His [M]onster cock reminded me of how much I love to [F]

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I have two settings when it comes to my sex life – holy virgin and wild whore. I’ve never quite mastered the in between. I had been single for a while and went through several fuck buddies, one night stands, and pity fucks (a wild whore phase) when I decided that I needed to stop messing around and not fuck anybody unless it was going to go somewhere (a holy virgin phase). So that’s what I did for five very long, cold, dry years. It was a long phase. Then, one day I got a message from someone who followed me on social media but I didn’t actually know. This was the first time I had gotten a message from a stranger but for some reason I decided to reply.

Based on his picture, he was decent looking. Not a super model, but definitely not ugly and he had a good build, not to skinny, not too muscular. He was perfectly average and that’s just how I like men to look. The conversation was good, which I am a sucker for. I can’t stand small talk that means absolutely nothing and abhor messages just “checking in”. But our chatting that evolved into talks on the phone weren’t like that, so I started to take an interest, but in conversation it came out pretty quickly that he was in town only temporarily for work which meant this couldn’t lead anywhere, so I pretty much had written him off as someone that was enjoyable to talk with, but that was all it was ever going to be. I never had any intention of meeting him in person for this reason.

At this time I worked in radio. Not as a DJ, but in radio nonetheless. About a month after he and I started talking, the station had a huge event we had every year that is basically a two-day music festival. All employees have to work the event both days. It was late on the final day as we were wrapping up clean up of the event location when I get a message notification.

“It was nice seeing you today.” I was so exhausted, and my brain output was at about 20%, so I didn’t even attempt to process what he was intending to say.

“What?” was all I could muster the energy to reply.

“At the concert, it was nice seeing you in person finally.”

I got a shot of energy and immediately looked around the now practically empty parking lot I was walking in, headed towards my car, as the stalker vibes creeped in. No one was there. At least no one I could see. “What do u mean? R u here now?”

“No, I was at the event earlier. But I could see you were busy running around taking care of things so I didn’t want to bother you.” The courteousness of his message erased all prior creepy sensations. It made me wish I had been able to see him.

“You should have said ‘hi’ at least. It would have been nice to see you.”

“Come see me now.”

Not, “want to come see me?”. Not, “I’d like to see you.” But a straightforward command. Up until this point, he had never spoken to me like that. It immediately turned me on. Apart from conversation, I’m also a sucker for confident men who know when to give a sexy command.

Knowing exactly what he meant, the holy virgin in me reared her ugly head. “But it’s late, and I’m tired and I’ve been outside sweating all day…”

“Even if it’s just for 5 minutes, I want you to come.” Another tingly chill ran down my spine as I asked him to text me the address.

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“I want you to know that I have no intention of having sex with you tonight.” The argument I had with the holy virgin in my head on my way to his long-stay hotel room was ended by us agreeing that I would make this no-sex declaration as soon as I entered his room so there would be no misunderstandings. In my head, I actually believed I would follow through with that promise. I have never gone back on my word in the past when I’ve said those words before.

But, that didn’t mean we couldn’t make out. Which is exactly what we started doing after a few minutes of conversation. His lips interrupted mine as I was talking about who-knows-what, and started with a soft, gentle kiss that quickly evolved into deep, hard ones with a skilled tongue probing and dancing with mine. He was a much better kisser than I had imagined he would be.

I kissed back, letting out small moans that escaped my control as I held a very firm grip on my hormones. His hands began exploring outside my clothes. First around my waist, trying to pull me closer, but I held my ground on the couch as I could feel my resolve waning. My hands were behind his neck and in his hair as I tried to both keep him close but not let him closer. Broad hands eventually made their way to my tits, sending even tougher to ignore sensations to my pussy. They were still on top of clothes, but through the thin shirt and silk bra I had worn to avoid building up too much heat at the event earlier, he easily found and began to tease my nipples. It’s one of my worse weak spots. I have extremely sensitive nipples that love to be played with. I immediately felt the heat and wetness start to build in my shorts. It sent alarms off in my head. I pulled his hands away just as they were about to make their way under my shirt, and with heavy breaths I told him, “we should stop.” Fucking holy virgin was ruining all the fun.

Luckily, he didn’t give a fuck about her. He grabbed the same hand that had stopped his and placed it on top of the crotch of his pants, while his other arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to plant another deep, probing kiss, but this time with me hovering over him, instead of the other way around like before, as he lifted me slightly off the couch like he wanted me to straddle him. I was about to do it, when my brain finally registered what was lying below the hand he had placed on him.

As my hand began caressing around his zipper, hoping that he might be satisfied with a simple hand job, it took a minute to believe what I was feeling in my hand. “Does he have something in there? What is that?” THAT was a hard-as-rock, massive cock pushing the limits of a very stressed zipper. My fingers traced the outline and my brain was still refusing to believe the enormity of it. It felt like four pairs of rolled socks stacked one on top of the other. I had never felt anything like it. Curiosity, disbelief, and more than anything, desire were immediately set off.

I climbed on top, want to rub whatever it was that he was hiding in there with the warmth and wetness that were now out of control and starting to soak my shorts. As my head ran through all these loops, he pulled off my shirt as soon as I straddled him. Pulling down the cups of my bra, he wrapped hot, juicy lips around one nipple, licking, treading, biting and pulling lightly with his teeth. That’s all it took for the holy virgin in my head to say her goodbyes and have the wild whore make a long-awaited appearance. At that moment, there wasn’t a force on earth that could have stopped me from fucking the shit out of this man. I was rocking back and forth, both my shorts and his pants straining against each other to disappear. His left hand was grabbing my ass firmly as I moved closer as his right hand moved quickly to unbutton and unzip my shorts. My body had not felt that good in I couldn’t remember how long. As soon as they were zipper was loosened, both his hands shot down the back of my shorts, pawing at the big round cheeks of my ass. My body was screaming that I needed more.

“I’m at my limit. I can’t take anymore. Fuck me please,” I breathed into his ear as his fingers played with different parts of my body. I didn’t need to say it twice. As soon as the words escaped my mouth, his firm hands cupped my ass and he lifted both of us off of the couch. My legs and arms wrapped around him as he carried me to the bed directly in front of us. As soon as he laid me down he pulled off my shorts.

“No panties, huh? I thought you’d be the matching bra and panties type.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

He smirked. “Zero disappointment,” he said as he spread my legs and kneeled by the edge of the bed. I was about to protest since I hadn’t showered, but what he definitely didn’t seem to mind and what he was doing with his tongue made my body beg not to interrupt. His tongue licked the inner and out lips of my pussy which were already soaking wet from my juices. He began to suck and slurp them up as one hand moved from holding my thighs open to laying right on top of my mound. His thumb found my clit and was making small, circular motions. My hands were in his hair, wanting to pull him even closer into me as my hips began moving up and down rhythmically. I felt so fucking good. I was about to cum already but I didn’t want too. I knew I could cum again if I came right away, but I didn’t want to. I really wanted to make the most of the first orgasm a man had given me in five years. I let go of his head and sat up.

“Stand up,” I ordered. Immediately unzipping and pulling down his pants, I finally caught my first glimpse of what I had only felt through fabric before. Again, I couldn’t believe it. This is no exaggeration even though I am well aware that it sounds like it is. He had to be at least 10 inches long if not more, and at least one and a half to two inches thick. It almost felt like it had to be a prank. I had only seen monster cocks in porn, I never thought I would actually see one on real life. The men I had in the past were not lacking in this area by any means, but this was a completely different level. An opportunity I knew would probably never get again in life. I needed to know what that cock would feel like inside of me, even if it ripped me in half. I could feel my pussy juice dripping onto the sheets. I tried not to admire him for too long. “Get on the bed.”

He laid down next to me, his cock standing at full attention in all its grandeur. I began salivating stroking it. I love giving head. I mean really, really love it. It is the biggest turn on for me. It makes me feel powerful knowing I can make you cum if I want or not. I love deep-throating too. Seeing the look on a guy’s face when you can feel the head of his dick shoved tightly past your tonsils is like pure heaven to me. But how was I going to get this monster in there? It didn’t matter, I had to try. My mouth came down on him slowly a few times going, in several inches at first and pushing myself to take more each time I went down, as I began to wet him with my spit. Having him inside my mouth helped me produce more saliva so I took some and got the palm of my hand all slippery so it could help me stimulate him.

His dick was getting sloppy with my spit as my hand stroked him and I concentrated on loosening my jaw, pushing him all the way to the back of my throat. I wanted to enjoy every single inch of that incredible cock, so I made a tight ring with my thumb and index finger right in front of my mouth and would come all the way up so that the head of his dick would end up in the palm of my hand right below the ring before going down for another stroke. He had already been moaning, but when I did this, he went absolutely crazy.

“How the fuck do you do that? It feels like going into a pussy. It feels fucking amazing.”

“Do you want an answer or do I keep going?” I asked with my lips rubbing up and down the side of his cock while my hand stroked the entire length of him.

He laughed. “Sorry,” was all he said, implying ‘please continue’.

As I he was covered with more and more of my spit, it was easier to push in further. I know I didn’t manage to take all of his cock in, but I could feel it was definitely a new record for me. It felt like he was halfway to my lungs. His moans, and him pulling the hair at the back of my head turned me on to a level I had never been turned onto before.

Again I told him, “I can’t take it anymore,” promptly climbing on top in reverse cowgirl, grabbing his cock and using the head to tease my clit lips a little before trying to sit on it. This position would allow for the best view of my plump ass and his cock fucking me, plus it would let me enjoy the sensation of him fucking me without worrying if I was making ugly pleasure faces. I really thought it was going to be tough to put him inside, but my pussy was throbbing and soaking wet, needing to feel him inside me that it slid right in. I had to go slowly, to allow my pussy time to adjust to the size, but it went in a lot easier than I thought it would because of how wet I was. I could feel the head of his dick tickling my cervix. I again felt like I was going to cum immediately, so I moved up and down very slowly at first. This was the first time I could feel a man hitting my cervix but I wasn’t sitting on his lower belly, rocking back and forth.

He grabbed my ass, moving it up and down, increasing the pace that I was taking him in and every so often rubbing the rim of my asshole with his thumb and fingers. There are no words to describe how fucking amazing it felt. I wanted more and more of him in me and as my body adjusted it felt like I was getting it. Eventually I was able to start just rocking back and forth. I had stopped trying to figure out how exactly all of him was fitting inside of me. His hands were on my hips and he was pushing into me from below at a fevered pace. My body was so aroused, that I could feel the air wafting in from the open window on my nipples. I could feel absolutely everything at that moment. I was lost in it, letting myself be owned by his cock completely. I had forgotten how much I loved this sensation and how much I had missed it over the previous five years that I hadn’t been dicked down by anyone. I leaned back, one arm on each side of him. His hands came up from my hips and played with my tits. I used one hand to rub my clit as I felt every inch of him in me. One minute more and that was it. I had the biggest orgasm I have ever felt in my life. I was exhausted, but he wasn’t done.

“I want to satisfy you but I’m so tired.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Just flip over,” he said as he moved me off of him and onto my stomach. He got behind me and pulled my hips up. My chest was on the bed, but I arched my back and lifted my ass into the air as he got between my legs. He pushed himself into me and I couldn’t believe how good it felt even hatter having a major orgasm already. He could tell how good I was feeling because of the involuntary noises I was making, so he didn’t take long to pick up the pace. I could feel him so deeply inside of me that there was not doubt in my mind that it would have been painful if I were so wet and turned on.

“Are you on birth control?”

It was a little late for that question, but we had both gotten carried away. “Yes, don’t worry. Please cum in me. I want to feel u cum inside me. Please make my pussy yours.” A few hard strokes after I felt his hot load inside me.

He tumbled on top of me and we both fell flat on the bed. It felt so amazing. “Please stay inside me for a bit.” He did. After a bit I felt his cock soften and come down to a more normal size, but still large even when flacid.

After a few moments of laying there, euphoric from the fuck fest we had just had, he got up to get me a towel to clean off from the bathroom. When I handed it back to him, he looked at it and said, “are you on your period?”

My period wasn’t due for another two weeks, but the instant I realized that he must have torn me a little but I loved his cock so much that I didn’t feel it, I was too embarrassed to admit it. “Oh, I just got off of it. I’m sorry.” He didn’t make a big deal about it.

It wasn’t until the third time we fucked that I finally told him that he was the first sex I had, had in five years. But I never admitted that the first time he did make me bleed.

I’ve had lots of other adventures I can share if you liked this one. Just let me know if you want more. :)

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