“Damn it,” I said and made to run out but he was behind me and just in front of the door. He used his back to push the door back, closing it and standing between me and my way out.
“You cannot tell Igrit,” he said. He had not bothered to tuck the dick back in and I could see the size of it, amazed by the sheer width of its head. I tried to keep my wonder hidden though. “I am not telling, just let me go,” I answered. “I do not believe you. Igrit must not know she doesn’t satisfy me.” He shook his head as he spoke and I could tell this was a serious matter to him, more than a spouse getting angry that her partner was masturbating. “She’ll divorce you,” I said. He nodded. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do but promise you. I’m not telling,” I said. “There’s a lot more that you can do than promise,” Tom said and I felt I observed something cunning in his stare. He was staring at my chest, brazenly too. I looked down and noticed my nipples poking through the crop top. I remembered my removed bra. “What are you saying?” I asked him. “Prove to me that my secret is safe with you,” he said. “What do you want?” I asked impatiently. Tom said nothing and moved closer to me. I was determined not to show the alarm I was feeling so I took my stand. Tom came closer till his cock was rubbing against my abdomen. I couldn’t stop my eyes from straying downwards to look at his cock. “Touch me,” he said. I shook my head but he gripped my arm tightly and nodded. “You have to,” he said, moving my hand to his cock and wrapping my hand around him. He was hard, much thicker than Brock and his head was a sheer joy to look at in full hardness. I felt desire well up strongly in me but my determination stood strong. I was about leaning back from him when his hands wrapped around me and he pulled me to him, dropping his mouth to the bud of my nipple through my top. His warmth danced through the material and triggered the hungry vixen that Brock had woken up outside. I pushed him back immediately and bent to his waist height as his back slammed against the kitchen door. Moving my palm and fingers around him in a to and fro movement, I leaned closer to him and opened my mouth to take him. His head was fat and I feared that mouth wouldn’t take him but it just did. His dick was too big for me to do much slurping so I used my mouth as a suction tube and kept wriggling my tongue on the underside of his dick. “Yes, I’ve dreamed about this very moment for so long,” he said. I took my mouth off him and laughed, moving my hands around him with my saliva as lube. Then I dipped him in my mouth again, taking him as far as possible till I could feel him poking the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and I had to pull him out as I had a choking feeling. “Your mouth is heaven but I want that ass. I want to taste what he tastes,” Tom said. I knew nothing about tasting what ‘he’ tastes but my pussy was already leaking seriously. I could feel trails of juice, running down both thighs. My pussy was hungry too. The intercourse started outside had me riveted with want but my inability to get to orgasm then had me crazy for this fat cock. I turned quickly and pulled down my leggings, revealing my G-stringed ass. “Hmm, G-string, Igrit would die twice before wearing this,” Tom said. “I’m not Igrit,” I commented and drew down my panties too. “Definitely not,” Tom said as he put his hands on my waist and drew me to him. His cock slid nicely between my ass cheeks and I could feel its head rub my pussy. His hands moved up and clutched my breasts as I leaned down and rested my hands on a table in front of him. “Doggy, perfect,” he said and drew his cock back before pushing it through my eager pussy. I felt him, every inch, vein and nick of his throbbing cock. I must have underestimated his size because he filled me completely and left me feeling suffocated down there. His cock wasn’t long, just the normal length but it was so thick I felt I didn’t have enough pussy to wrap around him. I could feel the cut of his circumcised head and how it rubbed and pulled my diaphanous insides when he pulled out. The feeling was amazing and I couldn’t but scream as his strokes dove in and out of me. I heard an electronic tune. It was my phone and Tom slowed down as I bent and fished it out from my removed shorts. It was Brock. I had to pick the call. “Hey, Natalie, it’s taking you rather long,” he said. “I’m sorry baby, I –,” I had to gasp as Tom chose that moment to drive his dick back into me, taking my breath away and causing me to groan. “Is something wrong?” “No honey, it’s the T.V. I couldn’t find the kitchen but I’ve found it now,” I managed to say as Tom stroked in and out. I could not hold in the gasps and small shouts as Tom’s cock was just too thick and demanded too much of my energy. The pleasure it emitted was too much for me to manage with my lips closed. “That place is pretty noisy. Are people fighting?” Brock asked. “It’s the T.V, babe. I’ll be with you in a minute,” I shouted and cut the call. Tom didn’t stop and instead fucked me with even more relentlessness. His cock drove his cock three more times into me and I felt my orgasm rip through my body and almost cause me to fall. Tom wasn’t done though and continuing stabbing through me till I could feel another orgasm rise like a huge ocean wave on a turbulent day. He came before me though in floods of seed that filled my pussy and popped out as he pulled out of me. “Damn, I love your cock,” I found myself saying. “And I love your ass. We make a good team.”
This is a Chapter 3 of “A Different Experience”, Check out the full story at: https://www.amazon.com/Samantha-Wild/e/B07QY4M8WF?ref=dbs_p_ebk_r00_abau_000000
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