[F] [M] I needed cock, and bad!

I had gone too long without it. Cock. There is just something about it that I can’t describe. There’s no replacing it. A plastic or rubber dildo won’t do. There has to be some actual meat on it. It has to feel warm, and somewhat flexible. I like the feeling of holding onto a warm body as he enters me, looking into his eyes and stroking his hair.

My wife isn’t into guys though. She never really has been. She dated them when she was in high school, but when she went off to college she realized she was just faking it for her family’s sake. I don’t blame her. Everyone has their own preferences. We had created an agreement at the beginning of our marriage though. We’d fuck other people, as long as we were open and honest about it. I could have my dick, and she could bring home an occasional girl to play with when I was working late. It was win win. But as we got older, more important things would pop up. Work projects, family gatherings, or even just an occasional free weekend where we preferred to stay at home and eat ice cream in our pajamas.

So when this transpired, I was going without it for over a year. I had started to get a little crazed. When I was at work, I would sometimes just stare at bulges as they passed by. There is one guy I work with, Tim, who must have an enormous cock because each time I would look down at him, whether he was wearing slacks, jeans, or whatever, I could make out something there. When I would get home, I would have my wife fuck me incredibly hard, begging her for more as she pulled my hair while I was on all fours. But it wasn’t the same. It was just a substitute. I needed the real thing.

I have a pen pal from England that I met a while back. She emailed me one morning that she had picked up some guy. She took him home and let him fuck her in the ass while standing in her kitchen. She wrote me that she was making drinks, and he came behind her and started to kiss her neck, and after she returned it she pulled down her panties and stockings. She bent over and through grit teeth, tells him to spit on his cock, and then shove it in her asshole. He fucked her right there, all the while she is still instructing him with a stern voice until he finally relents and pumps her ass with cum. After reading that I am really off my rocker. I start texting my wife. I start texting old hookups. Facebook Messages. I am set on finding someone to help me out. I’m on a mission.

It didn’t take too long to find someone. A couple of hours later, and I had received a Facebook Message back from an old college boyfriend. His name was Mark. Mark was black, over 6’0, and back then he was an Adonis. I always liked the way he towered over me, making me feel so small and vulnerable. Especially when he would pick me up off the ground, hold my legs in his arms, and fuck me while he stood there. I ask him how he has been, and he mentions that he has been good and is glad to hear from me. I smile as I start texting my wife that I am going to be home late that evening.

When I get out of work I move like a rocket. First, I gotta get home. I gotta get a good outfit. Mark loved outfits. I grabbed a negligee and some red stockings. I grabbed my red heels from the closet as well. I put up my hair in a tight bun. I put everything on and then get dressed. I had only given myself a little over an hour after getting out of work to make it to the motel and I kept thinking that I am never going to make it. But after getting everything ready and jetting off, I felt so excited. My heart keeps racing. I could feel the wetness as I drive and I take my hands and rub myself at the traffic lights on the way there.

Even with all the running behind, I still make it there before him. I got a room, text him the number, and then make myself comfortable. I stripped off my outer clothing and look in the mirror. I looked like a slut. Cheap. Easy. But exactly what I was going for. I sat on the bed, playing with my phone until I get a text from him and a knock on the door.

When I opened it, I didn’t return his hello. I simply grabbed his hand and lead him into the room. I shut the door behind us and then I kissed him. His surprise doesn’t last long. He returned my kiss, grasping my body in his arms. It felt amazing, to feel the muscles of a man against me. I let out a low moan as he continues to kiss me.

“Someone is excited,” Mark said. He reaches down and grabs my crotch. He could feel how wet I was through the damp cloth. “Very excited.”

He took his fingers and swiped up some grool from my pussy. When he has enough on his fingertip, he brings it up and places it to my lips. An old favorite habit of his. I open up and take it, licking it clean with a swirl of my tongue.

“Good girl,” he said. “You are still dirty, huh, Dani?”

I nodded as I lean into his body. I started licking his chest through his shirt, lifting it as I go. He had put on a few pounds since the last time I saw him, but he still looked amazing for a guy in his 30s. My hand darted to his waistline, and that is when I feel his hands wrap around my wrists.

“Who’s in control here,” I heard him say.

I rocked back onto my heels, gathering myself and trying to act composed.

“You are, sir,” I whispered into his mouth as he reached down and placed another kiss on my lips. His hands trailed down my torso again. Then, they are inside me. He put them in all the way to his knuckle.

He started going faster. I bit into his shoulder as he goes. Each second he keeps at it, I am getting closer to coming, and I whisper it into his ear as he grabs a handful of my ass with his free hand.

“You keep doing that, and you are going to make me come,” I whispered into his ear.

He doesn’t answer. Mark just kept fingering me. He started going faster. Putting more pressure on my insides. He pressed his fingertips against my g-spot, and that really got me going. Thirty seconds later, I am leaning on him with all my body weight, and coming all over the floor. All over the carpet. I squirted out, which is super rare, but with me being so wound up, I wasn’t surprised it happened.

“Look at that,” Mark teased. “What a big mess you made. You better clean it up.”

Suddenly, as I am gasping for air and moaning, I felt Mark’s fingers in my mouth. I taste myself on his fingers. I sucked them. I bobbed my head on them like it is a cock. Mark undid his pants. They slipped to the floor. Then, I felt his fist around my thong. When he took his fingers out of my mouth, they join his free hand and he ripped my panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Next thing I know, he is pulling off my top. The only thing I am wearing now is my nylons and heels.

He put me on the bed, positioning me on all fours. Then he pressed his cock into my mouth. He wasn’t gentle or loving, he just stuffed it in my face and expected me to tend to it, which I did. I took him down my throat. I tried sucking him off, but he grabbed my arms and pinned them behind my back.

“Just leave your mouth open. I want to fuck it.”

I did as he instructed, and when I hung my jaw open, I felt him enter, roughly plunging forward until he could rest his unit into my soft gullet. Then, he bucked his hips forward and back, using my throat as nothing more than a sleeve for his cock. Then, he started going faster. I am gagging a bit, but I held fast, not wanting this to end. I could feel my pussy, still leaking from the fingering before. I could feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth. The whole thing was wonderful. It was exactly what I was craving.

After a couple minutes of this, he was ready. He took himself out of my open gap and then grabbed me by the hair. He held my ponytail in one hand as he grabbed my body and flipped me onto my back. Then, he grabbed my ankles, pulling them apart as he positioned himself between my legs.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Mark asked, running his cock along my crevice, teasing my clit. “Say it, say that you want this dick inside you.”

“I want it, I want it,” I start saying. I keep repeating it. Over and over. “Please, Mark. Fuck me with that big cock. Stick it inside me. Please, fuck me…”

Before I can finish my sentence he is inside of me. I had forgotten how big he was. I see his eyes squint as he pushes further, letting out a gasp when his head smashed against my back wall. I grabbed his bald head and start pulling him closer, licking his dark skin on his chest as he pulls out and goes right back in.

“You are so fucking big…” I said. I could feel him rub against my walls. I could feel him pressing against my cervix. He had completely filled up, and I was in heaven.

Then, he started bucking. Not too fast, but enough to hear his thighs slap against mine. I could feel his balls swinging underneath him, and then he took my legs and pinned them up against my chest. His motions sped up then. His breathing started to shorten. I start egging him on.

“Fuck me, that’s it. Fuck me like the little slut I am.”

He let out a low groan. Then, I felt him speed up. His cock started to pummel my back wall now. His thick shaft still rubbing against my g-spot, and then he started kissing me. It was more tongue than lips, just licking me each time he entered. I whimper into his mouth. That’s when I feel it; another climax on the horizon. I opened my mouth to tell him, but nothing came out. So I laid there, open mouth and struggling, while he kept fucking me mercilessly, until I heard it sloshing out. I felt it running out, and I reach down and began rubbing my clit in tune with his long cock.

“That’s right, Daniele. Come all over my fucking cock.”

I nodded, still unable to articulate what is going on with my body, but still feeling like I am following orders. When I finish up, I am a heaving mess, and I could feel myself running down my thighs. I could feel my cum soaking my red nylons. I closed my eyes. I let myself soak into the moment. Mark froze his motions, laying inside my hole as he caught his breath.

I felt him pull out, and then, when I open my eyes, I see his dark cock, right in my face, soaked and gleaming in the light of the hotel lamps. I took it in my mouth, bobbing greedily and cleaning him off in the process.

“I want you on your stomach. I want you from behind.”

Mark doesn’t wait for me to move myself. He grabbed my tiny frame and positioned me how he wanted. Then, I felt his hands grab my hips. He jerked me roughly to the edge of the bed, standing behind me and slapping his meat against my ass.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, I want this. Fuck me from behind. Fuck me like a little bitch.”

He groaned as he entered me. Then, after a couple of pumps he started walloping me. He started pumping as fast as he could. He had already gotten me off, and now he was using my pussy to relieve his own needs. I laid my head on the sheets and spread my ass with my hands for him, encouraging him as he went along. I started screaming out at that point, not even saying anything intelligible, just random curse words and encouragement for him to come while he fucked me and squeezed my tits for leverage.

I felt his motions speed up momentarily, and then I felt his hand clasp around my ponytail. He pulled himself out and dragged me off the bed, placing me on my knees in front of him and my back against the mattress. I opened my mouth and he let loose a huge rope of cum. I do my best to catch it, and the next one comes flying towards me. This one landed on my tits, and Mark proceeded to pump his long cock until nothing was left, and it coated my chin and my breasts. I then took his cock inside my mouth, sucking it dry as I cooed softly with him inside of my lips.

After a couple of minutes, we both took a shower together and then smoked a joint together. We decided to have another encounter later on that month, but it fell through. But I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I felt like at least I had a lasting memory to keep myself busy until the next time, and I was right.

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