My name is Sherry. I am married and have two children. I work hard to keep my 31 year old body in good shape. I have long blond hair that stops about eight inches above my waist. My eyes are blue, I weigh 108 pounds and stand about 5'6" tall in high heels.
My husband Jim asked me to tell the story of my night on the town in Las Vegas. He has already told the story of my encounter with the four black gentlemen at our hotel. What happened after that adventure, is the subject of this writing. So, buckle your seat belts and here goes.
During the year prior to my adventure, I lost a considerable amount of weight. I won't say how much, though. I also started on an exercise program to tighten up my body. The result is a shapely figure measuring 35-22-35. My cup size is "D", however, the off-the-rack bras I buy always seem a little tight.
After my experience with the black gentlemen, I was very excited and wanted more. I felt guilty about what I had done and I told Jim. He seemed a little stunned and dazed, however I could see no anger in his face. I did see a stain on his pants around the crotch and figured that he had enjoyed our little party.
I love my husband very much, however, the new feelings I had experienced that night pushed me on. I told Jim that tomorrow I would be his faithful wife again, but that while it was dark, I would be looking for other men. Jim just stared and said nothing as I walked out the door of our hotel room.
I was wearing a short mini dress and a pair of five inch spiked heels, nothing else except a small handbag. This tight, revealing dress was brand new and I had never really dressed in a sexy way before. I am considered rather straight laced by my friends and coworkers-workers. After the day's events, however, I was learning to enjoy my sexuality. The mini dress was white and was made of thin material. I paused at a mirror in the hotel hallway to take stock.
The dark circles of my nipples were visible through the thin dress and the tips of my nipples were raising little bumps in the material. I can now see why men look my way. I use to think they were looking for a flaw in the way I looked. I realize now that large breasts on a relatively small frame are very attractive to men. The tightness of my dress held my breasts together producing a substantial cleavage. I wasn't always so blessed with large breasts. I believe that my increased size is due to breast feeding my two children. Fortunately, my breasts don't sag too much, just enough to prove that they are real.
I turned to looked at my back side. All the workouts had paid off. My tight rounded butt was smooth and you could see the outline of my crack through my thin dress. My legs, like the rest of my body, were tanned just right and although I am short, the high heels and short skirt make my legs look long.
I faced the mirror once more to check my hair and make-up. I was glad that my natural hair color was blond. Dark hair between my legs would be noticeable through the thin fabric of my dress if my nipples were any clue. It was about midnight as I headed for the hotel lobby, practicing my sexy walk as I went. I was feeling the need for a man and I hoped that I would find one soon.
As I entered the lobby I noticed a young bellhop standing at the information desk. I had found my first victim. I slowly walked toward the twentyish young man. He looked briefly in my direction, looked away then jerked his head back in my direction. It was a classic double-take and I had hooked my first fish.
He straightened up as I approached him. I put an index finger to my lips and touched my tongue briefly. I then touched my throat and slowly moved my finger down my cleavage. It was my way of displaying my wares. The lump in his pants was unmistakable. I noticed his name-tag, then looked him straight in the eye and smiled seductively. I said, "I would like a cab, Kevin, but first I would like you to show me to a private place where I can sample that monster growing in your pants."
The young fellow blushed slightly, then, as if to make certain, asked, "Did I hear you correctly, Ma'am?" His eyes were glued to my finger, which was lightly stroking the deep crevice between my breasts.
I replied, "You heard correctly, Kevin." His shyness gave way to determination. He looked around the lobby then motioned for me to follow him.
He lead me through a door marked "Employees Only" and down a long hall with offices on either side. No one was around due to the late hour. He opened a door into a room that looked like the employee lounge. The room contained a sofa, snack machines and a TV. Kevin closed the door and turned the dead-bolt. He inquired, "How's this?"
I didn't answer with words. I moved closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. I tilted my head back slightly as I pulled his lips to mine. He instinctively put his hands around my waist and pulled me into him. My breasts mashed into his muscular chest. I slowly snaked my tongue into his mouth and touched his tongue. He responded by moving his tongue into my mouth, tasting my tongue.
We finally broke the kiss. The lust in his eyes equaled mine. I pushed him away from me toward the couch. His momentum caused him to plop down on the couch. I decided a show was in order. I put my hands on each leg at the hem of my skirt. Slowly I slide my hands along my body and up my side. I cupped my breasts and hefted them, causing the cleavage to become deeper. I pinched each nipple through my dress.
I slowly walked to the couch where Kevin was siting. I stood in front of him for a moment with my feet about two feet apart. I bent over, giving him a first hand view of my hanging breasts. I reached for his belt buckle and undid the buckle. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down. His bulge had grown substantially. I fished around in his underwear and finally pulled out fat cock that was rapidly getting longer and harder. After stroking the hairy rod for a minute or two, I realized that this was going to be one hell of a ride. Kevin's cock was about 9 inches long and about 9 inches around.
I knelt down to get a closer look at this stud. I couldn't wait to get my mouth around that beast. I leaned over and took it into my mouth. I managed to get the head into my mouth, but going further was going to be difficult. I licked the head, sticking my tongue into his pee hole. He shivered when my tongue brushed his sensitive area. While I continued working on him, he took the straps of my dress off my shoulders and released my breasts. He kneaded and pinched my tits causing a sensation to build in my pussy.
I increased my efforts on Kevin's cock, finally managing to slide that fat horse cock into my throat. I began rapid up and down motions forcing the head of his cock in and out of my throat. Occasionally, I would swallow the entire cock and just linger there, experiencing the feeling of having my mouth and throat fully packed with meat. I would withdraw when it was time for a breath.
Kevin's tit massage had made my pussy a wet mess. I decided I needed Kevin's monster in my cunt. I stood up, then crawled on top of Kevin. I grabbed his head and placed it between my tits. My legs were straddling Kevin's legs and my skirt slid up my legs to my waist. My wet pussy was drooling onto Kevin's leg. I rubbed my pussy against his cock, transferring some of the juice to lubricate it. Kevin was producing lube of his own at the tip of his cock. I put my finger to the tip and withdrew a sample to taste. It tasted sweet.
I couldn't stand it any longer. I raised up enough to allow his cock to align with my hole. Slowly, I sat down on his pole. Kevin's thickness was stretching my pussy to its limit. Thank goodness for lubrication. When I reached bottom I slowly moved up. Then I moved down again increasing speed. We established a good rhythm. Kevin was having a ball with my tits. He licked every square inch. My favorite was when he pushed the nipples together and sucked both at the same time. I could feel the tingle shoot to my pussy.
After a few minutes of fucking, I had my first orgasm. It built slowly, increasing and increasing the sensation. Finally, I froze as the intense pleasure flowed over me. I never know how long I cum. I feel like I go somewhere wonderful when I cum, only to return to earth as the sensations lessen. I then realize where I am. Kevin continued pistoning me even though I stopped moving.
I was amazed at Kevin's staying power. I sucked him for about ten minutes and we fucked for about ten more. I asked, "Kevin, do you ever cum?".
He replied, "Oh sure. I usually cum when I'm on top." I got off and invited Kevin to switch places. He got up and removed his clothes while I lay down on the couch and admired his body. He knelt at my feet and stopped to admire my pussy, mumbling something about a thing of beauty.
I watched as he positioned his cock in front of my pussy. It excited me to know that his huge monster would be filling then pounding my hole. He pushed the head of his cock through the lips of my pussy, then drove it home. He began pounding me roughly. My tits were bouncing back and forth with each slap of his body. I could feel his balls banging my asshole. In between my moans, I managed to say, "Kevin, I want you to cum in my mouth."
He looked at me with surprise and admiration and said, "Wow. I didn't think women liked that sort of thing."
I mouthed to him in a whisper, "I love it." That was all it took. Evidently my nasty manner put him over the edge.
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