MATURE MAN FUCKED HER GOOD..

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OK this story wasn't written by me but a writer I love and respect. Am sure you would enjoy reading...

Having a common name like Smith can sometimes be a problem and when it’s John Smith even more so. The John Smith of our story had been hassled by debt collectors mistaking him for one of his namesakes and was once even picked up by the police as a suspect in a jewelry heist. However, those events were nothing compared to what happened to him when he attended his company’s annual sales seminar at a Los Angeles hotel.

It was always a rowdy, drunken affair and was never complete without the occasional fight and some property damage. This was his 10th seminar, and as he was not keen to continue making an ass of himself he retired straight to his room with no desire to come out except to attend the dinners and training sessions.

He’d just unpacked a few things and was switching on the TV when there came a knock on the door. Half expecting to find “the guys” down there urging him to come out and join the fun, he moved towards the door sighing and shaking his head. But standing there when he opened it was a beautiful young lady.

“Are you Mr. Smith… Mr. John Smith?” she inquired.

“Yes. That’s me.”

“Sorry I’m late but I had a problem finding somewhere to park,” she said, squeezing past him into the room and commencing to unpack and set up some camera equipment.

“My name’s Twiggy,” she said, looking up from her gear. “It’s rather opportune that you should phone for an audition as we’ve got some new projects coming up and we’re looking for good-looking mature men like you. I haven’t got a lot of time so if you could strip off right away, it would help me out.”

“Do you mean strip all my clothes off?” he asked, rather shocked by the request.

“Well you certainly can’t fuck me in your clothes! That wouldn’t give us much of an idea what you can do, would it?”

He was about to protest that there must be another John Smith in the hotel but she had slipped off her top, releasing an absolutely beautiful pair of perky tits, and then started to wiggle out of her miniskirt and panties. No sane middle-aged man could miss an opportunity like this; she was 23 at the most and fucking gorgeous.

John ripped off his duds and flung them to the four corners of the room. As one would expect under the circumstances, his dick was hard and pointing right at her. She looked it over for a few moments and then asked if he’d mind if she measured it. He nodded and tried to smile but found his mouth had gone dry with the prospect of embedding it into her tiny tight quim.

She fumbled in her bag for a moment and produced a tape measure, then shoved the nib against his nut sack and very carefully strung it out. The mere touch of her fingers caused his legs to tremble and she noticed it, giving him a quizzical look.

She jotted the measurement down without telling him what it was and then realigned the camera so it pointed directly at the bed.

“Now, I do this all of the time,” she said, when she seemed to have the camera angle just right, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to enjoy it, so I expect you to send me into a state of complete ecstasy. Can you do that?”

John nodded meekly and waited for further instructions.

“I’m going to lie on the bed with my legs open and I want you to start by licking my feet, work your way up between my legs, lick my pussy and move your tongue up to my tits. Then I want you to suck my nipples and poke your finger in my crack and move it around.”

By now the over-enthusiastic John couldn’t wait to get into action and at first she had to tell him to slow down and be gentle. Then he wanted to linger when he got to her shaved cunt but after a few licks she hurried him on to the next stage.

Her nipples were quite long and quite hard. He first licked them, cupping them with his hands, then started sucking hard, then dropped his hand down and searched with his finger until he found the entrance to her vajajay. It felt wonderfully wet and warm; he moved his finger gently around, withdrew it, rubbed it up between the lips and slipped back in again.

She was loving every moment and was moaning and groaning like she’d never had it this good. John’s dick was rubbing up against the inside of her thigh as he worked his middle-aged magic; she arched and angled so that the head of it touched the tip of her cunt.

It didn’t take long before her body started to shake, quite violently, “Holy fuck, I’m coming,” she screamed, digging her long nails into his shoulders until they fetched blood.

Twiggy settled down in short order and slid beneath him so she could take his throbbing cock into her mouth. He let out a yell as she absorbed most of it and then she grabbed onto his balls and squeezed them. It was a little painful but with her soft lips sliding slowly up and down his shaft it didn’t seem to matter. John was dying to come and prayed she’d let him come in her mouth; nobody had ever let him do that before.

Tightening her grip around the base of his dick, she quickened the pace until he could feel his hot sperm racing upwards, and although he gallantly warned when he was about to ejaculate she soldiered on and swallowed the lot. Even after pulling his dick out of her mouth she kept licking the dripping end, making sure all the while it was captured on camera.

John was breathing heavy and starting to perspire but Twiggy was not about to let him slack off.

“Lick me out and lick me out good,” she commanded, and spread her legs to give him easy access. With his face between her thighs he separated the lips of her tight pussy with his fingers and then began to give her a thorough tongue lashing.

John had always prided himself on his eating-out ability, and he sailed his king-sized tongue up and down her crack until she cried out, “Oh my God, oh my God,” and then seemed to lose her mind as she had the biggest fucking orgasm she’d ever had.

Even though her body hadn’t finished shaking, she yelled for him to shove it in and fuck her. John knelt on the bed, drew her quivering cunt towards him and rammed it in up to the hilt.

She was gulping for air and flailing her arms as he pulled on her thighs and thrust away with surprising force and speed. Sparks seemed to course throughout his body as he pounded her pussy. Her tits were bouncing every which way and she was biting hard on her lip as he made the last final thrusts. There seemed no end to his semen; as it kept flowing and flowing she gripped harder onto his ass, pulling him further and further into her.

But like all good things it had to come to an end and when at last it did he gave a little wave to the camera.

“I’m sorry to tell you,” she said, slipping back into her clothes, “but this was all a joke.”

“A joke?”

“Yes, your fellow delegates chipped in a thousand dollars for me to do this so they can put it up on the screen at the banquet on Sunday night.”

“Holy shit! This is a new low even for them!”

“Well, to be fair I was only supposed to go as far measuring your dick and then say it was too small and pack up and leave.”

“So why didn’t you?” he asked, as he picked up his scattered clothing.

“I fancied you,” she smiled, “And I really enjoyed it, although Alan’s going to flip his nut when he sees the footage.”

“Alan Shanks, the Chairman’s son? Why would he object? He’s the biggest practical joker of them all.”

“Yes, but unfortunately he’s also my husband,” she said.

THE END

HER NEIGHBOR NAMED ORLANDO...

She walked into the living room… tossed her car keys on the center-table, threw her bag on the sofa and made her way into her bedroom. She was tired. The day at the office had been long; filled with meetings, arguments and eventual contractual compromise. She had refused her colleague’s dinner offer and instead opted to go home.

Entering her bedroom, she heaved a sigh of relief. This was her sanctuary… her safe haven… her palace of daydreams and torrid sex-sessions. Her bedroom had large floor to ceiling windows. She loved to open up the curtains at night to view the the dim, dark, star-filled night sky. Also, to watch the new occupant of the apartment opposite her.

She’d nicknamed the new occupant ORLANDO. They had never spoken but had shared many heated looks. She’d noticed him for the first time a month ago. On that day, she’d gotten out of bed, opened the curtains and gone about her morning ritual, which included Strip Yoga, Naked Pilates and Sexy Stretches. She was in the middle of a leg-lift when she’d noticed movement at the balcony opposite her bedroom window. She’s stopped short and cocked her head to the side, eyeing the balcony suspiciously, not bothering to cover up in shame. She was proud of her body and was vainly sure that people would be proud of her body on her behalf.

He stood there, shamelessly staring at her even after he’d been caught. He was tall, slim and good-looking, in a feminine sort of way. His body was all masculine but his face… BEAUTIFUL. They’d stared at each other, sizing themselves up shamelessly. After allowing him get a full view of her naked body, she walked up to the window and drew the curtains together. That had been the beginning of many shared looks. They never smiled, waved or exchanged greetings. Just stares… long, heated stares. If she wanted to be truthful, she’d admit that she looked forward to seeing him there at his balcony, staring at her through her huge windows.

Tonight, however, was different. She opened the curtains and looked over at Orlando’s balcony. There he was, seated at a table, having dinner with the most beautiful mulatto she’d ever clapped her eyes on. A sudden thunder bolt of jealously zapped at her; tugging at her heart and blinding her silly. Her hurt had been transferred to her eye and it quickly turned into blazing fury when she realized that he actually smiled at her.

How dare he? How dare he bring this vision of loveliness to their Sanctuary of Heated Stares? She turned away from the window and walked towards her bathroom to splash water on her face. From the bathroom, she could hear them talk. Her voice was young, playful and giggly. His was deep…. so deliciously deep and he spoke words that she wanted to hear…. words she’d imagine he would speak into her ears.

“You know all you have to do is ask…. and I’ll do anything you want.”

The mulatto giggled and said “I would like you to fuck me all night long…”

“Okay… done” he said in his deep, deep voice.

Mulatto’s giggle annoyed her for no apparent reason. She couldn’t understand why she was jealous of this girl that Orlando was apparently going to fuck all night. She splashed water on her face, took a deep breathe, exhaled loudly and decided sex was the only way. Stripping off her work clothes, she strolled out of the bathroom in her panties and bra and left the bedroom without glancing back at the window. She retrieved her cell-phone from her bag and put a call across to her ex-boyfriend. They had broken up a year and a half ago and he had only just gotten married but they were still close… they were fuck-buddies. She knew he would sprint out of his house when the call connected. She had that much power over him. She smiled when he picked the call after the first ring.

“Hey married man… busy?”

“Not too busy for you Sonia… what’s up?” He said.

“I’m horny…”

“See you in 30 minutes… keep that pussy warm and wet…” came his response.

She hung up with a smile. Feeling loads better, she sashayed into her bedroom. Her eyes stole a look at her window. The balcony was empty. Apparently, Orlando and Mulatto had begun their All-Night-Sexaton. It still irked her but the thought of her ex rushing down made it less annoying. Her ex fucked like a porno pro but sadly, sex wasn’t going to pay the bills and satisfy her huge crave for ostentatious living. She entered the bathroom to take a bath and freshen up. She expected her pussy to be thoroughly eaten tonight, so she took extra care washing it clean. She’d been told that her pussy was beautiful and she was proud of it. Her labia’s didn’t hang and her clit were not annoyingly elongated. Her pussy was near-perfect and she washed it with a tenderness that turned her on. Bath over, she returned to her bedroom, wiping her body clean with her soft fluffy towel. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up. It was her ex.

“Hey… don’t tell me you’re held up in traffic” She muttered into the phone.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes…. hope you’re wet for me baby…?” he asked.

She laughed out loud in genuine amusement. “I’m wet, quivering and waiting for you lover. Make the 15 minutes, 10!”
She hung up and tossed her cell phone on the bed. She was about to settle down in front of her ottoman when she noticed Orlando at his balcony. Wasn’t he supposed to be fucking mulatto all night? she mused. He stared at her…. not with the usual heat or lust; but with a dark broody look. Something had gone wrong… a fight with mulatto maybe? The thought made her smile. She beamed him a very bright smile, got up from her fancy ottoman chaise and walked towards the window. His eyes burned her body as he gazed at her intently… darting between her face, breast and pubis. She stood akimbo in front of the window, smiled, gave him a nonchalant shrug and closed the curtains. She laughed out loud, knowing he would hear her. Then she announced for his benefit…

“I’m gonna get fucked tonight Orlando… too bad you didn’t take the bait.”

She returned to the dressing table, slathered her perfumed night-cream all over her body, dabbed perfume behind her ears, neck and hand pulse areas, her butt-crack and several other place. She stood in front of the mirror and admired her body with a smug smile. Putting on light make-up, she pulled on a short baby-doll negligee, swept up her long braids, tied it into a bun at the top or her head and swept out of the bedroom. She picked a mint from her sweet-bowl on her dining table and poured herself a glass of Scotch.

The doorbell rang 15minutes later. Her ex was smack on time. Slapping the remote on her sound system, the device came on, “…Shine bright like a diamond; Shine bright like a diamond…”

She dropped her empty scotch glass and opened the door. Standing outside her flat was her ex……..AND Orlando. Both men had stern faces but her ex looked a little intimidated by the sexy hunk standing beside him. Sonia’s expression did not betray her surprise. She said nothing but stood aside for them to enter her apartment. Her ex walked in and stood beside her in a show of possessiveness. Orlando walked further down her living room and entered her bedroom, closing the door behind him. She gasped in shock.

“New Boyfriend?” her ex spat out the question in a jealous tizzy.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Sonia protested, her anger at Orlando swelling with every second.

How dare he come to her apartment and strut into her bedroom like they were lovers?

“He’s not your boyfriend but he’s familiar with your bedroom right?”

She turned angry eyes at him.

“I don’t have to lie to you…. why? Because you’re married. Now if you give me a moment, I’ll go find out what that intruder is looking for in my bedroom.”

She stalked towards her bedroom angrily and yanked the door open. She stepped into her bedroom and felt strong hands grab her and shut the door behind her.  Her shock turned to panic instantly.

“…I knew that we’d become one right away,Oh, right away…At first sight, I felt the energy of sun rays…I saw the life inside your eyes…”

The hands grabbed her breast and fondled them softly. Her heartbeat increased in tempo, the thought of rape crossing her mind.

“What are you doing…? I’m going to scream rape…” she told him in panic.

He let her go, breathing deeply, his eyes burning untold passion into hers.

“You and I need to fuck…” he said hoarsely.

“What? Weren’t you with some giggly mulatto a few minutes ago?”

“I don’t want her…. I want you…”

She eyed him suspiciously.

“Are you in drugs?” she asked him quizzically.

In response, he fumbled with his trouser buckle, his eyes fastened on her lips. Then he whipped out his dick… Sonia died a million sexual deaths at the sight of his manhood.

“Oh fuck me!” she breathed out.

“…Shine bright like a diamond…Shine bright like a diamond…Shining bright like a diamond…We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky…”

He pulled her close, reached a hand to cup her breast and leaned to kiss her. There was a spark when their lips touched… a frenzy engulfed them and suddenly they needed to be naked. Clothes were shed as their kiss turned passionate and needy.  He needed to feel her naked body… the body that had tormented him for a month. She had to feel his naked body… that sinewy frame and carried his greatly appealing lower appendage. He reached for her waist and pulled her close, grinding his dick on her as their lips drew out scorching passion.

“I need to fuck you… I need to exorcise you from my thoughts…. Fack it! You drive me crazy”

“…Feel the warmth, we’ll never dieWe’re like diamonds in the sky…”

She pushed away from him and walked to the window; her naked ass bouncing with every step. He watched her, breathing deep and feeling his dick harden in a way he never thought possible. She spread the curtain open, turned to him with a wan smile and climbed on the bed, laying on her back and spreading her legs apart. He needed no further invitation. He joined her on the bed and braced himself above her. With the chemistry between them, he couldn’t be bothered with foreplay at that moment. All he wanted to do was ram into her. She raised her leg, bending them at the knees with her feet firmly planted on the bed. He leaned towards her, guided his dick to her pussy and pushed in slowly.

“…So shine bright, tonight, you and I; We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky; Eye to eye, so alive…We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky…”

Her moan was unexpected… her eyes widened, her mouth fell open at the feel of him inside of her. Her expression almost made him cum so he closed his eyes to block out her face and thrust in deeper. Another moan escaped her, this time louder and more urgent. He couldn’t hold back… he rammed her hard; fucking her crazily, trying to hold back his cum as she screamed and grabbed his butt with both hands and circled her legs around his waist.

“You’re gonna make me cum…” he groaned out.

He rammed her a few times and groaned again in release. She pushed him out before he could cum inside her pussy. She sat up and grabbed his dick and tugged it gently, watching it in fascination as sperm shot out in spurts. She tugged at his dick again, as if milking an udder and he groaned.

“Sonia…? Sonia, are you ok?” came her ex’s voice from outside her bedroom door.

“Oh shet!” She said and sprang off the bed to lock the door hurriedly.

Her ex knocked on the door a few more times, calling out her name; at first in concern. After two more knocks, his voice became irritated and eventually angry.

“Fine! I’m leaving. You can go ahead and fuck your ‘intruder’. Oh, and by the way…. don’t EVER call me again!”

Sonia listened in silence as her ex stumped to the door. She heard it slam shut with a force that threatened to collapse the building. Orlando lay on the bed, a smug smile on his face. Sonia smiled back as she approached him.
“See what you’ve caused?” She said.

His smile broadened. He reached out his hand to her and pulled her towards him. She allowed him hold her close and took his kiss eagerly.  The mastery of his kisses amazed and aroused her once again. His hand reached down to touch her pussy. She was wet and ready for him. His dick hardened at her wetness but he wasn’t going to fuck her just yet. He wanted to savor every part of her. His kiss was fierce with longing drawing out a fiery response from her. He left her lips and kissed her earlobes softly, sucking them with a tenderness that almost made her scream out. She moaned and sank her teeth into his neck and bit him hard enough to leave teeth-marks. He groaned in pleasure and moved his lips to her nipples. He kneaded and sucked on them hard, feeling her waist buck under him with urgent need.

“Ooooohhhhh….. Oh shet…. what you do with your lips….Gawd!”

He smiled and moved down to her belly-button and sucked on it while his hands remained on her breasts. She grabbed one of his hands and slipped his thumb into her mouth. His head jerked up, their eyes clashing. He watched his thumb go in and out of her mouth.

“Come do that to my dick…” he whispered hoarsely.

She got up as he lay down on his back, crawled across him and placed herself in the 69 position. He looked up at her pussy, his heart beating at the anticipated taste of her juice. Eagerly, he grabbed her ass and pulled her down to taste her. She sank  her pussy onto his face and gasped as his tongue touched her clit. She stroked his dick while he ate up her pussy with relish. She was supposed to be sucking on his dick but he was eating her so good that she could barely think straight. She  felt him kiss and suck her pussy and screamed out in pleasure. Trying to quell her building orgasm, she decided to suck him off. She took him into her mouth and sucked for dear life. Orlando eased on her pussy and let out a groan.

“Suck that dick baby… suck it good.”

His voice encouraged her and she took him in deeper. He began to move his waist, making his dick go in and out of her mouth. She grabbed the base of his dick and sucked him madly, occasionally stopping to spit on it then taking it back into her mouth. He groaned again and buried his head in her crotch, kissing and sucking her core till he felt her shake on the verge of climax.

“Faccck it…. I’m gonna cum Orlando…”

“Cum for me baby. Cum all over my face… let me drink it up. Fack! You taste so good. I can eat you all day…”

He held her ass in place as she climaxed… dripping wetness all over his face. His dick was temporarily abandoned as she screamed and clawed her way through her orgasm before collapsing tiredly on his body. She was breathing hard, her lips dried and her throat parched with the force of the erotic moment. He gently turned her over, placing her on her back. She complied weakly as he lifted her leg on to his shoulder and positioned himself above her. She grabbed his hand and shook him slightly.

“Condom… Use a condom this time… I’ve got a pack there.”

He was breathing hard but he obeyed. He got off the bed and walked to the ottoman that she pointed at. Finding a pack of condoms on the first drawer, he selected one, tore off  the foil and wore it hurriedly. He returned to the bed and pull at her roughly…. his need desperate to be sated. Lifting her leg and placing it on his shoulder, he aimed his dick at her pussy and entered. She screamed and clutched at her pillow, feeling her breast jiggle and her pussy explode with the force of his thrust. He fucked her hard, fast and rough and watched her cry out in pleasure and spit out vulgar words that spurred him on.

“Oh shet…. fuck me Orlando… fuck me good. Yeeeaaaaaah…. oh yeeaaaaah… Make my pussy whistle…. Fack! Fack!! Fack!!! Faaaaaack…….. Oh my gawd…. I wanna have your babies I swear!”

Her screams were fucking with his stamina. He tried to hold back his raging release.

“I’m gonna cum Orlando…. I’m gonna cum…. oh shet!”

Her whimper finally broke his resolve. He tumbled to the edge and they climaxed together… moans mixing with groans. He was breathing hard as he eased her leg away from his shoulder and removed the used condom. Then he lay beside her, pulling her close and wrapping her in warm embrace. They lay together, breathing hard and trying to catch their breath. She looked out her window in the silence, gazing at the stars and wondering why she’d allowed this unknown person fuck her.

“Why do you keep calling me Orlando?”

She shrugged in embarrassment, grateful that she had her back to him.

“That’s the name I call you in my head.”

He chuckled. “I kinda like it…. though my name is Frank.”

She turned to look at him. “You don’t look like a “Frank”.

He laughed again and pulled her close but she squirmed free.

“I’m hungry…. I haven’t had dinner.” she paused to stare at him intently before continuing. “And I want you to leave…”

He sat up, looking at her curiously…

“You really want me to leave?”

“Yes… I do.” She replied firmly.

He smiled and got off the bed. She watched him dress up, taking his time, as if trying to get her to change her mind. But she didn’t. He finished dressing up and stood watching her. She was still naked and lying on the bed. He walked up to her and leaned down. Their noses touched and she could smell herself all over his face. He licked his lips then kissed her, deep and passionately. He eventually pulled back when he felt her panting with need and walked out of the bedroom. She remained on her bed and heard her front door close gently as he stepped out of her apartment. A sudden wave of tiredness washed over her. Stifling a yawn, she managed to get up and stagger to her living room to lock her door. Her pussy hurt… and she knew he had bruised her. Strangely, the thought of the bruise turned her on again but she was tired. Very much so. She staggered back to the bedroom, pulled the curtains closed and fell back on her bed. She was asleep in a flash.

THREE WEEKS LATER…
Sonia returned from her trip to Ghana. She had been away on official assignment to Port Harcourt, Calabar and Ghana. She hadn’t seen the inside of her apartment for 2 and a half weeks and she hadn’t seen Frank since after their romp. She was tired hungry and needed to be fucked till she passed out in exhaustion. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, she was surprised to see a card stuck on her door. She took the card and removed it from the envelope. Written on the cards were these very word…

“I am single now… I miss you… I need you… I want to hear you tell me how much you want my babies… Signed, Orlando.”

She smiled, shook her head and entered her apartment; leaving her luggage beside her couch and tossing her bag on the floor. She rushed into her bedroom and pulled open her curtain. He wasn’t there and his apartment looked deserted and dark. Her excitement died as suddenly as it begun. She regretted not getting his contact. She’d missed him too and wanted him to fuck her to oblivion. With a tired sigh, she turned away from the window and made her way to her kitchen. She poured herself a glass of juice and made herself a pack of noodle then went to shower, change into a robe before settling down in front of the TV to eat. She was halfway done when she heard the knock. Curiously, she called out…

“Who is there?”

“Its Orlando…” came the deep-voiced response.

She smiled and felt a sudden heat in her loins.

THE END!

TWO WEEKS TO D-DAY....

This story is FICTION. I had to make that known because I find people tend to take my write-ups way too seriously. The characters are two very dear people to me and seeing as they are both truly physically beautiful, I decided to pair them in this post.
Enjoy!

……… She turned to Nina in surprise; her beautiful eyes widening and making them even more expressive.

“He’s in town… he wants us to meet up for drinks”, she told Nina.

Her heart was pounding frantically.

He’s in town? Why Now? Why? He had such rotten timing though.

Her thoughts were scattered all over the place. She was getting married to Timo in two weeks… after his oh-so-romantic proposal last December, they had discussed and finally agreed to a February wedding. Her friends had been happy to hear about her engagement and told her how lucky she was to have a great guy like Timo love her so much. She felt lucky. After that disaster break-up from Danladi, she felt she deserved Timo and all the goodness he brought along with him.

…But HE was always there. The silent admirer from afar. He was incredibly good-looking and always knew the right things to say. They’d met on twitter six months ago. It was an idle day at the hospital and she was bored, so she posted a photo on Instagram, dropping a link on her TL. He’d mentioned her with the simple words… “My, you are beautiful…” It was only natural that she zoomed in on his avatar. And there he was, hotness in every sense of the word. Kayla’s heart raced. She couldn’t bring herself to tweet back a “Thank You” so she kept quiet and stalked him… trying to get a feel of his person.

She’d heard so much about online flings and how they turned horribly wrong most times and she was prepared to ignore him should he make a pass at her. He never did though. He was constantly on her TL, making references to her beauty and holding mundane conversations but deep down in Kayla’s heart, she KNEW he liked her alot… and she liked him also.

Who wouldn’t like this fine boy? she mused.

Sadly, he came 2 years too late because she was already in a relationship. When she announced her engagement on twitter, he was one of the first people to congratulate her. She’d smiled wistfully and told Nina… “Now if Timo wasn’t in my life, I would so jump this guy…” She expected him to ease on the compliments of step back from their online convos, but he didn’t. He kept right on chatting and complimenting her.

“If he’s in town, so?” Nina asked her irritably. Kayla beamed her a bright smile. Nina was the first to alert her about HIM. “That guy will just bedazzle you, fuck you and move on to the next. We know their type. They are crawling all over social media.”

“But I didn’t say I’m going to fuck him nah… all I said is that He’s in town…” Kayla explained.

“But you plan to see him right? Damn Kay, you’re getting married to Timo in 2 weeks. I would kill to be in your shoes! Yet all you talk about is… *That twitter guy said this, that twitter guy said that*… what is wrong with you?” Nina was far from amused.

She knew Nina was right. She really should be more excited about her forthcoming wedding than HIS arrival. So she  changed the topic and never mentioned him again. She was excited that Nina was spending the night but a family emergency murdered that plan so Kayla was left all alone. Luckily, Timo called her from work and they spoke for hours. His calls always made her horny and she told him how much she missed him. During their conversation, her phone kept beeping, signifying that a call was waiting. She didn’t want to interrupt her gist with her fiancé so she ignored whoever’s call was waiting. But the caller seemed persistent and it was beginning to irritate her so she told Timo to hold on and checked on who the caller was. It turned out to be HIM. Kayla’s heart did a triple somersault.

“Hi, Timo baby… can I call you back? Dr. Kingsley has been on call waiting. Let me find out what he wants.”

Timo said his goodbyes with the promise to call her before going to bed. With a shaky breath, she aimed her finger to dial HIS number but as if by telepathy, he called her again.

“Hey sexy-beautiful doctor…”

“Hi dear…” she responded shyly.

“You on call tonight?”

“No… I’m home, bored and abandoned by my friend.” she said with a chuckle.

“Oh my… that can’t be fun. Can I make it better and take you out to dinner?” he asked.

Her heart leapt at the prospect but she had to act calm. She was someone’s fiancée after all.

“Dinner? With you? You realize I’m someone’s wife-to-be right?” she asked him back.

“Dinner at a restaurant… with other patrons there… Surely you can have a harmless dinner with a friendng…”

He sounded sincere enough and besides, if she continued fussing, she would appear like a ‘No-Confidence, Thirsty-Doctor-Hoe’ so she agreed to meet him at a Chinese Restaurant in Victoria Island, in an hour. Kayla dressed with care; feeling a little guilty about agreeing to dinner with another man other than her fiancée. She didn’t want to appear too sexy, so as not to give him bright ideas; yet she wanted to look beautiful for him. She chose a simple dark-blue dress with a tiny silver belt… did her make-up to impeccable perfection… and pouted at her reflection. She loved what she saw and secretly hoped he would like it too. Stuffing some money into her small silver purse, she left the house with mixed feelings.

The Chinese restaurant had a few patrons so she had to look around before spotting him, seated at a table, alone…. fiddling with his phone. Kayla’s breath caught in her throat. In person, he was far more handsome, slim and tall. She muttered up a silent prayer, fixed on her brightest smile and approached his table. He got up respectfully and smiled at her. They stood there for a brief second, sizing each other up in awkward silence and wondering if to exchange handshakes or hugs. Kayla was a hugger and knew hugs were ideal ice-breakers so she hugged him… not for too long… but long enough to let him know she was comfortable around him.

They ordered their meal and talked. She found he was quite easy to talk to…. a bit sensitive and somewhat shy but Kayla detected mischief in him ever so often. He asked about her marriage preparation and she told him all about it; adding funny little anecdotes about wedding shopping and family meetings. 2 hours later, dinner was over yet they talked. Kayla had sipped a little wine with her dinner and was completely relaxed in his company. For some crazy reason, she didn’t want to leave just yet.

“We could go have drinks and talk some more…” He suggested.

She looked at him suspiciously then shook her head.

“Noo… I’m on call tomorrow morning. I have to get going…”

“Aaaah… just a drink. The hotel I’m at has this lovely pool bar,” he tried to persuade her.

“No… I really shouldn’t. But thanks Farouk. Dinner was fun… I’m stuffed. I had a good time sha.”

“I had a good time too but you want to ruin it for me…” he said with a mock pout that made her laugh.

They walked out the restaurant together, looking like a real couple… He, talk dark and handsome… She, petite, statuesque and beautiful. But each with their own crazy thoughts. He walked her to her car and stood by politely as she opened it.

“Its nice seeing you in person though. You’re a lady-killer and I bet you know it,”she said, trying to lighten the obvious sexual tension that hung between them.

“And YOU are a Man-slayer, miss Sexy-beautiful…” he said, still mock-pouting.

Turning to him with a warm smile, she spread her arms out for a hug. He hugged her back and went a step further, leaning to kiss her tentatively on the lips. He didn’t force it… just a soft kiss on her lips, as if expecting her to do something rash. Kayla felt her resolve melt away. She opened her mouth and took his tongue in submission. They kissed like long lost lovers; savoring the taste of each other… their bodies drawing closer and closer. Slowly, he released her and looked into her eyes.

“Please have a drink with me Beautiful Kayla…” he begged.

What the heck! I’m getting married in 2 weeks… If Timo found out, I’ll be a dead doctor… but meeehn, Farouk has SEX written all over him. That kiss…. oh that kiss. I need to know what his mouth is capable of. I need that mouth on other parts of my body. 

Kayla couldn’t trust her voice so she nodded in agreement. His smile almost made her reach for him and kiss him again… instead, she looked away shyly… making sure her gaze briefly traveled down the front of his crotch. The slight bulge told her what she needed to know. He was equally as aroused as she was. With the chemistry between them, Kayla didn’t foresee any drinking by the pool… but she knew that she was going to be ensconced in his arms and the thought made her heart palpitate.

She had a ring but she was still technically single… she could give herself a treat and Farouk as a last fling before getting hitched. Something told her that Farouk would be an excellent lover and she wanted to ‘sex’ him so badly.
At the back of his rental car, Farouk reached for her again. He pulled her close and kissed her. Kayla responded, this time, more passionately. He reached down and touched her breast, squeezing it soft it, as if afraid he would hurt her. A sigh escaped Kayla and he whispered in her ear…

“Gosh… I want to eat you up so bad ….”

Kayla felt her juices pour but at that moment she caught the driver looking at them via the rear-view mirror and had silently signaled Farouk. They broke apart and tried to compose themselves for the rest of the drive to the hotel. The journey seemed to be taking forever and the sexual tension between them was about to drive her mad. She casually placed her hand on his lap and let her fingers rest over his bulge. He throbbed instantly and took in a deep breath and spread his thighs apart slightly… to give her fingers more room. She smiled and grabbed his dick, stroking it softly, almost absentmindedly. She heard him exhale and knew he was struggling to hold back his groan. Feeling suddenly powerful, she stroked him with more vigor and was pleased when he turned narrowed, passion-glazed eyes towards her.

“Sweetie… you’re killing me here. Continue this and I’ll give the driver something to watch.” he told her gruffly.

Kayla smiled and removed her hand from his laps, folding them demurely on her own lap. at last, they got to the hotel. He calmly dismissed the driver and lead Kayla to his room on the fourth floor. He wanted to kiss her in the elevator but there were two other people inside so he shelved the thought. They got to his room and she marveled at how calm he appeared as he opened the door.

This is it Kayla! This is where you lose all sanity and rational thinking and just go with the flow.

They entered the room and he was all over her with an urgency that made mockery of his initial calm. he covered her mouth with his, squeezing her breasts and grinding close to her so she could feel his erection. Kayla let out a moan and he lead her to the bed, making her sit on the edge and spreading her thighs apart. She watched his eyes darkened as he smelled her arousal. She didn’t  want to watch him eat her so she lay back on the bed, spread and laps further apart and held her breath. She felt his warm breath fan her pussy and clenched as his tongue made contact with her clit. He was kneeling in front of her so it was easy for him to pull her ass closer to the edge of the bed and bury his face in her pussy.

She was very, very wet and he lapped up her juice hungrily. Kayla screamed aloud, lifted her head to watch him eat her then lay back moaning. He kept eating her pussy till she began to scream aloud… a sure sign that she was about to climax. Then he dipped two long, slim fingers in to her and finger fucked her till she came. She shook as orgasm coursed over her and didn’t notice when he removed his clothes… every last stitch and stood towering over her naked. Kayla opened her eyes and was faced with his dark, long, fat and throbbing dick. Her pussy moistened again and she sat up. her initial shyness disappeared and she began to undress.

“How do you want me to fuck you Sweetie?” he asked her as he slipped a condom on.

“Anyhow you want… just make it count.” she told him., unable to take her eyes away from his huge penis.

He lay on his back and beckoned for her to come ride him. She sat astride him and slowly sat on his dick. But he was huge and his journey into her hurt a bit.

“Fuck! You so tight. You gonna make me cum….”

He held her tiny waist in place and began to fuck her slowly, giving light thrusts till her pussy got  the hang of his girth. Then she began to fuck him right back with an energy that surprised him. Farouk’s eyes narrowed to slits as he watched her fuck him; her full breast bouncing up and down.He itched to suck her nipples and made them rock hard. He pulled her towards him till her breast touched his face and trapped one nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and making Kayla’s senses exploded. She began to fuck him fast.

“Squeeze my ass baby…” she ordered him breathlessly.

He sucked her nipples and squeezed her pert ass, spreading them apart as she fucked him and jamming them tight. He groaned and released her nipple, throwing his head back and ramming into her from under. They fucked hard, sweating and breathing deeply till she screamed out in orgasm again, falling on his chest and  shaking sporadically. He eased his hard dick out of pussy and kissed her all over her face. He gave her a moment to pull together before whispering in her ear…

“You’ve cum twice sweetie… make me cum… I wanna take you from the back..”

She got on all fours, her body glistening with sweat and thrust her ass to him.

“Fuck! I need to pound you and hear you scream again Beautiful…”

She felt his dick enter her slowly and gasped as he sank in deeper. Holding her waist, he began to fuck her… spacing his thrusts in single-minded calculation…. For every 8 fast paced thrust, he balanced it out with 4 slow thrusts… fucking Kayla hard and making her scream and bite the pillow and duvet. Kayla’s moans were getting louder as he pounded her faster, slowing to watch her pert ass bounce on his dick before ramming her some more. Her moans turned into screams of pleasure and pushed him to the brink.

“Arrrrggggghhh…. I’m gonna cum sweetie… arrrghhh…. arrrrggggh…”

He came, squeezing her waist and buried his dick to the hilt, deep inside her. Kayla clenched her pussy walls around his dick and he groan. She used her pussy to grip him, milking him till he was done cumming.

“You fuck so good Sexy Kayla…. just the way I imagined you would” he told her with a smile. “I had a hunch you would be dynamite.”

Kayla smiled shyly and shook her head. “Your dick though… kai…”

“You, are dynamite though…”

They both laughed. Then she heard her phone ring and knew it was Timo calling. She rolled off the bed and rushed to get it from her bag and hurried into the bathroom to take the call. She was away for 20minutes and when she emerged from the toilet, she met him stroking his dick lazily. The minute she appeared in his line of vision, he hardened again. Kayla stood by the side of the bed, staring at him with a mischievous smile.

“I really should leave. I’m on call tomorrow morning…” she said.

“You’re not going to leave Sweetie… I’m gonna fuck you till I’m spent. and from the look in your beautiful eyes, I know you want me to fuck you till you pass out”

Kayla sighed. She looked at his now pulsating dick and shook her head.

“You wont kill me…” she told him jokingly.

“Naaah… I don’t intend to kill you… But I’m gonna fuck you in every possible way I can, from now till morning”

“Haaa! Farouk… please o…”

“I will give you a breather if you come suck my dick…” he told her with a sly smile.

Kayla looked at his throbbing dick, heat pooling at her pussy.

Oh-hell! This is my farewell to spinsterhood fuck sha. No point feeling guilty at the 11th hour. I might as well lay back and enjoy the ride afterall, I’m still single for 2 weeks.

She looked at his handsome face, smiled and gave his dick one final look before going to join him in bed.

THE END!

SOAKING DIRTY FOR HIM....

For some time now my sex life with my husband has been a little boring, it was the usual routine of we kissed, he got erect and we went right down to my business and this was really affecting me. I needed something a little bit more than this, what it was I didn’t know but I knew I wanted the sex to be something to look forward to. In my bid to spice up our sex life, I decided to ask my friend Bunmi what I could do to make things a little better with my husband. Then Bunmi gave me the perfect idea, to do something that we didn’t do on the usual. Being a shy person, my husband usually liked that we have sex in the dark and that was another issue that was bothering me. I wanted to see his face in the heat of passion, I wanted to see him pounding into me, I wanted to not just hear his moans and grunts. What I am trying to say is that I wanted to be treated like a whore so I took Bunmi advice.

My husband was preparing for bed and whistling in the bathroom when I quickly stripped out of my own clothes and walked stark naked into the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asked, covering his manhood and I cocked my eyebrow at him in question.

“What does it look like I am doing? I am having a bath with my husband of course. It’s not like what you are covering is not mine.”  He got out of the shower quickly and stood watching me as I reached unconcerned for the bar of soap that he had dropped in the bath in his haste to get out. Now I am a very well-endowed person and I made sure that as I bent over, my firm ass rose up well enough in the air to give him a good view of my naked backside which was glistening with water and instead of coming back up, I began to soap my leg.

“What is the meaning of this?” I looked at him with a look of feigned surprise as I saw that he was still standing there covering his manhood which he was now covering with his two hands instead of one. Apparently, his penis was getting excited at seeing my voluptuous backside and my firm breasts jutting downwards in my bent over state.

“Will you pass me that shower cap by your side?” I said, pretending not to have heard his question and pointing at my shower cap that was just by one of the taps where he was standing. He stood there unsure of what to do, I saw the confusion on his face as he debated whether he should release his dick and expose that he was getting excited at seeing me naked or simply walk out of the bathroom.

My hand moved from my legs and I straightened to begin soaping my taut stomach which even after two children was still flat and free of stretchmark. His eyes followed the movement of my hand and I saw a peek of flesh as his penis which was growing hard pushed against his hand.  I knew I had to do something quickly before before he walked out of the bathroom and I would have succeeded in making an utter fool of myself

“You are not the one that is going to mop that floor you know,” I said, indicating to the water that was dripping from his wet body to form a puddle on the floor. “You might as well come here and help me soap my back, my hand can’t reach far enough.” As I said this, I straightened and began to rub my breasts with the bar of soap in a quick movement.  When I had lathered my breasts with soap, I began to rub in soft kneading movements with my eyes closed.

“This feels good you know, you should come join me as well.” I didn’t need to open my eyes to suddenly feel his presence beside me as he enveloped me in a hug from behind, his hands pushing away mine in a gentle manner as he took over from me and began to rub the soap himself. I leaned back into him so that I could feel his hard dick which was prodding my ass and laughed as I reached out for it.

“What is this,” I said playfully, rubbing my thumb over the cap of his dick. His response was a squeeze of my ass and he bit my ears playfully, causing me to squeal excitedly. He had just hit one of my spots and he must have noticed the way I reacted to the gentle nip because his mouth found my ear and he poked his tongue inside in a licking movement. My moan was a sexual one and my grip on his fully erect dick went firmer. His fingers found my nipples and he pinched, it was a bit painful because they were now hard and aching for his touch but I didn’t mind the slight pain because of the things his tongue was doing in my ears. I curled my toes, as my hand went up and down on his shaft.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he whispered thickly but I shook my head and instead turned to face him.

“The bedroom is boring, let’s do it here.”

“Have you been watching porn?” he said and I laughed at the shocked expression on his face.

“How does having sex with my husband have to do with porn?” I was a bit embarrassed now and I tried to disengage from him, my bravado deserting me but his hold on me tightened as I tried to step out of the bath so that I could leave the bathroom.

“I didn’t say it was a bad idea if you have been watching porn. Do you know how many times I have wanted to do certain things to you but always been too afraid that you would be offended?” I searched his face to make sure that he was not joking and when I saw no hint of a lie there, I laughed and replied,

“I am your wife, treat me like your whore,” his look wasn’t so shocked this time around as he slapped my ass cheeks playfully and squeezed.  Our lips found themselves of their own accord and it was long, wet kiss punctuated by brief parting and rejoining. His hand slid down my back and the water made his movement slick as he rubbed my back with some of the soap acting as lubrication. His hand trailed the smoothness of my back and went down to my buttocks which he cupped again, the fleshy cheeks a good handful in his hands all the while our lips were locked together. I pulled back and directed his head towards my nipples. They were very hard and craving to have their own sucking. I sighed as his mouth closed around one of my nipples and he began licking and biting lightly. How I have longed for this day badly and his hand left my ass cheek to play with the pubic hair that was surrounding my moist vagina. He didn’t slip his finger in or anything, instead, he rubbed the entrance in slow circular movements. It was as if he was a beast circling his prey before the attack and I moaned as my pubes began to get wet from what I knew wasn’t the shower water.  Where had all this been before all the while that we had been married? I grunted and tried to keep steady and he repeated his earlier statement,

“We really should go to the bedroom for more comfort, I don’t want you slipping or anything.” In reply I took his fingers and ran it through my bumper crop. I was aching to feel his heavy tool inside of me but I knew that we were only going to end up doing the same things we did once we entered the bedroom so the bathroom was good enough.

I couldn’t take any of the torture anymore and I went down and took his raging member in my mouth. He didn’t waste any time at all as his hand found my now very wet head and guided it up and down on his disco stick.  My head bobbed faster and faster as I sucked, trying to take in as much of him in my mouth as I could and this time it was his time to moan as he urged me on. His moans began to get loud and I was afraid he was going to nut in my mouth and having never taken jism drinks before, I decided to hold off on that for the time being.

“Fuck me,” I said in a voice that sounded very alien to me. As I rose up again, he took my hips in his hands and slammed into me in one quick stroke. We were facing each other as he slammed into me, each stroke seemingly harder than the last while my breasts bounced on my chests in tune to the rhythm of the dance. He then pulled me out of the bath so that we were standing in more open space and he rolled me over. Quickly adapting, I went on all hands and knees, I didn’t need to be told that he wanted to do some doggy. He grabbed two handfuls of meaty hip which made doggy with women with big butt all the more fun. He paused a moment and slapped his dick on my ass, he teased the opening with his cock head and then began to push his erect member back into me. Like a man sucking on a pipe, I took it in and began to move my ass on, I liked the way his cock filled me and I did not care I was on the bathroom floor with my husband crashing into me from behind, his hands digging into my side. With each thrust, my breasts continued to dance on my chest and I felt my climax begin to build. He must have been getting close too because he started smacking my ass as he smashed into me and thrusting deeper than I had thought possible. The rocking motion soon pushed me over the edge and I found myself screaming as he slipped out of me as well and unloaded his cum over me. A hot stream of hot cum shooting and splattering all over my back till it died down to subsequent dribbles and we looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

THE SURPRISE VISIT....

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