Paula acted beside herself with surprise when she saw him in the doorway, as if he just unexpectedly returned from a war. This annoyed him. But when she dropped to her knees in front of the full length mirror he forgot his annoyance. He locked the door behind him. This was a good place to do it. The pool deck was noisy with the sound of machinery and rushing water. And who swims at one in the morning? He went over to her and nudged her smiling lips with his swollen crotch.
"Hold up. I almost forgot." Paula swiped and tapped on her fitness watch. "I want to get credit for this. There might be an achievement for it. One hour, starting... now."
She yanked his shorts to the floor and didn't even pause to admire the stiff knob that sprang out at her. She simply put her mouth over the head, bobbed a couple times, then took it all the way down to the root before coming up under him to lick his balls. "Oh you're all sweaty. I love it." Her tongue swirled around in his pubic hair, circumnavigating up around the base of his cock and back down to his scrotum. What a hungry little whore she is.
She didn't need to use her hands. Her lips and tongue were everywhere, always in the right place at the right time. She kept her hands on her thighs as she sat on her haunches. Kent watched her in the mirror. Watched her jaws working to accommodate his cock, saw her throat bulging when she took him deep, watched her ass straining the spandex fabric of her shorts. He reached down and pulled the half-shirt over her head, loving the sight of her pendulous boobs bouncing free.
Paula was in the zone and Kent wasn't hating it. He was getting close to flooding her mouth when she brought her hand up to his shaft and took it out of her mouth. She pressed it to her cheek, opening very wide so his cock head fit in the depression between her two rows of teeth. She softly chewed the inside of her cheek which felt unreal on his dick through the rosy flesh of her face. "You sure you wanna come in my mouth, babe? You only have an hour."
In answer, Kent grabbed her by her hair and stuffed his dick directly in her mouth, all the way in. After the vigorous deep throating she had already performed, her throat was completely accessible to him. He fucked her face without restraint, his heavy balls mashing against her chin on every stroke. The pressure built up and when he could take it no more he reached down and grabbed her by the nose and started filling her mouth up with come.
Paula gulped furiously to keep up with the wave after wave of his ejaculation. Kent let go of her nose and she gasped for air before resuming her sucking and swallowing. Damn, but she was good at that. Too bad she is such a treacherous snake. She traced her lips with thumb and forefinger, wiping away the excess come and saliva before licking them. "Oh, yummy."
She rose to her feet and walked over to her gym bag. She took out a big towel and spread it over the changing bench in the center of the room. She pulled off her shorts, left on her sneakers. Taking a seat on the bench and primly putting hands on her knees, she asked, "What now, mister?"
Kent sat next to her and buried his face in her tits without preamble. Man, he could spend an hour on these milk jugs alone. But after a few minutes of motor-boating and groping he worked his way down to her belly button and pushed her knees apart. She fanned one leg over the bench and reclined, giving him access to her little pink pussy lips. Kent slipped his hands under her thighs and leaned in to inhale the sweet fragrance.
It might seem foolish to waste time going down on a slut, given the limited time he had at his disposal. But Kent genuinely enjoyed eating this particular slut's pussy. He loved her scent, her flavor. He loved feeling up her ass while she wrapped her curvaceous legs around his head. He loved the soft moans she made while he stroked her pussy with long licks of his tongue and nuzzled her soft pubic hair with his cheeks and nose. He sucked lightly on her lips, making small popping sounds when he broke suction.
He dug his tongue into her groove and licked his way up from the bottom to the top of her vaginal opening. He did this several times, mashing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue each time. He pushed her legs up and out and tasted the skin between her pussy and ass. Then he zig-zagged his tongue up and down her entire pubic triangle before starting over and doing it all again and again.
He assumed she got off when he did this. Paula was not very demonstrative about her orgasms. Kent had a theory about why this was. She liked to be seen as a man-pleaser. Maybe she thought that showing too much pleasure in something he did diminished that image. When they were dating he tried to talk about her pleasure but she didn't like to discuss it. So he just did the best he could and assumed it was enough. At some point she squeaked and bucked in his mouth. Was that it? Didn't matter. He was ready for love again and there were only thirty minutes to go.
He straddled the bench and eased his cock into her hot little box. Still tight after all these years. She moaned dramatically and said, "Oh, how I've missed you." He spit in her face. She guffawed in surprise several times, then stuck out her pink little tongue to try and lick up the droplets of his saliva.
Kent ignored her antics and concentrated on the sweet friction of pussy on dick. He thought about how many times he fucked her like this, how he had taken it for granted, that she would always be there for him to fuck. He had a new appreciation for how tight and wet for him she was, how excited it made him to push his way in there and drill it for all he was worth. He wasn't going to take this time for granted. He wanted to remember every nuance and sensation.
In and out, in and out, he reveled in how it felt to plow into her willing flesh. In and out, in and out, he loved her calves on his shoulders, her knees pressed into her tits, their hands clutching each other's bare shoulders. In and out, in and out, her breaths came in long measured sighs. She opened her mouth to say something, but seeing the look in his eyes she thought better of it. In and out, in and out, he picked up his pace, giving her the full stroke. Bitch better remember this too, in case he ever grew a spine.
He felt her watch buzz and looked up at the clock. Twenty-five minutes left. He kept one of her legs on his shoulder and lowered the other to the floor. Straddling the leg, he pushed deep inside her. It felt like half his scrotum was up in her. She whimpered as if it hurt but she wasn't fooling anyone. He'd fucked that pussy every which way and knew how deep and wide she could go. As far as he knew, that fuck hole of hers was indestructible. It was her super power. Still, he took his weight off her leg and let her get comfortable before resuming the onslaught.
This felt good but he knew it felt even better for her. If she was going to come it would be this way. His pride made him care if she did. His pride resented her pretending it didn't matter. His pride made him want to make her come or break her in half trying. He alternated jackhammering into her and screwing her side to side and around and around. She was letting out a stream of tiny whimpers and gasps, letting him know he was over the target. Then her watch buzzed again. Twenty minutes left.
He pulled out of her and let her lower her other leg. He guided her to turn around and straddle the bench. He pushed her down so her face and tits were pressed against the towel. He had her straighten her legs so her ass was pointed up in the air. He stepped up behind her with his legs inside hers and eased it in. He set a milder pace than before. At this point he was beyond trying to impress her or punish her. He just wanted to enjoy the moment and not finish one second sooner than sixty minutes.
While he banged her he ran his hands possessively over her plump ass cheeks. Her little asshole winked at him, looking tight and virginal as if it had never had a fat cock stuffed in it. It had been stretched out of shape six times, with him at least, in the five tempestuous years they were together. He fondly remembered each encounter, from the best first date ever to the hotel balcony on their trip to Galveston. Each time it had been good as a porn movie, no awkwardness or embarrassment. He knew things didn't happen that way by chance. One time he asked how she prepared herself for anal, hoping for an invitation to watch or even participate. She acted like she didn't know what he was talking about.
Should he try and make it the seventh time tonight? She did say 'Anything' so surely she would be prepared for that. But every time he put it up her ass was at her invitation. It wouldn't be right to just switch to her ass without asking. And he didn't want to ask; didn't want her permission; didn't want to feel grateful to her for granting him that favor. No, if she wasn't going to bring it up then neither would he. He had her hot wet cunt to enjoy and was on schedule to fill her up fifteen minutes from now. No sense screwing up the itinerary by making a side trip up her rectum.
