I had been involved romantically with both these girl friends for some time but the romance never progressed beyond being lovers. We all remained as friends with benefits. Like me they remained single but occasionally took in a partner for a while and until they tired of them. Both these girls knew me well enough to say that this relationship I was having with Pam was strange.

One weekend Pam and I had a weekend leave and we had decided to go away together as we did occasionally as man and wife. We enjoyed the outdoor life, walking and in particular the evening meal in a good restaurant with a great bottle of wine. Mostly we went back to the hotel and went to bed. We enjoyed walking and nudity alone in bushland or secluded places. We slept together completely naked and had done so for our entire relationship. Very occasionally we would masturbate together or she would allow me to finger her to orgasm, or she would provide me with a good hand job, but she never went any further than that.

Nothing intimate ever came of our association until this night. On this occasion I fondled her breasts as we lay there naked on the bed as we had done many, many times, we kissed and for some reason the passion we had experienced before went further than ever and it just happened. We never spoke, and as we kissed she did something she had never done before – she pulled me over on top of her and positioned herself as if we were going to have sex. I recognised the signs and said nothing more than “are you sure?” and she looked at me and I knew in her eyes her answer and she whispered “yes”.

My penis was hard and right at the apex of her legs and pressed against her pubic hair. She responded to a slight movement of mine and she opened her legs and spread then wider to reveal the entrance to her body covered lightly by pubic hair and now glistening wet in anticipation of being penetrated by my penis. She lifted her knees and as they rose the channel to her vagina  opened I entered her. There was no discussion, no undue preparation; it just happened and as my cock went in she kissed me passionately. My cock slipped easily between the lips of her labia and deeply inside her. I could feel the reaction in her body. She had her eyes closed but as I penetrated her, furrows appeared on her forehead as she closed her eyes tightly as if to say that’s nice or that’s hurting a little bit but she never said a word. Her mouth was also sending me signals that this was completely new to her but she was not in pain. The arrhhhhs and mmmm’s and soft sort of half grunts, the open mouth and the screwed up eyes and the occasional shake of the head or she would put her head right back as if to say that’s uncomfortable but it only lasted a moment and she would open her eyes again and smile at me. She was demonstrating what she was feeling without having to say it in words. We kissed open mouthed and passionately except for those moments of oral reaction.  She was engaged in something she had never experienced before and it obviously was not hurting her. I could tell from her reaction and the way she moved her legs it was something new strange and pleasurable for her. Until then she claimed to have been a virgin and I could accept that.

It was obvious it was all new to her. There was no emotion that I could detect in her, I have fucked many girls and most seem to know how to get some pleasure from having a guy’s penis embedded inside them. A few I had slept with basically lay there and let me have my pleasure while they believed they were doing their duty. It was obvious she was curious about it as it was a complete new sensation for her. I began by asking her if she was comfortable and she replied yes but I never imagined it would be like this. I said are you enjoying it and she said I am not sure, it is so very strange to me, I have never experienced anything like this before. I can feel the thickness of you inside me and when you enter me I can feel you pushing down into me. I said does it feel anything like when you masturbate and she said no, if anything it feels better. Then she asked how I felt being inside her. I said it feels marvellous and she said is it as good as the other women you have fucks with and I said at the moment it is far better. I know it’s your first time with a man, and I want you to enjoy it, I don’t want it to be our last. Then she said just tell me what I have to do and I will do it. If I have gone this far I may as well get what I can out of it.

We spent 2 hours having sex and I came 3 times. When I orgasmed the first time she seemed amused by the way I reacted and said I wonder where all that will go, referring to my sperm that I had ejaculated into her. She made an effort to enjoy herself and had no inhibitions; she was prepared to do anything I asked of her. Her first orgasm was something else as she had never experienced other than an orgasm by masturbating and the one she had with me was absolutely wonderful for me and mind-blowing for her. She couldn’t believe how different it was and enjoyed every moment. Her only comment was I liked that maybe we can do that again.

The thing I realised after a while was we were not using protection. I had never thought this would happen and never brought condoms with me. She had never considered even thinking about the fact we may one day actually have sex and took no precautions at all. I had cum into her three times now and she had a real mess around her cunt and pubic hair as I did. After 2 hours sex and me cumming as well as her making huge amounts of lubrication herself, there was this abundance of sex excretions constantly leaking from her all over us.

For the first time we showered together and had sex again doggy style which she found interesting and pleasurable. She said I don’t believe I ever realised what having sex with you would be like. It is completely different to what I imagined it would be like. I was pretty naive.

After that we slept the night through and we awoke and had sex twice again before going to breakfast. She said it looks like I have to make up for lost time. She recognised my moves and she just accepted that I wanted sex, and she offered herself willingly. She never orgasmed that morning but admitted she had actually enjoyed the fact I had sex with her. The word lovemaking was never used.

Our relationship didn’t change other than we had sex frequently whenever we met. The feeling between us remained happy but without emotional feelings of love. The sex was just an added pleasure to those we already enjoyed together.

The relationship went on and I assumed she had begun taking oral protection as we had sex willing and frequently after that. I had never mentioned protection to her again. Even though we had been having sex frequently for a few months she continued to have her periods on time.

Then the time came for us to separate temporarily I believed. She was posted overseas for 18 months and I knew that was the end of our passion until she returned and we could take up where we left off hopefully. I didn’t want a commitment and neither did she.

After she left I had regular mail from her for a few months then it just stopped for no reason. Despite a lot of effort I could find out nothing about her or her posting from the armed forces. It was all hush-hush I was told. 

No matter what I did I could not locate her. None of her friends had heard of her or from her.

I was hoping that at the end of her posting she would return and contact me. I never heard a word.

25 years have elapsed since then and whilst I occasionally thought of her I often wondered why she just dropped off the face of the earth.

Recently I was at a party and for some reason became attracted to a younger girl of about 25. She was 24 years my junior but for some reason we just clicked and there was some chemistry between us. Here I was an old fart making up to a young girl and she was responding. I couldn’t believe it and I began to feel, very self conscious as she was attractive and seemed to enjoy my company. Later she told me she preferred men to boys because all the boys wanted to do was get them into bed and she had so far remained aloof to their requests. I cheekily asked if she was a virgin and she said that’s for me to know and you to find out.

To cut a long story short I rang her a couple of days later and we went out, it was like a father and daughter meeting, but afterwards she came back to my apartment. I was in two minds, I believed she was taking more interest in me than was normal for a girl her age and to be honest the moves she was making were testing my resolve to keep a distance from her, because I could easily have been tempted to seduce her. I had never had an experience with anybody as young as her and I was cautious to begin with. All my partners and friends were about my own age.

The next meeting was similar to the first only it was a Friday night and again she wanted to come back to my place and this time the both of us knew something was going to happen and it did. She made it clear she wanted to stay and as much as I wanted to say no I didn’t, and then we kissed and it was like I had been taken back 25 years. We went to bed and we had sex and I could not get out of my head how similar this encounter was to the one I had 25 years ago, only this girl was actively seeking sex and enjoying it. I soon realised she was not a virgin. She stayed the entire weekend and we had sex continually in every conceivable position.

We ordered meals in and never put our clothes on for two days and nights.

After that we began to meet regularly and she stayed over every weekend. Our relationship blossomed and I was flattered at being sought out by a girl so young, for me. It soon became permanent and she had moved in with me. There was something really great between us and she was somebody that I had immense feeling for in a way that I had never felt before. She and I were as one in every way.  After much discussion when she begged me to father her child I reluctantly agreed.  Fortunately or unfortunately as one may see it, and as hard as we tried nothing seemed to work.

As time went on I began to ask about her past and why she didn’t seem to have any parental connections. She said she had been adopted out at birth. Her mother had not wanted her and she had no idea who her father was. Her adoptive parents had tried to locate either of them for her when she turned 18 and finally got evidence of her mother but was unable to trace her. She had disappeared off the face of the earth but had found out much about her and created a good history of her. She had been an unmarried mother. The birth certificate showed the father ‘unknown’. Through her adoptive father they had traced her mother to a hospital where she had been born and from a sister there who had remembered her she gained a lot of personal data she was able to follow through. She had been a single unmarried pregnant woman who just appeared in the town. It was obvious to all, she either didn’t know the father, or he had abandoned her. She had the baby and disappeared as if she had never been there.

I was hearing this information piece by piece as it was something she got quite emotional about at times so there were weeks when nothing was said. Gradually however she wanted to talk about it. I was a sympathetic and interested party that was prepared to listen. We would talk in bed and generally we would end up making love as she really got emotional and lovemaking was something she got physical and emotional pleasure from with me. Nobody else before had wanted to be bothered with her past. Although her adoptive parents had helped her, they were reluctant to pursue it beyond the stage they had achieved. They felt there was nothing to be gained. Her mother had disappeared and the father whoever he was did not exist. They were her parents as far as they were concerned and had given her everything in life. As the story unfolded I began to worry, things were beginning to add up and I could not believe what I was hearing.

I said nothing to her but quietly began to investigate and look through the wealth of information she had gained when she began the search. Then I approached her adoptive parents and claimed I had been asked to investigate her mother’s whereabouts and said nothing about our intimate relationship which was now as a married couple without a marriage certificate.

It was a couple of weeks later her adoptive mother rang me at work and said she had something she had found which she hadn’t realised she had. It had come with some other papers from a welfare organisation and had been separated from the other documents. It was evidently a photo of her mother before she was born. I arranged for it to be courier’d to me and it broke my heart when I saw it.

It was a photo of Pam in military uniform I had one the same at one time myself. I was sleeping with my own daughter. It all started to fall into place, why we had so much in common and the love we had for each other despite the age difference was so strong and intimate. I was aghast at the thought of the effort we had been to trying to get her pregnant. I would have fathered my own child’s baby. I was shattered. What was I going to do? To reveal this to her would shatter two lives, hers and mine and no doubt she would have emotional problems for the rest of her life. She had joked at times that people asked how she could live and sleep with a man old enough to be her father, never for one moment thinking I was. She just told people until you have made love to a mature man you have never made love. I knew her mother and I knew how Trish was going to react - they were so much alike and I couldn’t accept it. I thought I had found the love of my life – again, and now I could lose it and destroy her life as well. I don’t think she could have handled the fact she had been sleeping with, and had fallen in love with me, and may have born the child she conceived with her own father.

I pondered this for two days and made a decision – selfish though it may have been I decided to continue this illicit love and incest. I had never know of her existence before, to me she was a complete stranger, and even though she was born out of a relationship I had with a woman who did not appreciate what motherhood could be, there were times I could not see her as my daughter, particularly as we had made love so often. She loved oral sex with me and devoured my semen as if it were nectar of the gods, the same semen that had created her. If she ever found out that I was her father she would have had serious psychological problems I am sure.

I made a giant decision. 

I was going to continue the relationship and continue to live with my own daughter as man and wife. I would have a vasectomy so there would be no chance of accidentally fathering a child to her. I would not oppose any IVF conception if she desired to have a child that way. I would not even be concerned for myself if she were able to conceive to another man. I would be happy to father the child in every other way. I would destroy every piece of evidence that could possibly link me to her as her father.

For a couple of weeks I refrained from sex with her, I claimed I was not feeling well. I had the vasectomy and had not told her and this was an ideal opportunity for my body to excrete and live semen that may already be hiding in those parts of my body. I masturbated every day in order to flush any that may have been around out of my system. . I found it difficult to gain an erection each time we began making love again for a while but that eventually passed as my love for her overcame the guilt, and there was plenty of that. Each time I looked at her naked body, her breasts and vagina I saw Pams, and remembered the times she and I had made love and enjoyed the sexual relationship we finally achieved. Now I wish we hadn’t.

It took me another two years of silent searching to find out all there was to know about Pam. She had been pregnant when posted, and it was blatantly obvious I was the father of her child. She remained in the services until it became known she was pregnant and then posted home and discharged. She had the baby alone and then adopted. After the birth she returned to her old ways. She lived as she had lived before and I had not realised. In the service she had had lesbian affairs and in actual fact preferred women to men in bed until she had been rejected by a lover. Then she turned to me after 3 years of being a partner without sex and I had filled a gap in her life. Then she became pregnant and could not or would not face the fact it was a

I spent a lot of time and money to try and find Pam and now I believe I have pieced the story together. After our baby was born and adopted she found another woman with similar emotions and desires and lived happily with her in a lesbian relationship. She never saw her own child, and now I was sleeping with her. Pam and her partner just disappeared without a word or forwarding address about 3 years ago, about the same time Trish and I formed our relationship.

I wonder now if Pam found out about us and was so shocked she just disappeared. I know she would not have the fortitude to confront either of us with the fact she knew the father of her child was sleeping and living with the same child. She realised I suppose it was possibly the worst case of incest that one could have. The fact I was living with my own daughter Trish, as man and wife – the child conceived by us both Pam and I - would have disgusted her beyond belief. A daughter she had abandoned.  I hadn’t realised until then she could have easily tracked me down as I had remained in the same town after I was discharged. I am now certain she knows. She would never have found Trish herself, but she obviously knew where to find me and had decided never to reveal her identity or secret to me. Now I can only assume she had recognised her own flesh and blood. Of this I am certain, there are so many similarities only a mother can see and recognise. They are becoming more and more obvious to me now and I cannot help but love her as I do. I have now to finally accept the fact and suppress the shame.

My only wish now it that Trish never finds out I am her biological father. She knows Pam is her mother and bore and abandoned her. Now she has virtually married to her father and does not know it.

In the meanwhile I am going to try and put it all behind me and have a loving and fulfilling relationship with my own daughter, as my wife, and she will never know the penis that provides her with so much pleasure is the same penis that provided the semen to create her.

I look at her now naked and the wonder of her beauty overwhelms me. I am looking at my own daughter and it fills me with desire. I admit I am some sort of a mongrel to be doing this but had I know of her existence I may never have made love to a girl that age just in case. The most important thing to me is that she loves me as a lover and has no idea she could also love me as her father but in a completely different way.

This is a story I had to tell.

How would you feel and have handled this situation had you been me.

We had stayed in touch by phone and text but his family and work meant that we were unable to meet up again for several weeks. We eventually snatched a night together in a city about a hundred miles away from my home ( I told my husband I was visiting Michelle, an old school friend who I knew would 'cover' for me). Dave didn't ask any awkward questions so I knew I'd be ok. I wondered whether it would just have been a holiday fling for us both on the way down to the hotel and whether we would struggle to recapture the magic of the night of passion back home.

I needn't have worried, I practically melted on the spot when i saw him in the hotel lobby.he looked every bit as gorgeous as i'd remebered him and flashed me the sort of smile that made me immediately twitch down below. Christ, he could have taken me over the hotel's reception counter in full view of staff and tourists alike and I wouldn't have cared !

He suggested dinner - i suggested room service ! and immediately I entered the room , i threw the lock and sank to my knees in a subservient manner wanting to worship this fantastic man and his gorgeous thick veiny cock. I felt him sigh as I unzipped his pants reaching in to free his deliciously hard cock. Last time the sex had been rushed and frantic, this time we had all evening to enjoy each other and I was determined to make it last.I sloly took his juicy prick between my lips, slurping hungrily. He threw his head back and gasped as I struggled with his belt buckle, deperate to seem him gloriously naked.

We undressed quickly and without a word being exchanged - we both knew what we wanted to happen next.

His glorious tanned muscular body that i had fantasised so often over when I was lying in bed with Pete was all mine. I cupped his heavy swollen balls in my hands, gently squeezing them as I kissed him. Christ, he felt fucking fantastic !

He went down on me, effortlessly bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until my cunt was streaming. His fingers in my twat and his tongue flicking my clit were too much to cope with as I screamed continuously convulsing with the excitement. Finally, he slipped that beautiful veiny penis inside me and fucked me mercilessly - so much more passionately than Pete has ever done.We needed that fuck so much - there were months of pent up frustration on both sides to overcome. Later - he lifted me up on the shelf in the hotel's ensuite and nearly pulled the thing clean off the wall as he rammed his hot cock into me. I could watch his lovely taut muscular arse cheeks contracting with each thrust which sent me over the top as I shook and spasmed with the biggest orgasm yet. Finally, he let out a primaeval groan as he tensed up and shaking with the effort, unloaded his hot sticky semen deep inside me.

Afterwards, as we lay in each other's arms recovering - I told him he didn't need to stay in a hotel anymore if he was on business in our area. After all, Pete knew nothing of our relationship and I would enjoy furiously shagging Dave knowing Pete was just one room away oblivious to it all. We are planning to make this happen next week and afterwards I'll share it with you !

The customs queue moves slowly like all such official inspections until you are in front of the desk and the routine questions come one after another, but you can tell from the expression of the security officer something isn’t quite right. Sure enough he calls someone of the phone and you and your bags are separated from the line and escorted to a plain looking conference room where you are instructed to sit. Taking a chair you wonder what is going to happen, but the officers are quiet, yet you sense in spite of the lack of words that you are clearly being detained. After an endless wait of about ten minutes a tall, blond woman comes in and judging from the reaction of the other officers, is it clear she is very senior in rank to the other police officers. She sits opposite of you, looks in a file and after a few moments, looks up and you and begins.

“Your name shows up as a match on our watch lists. Have you ever been associated with any known criminal or terrorist groups or perhaps a charity working primarily in Islamic counties? Or have you traveled to any middle-eastern nation in the last ten years?”

“No, to both questions. This is my first trip to the United States and I have never traveled outside of Europe.”

"Well I don’t know why you are showing up. It may be as simple as a clerical error, but the only quick resolution is to finger print you and then for a hour or two you will have to be detained. You will be released just as soon as your identity is confirmed. Chuck,” she said to one of the male officers. “Please fingerprint her and take her to restraint three. Call me when you arrive and I’ll come right down.”

20 minutes later you are standing outside a room with a small sign reading Restraint III. The female officer who interviewed you arrived and escorts you by yourself into the room. You look around at the 10 by 10 foot room with a couple of plain chairs on either side of a low table sort of like a coffee table and a non-enclosed metal sink and toilet. There are bars covering the single window and one long bar across the ceiling with two heavily padded wrist restraints. Before you can begin to worry more about you surroundings the woman begins to speak.

“This will be your home until your prints come back. I need you to strip off everything for your initial search."

“Everything?”

“Yes, completely nude sweety. It wouldn’t do at all for you to have something on you that you shouldn’t, so I will haven to look you over and check your clothes before you can redress.” She smiled reassuringly.

You look about the room. No place of privacy. Nothing else to do but take it all off so you turn away from her and remove your blouse and pants. Sitting down you take off you shoes and socks, the titled floor seeming unnaturally cold to your bare feet the chill seeming to run through your whole body your nipples hardening instantly. You reach back and unhook the bra allowing your full breasts to fall free and they stand proudly outward proclaiming your sex. Eager to get it over with you ditch your panties and the woman motions you over under the bar.

“Just raise your arms so they can be restrained while I search you.”

“Do I have to be tied up?”

“Yes. It is policy to never be alone searching someone unless they are restrained or double guarded. It protects us both. If you don’t want to be restrained I can call in two other officers to witness, but I am the only woman on right now and it would be two male officers watch as I do a full body search including your body cavities.

You raise you arms and allow her to firmly attach them to the cuffs, your arms now above your head as if you are a robbery victim being held up. She steps close to your face and her hands run up the back of you neck gently, even sensually running through your hair, massaging your scalp exploring every inch they pass over missing nothing and yet waves of sheer sensual pleasure run unexpectedly through you. Finishing your hairline she explore your ears, her fingers as soft as a tongue as you struggle to avoid the sighs of pleasure that threaten to escape your lips. Like an eager tongue the fingers find entrance to your mouth where you eagerly suck them as she finger fucks your mouth in an erotic imitation of a blowjob. Then she checks the rest of your face and neck with her wet fingers, before sliding lower over your shoulders and running the length of your up stretched arms, before probing gently past you under arms and immediately down over your heaving breasts, the pink nipples straining by this point for attention.

She instinctively knows what a woman’s breasts most need and she cups you breasts, her finger and hands bringing you more pleasure than any man has ever given you causing a flood of wetness between your legs. She is rougher than any man has ever been without causing you your any real pain as she pinches and pulls your sweet little tips twisting and tugs as you writhe helplessly with real passion fired by her insistent lust for you. Her hands check your belly and then she moves behind you examining your back and buttocks, before moving down your legs. Reaching the heal she moves to the front and lifts each foot teasing it with your tongue and sucking the toes before her hands move back up your legs toward the seething volcano your pussy has become. “Spread your legs!” She commands and you willing separate them as far as possible while standing and you feel her fingers spreading your inner labia open as she examines you with an almost clinical detachment and then four fingers ram inside of you like a huge cock fucking and probing amid the huge amount of aroused wetness you have produced. You scream, but the hand doesn’t stop. It feels as if her whole arm is inside if you as it fucks you mercilessly, in and out, probing your G-spot as even more wetness drips from you, your body responding like a champion to this violation and taking pleasure from it, while your mind confused and unsure struggles to catch up.

She takes you to the edge of climax over and over but never quite lets you cum. Then the fingers withdraw and covered in your own juices they begin probing your anal opening thankfully only two enter you and once more you are fucked close to climax but not allowed to find release. Your body has built the most massive supply of pent up sexual tension awaiting release you have ever experienced and you moan is disappointment when her fingers exit your pussy. She stand in front of you looking over you naked and suffering body, now covered is sweat, your breath coming in ragged gulps and smelling of your extreme sexual arousal. She kisses you open-mouthed and full of passion, her lips crushing yours as her tongue penetrates your mouth and then her lips slide down to you nipples where you whimper and pant as she extracts ever more pleasure working them for 15 minutes sucking and licking as you aroused body begins pouring so much liquid arousal out of your sex that is now dripping down your legs and off your labia to the floor. The need for release is desperate and it seems forever before she at last moves to your aching womanhood. Once more she pulls you labia open exposing your dripping opening and the super excited and erect pink bud of pleasure. She just looks at you more minutes and just when you don’t think you can stand it any longer, her tongue flicks just once over the tip of your organ and you explode into the more powerful orgasm of you life aware of nothing other than the waves of pleasure and your moans.

Opening you eyes, you are aware of how wet you are between your legs, but everything else seems wrong. The room, the woman, the reality of where you have been, have all vanished and you are still cuddled under your jacket on the plane. It has all been a dream. Well almost all, you are so wet that your pants have soaked through to the seat leaving a small damp spot. You grab you carry on bag to get out some new clothes and head to the lavatory to change the wet and clinging pants, thankful you packed another outfit in your carry on luggage. Once inside you sit down your fingers quickly bringing relief to your swollen clitoris. Just as you finish changing and exit the lavatory the lights come on and the pilot announces you are approaching New York. Stowing the carry on once more you take one of the unoccupied seats letting your jacket cover the seat with the wet spot of female arousal.

It has all been a fantasy borne of transatlantic sexual expectations. So maybe you won’t be taken by a female police officer. You will certainly be sexually taken, and you smile at the thought because Thomas will be waiting for you and you are already wet, willing, indeed you are eager for him.

Questions, comments and suggestions. Thomascan06@yahoo.com

I walked up to the rack next to him and grabbed a bottle of astroglide and KY Jelly. As I selected my items I noticed him glance over at me and give me the once over. I figured he was thinking,  “What the hell does this guy need with 2 bottles of lube.” I walked to the front of the store to checkout. The fine Italian gentleman was close behind. I paid for my items and returned to my car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot I saw him again in the car behind me. I didn’t think anything of it until he followed me right into my parking lot. I know I hadn’t seen this man before. I defiantly would have fantasized about him on more than one occasion.

I grabbed my things and headed inside. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I already had a suspicion, but I never would have foreseen what happened. I answered the door. It was him! This man followed me all the way home from rite aid and knocked on my door. Before I could even open my mouth I noticed his fly was open and his dick was poking out for some air. He looked at me and said “Let's put that lube to good use.” My jaw dropped to the ground. I already had half a hardon from thinking about this guy pounding my ass.

 I was still dumbfounded when he invited himself in and walked straight to my bedroom. Quickly coming to grasps with what was happening I followed eagerly behind him. He noticed the dildo sitting on my bed waiting for me. “We won’t be needing this” he said as he tossed it aside. “Take off your pants” he ordered. Still being half in shock I quickly complied. I pulled of my shirt and dropped my pants to the floor. My still growing cock was peeking through the front of my boxers.

. “Nice” he said, eyeing my cock and nice round ass.

He stripped off his shirt exposing his statuesque form. Large firm pecks, cobblestone abs and muscular biceps. His pants fell to the floor exposing the rest his growing dick. It was about 9.5 inches long and thick enough to fill anything it needed to. It had a very well defined head, like a large helmet, atop an almost perfectly straight shaft.  His pubic hair was manscaped into a nice patch. He pulled me close to him and slid his hands down to my soft round ass. I ran my hands across his granite like body, feeling every ripple.  “Get on your knees” he requested. Without any instruction I knelt down in front of him wrapped my hand around the shaft of his cock and slid the head into my mouth. I slowly ran my tongue around the outline of his dick head while firmly gripping his shaft. I slowly slid his dick between my lips and down my throat as far as I could. He began to pump his hips pushing his dick into my mouth.  I continued to work his dick down my throat, my tongue massaging the underside of his dick head with every thrust, until he pulled it away. He took his dick in his hand and slapped me across the face with it. “Stand up” he barked. Just as I got back to my feet he took me and through me face down on the bed. I moved to the middle of the bed and got on all fours awaiting what he had in store next. My asshole quivered as I heard him take the lube out of the package and rub some on his now throbbing dick.

He got on his knees behind me and slowly pushed the head of his dick into the crack of my ass. He squirted a little lube on my asshole before pushing into me. I let out a deep moan as he penetrated my ass. It was just the head at first. This alone was enough to make my legs feel weak. He slid deeper into my asshole with each stroke until he had all 9 inches buried deep inside me. I began to moan louder as he steadily fucked my ass. All of the sudden he pulled out. Before I could ask what happened he rammed it all the way in. Again he did it. Slowing pulling his member all the way out before plunging back in so hard the headboard banged against the wall. Each time he re-penetrated my asshole a wave of intense pleasure came over me.

After a minute or so he built back up to a strong steady stroke. I could feel his thrust getting faster by the minute. Drowning in pleasure I was quickly brought back to the moment with a hard slap on my ass. I yelped. He smacked my ass again. Each trust grew faster and stronger. He fucked my ass so hard my arms gave out, burring my face in a pillow. He continued to pound my ass relentlessly. I was overcome with ecstasy I lost control of the majority of my muscles. I was now laying face buried in a pillow on my bed, only my ass poking up in the air slightly to accommodate his fucking. I could feel his solid arms wrapped round my chest. His right hand fondling and pinching my nipple. His pace increased again. We were now both rocking violently back and forth in the bed.
His hand continued to play with my nipple and squeeze my chest.  The feeling of his pulsating dick filling my asshole and the friction of my dick against the bed brought me right to the edge of splurging.

“Fuck me harder, Fuck that tight ass” I yelled.  Still moaning and grunting each time he pumped his dick into my ass.

Every stroke he took brought me closer and closer. He buried his dick deeper in my ass fucking me faster and faster.

“Oh Fuck, I’m going to cum” I screamed.

Hearing this only motivated him to fuck me more violently.

Wave after wave of gratification rushed through my body as I reached my peak. My dick, pressed between my stomach and the bed, oozed out a load of hot creamy cum. My stomach and the sheets were now smeared with cum as he continued to pound my ass. Every stroke prolonged my orgasm, my dick now well lubricated rubbing against my stomach.  It wasn’t long before I felt his dick swell with anticipation. His trusts grew faster and more erratic.

“Fuck yes, I’m gonna cum in your ass” he blurted out as his dick started to pulse shooting his load of thick hot cum in my ass. He continued to fuck my ass as he pumped it full of cream. His strokes started to shorten and stop.

He collapsed on top of me the tip of his dick still in my ass. I pushed my ass up against his hips taunting is spent cock. His dick slipped out of my ass. I felt a stream of his hot load trickle out of my ass and down my thigh. The warm sticky feeling let me know he was satisfied. A sign of his appreciation is how I saw it.

We both laid on the bed collapsed in a pool of cum. I felt his dick between my thighs. Slowly working it between them.  He pushed his dick down between my cum soaked thighs. It wasn’t long before he was ready to go again. He got up and I rolled onto my back. I lifted my legs in the air and spread them showing him my asshole still dripping with cum. He took my legs and held them over his shoulders and entered my ass. In and out he pumped his dick. I grabbed my legs and pulled them back to my head.

He leaned forward pushing deeper into my ass. I moan almost uncontrollably as he fucks my ass pushing deeper and deeper.  He is now leaning over me in missionary position with me holding my legs high in the air. I feel his hot breath on my neck. His dick pounding away. He leans and whispers in my ear, “This next one is gonna be messy.” To overwhelmed to pleasure to think about what that meant I begged him to fuck my faster and hard. He increased pace thrusting harder and faster. I squeezed his dick with my ass on every stroke. The increased tightness put him over the edge. He pulled his dick out of my ass and knelt over me.  Gripping his dick tightly he pointed it at face.  I opened my mouth in time to catch the first spray of thick cum.

He jerked his hand up and down his shaft spraying out a load of hot cream with every stroke. The second landed on my left cheek and running down my neck. The third and fourth landed in my mouth with the final 2 dripping out onto my lips and chin. My face now fully covered in cum. I swallowed what has already pooled in my mouth.  I grabbed his dick and ran it across my face smearing the cum all around. I take his dick into the back of my throat to milk out every last drop. I ran my fingers across my cheek hoping to collect the rest of his spilled load. After licking every finger dry I thanked him. Not a moment would pass before he was dressed and walking out the door.

“Wait, what is your name…” I called out as the front door closed behind him.  I lay in bed still covered with man love wondering who that man was, and if I’d ever see him again.