Just like all her other dates, she had met him online. They had been chatting for just a couple of hours and she decided it was time to meet him. I don’t know anything about him other than he is cute, lives nearby and is about to get a blowjob and be able to fuck her for as long as he wants.
She is tormenting me as she runs around getting ready. Wearing black thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt. She parades between the bedroom and bathroom wearing black panties and bra which are just as sheer as her nylons. She runs to the bathroom to make sure her makeup is just right. Back to the bedroom she goes, where she applies perfume to all those special places, again, just for him.
It is time for her to select her outfit. If history is any indication, she will come out with a nice top, not revealing too much of her huge chest but enough to show off her ample cleavage. She will come out wearing a skirt too. This is something she does just to tease me. She knows that my mind will be wondering whether or not she has kept her underwear on for the moment he is able to reach under her skirt and stroke her pussy. Sometimes she goes without panties, other times she wears them. For now, I wont know.
She comes out of the bedroom, all dressed. Smelling like a million dollars, she stands there and asks me what I think. Like always, tell her she looks great and I ask her if she will let me fuck her before she leaves. She says, “Of course not.” Just like always, she wants to be as fresh as she can for this new man.
She kisses me quickly, more a peck than a kiss and she says, “Two hours, okay?” I say, “Sure.” She wants to be safe. Even though she is going to be giving herself completely to a complete stranger she wants me to check on her every two hours. I also know she has the address where she will be, hidden in her jewelry box on her dresser. I have promised not to open that box unless she does not answer my text message inquiring about her safety.
In all the times she has gone on dates, I have opened the box once then drove all the way to the hotel listed on the paper. I texted her one last time, before I moved towards the lobby. Waiting 10 more minutes without an answer, I went to the room and knocked. She answered the door, wearing only a robe, and a huge smile.
Her date was dressed completely except for one untied shoe. I introduced myself to him, shook his hand and told him that I was her security blanket since she had not answered my text messages. He said he understood as I said goodbye and walked out. I really wanted to stay… I knew better. Since that date, she has made it a point to answer my text messages.
I watch as she checks the mirror one last time, making sure everything is perfect before she leaves. It is. She grabs her purse and as she is opening the door to leave, she tells me to check out her computer because she has left a surprise on her screen. With that, she is off.
All I know about this new man is that he lives 20 minutes away and she is going to his house to meet. I wonder what surprise she has in store for me on her computer, but do I dare look? The feeling in the pit of my stomach is tangible. As much as I want her to have a good time, I feel pangs in my gut, wanting to be there to watch or help rather than waiting to see if she is okay and had a good time later. I can’t wait. I head to her computer.
Wiggling the mouse, the computer comes to life. The 22 inch screen is filled with a picture of a hand stroking a huge cock. The hand is at the base of the cock. By my estimates, a typical man’s hand, wrapped around a cock like that is about 4 inches. This cock was sticking out almost twice that distance. He has to be between 10 and12 inches long and very thick. Was this her date? Was she going to get fucked by this monster? Look at how fat it is too!
I see another image is open and click on the icon at the bottom of her computer. Another image pops up and I see this same cock from a different angle. It is further away and I can see his abdomen with strings of fresh cum on it, LOTS of cum. Was she going to swallow all this or maybe be filled with this incredible load of cum? I feel even more pangs in my stomach. I wish I could watch. I want to jerk off but I know she wants me to wait until she gets home.
Now it is a battle with the clock. She left at 5:40 and it will take about 20 minutes to get there. Now it is 6:00 and she texts me, “I’m here.” I send back, “K – have fun.” I already know she will do her best to do just that.
Now is when I start the two hour timer. Part of me is jealous. Another part of me is concerned. Mostly, I am excited as I think about what he is doing to her and what she is doing to him. My cock is hard and I have not touched it. I enjoy this feeling. Is this weird?
I know she will come home and tell me what happened.. As much as I like hearing about it, I would much rather see it for myself. I keep thinking I am warped somehow because I seem to live for this turmoil of feelings, emotions and even the pangs in my stomach.
Tick, tick, tick. One hour. Has he fucked her yet? Is his huge cock too big for her? Did she suck that whole thing? What about positions? Doggie is good, she likes that, but she loves to be on top, grinding herself onto his cock as her date squeezes her tits. Then I think about how he might be with her. Does he have a quick trigger and cums too soon? Is he gentle enough or rough enough to keep her pussy soaked. Will he be surprised when she cums and squirts all over him? If he goes down on her, did she warn him about how much she squirts?
Tick, tick tick. 8:00 now. Time to check in. I send her a message, “how are you doing?” Her response comes in 4 minutes and is simple
Now I know she feels safe and is having a great time. Not that I feel any better wondering still what they are doing, but she is okay for now.Tick, tick, tick. 9:00. She opens the door and walks in. Her lips are puffy and her hair is now not nearly as in place as it was when she left. I notice that she no longer has her nylons on either.
She puts her purse down and comes to sit next to me on the couch as I try to appear more interested in the television than her arrival. I keep my eyes on the t.v. and ask her if she had a good time. She says it was okay. I question her about that because of the pictures she left behind for me to think about. She said he had a bigger dick, and it fit well, but he was not really good at fucking. She said even though he was big, he just could not hit all of her hot spots.
I said that was too bad, offering maybe she consider one of her other men friends might be a better choice. She said that she liked how full he made her feel when he was inside her pussy. I had to know… so I asked. Full of cock or cum? She answered, Both. Wanna see?” Duh.
With that, she took my hand and pulled it under her skirt and straight to her crotch. Before my fingers reached her, I already knew she was not wearing the black panties she started the evening with. I could feel the heat coming from her crotch too. She guided my fingers straight to her opening. She was wet still, like always. But this was different. It was slippery too. His cum was still leaking out of her.
She used her hand to adjust my fingers. She had now gotten just two of my two fingers up and guided them into her slit. She was not just warm, but hot. I stuck my fingers in slowly and could feel his cum ooze out around them. He had filled her so full… and this was after a 20 minute drive home!
She held my hand and with my fingers still extended, pulled me out and made me stroke her clit then she guided me back into her pussy. Without saying anything, she was telling me what she wanted me to do.
Once I was doing this to her over and over again, she let go of my hand and pulled down my sweats enough to grab my hard cock. She starts stroking it gently as she tells me what happened.
She says she was barely in the door and he was already kissing her as he lifted her blouse up. They broke their kiss just long enough to get it past their mouths before kissing even more. As he reached back to undo her bra, she had already put her hands inside his pants and was stroking his cock.
Her bra undone and tossed aside, he began nuzzling her neck while she fumbled briefly to undo his pants before his cock comes out. She said he already had a good amount of pre-cum on the head of his cock, so she bent down and using just her tongue, licked it off the tip.
As she was bent over to get the pre-cum, he slid her skirt over past her ample hips and they fell to the floor. He rubbed her ass cheeks as she finished getting the last few drops.
Now, I find out what happened with her panties. She tells me that she wanted him to have easy access so she slipped out of them in his driveway, before she even got out of the car.
She is getting more aggressive with my cock now, dancing around the head of my cock each time her hand gets to the top of her upstroke. She says she wants to see just how big he is and begins sucking him, trying to get him fully erect.
So I ask how big and she tells me, “He is like this long.” As she demonstrates with her hands, I estimate about 12 inches. Then she says, “And almost as thick as my wrist.”
I ask her if she was able to deep throat him and she said she did until he started to get really hard. As his cock began to grow in length, it also grew in girth. She said she just sucked on the head of his cock while stroking on it with both hands.
“I didn’t think I would be able to fuck him either.” His cock was so fat she didn’t think it would fit. I knew from touching her pussy that he managed somehow.
She moved herself over me and said his cock really filled her up, just as she began lowering herself onto my cock. Cum dripped out as my cock went in. There was lots of it leaking out. I could feel it on my pubic bone and on my balls as it trickled towards my ass.
She began slowly fucking me. She looked straight into my eyes as she told me how she got his cock hard with her stroking and sucking. She told me when he was hard, she turned around and he fucked her from behind while she was bent over, standing in his living room.
In just a few minutes, she had opened the door, sucked his cock and was being fucked by a complete stranger.
She tells me how she was using her pussy muscles to squeeze this massive cock as he began increasing how deep he was plunging it into her. She was glad she practices her kegel exercises every day because she knew his big cock would always seem like it was in a tight pussy. This time he was loving the feeling of an even tighter pussy with her every squeeze.
As she tells me this, she is begins to squeeze my cock the same way as she rides me. I am not nearly as big as the cock that just stretched her out. I can tell she is trying to milk me with her pussy muscles. It isn’t the same because she was so stretched..
She tells me she came, squirting hard before he unloaded for the first time. He came deep in her while she was bent over in the living room, still only just a couple feet from his door. She says he came so much that it dripped down the inside of her thighs. They both laughed at the wet spot on the carpet from where her juices had ended up.
Before they could even catch their breaths, he led her to his bedroom and they both lay there as he begins to use his tongue to stroke her pussy lips. She began grinding on my cock as she told me how he seemed to be massaging her pussy without even sticking his tongue inside her. She came three more times, the last time being the most intense. When he came up for air, his entire face was still soaked with her juices.
He climbed up next to her and she slowly stroked his cock back to life. This time, she wanted to taste his cum. Between her two hands, mouth and tickling the underside of the head of his cock, she proudly tells me she had him cumming again in under 10 minutes. She tells me his load was as huge as the one in her pussy and she could not get it all in her mouth, even though she loves to swallow cum almost as much as she loves to feel a man cum inside her.
Ever so slowly she is increasing how fast she is riding me now, I am playing with her tits as she rides me. She tells me he has said he was done and wouldn’t be able to get it up again. She knows better. She said she just kept using her hands and mouth until he got hard again.
She tells me he said, “Maybe I’m NOT done yet.” He spins her onto her back and holds her legs in the air as he begins plunging deep into her pussy. She cums over and over as he pounds her. “He made me cum three more times fucking me like this. He was fucking me with hard but with long and deep strokes, for what seemed like hours. His bed was soaked when we were done.”
I know I am close to unloading inside her. She tells me he said he was going to cum so she tried to milk his cock with her pussy and she reached down and began lightly tugging on his ball sack… he came inside her again. “And that is what you have been fucking. All his cum inside me. Can you feel it?” As I came, she began to shake and came herself.
We kissed and stroked each other for a while then she got up and went into her room. About ten minutes later I got more pangs as she called out to me from in front of her computer, “Do you want to call in sick tomorrow? I found another one and I am thinking about going to his house in the morning.”