My name is Donna and I’m what you might call a more “mature” woman. I’m in my late 40’s now, but I still enjoy a very active sex life with my husband, Tom. The problem is that I am more than my poor Tom can handle sometimes. You see, I love my husband but his six-inch cock sometimes just isn’t what I need. I love to be filled – really filled – and I need a massive cock to do the job! Tom’s cock does a decent job usually, and I do orgasm with him, but there are times when a girl just needs to be stretched to her limits! This is the story of my first really big cock...

Tom was away on a business trip in Chicago and had been gone for a week now. He wasn’t due to come back home for another week. He goes away on different business trips like this on occasion and normally just before he does, we have a good bout of sex to hold me over until he gets back. This time however, he was just getting over a bad cold and we didn’t have a chance to “put anything in the bank” so to speak before he left.

I tried to be a good girl while he was gone. I had a few favorite toys to keep me satisfied. Tom, bless his sweet heart, always took care of me and always thought of my needs, so I had amassed a pretty decent “toybox” over the years. I was at home one night bored and looking for something to do...

I went to my toybox and was rummaging around in there trying to find something to scratch this nagging itch that had been bothering me since last night. I’d had an especially delicious dream, and it left me with a hunger that was driving me crazy! An emptiness between my legs that I knew I needed to fill soon or I wouldn’t be responsible for what happened next! Leaving a woman with a drive like mine alone to my own devices is a dangerous thing!

I was just about to get out my Sybian and go for a ride, when the doorbell rang. Dressed in my comfy blue jeans and my husband’s white shirt (which I often wear when he’s gone to feel closer to him), I wasn’t exactly dressed for entertaining, but I went to the door and looking through the peephole I saw it was James, one of the men that worked with Tom.

“Hi James,” I said, answering the door to him. I knew James pretty well, as he had been over to our house many times before.

“Hi, Donna. Sorry about the late hour, but Tom sent me an email from Chicago about some paperwork he needs me to work on while he’s gone. I almost forgot about it until just a little bit ago,” he said.

“Oh, that’s alright. Come on in, the paperwork you are after is most likely in his office, Come on I’ll show you the way, follow me,” I said, and I started walking down the hall towards the office.

“With a view like that, you don’t have to ask me twice!” he said, almost under his breath. Almost. I turned around hearing him say something but not quite sure what.

“What did you say?” I asked.

He blushed a bit. “Sorry, I said with a view like that, you don’t have to ask me twice,”

“Oh? You like the view do you?” I said, teasing him.

“Oh yeah. That’s one lucky pair of jeans!” he said. We often flirted like this – like I said, James is an old friend.

“You are so sweet. But they don’t feel so lucky right about now,” I confessed.

“Why is that?” he asked.

“Oh nothing, just feeling sorry for myself is all,” I said. “Here, I think this is what you are after, James.”

“Thanks, but back to you, why are you feeling sorry for yourself? What’s wrong, hon?” he said.

“Well, it’s just that Tom is gone and I’m feeling a little lonely and ... empty. He’s been gone a long time and he won’t be back anytime soon either,” I said.

“Yeah, this trip caught all of us off-guard. But you have lots of friends, Donna – surely you can go out with someone and do something?” he said.

“Well, that’s not quite what I meant, James. I meant lonely in another way,” I said looking down at my lap.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

“I mean I am lonely for someone to ... Oh hell, I’m horny, James! I had a wonderfully sexy dream last night, and all I can think of today is finding something hard to put between my legs!” I said, bluntly. One thing about me is that I tend to speak my mind, and sometimes that is more than the people around me can handle!

“Oh, I see,” James said.

“Sorry to just blurt it out like that. Tom usually takes care of me before he leaves on these kinds of trips, but he has been sick the last few days and didn’t want me getting sick while he’s not around to take care of me,” I said.

“Tom is a good man,” James said.

“Yes, he is ... but he’s not around now when I really need him,” I said sadly.

Then James did something I completely didn’t expect. He stepped closer to me and took me in his arms. “Donna I hope I’m not out of line here. I like Tom very much, we are good friends and I respect him immensely. But I have to be honest with you, too. Donna, I think you are so fucking hot” he said. “I have always wanted to take you to bed.” Then he leaned forward and kissed me. Not a friendly, polite, kiss on the cheek, but a full on, “I want you now” kiss; deep and passionate and powerful. And let me tell you – that man could kiss!

Before I even knew what I was doing I had my arms around his neck and was kissing him back. His tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth and his hands were fondling my tits. I hardly ever wear a bra at home, so he could feel my rock hard nipples easily through Tom’s dress shirt.

“I want you,” James moaned as he continued to passionately kiss me.

“James, I want you too. I am so horny ... I was just about to take my Sybian machine for a spin when you came by. And Tom lets me play with other guys and even girls if I want, but I have to ask his permission first, he doesn’t want me fucking just anyone. He wants to know who I’m with so he can make sure it’s safe and that I won’t get hurt,” I said.

James had pushed me back against the wall. He pressed himself up against me and I could feel a huge bulge in the front of James’s pants. I REALLY wanted to find out just how big he was.

“Donna, you and I and Tom have been friends for a long time. You know who I am and you know that I would never hurt you. Now Tom isn’t here to ask permission, but I am almost certain that he wouldn’t want you to suffer from your little ‘condition’ for another week. And you just said he doesn’t want you trolling the bars and clubs for someone to scratch that itch either,” he said. “You can use one of your toys, like your Sybian if you like, but you won’t get the warmth and intimacy of another person with a plastic and metal buzz toy.”

I couldn’t argue with his logic. And I sure couldn’t argue with the bulge in his pants either. James was a good friend and I knew that Tom wouldn’t mind if he helped me with my ‘condition’ given the circumstances.

“Please...” I said softly, looking in his eyes. James took control then and I gave it to him willingly. He leaned forward, kissing me again, crushing his lips against mine. He devoured me with his kiss as if he had been starved and I was a prime rib dinner. I moaned into his ravenous mouth, my moans mixed with pleading whimpers of my need for him.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss for the moment and looked at me. I wore Tom’s white shirt with the first couple buttons undone. My rock hard nipples were trying to poke holes in the fabric. And I could feel the dampness in my panties already forming. James took my hands and lifted them up over my head pressing them back against the wall I was leaning on. “Leave them there,” he commanded. I nodded my head, biting my lip.

He pulled the shirt out from under my jeans waist, untucking the shirttail and letting it hang free. Then he started at the bottom, unbuttoning one button at a time slowly, watching my reaction as each button fell free. The first couple were easy, I was smiling and gave a little gasp as I felt the shirt get a bit looser. But then as the third one came undone, he pulled the end apart and kissed my bare skin under the shirt.

“Oh, God!” I moaned as his hot kiss burned like a brand on my skin. He unbuttoned the next button and kissed me again, this time higher. There was only one button left and he looked at me for a moment.

“Ask me,” he said, his voice forceful and authoritative.

“Please James, please!” I said, my willpower crumbling under his powerful presence.

James unbuttoned the last button and threw my shirt open. I gasped as he plunged his face into my chest, sucking one tit into his mouth and licking and chewing on my pebble-hard nipple. My automatic reaction was to take hold of his head with both hands and hold it tight against my tit as he licked and sucked on my nipple. But that was also the wrong reaction.

Instantly he pulled away and grabbed me by the throat, holding me firmly but not choking me. “Did I tell you to move your hands?” he asked.

“No,” I croaked, as much from surprise as from his hand around my throat. He pulled me away from the wall a couple feet then turned me around to face it. He raised my hands up into a sort of police search position. “Now if you move them again, I will beat your little ass till you can’t sit down!” he said. I could feel my pussy twitch and gush at his commanding words. I almost moved my hands just to get him to spank me!

But I wanted to see what his next move would be, so I kept my hands where he instructed. He moved up behind me after that, pressing that amazing bulge into the crease of my jeans and leaning over my back. He reached around me and his hands slid up my belly till the reached my breasts.

“You always did have the best set of tits I ever saw, Donna,” he said. I moaned as his hands played over my breasts and across my nipples. I was pretty proud of my 34DD breasts as well – they were one of my best features and Tom said that was the first thing he noticed when we met too. And I had taken great pains to keep them as firm and perky as I could. Tom had given me a “boob job” as a birthday present a few years ago because we both wanted the girls to be full and firm.

Now James was enjoying them and I was in heaven as his hands caressed, massaged, mauled, and tweaked them. I love having my breasts played with and he was playing them like a Stradivarius violin. He squeezed the soft pliable flesh and pinched and tugged on my hard pink nipples. I moaned and threw my head back as his touch made little electric jolts travel straight to my pussy getting me wetter and wetter.

I pushed back against the immense bulge I felt there swaying my hips back and forth and rolling my ass over it. “Please James, Please I want that ... I need that, please!” I said, humping back against him to show him my need. God, I felt like such a whore!

My begging and humping at him must have worked because he pulled my hands down from the wall and pushed me to the floor. “If you want to be fucked, then crawl into the bedroom and show me how much!” he said. I looked at him grinning broadly and began crawling down the hallway towards the bedroom.

I don’t know where he got the idea that I liked being humiliated and degraded and treated like a whore, but he was absolutely correct! Poor Tom tries to do it, but he loves me too much to do a good job of it and so I can’t ever really take him seriously. But James was different, he didn’t love me so he could use me. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but he had the dominant presence to make it work for him and I was dripping! I wanted to be his whore and I would do anything for him!