I fucked your wife.

I fucked your wife... I sunk my hard, thick, 9” into her and she screamed like a banshee and wailed through every minute of it.

Maybe you haven’t noticed the changes in her lately?

Maybe you haven’t gotten how she doesn’t get up with you in the morning and make breakfast for you anymore? Instead she stays in bed most days complaining about not feeling right and asking you to make a pot of coffee for her before you go. I’ve got to tell you buddy, you can sure brew a mean pot of coffee! I’m liking it those mornings when I come over. Nothing like having a good, warm cuppa right before I lay some pipe.

I’ll bet you its escaped you how she shaves her pussy now or maybe you have noticed it on those infrequent occasions when she’s straddled your face and had you eat her out?

Notice how she’s even wetter than you can ever remember? You stupid dope, you probably thought that was because of you and your pussy eating skills, no? You thought that even though you haven’t actually had intercourse over the last two plus months, she was wound up and really excited when you were intimate even if it was only to eat her pussy?

Newsflash dimwit - that’s not just her juices you’re lapping up.

And when you do eat her, have you noticed how she begs off having sex? She just finishes you with her hand Well, you better get used to it friend because that pussy is my property now and your wimp ass won’t be getting near it anytime soon.

Your old lady was easy prey...

It didn’t take much for me to pick her up in the supermarket the day we met. We circled each other in the aisles, I made sure of that. She couldn’t help but notice me, I put a lot of hard work into how I look (unlike you) and it pays great dividends. Women like a man with broad shoulders and a trim waist. It helps too that I know how to dress to impress, you never know when a new fuck buddy will present herself.

A lingering glance the first time we crossed paths, a friendly grin the second time, by the time we were at the checkout line I had already struck up a conversation. How could I not? A little petite spinner like her, with red hair and big tits, I was already picturing how she would look riding me.

By the time we were in the parking lot and putting groceries in our cars it wasn’t a hard thing to get her to have a cup of coffee with me.

Like a lot of married women, she was flattered and saw no harm in just having coffee but, let me tell you, I could already see the wheels turning in her head. Women are more transparent than you think and it was merely a question of giving her an excuse, a way not to feel guilty, a method to tell herself it ‘just happened’ and it was beyond her control.

That first afternoon was a revelation for both of us.

I admittedly was amazed that behind such an innocent and wholesome facade lied one of the dirtiest, nastiest sluts I had ever had the pleasure of fucking (and I use the word slut as a high compliment). It was a discovery for her what it was to be well and truly fucked by someone who not only knew his way around a woman’s body but had the equipment to back up that knowledge.

Sitting there over that first cup of coffee together it was hard not to notice the way she leaned towards me conspiratorially to show off her large breasts or the way she would put her hand on my arm, laughing at some inane comment. She was ripe in every sense of the word. Fuck, I could see her nipples getting harder and more prominent the longer we talked. She didn’t blink when I moved my hand to her thigh and started rubbing it. If anything she opened her legs giving me all the invite I needed to move my hand higher and when she did grab my hand she just squeezed it but didn’t move it from her thigh at all.

An hour later she was naked no my bed, bent over and taking a pounding while I did her doggy style. I was surprised my neighbors didn’t call the police the way she was screaming.

After that she was hooked.

She spends a lot of time at the gym these days too, haven’t you seen the changes in the little body of hers? She wants to put in the time working out if only to build up her stamina for our marathons. And marathons they are, three days a week I’m at your house not a half hour after you leave. She waits for me at the door wearing some of that new lingerie you paid for with a nice cup of coffee just the way I like it.

As she passes me the cup she drops to her knees and takes my cock out of my pants to get me ready for the day ahead.

I’m astounded by the way she gobbles me down, most women have trouble taking me all the way because I’m not just long but I’m nice and thick too. I’m so thick her sweet pussy feels every slight movement when I’m fucking her. Your wife though? She doesn’t have even the slightest of problems taking it all down her throat. Once, twice and then her nose is buried in my pubes and that tongue snakes out to lather my balls while she slurps away merrily. I have a lot of respect for a women who takes to her work and enjoys it so heartily.

After I’ve given her her ‘breakfast’ and she has dined on her first load of the day, I gently coax her up and grab her around the ribcage before I toss her onto my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. Even though she expects it, even though she knows I’m about to do it, she still squeals in both delight and surprise each time.

Unsolicited she lauds me for being a ‘real man’ and tells me she can’t imagine how she abided a wimp such as you for so long.

I toss her onto the bed and spread her open to dive down and lap up those delectable juices that pour out of her. I open her up putting one, two and then three fingers in her to get her ready for my fat cock. She is so anxious, it is no time before she is gripping my head as she writhes below me and fluid gushes out of her twat.

I make my way up her body, kissing and licking all the way before I share her juices with her in a deep kiss. Her hands are already gripping my fat shaft as she lines it up with her pussy. “Fuck me.” she whispers. “Fuck me hard, I need your cock so bad.”

It’s always the same for the first fuck of the day. I make her beg for it first before I give her her heart’s desire.

I always ask the same question...

“Why? Why do you need my cock when you are married and lie next to your husband each night?”

“Because he can’t compare?”

“In what way?” I ask drawing out this little dance further. While we are doing this she is rubbing my cock all along the folds of her pussy, getting it nice and wet with her abundant juices.

“In every way!” She screams impatient for me to push into her welcoming, drenched slit, “His cock is a tiny noodle. He’s a flabby wimp, not a man like you! I never knew how good a cock could feel, how full I could feel, how much pleasure I was missing out on until you took me that first time. Just fuck me please! I feel empty without you between my legs!”

At this point she’ll have me lined up and I’ll sink forward pushing past her outer lips and feeling her flesh yield welcoming me inside her warm moist hole. I’ll feel her shudder beneath me and her legs will move up and around locking our bodies together as I begin the assault of her body. As I feel her pussy yield and wrap around my cock making her grunt. I’ll push into her and when I find myself hilted in her pushing up against her cervix, the grunts turn into wails of pleasure and her body begins to shudder beneath me.

Wave after wave of involuntary spasms strike her as the pleasure washes over her. I can feel her getting hotter and pushing herself into me harder.

I can’t get enough of that little body, those glorious big tits with their fat, stubby nipples. I suck on them as I plow into her, biting and licking them and making her crazy from the sensation.

She stopped taking her birth control two weeks ago at my direction. She didn’t put up any fight about it either, let me tell you. I know you’ve talked with her about starting a family and you know how much she wants a few kids... thing is, they won’t be yours.

Let’s face it, you’re just not much of a specimen and she knows it. If you’re not shooting blanks then whatever it is you are producing isn’t much and certainly not anything worth propagating. You’re a drone! A worker bee and you’ll do a good job of paying the bills and serving your queen like any good worker bee should.

You’re not the first wimp I’ve come across and I’m sure you won’t be the last. I have plenty of experience with weak-willed, spineless chumps like you in the past and it always ends up the same way. You’re in over your head buddy. A woman like your wife? She’s out of your league and deep down inside you know it too.

By the time I’m done I’ll have you servicing us both and not only will you be doing it gladly but you’ll be thanking the two of us for the privilege.

I have three women in my stable right now. Three beautiful, alluring syrens who will do what I say when I say it. Variety is the spice of life and I like my life spicy indeed. These women too know the difference when all sham is ripped away and they embrace their true animal nature. We don’t make love with each other, we rut like animals and I conquer them when I shove my large chunk of flesh into their bodies and they surrender to me.

Last week her friend even got involved in the action. You know that skinny blonde from two houses down? Her friend had seen me coming and going and wanted to know what was going on. Your sweet little ginger girl tried to keep me to herself but she couldn’t help but brag to her friend about me and once she did that blonde had to see for herself if what your wife was telling her was true.

She joins us now once or twice a week and I have to admit the two of them are quite adept at wearing me out.

I have to say though watching them go at each other can instill a solid hard on that just won’t quit and if you think your wife is good in the sack you wouldn’t believe what she can do to another girl. Behind that innocent demeanor she’s is one lusty slut... oh, that’s right you wouldn’t know that because you don’t bring out that side of her.

I’d love to tell you more but you’ll be finding out everything soon enough and I’ve really got to go because your wife has finished sucking me hard and is begging me to fuck her brains out. She really wants me to knock her up and she says it’s the peak of her cycle so, duty calls!

From Princess to Queen.

Sara felt sexy.

She looked sexy too and she knew it. She clenched her legs tightly together trying to generate some friction in her increasingly dampening crotch. She grew excited over the prospect of getting a chance to play with her new favorite toy. Sara had just returned to her desk after a meeting with her boss, a meeting that put her on a path that would change her life.

Sara wore tight brown straight legged slacks. They showed off her nicely rounded ass and emphasized her long legs. She had a salmon colored blouse which didn’t do much to conceal her perfect, high c-cup breasts. The color of the top worked well with the blonde hair cut in a page boy style framing her big doe like eyes, button nose and pouty full lips.

She was ready, ready for cock.

That was the thought that flashed through her mind, its sharp, harsh consonant sound seemed to fit the way she felt. There wasn’t any other way to put it anyway. It had been almost two weeks since she had discovered the treasure which had been hidden in plain view these last eight months. It was hard to believe a nebbish like Eric could be endowed with such a masterful organ but, there was no denying the log-like bulge which had firmly brushed against her beautiful round ass.

Eric was a nondescript 20 something working in accounting in the publishing house where Sara worked. She had spoken to him only a few times over the last several months and their interaction had been anything but memorable. Eric wasn’t bad looking mind you, it was just nothing about him stood out (except for that bulge in his pants Sara had felt last week).

Eric wasn’t especially tall (about 5’ 7”), he had close cropped brown hair, a round clean shaven face with a broad flat nose and a square jaw. Eric’s eyes were always hidden behind the heavy frames of the Buddy Holly like eyeglasses he wore. Eric wasn’t fat, just slender without any hint on the body beneath the baggy chinos and white dress shirts which appeared to be his work uniform.

As noted, their interactions had been uneventful until two weeks ago:

Sara had found herself in the copier room on the floor at her work. She had been desperately trying to copy and collate the 30 copies of her presentation for the meeting she was holding in the next fifteen minutes. Murphy’s Law meant the copier jammed. After Sara cleared the jam, the copier ran out of paper. Each little obstacle raised Sara’s anxiety level getting her all the more flustered.

Eric found Sara bent over trying to hurriedly load paper into the empty paper tray. He had come in to make a few copies of receipts for the expense reports he was in the middle of processing. Eric hated his job but, it was mindless and anything but taxing which allowed Eric to partake of his true interests with vigor.

The sight greeting Eric when he entered the copier room that day was riveting to say the least, Sara’s gorgeous round ass presented itself invitingly to him. It was obvious Sara was wearing a thong as her tight skirt revealed no panty lines. Eric was lost in thought as Sara abruptly slammed the tray back into place, began to move back from the machine and stumbled as her heel caught on the carpet. Sara fell backwards, bent at the waist, flailing. Eric dropped his receipts as his strong hands instinctively shot out to steady the falling woman by grasping her at the waist. Eric wasn’t able to steady Sara before Sara’s lovely ass had nestled up against Eric’s fat, hard cock.

Sara was startled, in her rush she hadn’t heard nebbish Eric walk into the room behind her. Now, here she was with what felt like an formidable specimen of a dick growing larger and throbbing pleasingly against her round firm ass. Sara instinctively wiggled her butt trying to position the behemoth along the crack of her ass. She turned around, red faced surprised to be looking deep into Eric’s bespectacled eyes.

“Ohhh, Eric I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there!”

Sara stood up and twisted from Eric’s grasp turning to face him in the process.

“Not a problem, you didn’t see me,” he offered. “You need any help?”

As Eric spoke, Sara couldn’t help it as her eyes wandered down Eric’s frame curious to visually confirm what she had only felt. Sara reacted to the question slowly, haltingly, as she absorbed this new previously unknown detail about her co-worker.

“Ummm... thank you Eric, no... no, I have to get to my meeting. I think I’ve fixed the copier but...” The words caught in her throat. “I’m late for my meeting, sorry for bumping into you!”

Eric nonplussed responded simply, “Sure thing. Whatever you need.”

Sara finished making her copies, the copier collating and stapling everything making life easier but to say Sara’s mind was on her presentation would be far from the truth. The short momentary contact had sent Sara into a flight of fantasy.

Things with Sara’s live in boyfriend had fallen into a rut.

Gone was the initial burst of frenzied passion marking the first year or two of their relationship. They had been together for over five years and while it was a comfortable relationship and they got along well, it seemed they had become more roommates than lovers.

Sara was both disappointed and frustrated. Everything about her love life seemed too predictable and boring. Her boyfriend (Paul) wasn’t bad looking, In fact Paul might be considered attractive being tall and lean but he just wasn’t anything special and while he managed to make her cum when they did have infrequent sex it was almost as if Paul was following a script once they were in bed.

Of late, Sara had been succumbing to a bit of a wandering eye. She hadn’t acted on anything. Sara certainly wasn’t that kind of girl but Sara did notice herself looking at the men she worked with, the men Sara came across during her daily routine and appraising them, wondering what they would be like between the sheets. All too often Sara would find herself daydreaming about a person when she would have to catch herself and regain her focus.

Now, as she hurried to her meeting, Sara found herself having quite vivid daydreams about the large fleshy mass she had just discovered and she felt herself start to get a bit wet at the thought. Eric was such a geek, he really was beneath her notice but God! If what Sara felt was real, she would have to give him a second look.

Her boyfriend was certainly not under endowed but, Paul wasn’t even close to the specimen Eric seemed to be carrying around in his pants.

Sara gave her presentation that day but her thoughts never wandered far from her encounter in the copier room and every time her mind did go there Sara couldn’t help herself as her nipples stiffened and her pussy moistened. A new cock, a strange cock, a different cock and lastly a bigger cock, the possibilities were staggering.

Sara wasn’t close to any of the other women in the office so it wasn’t possible to confirm or even discuss her discovery not that Sara would’ve wanted to clue in anyone else to the prize she had found.

When Sara returned home the evening of the day she fell against Eric, Sara literally attacked Paul. The moment she walked in the door that night, as soon as she crossed the threshold, Sara called out to see if Paul had gotten home before her.

“Paul? Paul are you home?”

“In here,” Sara’s boyfriend replied.

Sara could her the TV in their living room and before she even started down the hallway she began by removing her skirt and blouse. Sara took off her socks and then shucked down her boyshorts and removed the matching bra. Sara loved to wear sexy underthings and the lacy garments were flattering but at the moment would only be in the way. Sara’s cunt had built up quite the lather throughout the day the more she thought about Eric.

As Sara walked down the hall naked, she wondered to herself what Eric would think if he could see her. Sara was proud of her body, Sara’s breasts were on the large side but had not yet succumbed to the pull of gravity so, as Sara strode determined into the other room there was only a slight jiggle. Sara’s belly was flat and just above Sara‘s pussy, which itself was both beautifully pouty with fleshy lips that accentuated the cleft between her legs, there was a delicious small puff of light blonde hair.

While Sara was a quiet girl, she was also a very beautiful women too.

Sara walked into the living room and stood in front of Paul who had been watching TV. Sara placed herself directly in front of the television with her legs wide apart, her hands balled into fists which she placed on the points of her hips.

“Take off your clothes now.”

Paul, who at first had been trying to look around Sara, now looked up into her eyes and saw a strange look of purpose.

“What bought this on?” Paul asked as he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Shut up, just take your clothes off. NOW... FASTER!”

Paul increased the urgency with which he disrobed.

Sara took one of her hands and absentmindedly ran her fingers over the moistening lips of her pussy as she waited for her partner to disrobe.

Paul almost fell over trying to get his trousers off and Sara took her free hand and pushed him back down on the couch. Paul’s pants were caught round one of his ankles but he sat transfixed as Sara moved forward and threw one knee and then the other on either side of Paul and reached down between them to guide his stiffening cock towards her cunt.

She ran the head of Paul’s dick along the outside of her lips moistening it as she did. Then with a bit of a grunt Sara moved her pelvis forward, pressed the head against her and sunk down forcing Paul into her.

“Ahhhhh...” Sara sighed.

Sara paused for a moment letting herself adjust to Paul and then Sara started frenetically moving herself up and down on Paul’s shaft. There was an almost violent undertone to her movements and Paul bought his hands up to Sara’s waist to try and control her tempo but Sara would have none of that. Sara just forced herself down harder against her boyfriend their bodies making loud, wet, smacking sounds each time they came together.

Sara’s eyes were tightly closed, her brow furrowed as she processed the feelings stemming from her groin.

“Nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh... faster!”

Paul was stunned, in all their time together he had never known Sara to be so ferocious. While it aroused him, deep down inside there was something that nagged at him over this odd difference in his girlfriend’s behavior.

“FUCK ME!”

Sara kept slamming against her boyfriend, her movements becoming more frenzied and desperate.

“FUCK ME HARDER!”

Paul for his part was caught up in the wave of Sara’s passion. She washed over him leaving him powerless as she moved forward crushing him back against the couch drenching him in her sweat.

“Nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh... yes... yes... nnnggghhhh, nnnggghhhh, YES! YES! YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”

Sara’s whole body shuddered, every muscle tensed as the force of her orgasm consumed her, she held herself rigid wanting to prolong the moment, drawing muscles tighter than she thought possible. Paul felt her tighten around his cock, flushing him with her juices, Sara’s insides becoming white hot.

And like that, it was over.

Sara, slumped forward and then caught herself. Sara braced herself with her hands pushing against Paul’s shoulders and slowly moving her pussy on him as Sara came down from her climax. Paul suddenly had an orgasm of his own, weakly dripping out of his dick, he could feel himself cumming inside of Sara.

“What the fuck was that about?” Paul asked.

Sara ignored his question, her eyes still tightly closed. The entire time Sara had been riding her boyfriend, Sara had been thinking about one thing and one thing only and that was what lay within Eric’s pants. Now more than ever she was determined to get her hands on Eric’s cock.

“Really! What’s going on? I’ve never known you to be so... frisky!”

Sara opened her eyes and looked down at Paul who she could see was studying her face closely as if he could find clues to a mystery therein.

“Does it matter? Isn’t this enough? You should be happy I come home and attack you after the day I’ve had!” Sara imagined that the best defense was a strong offense.

“No... no... I’m glad. It’s not often lately you even seem interested in sex.”

“RIGHT! So why are you looking a gift horse in the mouth? Work has been horrible, maybe I needed something, some kind of release, did you ever think of the kind of pressure I’ve been under lately.”

Paul knew when to back off. His job was in IT and he spent little time interacting with anyone other than his direct boss. Paul liked what he did for that very reason but Sara’s job was something of a mystery to him and the one thing he did know was that Sara spent most of her day in meetings or dealing with people. He wouldn’t trade places with her on the basis of that alone.

“I know you work hard honey.”

Paul didn’t broach the subject again with Sara and the rest of the night went much like many of their nights went with a light dinner and then some TV before bed and another day’s grind.

It was just a day or two later when Sara’s boss Ellen asked Sara to come into her office.

Ellen had been with the company for some time and had come to rely on Sara in many ways, delegating to her much of the tasks she found distasteful or a nuisance even if it was above Sara’s job responsibilities.

“Sara, I’m sending you down to Florida. Adam Brown has been making a lot of noise about going to another publisher. His agent says we are not giving him accurate sales counts and that it’s costing him money. I’m also sending someone from finance down with you too with a full set of the numbers and who can explain everything in detail to Adam’s lawyer if it is necessary.”

Adam Brown was the writer of a very popular fantasy series that had caught fire and there was talk even of adapting the series to film. The books were so popular people waited outside the store to buy them on the day of release so, to be asked to smooth the issue over was no small assignment and Sara knew this.

Sara was pleased Ellen trusted her enough to task Sara with such a big responsibility but Sara also knew the author had a soft spot for her. When Adam had come to the publisher’s offices it was very apparent he had been taken with the quiet young woman even though Adam was Sara’s grandfather’s age.

Ellen knew a lot was riding on this and hoped the combination of looks and brains in her subordinate would be enough to smooth over any problems with the publisher’s cash cow.

Sara thought for a moment about the trip and wondered who would be accompanying her. She imagined it would be the head of finance since Adam Brown was such an important author for their imprint. Jim Raymond who was the head of finance was in his mid forties and had been with the company for a long time. Sara liked Jim and they often chatted when passing in the halls and even had had lunch a few times.

Mind you, Sara was not in any way interested in Jim as he was considerably overweight and balding, qualities Sara did not find at all attractive but, Jim was good company so Sara was thinking it would be a fun trip even with the pressure of dealing with the situation. Also, Sara would be happy to be away from Paul for a few days, Eric had been occupying her thoughts increasingly and even though she had been taking out her increased arousal on Paul she couldn’t help but feel her live in boyfriend was a pale substitute.

Sara had been caught up in her thoughts about the trip and her home life, she was snapped from her daydreaming by Ellen, “Sara? Sara? I said we are going to send Eric with you down to Florida. I wanted to send Jim but there is a corporate wide finance meeting so he can’t go and Jim has assured me Eric will be able to answer any questions put to him by Adam’s lawyer.”

“Remember though,” Ellen continued, “I expect you to take the lead on this. Make it clear to Eric he is subordinate to you and that during the meeting he will volunteer information only at your direction. I don’t want some junior in finance fouling up our relationship with our most valuable author. I know Adam likes you too so don’t be afraid to use that to your advantage.”

Sara had to suppress a smile but if she hadn’t been in Ellen’s office Sara would have been leaping in the air. Not only would she be in close proximity to Eric but, they would be far away in accommodations paid for by their employer and he would also be required to follow her orders. It was as if the universe had arranged to give her a present... a HUGE present at that.

Another week passed before the trip to Florida. Sara could barely contain herself before the trip and most days would find her lost in daydreams in her office thinking about Eric and grinding her thighs together in anticipation of having Eric driving into her roughly in some nondescript hotel room. Or, maybe if Sara was especially diabolical, she would somehow be able to get Eric to take her on the sands of some beach at night.

Either way, Sara was consumed with anticipation. It was ironic, Sara was such a quiet girl and had little experience with men before coming to New York and it was only shortly after Sara’s arrival in New York that Sara had hooked up with Paul but here Sara was planning to attack some bookish nerd from finance.

In the time since the copier room incident, Eric hadn’t given much thought to Sara. Truth of the matter was to Eric, his job at the publisher was by no means the focal point of his life. No, Eric had another life entirely outside of work, separate from work that, if any of his colleagues knew about, they would be quite surprised at.

Eric spent many weekends working behind a bar in one of the many downtown hotspots. He cast away his glasses and wore form fitting clothes as he plied Manhattan’s glitterati and pretenders with scores of overpriced drinks. Eric liked working behind the bar and the truth was that on a good night his tips could even exceed his paycheck at the publishing house.

Eric had tended bar as a means to get through college and when he had arrived in Manhattan he had trouble getting a steady day job at first and found it much easier to get a bartending gig. Over the past few years he had moved from place to place until he had gotten his current gig. And Eric loved  it because any weekend Eric could wind up serving some drunken celebrity.

Plus, there was the fringe benefit of being able to chat up his patrons and Eric (once he got rid of his glasses) was smooth enough to take more than one woman home and violate her. Usually afterwards, he discarded them, even though it was rare for a woman to not want a repeat performance with Eric.

Eric simply had the good fortune of being in the right place at the right time and not wanting the fun to end. Additionally, Eric had been getting something of a reputation as a ladies’s man. So, the trip would turn out to be a surprise for both travelers for very different reasons.

The days leading up to the trip passed by quickly for Sara and her anticipation grew exponentially.

On the day before the trip Sara was sure to pack all of her sexiest undergarments as well as some very flattering skirts and tops. The fact that they were heading down to Florida during the summer gave Sara all the excuse she would need to wear the most revealing of clothing but here the rub was while she could wear things that showed off her beautiful body to its best, the clothes at the same time would have to have  the appearance of being professional in keeping with her station and the stated purpose of the trip and also demure in keeping with the image she projected at the office.

For the flight down Sara had picked out a nice, short, purple skirt that came to mid thigh and she wore a very sheer white top over which she had a light purple sweater. She also wore flats, no need to be uncomfortable traveling. Under her clothes though Sara would have on a lace purple thong and matching bra. 

Early the day of the trip Sara had a car coming to pick her up to take both her and Eric to the airport. As Sara got dressed, Sara could feel her nipples hardening all the while thinking about finally getting her hands on Eric’s fat slab of meat. In the ensuing period, Sara had had no contact with her object of desire. Sara had no idea what kind of reaction she would get from her nerdy looking co-worker but Sara doubted Eric would be able to resist her.

Eric meanwhile was tired from what had been a long weekend. Eric had worked the bar both Friday and Saturday night and Saturday had had the good fortune of being invited back to a loft where a couple of models lived.

True to form before the party was over Eric had paired off with a willowy brunette with short hair. Eric knew she was from Russia or someplace but the truth was it didn’t matter to him. Eric had spent the day climbing all over the young women’s body and it was until early evening when Eric finally decided to pull himself away from his latest conquest.

Eric was quite tired though when Monday morning rolled around, he had thrown a couple of shirts and changes of underwear into his bag and donned his normal work uniform consisting of a baggy ill fitting black suit. He put on his heavy frames and was standing bleary eyed when the car service rolled up in front of his house.

Eric really hadn’t put too much thought into the trip at all. Eric got along well with his boss Jim and Jim had told Eric to simply keep his mouth shut for the most part. If the Adam’s lawyer wanted to go over any of the specifics, Eric was to be cooperative but let the lawyer look for himself. Under no circumstances said Jim was Eric to volunteer any information up.

All Eric really was expected to do was to hang around while Sara schmoozed the star author.

Truth be told, Eric hadn’t really even thought too much about his traveling companion either. Sure, Sara was attractive, but Eric also thought she was awfully quiet. Eric mistook Sara’s innate shyness for being aloof and thought of Sara as something of an ice queen.

Eric did admit though Sara had a decent ass, that much Eric could tell when Sara had fallen into him that day in the copy room. Sara had some healthy breasts too. Now that Eric put some more thought into the matter, Eric wondered if Sara would be a good fuck but then again, rumors around the office were Sara lived with some guy and Sara was obviously too buttoned up for any fooling around.

As the car pulled up, Eric snapped out of his reverie and threw his lone bag into the trunk after the driver slipped the latch. Eric pulled some sunglasses out of his pocket figuring to catch up on some sleep during the flight down. He was still feeling the effects of his ‘model weekend.’

As Eric plopped down into the back seat of the car, Sara greeted him.

“Good morning Eric!”

“Hey Sara.”

“I’ll want to go over some things with you on the way down.”

Eric was a bit put off by the cheeriness in Sara’s voice. Eric was tired and while the trip wouldn’t be more than an overnight or two, Eric felt inconvenienced by it all.

“Sure thing Sara, can it wait until we’re on the plane? I’m a little tired, it’s still very early.” And it was still just short of 5 am.

Ohh... okay.”

Eric wasn’t sure but, was Sara pouting over the way Eric had responded, had he imagined it or not but Sara’s face even seemed fixed in a bit of a pouty expression. What was that about? The rest of the ride to the airport was punctuated by silence with Eric thankful for the rest and Sara getting more ramped up by the second.

After getting to the airport, Eric played the gentleman by taking Sara’s bags and before Eric knew it, he was sitting beside his comely coworker in a cramped coach seat. Sara had taken the window seat and Eric was in the middle seat.

As he sat down, Eric made as if he was looking out the airplane’s window but in truth Sara’s clothing was starting to do it’s work. As Sara had taken her seat, her skirt raised up dangerously high on her thigh. Eric couldn’t help but notice the cute blonde had beautiful legs and Sara’s skirt was tantalizingly close to exposing her completely to Eric, causing him to wonder what Sara wore underneath. Eric also couldn’t ignore Sara’s considerable rack. Whatever clothing Sara wore at work usually was nowhere near as flattering as what Sara had worn for the trip. Eric could feel himself thickening as his eyes devoured Sara’s body.

“Eric? Eric? Do you understand?”

Eric snapped out of his internal reverie, “What? I’m sorry I’m still a little out of it. Normally I’m just about to get up on the usual day.”

Eric bought his eyes up to look at Sara’s face. Sara’s blue eyes peeked out from beneath her bangs.

“Yes, of course.” Sara couldn’t suppress a slight grin, she knew Eric had been taking in the merchandise so to speak and Sara was pleased.

“Eric, I just want to reiterate to you how important it is to follow my lead on this trip.”

To emphasize her point Sara placed her hand on Eric’s thigh. The gesture could have been mistaken as a very innocent one but Sara just happened to place her hand right where Eric’s cock was fattening down his pants leg. Sara gave a gentle squeeze that just so happened to allow her to grip Eric’s organ.

“Oh! Excuse me!” Sara withdrew her hand as if she had touched something hot, which in a way Sara had. It had been perfectly intentional on Sara’s part but she didn’t want Eric to know it. Sara actually flushed a little as she drew her hand away. Sara could feel her pussy dampening and her nipples hardening, before Sara returned she had no doubt the log of flesh just gripped would be pounding away inside of her.

Eric smiled, “Oh... no biggie.” Eric grinned at his accidently joke. Now that Sara had touched him, Eric figured there was no reason for discretion. Eric began thinking about plowing the blonde sitting next to him and the more he thought about it, the more Eric’s monster pushed further down his thigh trying to break through the loose clothe of his slacks.

After they took off, Eric was happy to find no one occupied the aisle seat. Eric put his seat back with the intent to catch some sleep. Sara for her part had lowered her tray table and was appearing to read through galleys of some book but in reality Sara couldn’t take her eyes off the specimen so proudly displayed and tantalizingly close. Sara wanted nothing more than to unzip Eric’s pants and start playing with him. Sara ran through her mind all the ways she would fuck Eric and She started to do some calculations regarding their schedule in Florida to figure how much time she could spend with Eric buried deep inside her. Sara’s arithmetic concluded if she didn’t act fast, she would miss out on precious time being ravaged.

An hour into the flight, Sara noticed Eric’s breathing had slowed. There was no doubt Eric had fallen off but even so his cock was still standing proud. Sara lifted the armrest separating the two of them and put her table up. Sara turned as if to get comfortable herself and moved her seat back. The stewards had been through the cabin and Sara would have an hour before the plane began landing procedures. As she made herself more comfortable, Sara took her hand and draped it down into the space separating her and Eric. Slowly she moved her hand over to her coworkers lap and then along the surface of his phallus.

Ever so gently not wanting to wake him, Sara slowly began to massage Eric’s thick monster. Sara drew her hand along its surface tracing the outline of him in his pants and impossibly making him thicken even more. Sara moved along marveling at how large Eric was. She could hardly believe her own senses. Desperately Sara wanted to be alone with Eric and rip off his pants.

With a delicate touch, Sara gripped the thick, heady tube of flesh trying to get a sense of the monster separated from her by mere strands of cloth. Eric’s cock throbbed against Sara’s hands, straining as if to break free of its confines as if it were a caged predator.

Sara shifted in her seat to get a more comfortable position. While Eric’s breathing had slowed as he fell into a deeper sleep, Sara’s breathing quickened with her arousal. She was happy the rows and seats around them at the back of the cabin were sparsely occupied so no one would take notice of the pair of business travelers.

As her left hand gripped and rubbed Eric’s shaft, Sara felt her panties get soaked and she was consumed by thoughts of Eric forcing his way deep inside her. Sara could hardly believe she was doing this, she barely knew Eric, yet here she was in a public place rubbing Eric’s cock through his pants and Sara was desperately fighting the urge to rub one out herself she was so turned on.

Sara knew in this moment as much as she cared for Paul things had to change.

Taking a subtle survey of the seats around them and realizing the few passengers who were close by were asleep or preoccupied, Sara shifted again so her short skirt hiked up further on her thighs exposing Sara’s fat, wet crotch. Sara loved the way her pussy looked and even hidden by the sheer lace panties she wore, Sara could plainly see her pussy was plump with arousal.

Taken her free hand, Sara moved the gusset to the side and ran two fingers along the surface of her damp slit trailing the outline of her lips. Sara shuddered as she touched herself, every nerve seemed to be acutely sensitive. Carefully she used two fingers to expose her clit and with a third applied pressure to the delicate button. A warm feeling spread throughout Sara’s body in response and she began to softly rub herself amping up the sensations within her.

Sara caught a whiff of her scent, the faintest of smells and she stopped rubbing herself for a moment to bring her fingers to her face and take in the heady sweet aroma. Sara liked her smell and her taste and Sara inserted her fingers into her mouth to lick the juices off her fingers.

She cleaned off her fingers with relish and then once again returned her attentions back to her weeping cunt with increased vigor. Sara squeezed Eric’s fat slab of meat rubbing it in synch with her ministrations to her pussy, she felt Eric throbbing in her grip and felt her own arousal build closer and closer to climax. Sara rubbed her outer lips more frantically and delicately applied pressure to her clit. At once, she felt her orgasm wash over her, the muscles in Sara’s legs went taut, Sara’s nipples throbbed. It was all she could do to keep from crying out in pleasure. Sara bit her tongue to keep herself quiet.

As Sara came, she rubbed Eric even faster and noticed a wet spot growing down his pant leg at the apex of his fat slab of meat. Sara was fascinated that Eric stretched down along his pant leg almost 2/3 of the way to his knee. She bent down over the growing stain and inhaled deeply taking in the musky scent. The action only made Sara’s cunt gush heavier.

Sara stopped herself knowing if she went much further she wouldn’t be able to control herself.

An hour later, the pilot made the announcement for the final approach into the airport. Sara had already freshened up in the lavatory and was for all appearances focused on the book laid before her on her tray table. Eric slowly regained consciousness with the fading memory of a terrific dream in which he was plowing his co-worker’s cunt. The details were hazy but Eric vaguely imagined it took place in a dingy hotel room at some point during the trip and for all intents and purposes his co-worker proved to be a delicious piece of ass.

Eric smiled inwardly as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and bought his seat forward. At the same time Eric became aware of a damp stickiness along the surface of one of his thighs running along down his knee and calve.

“Shit!”

As soon as the word issued forth from Eric’s mouth he regretted it. The last thing he wanted to bring attention to was his current predicament.

Sara’s head bolted around looking Eric directly in the eyes, “Eric! Are you okay?”

While her voice dripped with what sounded like genuine concern, Sara knew exactly what prompted the expletive from Eric and saw her opportunity to torment her prey.

“Bad dreams?” Sara coyly asked.

Eric feeling surprisingly embarrassed  just changed the subject, “No I think I had something bad over the weekend and it left me unsettled. Between that, the travel and getting up early I’m just out of sorts. I’ll just get my bearings after we get to the hotel. So, what’s the agenda?”

“Tonight we’ll be taking Adam and his wife to dinner. They eat early so we’ll have a few hours before they come get us. Tomorrow early is the meeting with Adam and his lawyer. I’m hoping there isn’t a problem but our tickets are set up so we have a return flight booked day after tomorrow but we can change it easily if need be.”

“Is this a fancy place we’re going to?”

“You should be fine with business casual Eric –I wouldn’t have waited until we were about to land to tell you what you should be wearing but I do hope you bought a bathing suit because the hotel we’re staying at has a wonderful pool and spa. You might as well enjoy the trip.”

As she said that to Eric, Sara thought she was going to do everything in her power to enjoy HER trip. Maybe she could get Eric to the pool before dinner, then she could get a little eye candy to get her through the meal.

After the plane landed, Sara and Eric quickly made their way through the airport and got their rental car. Sara deferred to Eric and let him drive them to the hotel. They had managed to get a little racy compact and Sara made sure that Eric got an eyeful of her legs on the ride over.

Eric was enjoying this trip a lot more than he thought he would. Sara was proving to be fun to travel with and more than that, Eric was beginning to wonder whether or not he would be able to get into her panties in the next day. Usually Eric avoided entanglements in the office but he had snuck in a few glances of Sara’s body and couldn’t help but admit he liked what he saw. Eric had spent the better part of the ride trying to hide his thickening cock. He couldn’t be sure because she was wearing sunglasses but Eric could’ve sworn Sara had been staring at his junk. She even licked her lips at one point which drove Eric to such distraction he almost went off the road.

As they pulled up to the hotel, Eric kept reciting the mantra of, “Baseball, baseball, baseball,” to take his mind off his traveling companion.

They got to the hotel and as it turned out they were in adjoining rooms with a one of those doors that goes between rooms. They had a beautiful view of the ocean but it wasn’t the view Eric thought about.

As they were each going into their separate rooms, Sara pointedly commented to Eric, “You know Eric, I’m so wiped from traveling I think I’m just going to throw on my suit and go down and spend some time by the pool.”

“Oh! You know what, I’ll be down in a little bit that sounds good!”

As soon as Sara’s door closed, Eric ran down to the hotel lobby and asked the desk clerk where he could get a bathing suite in the neighborhood. The clerk pointed him to the hotel store in the lobby and Eric dashed over. Eric was dismayed to find that the only thing the store stocked for men was tight revealing speedos. He asked the salesperson if they had any trunks but she said the hotel’s usual European clientele favored speedos generally.

Eric was proud of his body but he didn’t flaunt it and he didn’t want to wear something that would do little to contain his proud cock. Especially knowing he would be getting an eyeful of Sara. With a bit of a sigh though, he grabbed a suit off the rack that was his size and quickly paid for it running up to his room.

He changed quickly, wrapped a towel around himself and made his way down to the pool.

What greeted Eric was nothing less than stunning, on the opposite side of the pool, Sara reclined on a deck chair. She was wearing a two piece orange shiny suit, the bottoms of which rode high up on her thighs  and scooped dangerously low down the front cupping her public mound. The top was quite sheer and covered Sara’s large pendulous breasts but did little to hide her prominent aureole and nipples which stood proudly out from the surface of her breast.

She had her book and her head was draped forward so that her bangs hid her eyes from Eric but Sara’s body glistened in the sun. Eric thought she was laid out before him like a feast.

Eric nimbly walked around the pool, pulled a deck chair next to Sara’s and laid back in his chair. As he settled in, he removed the towel and placed his legs with his feet flat on the concrete on either side of his deck chair. His black speedo looked like a banana sling.

He leaned back and closed his eyes loving the warm sun beating down on his skin.

“Eric? Eric? Would you mind putting some lotion on me before I burn?” Sara asked.

Sara was leaning towards Eric her breasts dangling before her looking as if they would at any moment break free of their confines. As Eric turned his eyes to her, he felt the blood gushing into his cock.

“Sure thing! Shoulders? Back? Tummy?”

“Why don’t you do my back?”

Sara turned over in the chair lowering the upper portion as she did. Eric looked at the swell of Sara’s ass and noted her suit barely covered her. He moved from his chair to the side of Sara’s chair by her thighs, as he leaned over her their legs touched. Sara shuddered as they did and hoped Eric wouldn’t notice.

Eric reached down, squirted some lotion on his hands and began to gently massage the liquid into Sara’s upper back and shoulders. As he bought his hands along Sara’s sides, there was no way he could avoid brushing against the sides of her tit flesh. Oh, how he wanted just to reach around and kneed those puppies. Still his cock grew longer and fatter, rising against the fabric of his suit, arching and straining against the material.

“Eric? Eric? Did you hear me?” Sara asked.

Eric caught himself again, “I’m sorry what was that?”

“You seem quite distracted today! I said you must work out regularly. You are in really good shape! I would have never though you would be as cut as you are given the clothes you wear around the office?”

Was she trying to flatter him?

“Er... yeah, well you know how it is around the office. Finance isn’t exactly known for it’s raciness.”

“Well,” Sara said half turning in the chair to face Eric her breasts hanging down along her rib cage like some delicious fruit, “You really are in good shape! I wish my boyfriend looked half as good as you do!” And Sara placed her hand on Eric’s bicep as if for emphasis and squeezed his arm.

Eric draped his other hand in the small of Sara’s back in the curve just above her butt gently massaging her as the conversation continued.

Reluctant as he was to screw someone he’d see at the office everyday, Eric had no doubt in his mind, boyfriend or no, he’d be balls deep in Sara’s pussy before they returned to New York. Eric could feel his fat pole throbbing in the tiny suit trying to break free. Eric looked down at his delectable co-worker and saw her staring at his cock.

Sara removed her hand from Eric’s arm and lightly placed it on the thick shaft straining towards her gently tugging at it.

“There’s no denying you have some very impressive muscles Eric, I would have never known it from the way you carry yourself around the office.” Sara said, unconsciously licking her lips.

Eric knew now any pretense was pointless, “Well Sara, I try to work out as much as possible. As a matter of fact I haven’t worked out today, care to join me?” Eric’s hand moved down Sara’s slick sweaty back and discreetly kneaded the fleshy ass cheek. He dug his fingers into the cleft between the buttock and the upper thigh and rubbed firmly moving his fingers closer to Sara’s pussy with each pass.

Sara shivered, she felt her nipples getting hard again and her pussy flush in her excitement. Even with people all around it was all she could do from getting up and straddling Eric right there at pool side.

“Let’s go up to my room Eric so I can change.”

Eric grabbed his towel to hide his bulging arousal but is was hardly up to the task so he contented himself with trailing behind Sara closely enough on the way up to her room so she blocked most people from getting an eyeful. It also allowed Eric to bump into Sara more than once and push himself up against the crack of her ass.

They got to the floor where their rooms were and Sara had hardly finished closing the door before she turned and yanked Eric’s towel away from him and went to work on pulling the Speedo down his legs. As she dropped to her knees, Eric’s thick meat sprang forth, freed of it’s confines, it slapped Sara atop the head.

Sara looked up at the piece of flesh both startled and amazed. She had never seen anything like it in her life and now confronted by the reality of Eric’s girth Sara found herself intimidated by the organ’s impressive stature. Eric’s cock was almost as long as her forearm and easily as thick as her wrist. It proved to be everything she had been dreaming of these past few weeks and now it was hers! Here, in this room, Sara was going to finally play with the thing that had obsessed her, that had taken over her every waking moment since she discovered it.

Sara bought her hand up and gripped the shaft firmly. Slowly she began tugging Eric’s pulsing pud. She guided the fat head towards her mouth, tentatively extending her tongue to lick around the peehole. Stopping for a moment to contemplate Eric’s taste, Sara found Eric to be a feast for all of her senses, breathing in deeply too and taking in Eric’s musky scent. 

To her amazement, Eric was uncircumcised and Sara was fascinated at the way his skin would move back down exposing the spongy round head of his cock each time Sara moved her hand down Eric’s rigid shaft. Sara forced her tongue into the space between Eric’s foreskin and the head of his cock lathering it generously with her spit and hungrily milking more precum from the organ as she gripped it tightly.

Sara was surprised because she didn’t like giving Paul head so much, saving it for those rare moments when she felt he deserved a special treat but here, now, with Eric, she realized she wanted his thick tube steak in her mouth. Sara couldn’t believe how hungry she was to have the fat slab of flesh deep in her throat. Sara took both her hands now, giving herself over to worship of the thing. Gripping Eric’s cock tightly and slathering it with her spittle at times plunging forward to see how much of it she could envelope. Sara was so eager, she pushed herself to her limits, gagging at times and causing her eyes to water.

Sara spent a good twenty minutes happily sucking away, when she did take away one of her hands from its task Sara would move it down to her clit and rub herself vigorously. Sara could feel a flood of juices flowing out of her, instinctually preparing her, lubricating her hot cunt for the large invader she was preparing to penetrate her.

Eric just enjoyed every last moment, he hunched forward bending down so he could reach Sara’s pendulous breasts and tug at her nipples. Eric started delicately but Sara’s moans as he pulled at her compelled him to use more and more force making Sara groan even louder. Eric pulled at Sara’s nipples and was amazed at how hard they grew in response. Sara’s teats raised off the surface of her breast indicating her elevated arousal. Eric could feel his balls tightening as he got closer to shooting a load. Eric’s cock stiffened and Sara pushed as much of the shaft into her mouth as she could.

Suddenly, there was an explosion of fluid in Sara’s mouth.

“Uunnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh!” Eric uttered as he felt his cum shooting out of him in synchronized waves of pleasure.

Sara choked, there was so much of the stuff! Paul had cum in her mouth before but never in the volume Eric was dumping into her mouth now. Sara locked her mouth so her lips were tightly wrapped around Eric’s head just below the crown, so sensitive was Eric he shuddered in response and more cum was forced out of him.

Sara swallowed and swallowed again and again.

As Sara felt Eric’s orgasm subside she loosened her grip on his shaft and moved her tongue along the surface of his cock licking off anything she may have missed or not swallowed.

Sara smiled to herself. Eric tasted delicious. His warm thick issue was not acrid and she could only think of having Eric push himself inside of her. Eric fell back onto the bed, he was sweating profusely which he realized and thought was slightly funny considering all he did was stand there and get sucked off.

Sara was kneeling on the carpet leaning to one side holding herself up with one arm and bringing the hand of the other across her face gathering up any cum that lingered before licking her fingers clean.

“Who knew you’d be so good at that Sara.”

“Well, I’d never had thought you’d have such a nice cock.”

The phone rang. Sara let it ring a few times before getting up off the floor and sitting on the bed next to Eric who was lying across the bed with his arms over his head.

“Hello?” Sara said.

Eric reached over with his right hand and ran it along the inside of Sara’s left thigh, gripping her firmly and rubbing the crease between her leg and her hip pushing the flesh in towards her pussy.

“Paul! How is your day going?” There was a pause, “Oh, the flight down was fine and I got to the hotel okay.”

Another pause.

“No, the room is nice. I went down and sat by the pool a bit to relax and I was just in my room having a little snack before dinner.”

Eric bought himself up and wrapped his arms around Sara taking the fingers of one hand and running them along the engorged folds of Sara’s pussy.

Sara sighed, “Yes, well I have to get going. I have to get a few things done before dinner. I’ll speak to you later.”

There was a pause again, Sara reached down with her free hand and gripped Eric’s hand moving it directly to her clit. She pushed Eric’s hand against the stiffening bud.

“Okay, bye.”

Sara hung up the phone and then immediately lay back against the pillows and headboard. She spread her legs as she did. Eric looked down at his co-worker and took in her naked body.

Sara was quite the piece.

When he saw her at work, Eric always thought of Sara as ‘cute,’ her page boy dishwater blonde hair, her button nose and small pouty lips were becoming but, Sara never wore much makeup and her clothes were never form fitting or cut to show off her body.

Naked though, Eric could see Sara’s breasts were a lot larger than he would’ve guessed and she was young enough that they hadn’t the slightest sag. Sara had a nice belly with the surface bisected vertically from her ribcage to the top of her public mound. She had long shapely legs and her pussy in its current aroused state displayed a delicious fullness as the area outside the lips were puffy filled with blood and the lips themselves held forth like a blossom. Eric could not resist Sara’s prominent clit which stood at attention and once again he moved his hand along the surface of her inflamed cunt eliciting a moan from the prone woman.

Eric leaned in and bought his face down to Sara’s pussy, taking his index and middle finger he penetrated her while licking her clit and the surrounding area, tracing the outline of her lips. Sara loved what Eric was doing and bought both hands to the top of his bald head, pushing him more tightly against her skin. Eric just attacked Sara with even more vigor and it wasn’t long before Sara’s legs went taunt and she felt herself cumming.

“FUCK! KEEP GOING! OH! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!”

Sara’s legs began to shake and she gave herself over to it. Her nipples hardened and she began to shake even more. Her eyes tightly shut, Sara began to push her pelvis into Eric not even realizing she was doing it.

“YES! I’M CUMMING!”

And she did. Sara felt her body awash in the delicious glow of her orgasm, a sheen of sweat covered her as she felt wave upon wave take her over.

Eric wasn’t done yet though. He moved back from Sara’s hole his face glistening with her juices and he moved up her body. Sara just lie beneath him, too tired to move, her orgasm having taking all the energy from her. Sara had her eyes still closed and was basking in the afterglow of her cum.

Holding himself over her, Eric reached down and with one hand gripped his now renewed erection. He moved the head towards Sara’s pussy lips and began rubbing himself along the surface getting his cock wet with Sara’s juices.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Sara was aware of what Eric was doing but was still too out of it to react.

Eric continued moving back and forth slowly pushing forward with each stroke forcing Sara to open up slightly to the invader. Sara’s arms reached up to and she slowly began to caress Eric’s shoulders. Sara felt the incessant pressure at the entrance to her cunt, Eric pushed himself forward gently, the fat head pressing Sara open and he began the process of working his way inside of her.

Sara felt something she had never felt before, she felt herself spreading wider as the pressure increased, as Eric pushed himself more forcefully against her dripping pussy. Eric’s head was awash in Sara’s musky juices and still he pushed further.

Now the little voice of alarm in the back of Sara’s mind grew louder as Eric’s weight shifted and he pressed harder. Sara stretched more and she felt her lips spreading beyond a point she thought possible. When Paul (or any man) had fucked her, there was always an initial pressure, an almost welcome resistance before a cock plunged into her and then it was off to the races. Now, she felt herself stretching and stretching and still Eric was not even in her, there was a slight pain Sara felt akin to the pain she felt the first time she had sex.

The pain grew, Eric was taking his time as he knew all too well what Sara was experiencing, the doubts she probably was having now that the reality of having a truly large cock knocking at the door of her pussy. Eric knew Sara would at this moment start feeling scared and alarmed that he would damage and hurt her, they all felt that at first.

And still Eric pressed harder.

Eric finally felt the crown of his fat organ pass the threshold of Sara’s cunt. He felt her warm wetness start to lubricate the top of his shaft. Sara moved her hips beneath him, the discomfort growing as more and more of the flesh log slid forward into her. Her eyes opened wide now in alarm, her lips pursed in a silent moan as she felt Eric go deeper into her and Sara felt a fullness she never knew.

Sara’s legs began to shake as she pushed them out further from her body trying to abate the sensations she was feeling.

And still Eric pushed into her.

Where Sara had caressed Eric’s shoulders before, now she was pushing against them. Trying to push him back but Eric only sawed forward with his hips as his upper body was pushed upward off the prone girl.

Deeper it went beyond the halfway mark.

Eric pulled out a little giving Sara a momentary respite as she began taking short, panting breaths. And Eric pushed forward again, Sara’s pussy opening up a bit more, becoming a little more welcoming as Eric pushed even further into his coworker.

If there was one part about fucking Eric absolutely loved it was these moments, these moments when he fucked a woman for the first time and he put his huge cock to her. He laughed inwardly because to friends he described it as ‘Shock and Awe.’ Without fail woman would always think they were in control of the situation... partially because of his stature (Eric wasn’t tall) and partially because of the nondescript/nonthreatening mien he worked so hard to cultivate.

Even when they saw his cock for the first time, while woman would always be amazed (though some would be better than others at hiding that amazement), there would never be a question about a woman taking him into her. Until that was he was banging at her door, then there would be second thoughts as they felt that pressure welling up from their crotches before they grew accustomed to his formidable attributes.

Sara still panted as Eric pushed deeper into her, almost all the way in now. Painfully slow he moved forward, deeper into her. He could feel Sara tensing her muscles and trying to move backward underneath him, away from him but he never let up. Deliberately he moved himself further and further into her feeling the head of his enormous manhood butt up against the back of her cunt and pushing even further.

Sara could feel every single inch of the surface of her pussy, every piece of flesh inside of her was alive. Her body rearranged itself to accommodate the massive assault happening. Whatever afterglow Sara had been enveloped by was now fully gone, Sara was acutely aware of everything around her and inside of her at this moment.

Every muscle in her body tingled.

Sara felt a sense of acuity she never knew possible. She looked at the man above her, her coworker she had spent so much time obsessing over these last weeks, a man she felt so totally connected to in a way she had never connected to any man before. She noticed every single detail of his body, every curve and indent where there was some definition in the musculature, the drops of sweat beading and then flowing along the surface.

And Eric began to slowly move back and then forward again.

Sara’s body screamed, she grimaced and clenched her jaw shut tightly to keep from crying out in pain.

Eric gently moved to and fro and slowly Sara noticed something odd happening.

It began to feel better...

No, not better, MUCH BETTER!

Sara’s legs relaxed and she started to feel the beginnings of the warm fuzziness take her over emanating from deep inside her where Eric’s cock was topping out in her pussy. Eric picked up his pace moving his cock further back with each stroke and deeper in. Sara felt as if she had to pee but her pussy was producing as much juice as it could to ease the way of the fat cock penetrating her.

Now she pulled him into her once more and Sara wrapped her arms around him pulling him close. His face next to hers, Sara move forward and pushed her tongue deep into Eric’s mouth. Now the pain was receding, now Sara was welcoming him into her and in welcoming him wanted to take him all inside. Sara wanted to envelope him. Once more her hunger rose and Sara bought her legs up and around Eric locking their bodies together.

Eric’s pace picked up even further. He slammed into her now and Sara for her part pushed herself into him.

Now Sara felt the breathe being pushed out of her with each downstroke but then too she felt the delicious waves of pleasure washing over her as Eric took her higher and higher, her pleasure growing with each passing minute. 

Sara had never been fucked like this before. She had never felt so overwhelmed by sensation, so consumed by lust and passion. If she had ever been able to compare her previous lovers to what she was feeling at this moment, Sara knew she would have sent all of them packing.

Paul was nice but it was over.

Sara knew that Eric owned her now. She was his. If she had anything to say about it, Sara was no going to let Eric do anything but pound her cunt every chance they got.

Sara enveloped Eric’s mouth and their tongues did battle the same way they did battle with each other below. This was not lovemaking as much as two animals rutting, so violent their actions became. Free of anything but the sheer sensation of two bodies in combat with each other.

Eric was surprised the demure, quiet woman he had barely noticed in the halls at work had a pussy that felt incredible and also was an animal in bed. He fucked her in a frenzy, likes waves in a hurricane pounding against the shore he assaulted her again and again both of them caught up in the sensations their bodies were sending back to their brains.

Time didn’t mean anything, there was just hard core pure fucking.

She squeezed him with her arms and legs and Eric pushed even harder if it was possible. He felt himself stiffening further and he noted his ball sack tightening as the beginnings of his orgasm welled up. Sara noticed the difference, she could feel the heat inside of her building as Eric’s cock seemed to grow more rigid and swell even more. Sara wanted his cum, she wanted that explosion inside of her. She started gyrate her hips in unison with Eric’s thrusting making her pussy run firmly along the shaft of his cock with each stroke.

“C’MON! FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS!” Sara yelled.

Eric felt the numbness that let him know he was close.

“FUCK ME! HARDER! GIVE ME YOUR CUM! SHOOT IT IN ME!”

And he pushed harder forcing Sara further back against the headboard of the bed.

“GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM! I WANT IT!”

And Sara realized she was cumming to...

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! THAT’S SO GODDAMN GOOD YOU FUCKER!”

Sara felt an orgasm grew inside of her like she never felt before. Every nerve was on fire, her whole body tingled and still she remained at an elevated state, it went on and on. Sara began to gush fluid involuntarily, a clear liquid expelled from her in synch with the waves of pleasure that were overtaking her.

“OOOOOHHHHHH! SO FUCKING GOOD!”

She pulled Eric closer, hugging him tightly as she could, wanting to pull him into her and out the other side. Eric’s cock swelled and then he felt his load racing up his shaft.

“UUUNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Spasm upon spasm wracked Eric’s body as his cum shoot out of him. Sara felt the first pulse inside of her like a shot. It was white hot and now Sara found it only added to the orgasm she was having.

“Oooooohhhh fuck! That’s good!” She cooed.

Eric continued to plunge back and forth into the woman. Spurt upon spurt of hot vicious cum shooting up inside her womb. It felt so good, so good to shoot inside of her, to feel Sara’s pussy squeeze him as him came pulling even more cum out of his hefty balls.

Ever so slowly the fervor of the moment died down. Eric felt the last of his cum shot into Sara and he felt exhausted. He moved himself up and away from her. Both of them were drenched in sweat. Sara looked down to where their bodies were joined, for the very first time in all of this she looked to where flesh was connected to flesh.

Eric moved back off Sara and she marveled at the impossible long organ as it slowly pulled itself out of her. Even in its post coitus state, Sara still was amazed at the incredible specimen. There was a hint of sadness to the moment for Sara as well, as the wonderful fullness she felt when penetrated by Eric, was suddenly replaced by a void when he pulled his cock out of her.

Eric dropped down on the bed next to Sara. Sara idly toyed with her pussy, playing with her clit a bit and prolonging her warm sensations, careful and gingerly she manipulated the bud of flesh being so sensitive after such a large cum.

Sara could feel Eric’s cum oozing from her and she took a finger to gather some of it and then bought the finger up to her mouth to taste.

“Wow! You’re yummy in every way.”

Eric for his part just grinned as he lay next to the voluptuous naked woman. He bought his arm around Sara’s shoulders and pulled her next to him. Sara lean into him, putting her leg over his and reaching down to pull on Eric’s flaccid cock that lay across his thigh.

“We’ll have to get ready for dinner soon but I could just stay here and have you ravage me.” Said Sara.

“I didn’t want to come on this trip.” Eric said, “I wasn’t looking forward to it at all but I have to say I liked being paid to fly to another city and get a chance to be with a beautiful woman.”

“So you think I’m beautiful?” Sara playfully asked.

“Ha...”

The couple lie there for another half hour before Eric pulled himself up from the bed.

“I have to get back to my room and change.”

“You’re right, I’m just sorry that you do because I really want you back inside of me again.” Sara was lying on her side with her head resting on one arm, with her free arm she reached out and grasped Eric’s dangling meat. “I could really grow to appreciate this,” She hefted Eric’s cock as she said this as if to emphasize her point.

“Yeah,” Eric smiled looking down at Sara’s naked body, “You’d have no problem getting me to grow either.”

“Ouch! Bad pun! Get going, dinner awaits,” she replied.

Eric went back to his room and took a quick shower and changed to his normal work uniform but all the while he couldn’t help but think about Sara’s luscious body.

Sara had spent a few minutes just lying in bed after Eric had left, staring at the ceiling. All the while she ran over in her mind how she would handle the break with Paul. She knew now her first order of business when she got back would be to extricate herself from her relationship of the last five years and her second order would be to lay steady claim to the incredible piece of meat that had just bought her to new heights over the last hour.

Sara determined not to let Eric go and in that moment a size queen was born.

Sara never heard of the phrase but she made a decision in those quiet moments that from this point forward she was going to make up for lost time. If not Eric, if for some reason she couldn’t lock him down, she knew she would now seek out lovers who were well endowed. Now that she had experienced sex with a huge cock, there was no going back, it was just too different, so much more satisfying she would no longer deny herself that pleasure that could be hers.

Later that evening, Sara and Eric did have dinner with Adam Brown and his lawyer and everything went smoothly. Sara felt a confidence she hadn’t fully embraced before in her life and with Eric beside her she felt she could conquer the world.

The author was suitably assuaged and Eric was able to answer all Adam’s lawyer’s questions without fail.

After dinner that night, the pair returned to the hotel and spent hours until near dawn in a frenzy of fucking. Sara was disappointed that she and Eric were able to wrap everything up in two days but she relished every single free moment she got to spend naked with him.

If they weren’t by the pool sunning and playfully touching one and other, they were back in the room finding new ways to bring each other off.

When Sara got back, she told Paul she was moving out and she quickly got about the business of finding a new place. After the trip, Sara never slept with Paul again and one time when he tried to push the issue she flat out told him he wasn’t up to the task and he shouldn’t press matters.

It led to an ugly, ugly fight but Sara stood her ground and made it clear to Paul he didn’t ‘measure up’ to her standards.

Months later Eric and Sara drifted apart, they never really got serious in any way but for those several months they spent as much time together fucking each other’s brains out as they could and Sara learned things about herself sexually, things she never would’ve dreamed of.

Over the period, Sara became fully accustomed to Eric’s large pole. Where the first time they mated there was resistance, as the months progressed Sara’s pussy welcomed Eric’s thick organ without the slightest of hesitation, as if she were made to have something that big within her.

And as their relationship dwindled down and the distance that grew between her and Eric made her slightly sad she knew there was a world out there full of men and Sara couldn’t wait to see if she could find someone even bigger than Eric.

The size queen was on to new conquests.