look on her face.

He pushed the thick head into her lips roughly and shoved half his cock in. Gayle’s tight pussy already began to spasm around this thick intruder.  All her life only her husband’s much smaller cock had sheathed in her pussy.

“Do you like it?” He spoke clearly and a little loudly. Again he repeated it until she answered.

“Yes” Gayle barely got out and he rammed his thick meat inside her.

Gayle gave a loud gasp, but her thighs were pressed to the side of the mattress and Matt had her pinned from behind. Her pussy walls clenched again on him and her mouth hung open in silent cry as he began to pound into her. His hands held tight to her wonderfully rounded ass and he bucked his hips hard into her luscious pale thighs. Gayle’s fists clenched the bed sheet as she finally put her face into the linen and cried out a deep orgasm. She had never been so filled. Her pussy had been her husband’s alone and now it was being torn apart by this swarthy italian that showed no mercy.

Matt looked down at her bouncing ass. The flesh would go forward on every hard thrust. His face was set and with gritted teeth he rammed at this sexy housewife. ‘He would fuck her till she couldn’t walk’ He thought to himself. ‘She needed a fucking, and deserved a fucking, and he would give it.’  Her feet left the floor, so he wrapped his hands under her waist. She was like a doll being bounced on his groin. Gayle had bed sheet in her mouth, biting hard to keep from wailing. Matt could feel her cumming again so soon on his dick. He waited until she was deep within in her orgasm and he smacked her on the ass and plunged it home to bottom out in her love tunnel. His cock pumped it’s hot seed into her. Her own orgasm intensified and he stood still over top of her feeling his cock being milked by her convulsing quim.

She felt so empty when he pulled out of her. Matt crawled up the bed while she still lay half on it.

“Up here, little girl.” He said to her. Gayle looked and began to go forward on the bed. “Suck it.”

She stopped and smiled. That cock had destroyed her pussy, but her mouth knew how to handle it.

“No hands.” He seemed to reprimand as she reached for his still turgid staff.

 Together they rolled to their sides and Matt pushed his dick through her lips. Gayle sucked it and tasted herself on it. Her cream covered him and it seemed frothy to her. She licked down its side and tongued the base.

“Clean it up, little girl.” He commanded in his deep baritone.

Gayle smiled inside and obeyed, licking it from base to tip and suckling the slowly softening head until she felt his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him. His fingers brushed aside blonde hair from her eyes and she nestled in closer, her leg wrapped around his and her still hot, messy pussy pressed to his shin. Her eyes went back down and stared at the piece of meat level to her face until finally she fell asleep.