Robert The Randy Married Bobby Part Four
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My skin tingled all over and it felt hot. Our bodies moved in unison; Martin lunged forward as I braced myself for every thrust. His cock went in deep, and he held it there, before sliding out, but left the cockhead inside. My ass muscles automatically spasmed in delight and I relaxed so he could pump again.
In and out, he stroked, slowly, and my eyes opened for a few seconds, long enough to see the pleasure mirrored on his own. It felt so good, knowing he loved fucking my ass. I loved giving pleasure to a man, be it an oily erotic massage or have them use my pussy with abandon. Usually, a massive cock scared me, but Martin had been gentle and got me ready to accept his monster into my tight hole.
Glad I took him up on the offer, I asked him to fuck me harder. The need to feel every inch of his manhood in my cunt increased. Holding onto his strong arms, I felt the muscles move, and I raised my ass, so he could ram in a straight line. He pushed my feet higher, so they saddled his shoulders and I felt the full length of his cock push into my quivering pink hole.
Locked into our world of passion, I heard people pass by the window, wondering if they heard us. Our moans were low, well, Martin groaned while I purred in pleasure. Is he going to carry on forever and will I manage his hard fucking when it happens? ‘Don’t stop, please,’ I begged, as if he had any intention to do so. He must think I lied when I asked him to take it slow, but then again, the shooting spikes of pleasurable pain were hard to ignore. A fleshy juicy cock will do that to any man, when used correctly!
Martin’s hips rammed into my rounded ass cheeks, and the sheen of sweat created or added to the slapping sexy sounds. He asked if I was okay, and I merely moaned in reply, dropping my hands to his waist, pulling and pushing. His weight pushed me into the mattress, without any feelings of discomfort, the sexual joy overriding all else. The man could flatten me all day, with or without his huge cock head.
After a few minutes of his pounding, my pussy began to tingle as his cock shaft grew harder, stretching my tender insides. Man, I was in heaven, imagining him slapping it deep into a real pussy. The image made me squirm and moan louder, and Martin gripped my ankles, dumping my knees onto my chest, opening my ass cheeks to his ravaging muscled manhood. He was getting ready to show me who was the boss. ‘Are you ready?’ he whispered to me, and I readied myself for some hardcore pounding.
With little warning, he picked up speed, poking back and forth, grinding his shaft into me, and I welcomed him. ‘Oh, sweet fuck, yes man,’ I managed with a gasp. I winced at the sensation of his cock grazing my outer pussy lips and inner lining, rubbed raw from his fucking. ‘Put more lube,’ I cautioned and without missing a beat, he slowed his thrusts and reached over to moisten my hole, the new wetness cooling my gaping cunt, or so it seemed.
Everything felt swollen, and I knew it would hurt for a few hours or days. The discomfort would fade, but the memories would last forever. Men like Martin were hard to find, and one made the most of every opportunity. Pity, he did not belong to me. Alas, he had someone, but chose to come to men like myself, and we needed men like him every now and again. Gay, straight or confused!
Ousting my emotions to the side, I girded my loins for the throbbing cock hitting all the right spots in my dark pink tunnel. Martin could not last too long, or he was going to do some damage to my pussy. My body moved with each heavy thrust, while my ass muscles gripped his cock before releasing him to strike again. He stabbed in deep, many times until I lost count, assured anyone passing the window heard our slamming bodies and groans.
Just as I thought he was close to coming, he pulled his cock out and I opened my eyes in shock. Martin’s face and body were covered in sweat, and gripping my waist, he motioned for me to get onto my knees, and I almost begged him not to do so. This was going to hurt for sure. I would have no control over his thrusts, knowing he was going to ride me till he shot his come wherever he wanted.
He was in no mood to wait, and my pussy flinched as his cock head slid in, filling the gaping emptiness. My muscles wrapped themselves around the invader, pleased to feel it once more. Martin held my meaty ass cheeks and started pumping hard. My head dropped into the pillows, and I winced at the sensations. ‘That feels so good,’ he said, and it did.
Unprepared, I jumped as his hand slapped my skin, and he felt my internal muscles grip and tighten around his cock in reaction. It hurt, but he did it again, and for good measure, I gripped his cock as hard as I could, hoping to slow down his deep fucking, but I was wet and slippery. That cock showed me no mercy and struck deep.
He fucked with fast and slow, teasing my tingling hole with the cock head, popping it in and out, until I pulled away, my butt nerves flailing under the onslaught of his motions. Every nerve fibre vibrated in ecstasy, and I cried out, unsure where the sound came from. ‘Fucking come in me,’ I pleaded. My body felt as if it would explode if he carried on for much longer. Besides, he had to get to work soon, I echoed, hoping that he would shoot his hot spunk and give my man pussy a rest.
My body relaxed, and my lover took hold of my hips and dug in, deep hard strong thrusts, and I feared he would split me wide open. I clung to the soaked bedding, moaning into the pillow as Martin breathed over me, his breaths coming in short bursts. Pumping hard, the sweet sound of his muscled thighs scraping my skin heightened the pleasure and sensations. He was fucking good, and the circumcised cock felt larger than ever as he battered my pussy hole into submission.
It felt like a punishment, his manhood plugging me for turning him on, and as much as it hurt, I fucking loved it, but he needed to come before I passed out from the pain and enjoyment. Martin was welcome every other day or perhaps once a week or month, in my case. I needed days to recover from this awesome man and cock.
Lost in thought, I felt him tremble and pick up speed, hammering faster and faster, as if racing against the clock. The lube mixed with juices and sweat made it more exciting and Martin started to heave and lunge into me. All I could do was hang on for dear life, groaning involuntarily and his masculine moans cascaded over me. Raising myself on all fours, I waited for his manhood to shoot a baby-making load into my pussy, needing to feel his balls spurt and pulsate with every moan and groan.
‘I am going to come,’ he blurted out, almost out of breath and I urged him to finish in me.
‘Shoot inside me, deep and hard,’ I told him, more than ready for anything at this point. The pleasure began to morph into pain and discomfort. Swearing and cursing under his breath, he could not hold out any longer and with one final lunge, Martin held my ass tightly against his cock and spurted his load deep into me. I felt the thick shaft quiver and shake, spurting hot heaps of semen into the condom.
Reaching down, I grabbed his balls and felt the contractions, tight against his body, empty everything he had. Massaging them gently, his hips bucked as my pussy muscles milked every bit of spunk from his body. He remained stiff, both body and cock, and winced every time I tensed my tender inner walls around that delicious flesh of cock. I loved feeling it move and pulse, knowing it derived pleasure from the deep warmth of my body, even if it left me hurting and wincing in agony.
His hands massaged my wet back and ass, rubbing gently as if to remind me of his soft side, after giving me the fucking of my life. Off course he was not sorry, and I was not as tough as I looked, but I took it like the man I was, expecting him to come back for a repeat show of genuine fucking. I knew he would return, imagining him looking down at us, cock buried and milked to completion, my tender inner muscles working their magic.
After a few minutes, I lowered myself onto my belly and Martin followed, with no intention to pull his cock out of my pussy. I hoped he was not waiting for a second breath to restart. Flopping down onto my back, his heavier body covered mine, our wet skin fused and began to cool. My heart bounded while his raced against my back, our legs tangled, prolonging the intimacy. Dropping soft kisses on my head, Martin mumbled about needing to get up and refresh for work, or he was going to be late.
I forgot he came much earlier, expecting to have a long sexual encounter with a sexy stranger he met online, assured he would and probably glad he came. No pun intended.
He was the perfect gentleman, in and out of bed, or so it seemed, besides, he did not come to be judged, but to wrestle and make me grovel for his cock and cum. I made it worth the while and he did a push-up and slowly pulled his semi-hard cock out of my now stinging man pussy. Wincing at the knob head popped out, I stayed down for a few seconds. Martin moved to drop the condom into the bin and sat back on the bed. ‘Your ass is fucking hot,’ he told me, massaging both mounds in circles. I stretched out, enjoying the sensation.
‘Can I fuck you again?’ he asked, expecting me to back away after his first hard pounding. Thinking he meant in the next few seconds, I turned over, hiding the enticing mounds from his horny eyes, but he had to get to work, his question relating to some other day in the future. Staring into his face, there was no way I could refuse or say no, so I smiled and told him to be much more gentle next time. Warning him my pussy would need a few days or weeks to recover, he promised to wait until I was ready since he wanted me to enjoy every minute.
I certainly did and refused to let him think I was one easy lay, ready to spread my toned cheeks for every man who came to the door. Yet, for him, there would be no refusal or excuse. I watched him walk away to shower and get ready for work. Clean and dressed in his uniform, the noticeable bulge in his pants begging for a moist mouth, oiled hand or tight pussy once again. Martin, my randy bobby was a walking sex machine, and I was glad he showed me his huge cock and rammed it into me, hard and fast until he spurted his warm load into my eager greedy pussy.
Martin and I shared many more early morning encounters. He would call, and request porn, so he could listen as he drove to the flat. While undressing, we kissed each other, it would take a while before I felt comfortable sucking his cock, before he led me into the bedroom to treat me like his woman. I loved every single minute of it.
After five years, I moved and we lost touch, so I never got to see Martin again. I was devastated, and so was my pussy. It was expected, do you not think so?
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