The man with the big bulge

Emilie was 22 years old and she was considered a real beauty. She was the result of a blonde Danish mother having a one night stand with an African American soldier stationed in Germany. Long legs, milk chocolate skin and a slender body that was the result of an active lifestyle. Growing up as the lone child of a single mother, she had developed a strong personality, and she always knew what she wanted.

Her one weakness was sexual in nature. Emilie loved the idea of worshipping a big cock. She was proud in her relations with men, and would come out on top in discussions. She held all the feminist views, but at night she would have fantasies.

Going to the public swimming pool, Emilie enjoyed checking out men in Speedos, and gauging their package. She didn’t have a set time, it was always just when it suited her schedule, but then, one Monday morning she saw something extraordinary. She was a tall man in his forties, with broad shoulders and a bald head. And the bulge in his loose fitting boxers was something else. She came back again the next Monday, at 8am again, and he was also there again. This time in tight fitting Speedos, with the biggest bulge she had ever seen. She swam in the lane next to him, and felt excited just from being near him.

The following weeks she would always return on Monday morning, swim next to him and have her fantasies. She began taking breaks at one end of the pool, standing with just her chest above the water, hard nipples and her best smile, and it had an effect. After a few weeks, he would stop too and introduce himself as George, part of the Monday crew. She smiled and blushed and even more so when he asked if she maybe wanted to have a coffee after their swim.

She had planned to be ready to skip the first class or classes at University if there was any chance of spending time with the man. They went for coffee and it turned out George was 42 years old and divorced a couple of years ago. When he said that he was working from home on flexible hours, she didn’t think before she suggested they went to his place for a bit more privacy.

They hardly got through the door before she had dropped her coat *and* her shirt on the floor. He was already fumbling with her bra while trying to take off his own coat. The magnitism was real, and they were making out while she unzipped his tight jeans and tried to free the equipment that had been on her mind for all those weeks. It was a beauty, standing as big and proud as she had imagined, hard as steel from the moment she touched it.

Georg tried to introduce a bit of romance and kissed her smooth, soft chocolate skin, but she insisted on finding the bedroom and jump on top of him. She pushed him on to the bed and told him to enjoy what was coming. Getting on top, she grabbed his moster, and guided it inside her. She pushed herself down on it, and couldn’t believe how fulfilled she was. She could only ride him for a short while, then she had her first orgasm.

Rolling over, she let him take over and he pounded her soaking pussy for a while until it was his turn to break down in a shaking orgasm. It was 3pm before they had truly used each other up and had to stop. George admitted he was worn out, and had to get a few days’ break. Emilie agreed, but insisted on visiting again Friday afternoon and stay the weekend. She wanted him to fuck her brains out, and literally.

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