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I knew I had to have that cock the moment I saw it bulging in his speedos as he danced in the club. The dancer was OK, a bit big and muscular for my taste, but I was fixated on that instrument. It seemed to move with the music, sliding in the speedo, begging to be free. It would be huge when erect, and that’s what I wanted. Average cocks are great when you’re in a relationship, but when you want heavy sex, then you need a large one. And they are often black.
I wanted some anonymous sex, so I came to a new city with a fixed ID, a rented car and hotel room. I didn’t expect to find what I wanted within two minutes of arriving at the club. I asked for a private dance. During the dance I asked if he’d fuck me, got a price and agreed to it.
I was all over him as soon as the hotel room closed. I would have liked to kiss, but he’d said no kissing. I did get to undress him. Close up his muscles were impressive, big pectorals and rippling abs. When I lowered his pants, there was the treasure, this time nestled in some tighty whities. Close up, it was as impressive as I hoped, but still flaccid. I took my time lowering has pants, revealing my prize slowly. Free, it dangled at least five inches long and already thick. Nicely cut, with a pink head. Kneeling before him, I pressed my face against his cock and his groin, inhaling his scent and feeling the soft skin in my cheek. I could feel his member getting a little hard, maybe another inch bigger. I kissed it softly, worshipfully. With awe I watched it grow again, and grow again as I kissed and licked. What a member! It was at least nine inches, tapered at the top but widening to a swollen solid shaft. Looking back to appreciate it fully, I also took in his large dangling balls, full of sperm I wanted inside me.
I could have worshipped and loved his cock for hours, but he said: “We’re here to fuck, honky”. A little abrupt, I thought, but he was right after all. Quickly I stripped, joining his on the bed, briefly licking and sucking his black majesty.
Finally it was time to try to take him inside. One last kiss to his shaft, and I moved up his body, positioning my ass over him. My ass was well lubed, so was his cock.
His tapered end found my hole easily enough. I was off to a good start. But as I lowered myself, his full girth started to open me. My breath caught, my eyes bulged, in no time I was sweating with effort and hurt. My ass kept opening and stretching, the pain kept growing. Though he was thirty years younger, I moaned “Daddy, it hurts”. He just growled: “This is what you paid for, honky”. My lust, my want for his cock finally overcame enough of the pain that his width was in me. Gasping for breath, I eased down on him, feeling my insides open, my body possessed.
But then no more would go in. If I pushed there was this horrible grinding ache deep within me, it hurt too much. There were at least three inches to go. I had come this far, dared this much, and I couldn’t take it all. There I was, fifty years old, tears streaming down my face, my dreams lost. He actually looked kind at that moment, saying: “Just start fucking man, you’ll take it.” So I lifted up from him, the feel of withdrawal almost as alarming as his entry. My insides felt they were being sucked with him. I stopped well before the point of entry, as I wasn’t ready to be opened again. Once again I eased down on him, this time feeling some pleasure as his cock came inside me. But still no farther that I could feel. Once again I moved on him, and again, and again. But now I was feeling much pleasure being opened, my downward pushed were more definite, stronger.
And then, magic: I opened to him. I swear I could see my stomach bulge with his presence, I could hardly breathe, no that wasn’t it I was gasping, then laughing, sweat and tears intermingled. I had taken it all, and now I wanted to be fucked. Slowly I pulled all the way out of him, that was endless, and a bit disorienting as he popped out. Then I rolled onto my back, positioned myself at the edge of the bed, raised my legs and said: “Take me”.
He could be a tease. He positioned his member, huge hardness glistening, against my hole and just left it there. Now I was whimpering with desire, and I pulled him in. He was still huge; once again I gasped and panted as his fullness stretched me open. And it went on forever, more and more of him. By the time I felt his hips and hair against me, I was totally stuffed. But it felt so right, so complete; I think I passed out from joy or lust for a moment.
When you want something done right, you get a pro. And that’s what he was. His first few moves were gentle, long slow almost withdrawals, steady endless thrusts all the way in. A couple of times he pulled out, which drove me crazy with lust. Just a few minutes before I couldn’t take him at all, and now I couldn’t be without him. When he came in again it was hard. My whole body spasmed; I coughed and grunted. Then he began to move like a piston, hard, insistent. I was being banged. It was hurting my body, I was having trouble breathing, I could hardly see straight. Yet I was in heaven; waves of pleasure poured through me. I came at least once, probably twice, but I hardly noticed the orgasm in the sea of lust and joy.
When it came time for him to come, he suddenly turned sweet and possessive. For all before, he had been standing at the edge of the bed, me positioned like a piece of meat to be serviced. Now he moved down close to my face, actually kissed me, deep with lost of tongue and spit. Looking me right in the eyes, he turned from a piston into a pile driver. I swear his cock got bigger in those last moments. And then he howled and spasmed himself, time after time.
For a while we just lay there, breathing hard, pongy with cum and sweat. And then he pulled out, slowly and smoothly, saying “Nice ass, honky”. I was no more than a limp rag, although I did have the energy to savour the taste of his cum pouring from my ass. My hole was still loose and open; I hoped I would get some control back before not too long, but right now it was wrecked.
He left to the bathroom and, I thought, to get dressed. He had done his job. But he came back and lay down beside me, spooned himself to me, and went to sleep. Could I have asked for more? No, I couldn’t but I still got more.
I was woken by his tongue on my back, searching for my ass. He was grunting like an a****l, I could smell fresh sweat. My tired hole nonetheless welcomed his probing and expert tongue; he knew that art well. I was floating to paradise again, when he moved up my body, positioned his prick against me hole, and thrust all the way inside me. He knew I would scream, so he had his hand on my mouth. Pushing me onto my stomach, growling, spitting and biting, he took me in just twenty or so strokes, fingers of one hand now deep in my mouth, the other around my neck. I was violated, but had another orgasm anyway.
He fell asleep on top of me, his penis still inside me for the first while anyway. Though I was crushed by his weight, I was totally, utterly possessed. I slept too, with a permanent smile on my face. Early in the morning, I woke to being pushed down his body, my head on his cock. I was happy to take him there again – certainly my ass could take no more. I opened my mouth to his pungent softness, still large. Just as I began to work my throat muscles to take more of him in, his piss flooded my mouth, hot and acrid. I swallowed some, took a lot on my face, and said goodbye to a wonderful experience.
He left without words. Exhausted though I was, I left soon after, quietly, leaving a hotel room reeking of sex, cum, piss and more.
I wanted some anonymous sex, so I came to a new city with a fixed ID, a rented car and hotel room. I didn’t expect to find what I wanted within two minutes of arriving at the club. I asked for a private dance. During the dance I asked if he’d fuck me, got a price and agreed to it.
I was all over him as soon as the hotel room closed. I would have liked to kiss, but he’d said no kissing. I did get to undress him. Close up his muscles were impressive, big pectorals and rippling abs. When I lowered his pants, there was the treasure, this time nestled in some tighty whities. Close up, it was as impressive as I hoped, but still flaccid. I took my time lowering has pants, revealing my prize slowly. Free, it dangled at least five inches long and already thick. Nicely cut, with a pink head. Kneeling before him, I pressed my face against his cock and his groin, inhaling his scent and feeling the soft skin in my cheek. I could feel his member getting a little hard, maybe another inch bigger. I kissed it softly, worshipfully. With awe I watched it grow again, and grow again as I kissed and licked. What a member! It was at least nine inches, tapered at the top but widening to a swollen solid shaft. Looking back to appreciate it fully, I also took in his large dangling balls, full of sperm I wanted inside me.
I could have worshipped and loved his cock for hours, but he said: “We’re here to fuck, honky”. A little abrupt, I thought, but he was right after all. Quickly I stripped, joining his on the bed, briefly licking and sucking his black majesty.
Finally it was time to try to take him inside. One last kiss to his shaft, and I moved up his body, positioning my ass over him. My ass was well lubed, so was his cock.
His tapered end found my hole easily enough. I was off to a good start. But as I lowered myself, his full girth started to open me. My breath caught, my eyes bulged, in no time I was sweating with effort and hurt. My ass kept opening and stretching, the pain kept growing. Though he was thirty years younger, I moaned “Daddy, it hurts”. He just growled: “This is what you paid for, honky”. My lust, my want for his cock finally overcame enough of the pain that his width was in me. Gasping for breath, I eased down on him, feeling my insides open, my body possessed.
But then no more would go in. If I pushed there was this horrible grinding ache deep within me, it hurt too much. There were at least three inches to go. I had come this far, dared this much, and I couldn’t take it all. There I was, fifty years old, tears streaming down my face, my dreams lost. He actually looked kind at that moment, saying: “Just start fucking man, you’ll take it.” So I lifted up from him, the feel of withdrawal almost as alarming as his entry. My insides felt they were being sucked with him. I stopped well before the point of entry, as I wasn’t ready to be opened again. Once again I eased down on him, this time feeling some pleasure as his cock came inside me. But still no farther that I could feel. Once again I moved on him, and again, and again. But now I was feeling much pleasure being opened, my downward pushed were more definite, stronger.
And then, magic: I opened to him. I swear I could see my stomach bulge with his presence, I could hardly breathe, no that wasn’t it I was gasping, then laughing, sweat and tears intermingled. I had taken it all, and now I wanted to be fucked. Slowly I pulled all the way out of him, that was endless, and a bit disorienting as he popped out. Then I rolled onto my back, positioned myself at the edge of the bed, raised my legs and said: “Take me”.
He could be a tease. He positioned his member, huge hardness glistening, against my hole and just left it there. Now I was whimpering with desire, and I pulled him in. He was still huge; once again I gasped and panted as his fullness stretched me open. And it went on forever, more and more of him. By the time I felt his hips and hair against me, I was totally stuffed. But it felt so right, so complete; I think I passed out from joy or lust for a moment.
When you want something done right, you get a pro. And that’s what he was. His first few moves were gentle, long slow almost withdrawals, steady endless thrusts all the way in. A couple of times he pulled out, which drove me crazy with lust. Just a few minutes before I couldn’t take him at all, and now I couldn’t be without him. When he came in again it was hard. My whole body spasmed; I coughed and grunted. Then he began to move like a piston, hard, insistent. I was being banged. It was hurting my body, I was having trouble breathing, I could hardly see straight. Yet I was in heaven; waves of pleasure poured through me. I came at least once, probably twice, but I hardly noticed the orgasm in the sea of lust and joy.
When it came time for him to come, he suddenly turned sweet and possessive. For all before, he had been standing at the edge of the bed, me positioned like a piece of meat to be serviced. Now he moved down close to my face, actually kissed me, deep with lost of tongue and spit. Looking me right in the eyes, he turned from a piston into a pile driver. I swear his cock got bigger in those last moments. And then he howled and spasmed himself, time after time.
For a while we just lay there, breathing hard, pongy with cum and sweat. And then he pulled out, slowly and smoothly, saying “Nice ass, honky”. I was no more than a limp rag, although I did have the energy to savour the taste of his cum pouring from my ass. My hole was still loose and open; I hoped I would get some control back before not too long, but right now it was wrecked.
He left to the bathroom and, I thought, to get dressed. He had done his job. But he came back and lay down beside me, spooned himself to me, and went to sleep. Could I have asked for more? No, I couldn’t but I still got more.
I was woken by his tongue on my back, searching for my ass. He was grunting like an a****l, I could smell fresh sweat. My tired hole nonetheless welcomed his probing and expert tongue; he knew that art well. I was floating to paradise again, when he moved up my body, positioned his prick against me hole, and thrust all the way inside me. He knew I would scream, so he had his hand on my mouth. Pushing me onto my stomach, growling, spitting and biting, he took me in just twenty or so strokes, fingers of one hand now deep in my mouth, the other around my neck. I was violated, but had another orgasm anyway.
He fell asleep on top of me, his penis still inside me for the first while anyway. Though I was crushed by his weight, I was totally, utterly possessed. I slept too, with a permanent smile on my face. Early in the morning, I woke to being pushed down his body, my head on his cock. I was happy to take him there again – certainly my ass could take no more. I opened my mouth to his pungent softness, still large. Just as I began to work my throat muscles to take more of him in, his piss flooded my mouth, hot and acrid. I swallowed some, took a lot on my face, and said goodbye to a wonderful experience.
He left without words. Exhausted though I was, I left soon after, quietly, leaving a hotel room reeking of sex, cum, piss and more.
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