His Wife Claimed He Had a Big Appetite, I Wanted a Bite [FM]

One of the guys I use to play with was an older white gentleman named Mr. D. Well educated and dressed, the face of his company, and a great family man; he’s was decent guy. His wife knew about his first gf, me, and even encouraged our relationships; she poly was well. When I first met Mr. D I wasn’t sure of his capabilities. Being older either gives you a bonus or a setback. Either you’ve learned how to fuck or can’t last long enough to fuck. I explained this fact to Mr. D boldly on our first date. He reassured me he would “try his best” in his sweet soft tone. This did not assure me nor give me confidence in his sexual abilities but our attraction/chemistry was what kept me interested in him. 

For our first meet, he suggested a hotel we both agreed on. I arrived at the hotel anxious about the meet. Mr. D greeted me in the lobby of the hotel with a smile and a kiss. We started to walk towards the elevator. I could tell he noticed something was off about me. Once in the elevator, he wait for the doors to shut then he pulled me in close against his body. Fingers began to coil around my waist as deep, heavy kisses bounced from my lips to all around my neck. The hunger within me started to rise. Mr. D heard our floor number. He paused his attack on my face and interlocked our fingers before the elevator door opened. My heels started their rhythmic beat as we journeyed down the hall. Mr. D mentioned a fetish for heels and for the first time I noticed it. With each set of steps, he growled at the noise. My heels clacked fasted as he rushed me down the hallway; he couldn’t take it anymore.

The door to the room flung open and we rolled into it blinded by passion. Luckily the door auto-locked or we would have given the whole floor a show. Hands traveled around bodies as our tongues wiggled in each other’s mouths. Everything felt right but I still feared disappointment in the back of my head. My lips and tongue retreated to my face as I sunk into the bed. My eyes glanced over at Mr. D undressing from his cute holiday sweater and Levi jeans. 

“What if it isn’t good?” I blurted out. My mind grew tired of sorting out ways to better phrase the statement.

“Then I’ll work to make it better,” he replied as he continued to undress unbothered by my question.

“But what if you can’t make it better?” I rebuttaled.

Now, with just his boxers on, Mr. D slid across the bed and alongside me. His smile tried to reassure me but it didn’t.

“Then you’re way more advanced and need to teach me,” he chuckled while kissing my forehead.

I was taken aback by his statement. My back straightened as I sat up off the bed. Mr. D copied me and grabbed my hands.

“We can try it out; it’ll be fine. If it doesn’t work then it doesn’t work. If it does work though, you need to tell me when you’ve had enough or I’ll keep going…” 

I looked into his sincere blue eyes and felt him being genuine. Once again our tongues were dancing in each other mouths as our hands explored. It didn’t even take Mr. D two minutes to undress me. Two pillows were stacked at the top of the bed for my head while Mr. D sunk lower “for something sweet to eat”.

Things went from playful exploration to X rated in a snap. Mr. D slowly started kissing my inner thighs on each side until he reached the middle. Once at the center he played along the sides of my pelvic bone. He seemed lost. His mouth was everywhere but my wet pussy.

“You know it’s not over there but in the middle, right?” I asked while he seemed to dance around the elephant in the room.

Mr. D shot me a look but didn’t answer with words. His wet tongue pressed strongly on my clit, so much so it forced me to yelp. Fingers inched up my body as he grabbed my hard nipples. The pressure subsided but then rose with a quickness. Each time he drove me wild. After a few minutes of teasing, he finally allowed his tongue free-range. Finally, he began slurping and slopping all over my pussy.

Just like before our lips were inseparable. His fingers pulled back my hood to reveal more of my pink pearl. With my clit full exposed Mr. put that tongue into gear. My yelps turned into moans as rivers flowed from my body. I couldn’t take it anymore. I anchored my palms on his head to force him down further into my cunt. I began sliding my wet pussy all over him. His tongue stiffened in approval. Sounds of smacking lips filled the room as I smeared my pussy across his face. 

Mr. D’s hunger grew with mine. I was soon greeted with his cock by my face. I took him in my mouth so I could return the favor. All while I was sucking him I kept thinking about how much my pussy was throbbing, how badly I wanted his cock, and how good Mr. D made me feel. It excited me to make him groan and grunt the same way he made me yelp. I went down deeper on his cock and he returned the favor from earlier. With one hand he grabbed the back of my skull and with the other the headboard. His hips thrust into my mouth as he pushed his cock down deeper my throat. 

Loads of spit filled my mouth trying to moisten the thick cock that was choking me. I couldn’t breathe but didn’t complain because of the intense rush of pleasure. Hearing him moan led my fingers down to my overflowing cunt. Any maid walking in would have had a sight to see. I was on my back smushed up against the headboard while Mr. D towered over me pumping my face. 

Before we became too excited Mr. D reached over, put a condom on, and asked “Which way do you want it?”

I teased “Which every way you can bring it,” and he brought it. We started in missionary. 

Mr. D toyed with his cock outside of my wet cunt. Rubbing it up and across my slit. Those blue eyes pierced my dark brown ones. I didn’t even notice him slipping his cock in; I was hypnotized by his stare. It was the thickness of his cock that broke my gaze. I felt my pussy stretch to try and accommodate him. I couldn’t help but watch his cock instead of his eyes. He started slowly to give my pussy time to adjust to his thick member. The firm cock throbbed in my cunt while it waited to begin it’s work.

Mr. D laid on top of me and placed more kisses on my lips. It was in those blissful kisses that the first forceful stretch came; I felt the full force of his cock. His position change, he was on his knees now pumping my cunt. My thighs found themselves in his hands since I had trouble keeping them up. 

Pound after pound Mr. D used his cock to press into my tender little spot. All my fingers and toes curled as I tried to take the beating being brought to me. Not only was I moaning but my cunt was talking as well. Sloppy, wet, gushy sounds came from my lower lips; I couldn’t understand what was happening.

Mr. D never took his eyes off of me. Every moan, eye roll, and teeth grit he saw; it let him know what he was doing was right. When my cunt began chatting Mr. D understod her and he did what she wanted. He bent my knees towards me then planked while in my pussy. Whatever the move was called, God bless it. 

It only took a few pumps before my pussy was cumming and squirting all over the place. I couldn’t comprehend the continuous cummings I was experiencing. Not once did Mr. D stop. Even when my pussy shot up like a gushing geyser Mr. D pumped through my waves.

“Wow, you can get wet!” he teased as the bed began to overflood with my juices. I had no words only eye rolls, moans, and curled fingers and toes. I couldn’t think. I wanted to say stop but the force from cumming was too strong and felt too good. 

“Are you done already honey?” he teased again while watching me catch my breath between cums. That cock knew where my spot was and destroyed it on entry, every time. It wasn’t until he pulled me to the other end of the bed that I felt how soaked the bed was. Before pounding my pussy from the side of the bed he decided to “get a drink”. Mr. D teased me as he slurped up my juices. I was nice enough to “bring a water fountain” with me. 

Even in sex, Mr. D was a sweet smart ass. The smile on my face turned into shock as his fingers pressed inside my cunt and down on my spot. With two fingers and a couple of licks on the clit, Mr. D turned me into a water fountain he could drink from. It was the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me. There I was laid on my back like a turned-over turtle. My legs were pinned back and water was shooting from my pussy like fountains in Vegas. After the second squirt, he knew my particular pattern and could even count me down to squirt. 

He’d start slow and then towards the end, those two fingers would dig with force in my cunt. I had no choice but to shriek in ecstasy. The sheets were tangled in my fingers while I tried to find something to hold onto. My fingers decided to grip Mr. D”s flesh. My nails sunk into his skin with a fraction of the force I was fucked with. Mr. D pinned me tighter to the bed so I couldn’t escape his wrath. 

After drinking from my fountain of youth Mr. D decided to show my now beautifully sloppy self to the world. The bed was drenched so he picked me up then placed my warm body against the cold window of our hotel room. We were on the ninth floor and could care less who saw us. My face hugged the chilly glass as Mr. D pumped me from behind. While his fingers pinched my nipples I reached down and rubbed my swollen clit. 

A puddle dripped to the floor from my drooling pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet he made me. Moans continued to fill the room until Mr. D pulled us up onto our tippy toes. He tucked his hips in lower than mines and changed his angle. Within the first few thrusts of the new position, I knew I was finished. As soon as his cock reached the depth of my hole an ungodly noise escaped my lips. I couldn’t see Mr. D’s face since he was behind me, but I knew he was smiling. I could feel his grin.

I was a trooper in the bed but now pinned against the window I felt powerless against his cock. The places that he reached in my pussy were uncharted territory. My breast dropped from Mr. Ds hands then pushed against the window. I didn’t dare to look out the window. Goosebumps surfaced all over my body, my legs grew weak but Mr. D was there to the rescue. He grabbed my legs to hold me up. Now I was stuck against a window, feet off the ground, with a crazy cock fucking the shit out of me. I was in heaven but I couldn’t handle much more. It didn’t take long once in the air, for me to spray the window with my squirts. I could hear Mr. D chuckle every time I came and squirted. Every time the rivers would start to trickle down my legs he would force an explosion instead. He thrusted then pumped hard until I spoke no words only facial expressions and attempts at getting air.

I had to tap out. I had learned my lesson, after squirting for the eleventh time, what Mr.D said was true. He was amazing and he has to be stopped or he will keep going. I understod then why his wife was sharing. I grabbed his wrists and told him I couldn’t take much more. He peeled me off the window, walked me to the bathroom, and bent me over the sink. 

“Good baby, as long as you’re satisfied” he sang in a sweet tone. I stared at him through the bathroom mirror. I couldn’t hold the gaze for long. It seemed anytime I stared at him he’d just force my eyes to roll in the back of my head. He’d continue to watch me while he dug at my spot one last time. He broke my gaze, concentration, and any train of thought I had in my mind. My body drifted to a dream state. I was aware of the fucking but so overstimulated that I could do nothing but continue to be helplessly fucked like a rag doll. I couldn’t fuck him back only take his pounding. A smack across my ass woke me from my trance. Mr. D dug his fingers in my flesh; he was getting close. He placed on hand on the mirror and the other on the small of my back. His left foot rested on the sink countertop beside my body as he continued to destroy my hole. Once again he built up force then penetrated me deeply. His ball slapped my clit each time he thrust. Grunts filled the room as Mr. D held my hips while he pumped his load deep into my twat. 

Kisses ran down my back as Mr. D slid out of me. He turned the shower on and returned to me, frozen on the sink; shocked by the last two hours that had transpired. Our bodies stayed embraced until the bathroom was filled with steam.  Mr. D guided me to the shower and began to wash my sore body. We showered with kisses in between washes. Afterward, we cuddled in the bed until my body was rested and ready for the rest of my day. Thanks to Mrs. D for sharing for crazy husband :)

**note we no longer see each other, busy schedules & lives**

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