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. Her toys were large, and she loved to stretch her pussy with her big, purple horse cock.
Her main way of staying in shape was swimming. Going to the public swimming pool, Emilie enjoyed checking out men in Speedos, looking for the big packages. 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 boxer swim trucks 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. Sh would show off her hard nipples poking through the swimsuit, and smiled her best smile, and it had an effect. She loved to see him smile back. At night, she would have fantasies about how he had noticed her and lusted after her. She imagined him getting horny and stroking his big monster while thinking about her.
After a few weeks, he definitely recognised her. When she took a break, 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 made plans for this. She had been 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, as big and proud as she had imagined, and the way she saw it, it was hanging down all the way to his knees.
Georg tried to introduce a bit of romance and kissed her smooth, soft chocolate skin, but she insisted on finding the bedroom and get on with it. She kneeled and started fondling him. She took his cock head in her mouth and let her tongue circle it while feeling it growing hard. He looked down at this very young, brown beauty who was going crazy on his old penis. She opened her mouth a little wider and took in as much as she could, while stroking it with both hands. She loved feeling it get really hard for her, and she loved feeling the excited pulse in the thick veins on the cock.
Lying down on the bed, she let him take over and he pounded her soaking pussy for a while until he broke 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, especially if she could stay the weekend. She wanted him to fuck her brains out, and just couldn’t get enough.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/n0psla/she_lusted_after_his_big_bulge