This is a continuation of Part 2 other parts that can be found in my profile. Sorry I’m on mobile, I’ll have to post the links later.
The older man was probably in his late forties and was looking good with his broad chest and dad bod.
My hand gripped his hard cock inside his basketball shorts and I stroked it as he explored my mouth with his tongue. His hands took hold of each of my ass cheeks and pressed his body against mine. I angled his cock to rub against my pussy lips with the last stranger’s cum dripping onto his shorts. He let out a soft moan feeling my soft wet lips rubbing over his head. I pulled back and sent his shorts falling down his legs to the floor. His cock was thick and had huge veins along his shaft. His mushroom head begged for my mouth. I knelt in front of him on the dirty floor and licked the pre-cum off him. He shuddered and his hand found my cheek. I let him caress my soft skin as I lightly kissed the tip of his pulsing cock.
I wondered how his cock would fit into my mouth as I slowly opened my lips to slide his head along my tongue. I opened my mouth wide to make room for his girth. My lips tightened against his shalf and I pressed my tongue against him. He moved his hand from my cheek to the back of my head and took my hair between his fingers to guid my head further down his shaft. My mouth filled and stretched around him and I tried to think of a time a ever had a cock this thick. I couldn’t.
He moved my head back and forth with my hair. I couldn’t help the tears welling up in my eyes every time his head found the back of my throat. He doubt he could see them start to stream down my cheeks in the dark, but I know he could feel and hear me gag as he pumped into my mouth harder and hit the back of my throat. He knew I was struggling and he liked it… I did too. I reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks for support as he held my head in place and fucked my mouth. He grunted and groaned with each trust. Just as he was about to cum, he ripped his cock out of my mouth and took a step back.
The spit dribbled to the floor between us and he told me to stand and turn around. I did as I was told. His cock rubbed against my plump ass and his arms wrapped around me. He moved me forward to the old dining table, took my breasts in each hand and squeezed them hard as he kissed my shoulders. He loosened his grip and slowly bent me over the table and guided his tip to part my puffy pussy lips. They were swollen and covered in cum already. Mine and the stranger’s before. This helped the older man’s enormous head enter me. I gasped with ecstasy and a hint of pain as he slowly pushed himself into me. With every inch, I questioned if I could take it…
Sensing my thoughts, the older man demanded in a harsh whisper, “You’re going to take this cock like a good little slut and you’re going to like it.”
“Yes, daddy,” I breathed. I could feel my pussy gripping his shaft as he began pumping me with his full length, “I’ll be a good slut.”
My phone buzzed on the table and the screen lit up the dark room. I looked, half blind from the light and sheer pleasure to see a text from my husband.
“Where are you at?” it read.
I tried to pull away from the older man, but he shoved me back down to the table and continued to trust his thick member into my tight throbbing pussy. “But my husband…”
“Can wait til I’m finished with you,” the older man said as he rammed me hard. I stifled a tiny scream and bit down on a finger.
I replied to the message, carefully typing between hard trusts deep into me, “Looking at some furniture in the back. You?”
My husband, “I’m toward the front on the other side. Anything good? ”
“Not much. Meet you up front in a min”
“Ok babe.”
I set my phone face down and the older man took this opportunity to take back my full attention. He rammed me hard again…. and again…. I moans escaped me with each trust. “Fuck yes, daddy!” I called out as I came. My knees almost buckled under me.
“You want me to cum in you too Baby Girl?”
“Please Daddy!” I cried out.
“Mmmm… I’d love to fill my dirty girl with cum.”
His hands took my waist and pulled my body back into him as he swelled, grunted, and pulsed inside me. I felt his warmth fill me and I quivered. “Thank you,” I whispered into the darkness.
“No my darling, thank you.”
Both of us sighed as he slowly pulled himself from my pussy’s tight grip. He fixed his shorts and handed me my leggings.
“Your phone,” he demanded.
I placed it in his hands as I dressed myself. He handed it back once I was presentable again and showed me the newly created contact. “Daddy ?”
“Now go home and make love to your husband. Text me when you’re finished.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said with a smile. “I can’t wait to play with you again.” I turned and walked out of the room. I stopped to dust off the dirt from my clothes in the light and the older man smacked my ass hard.
“Me too,” he said and walked toward the front.
I walked slowly through the aisles to the front counter, replaying the last 20 or so minutes over in my head. Did I really just do that? 2 men? My sore pussy told me I did with every step.
I met my husband with his pile of treasures at the check out. He wrapped his arm around me. “you’re all sweaty,” he said as a slight question.
“I found a room of furniture in the back corner and it was really stuffy in there,” I explained and we headed to the car. The drive was quiet and once we got home, I took my husband straight to bed. I pleasured him and we made sweet gentle love into the night. His cum was the 3rd that day. I laid snuggled up to him with knowing he had no idea his sweet wife was such a slut.
Then when my husband was snoring softly, I picked up my phone.
“Hey Daddy… did what you told me to.”
“Good girl.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/l8afom/flea_market_fuck_part_3_mfcheatingpublic
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