She had never met up with a guy she met online – but damn – the chemistry was insane and the texts...they showed her a sexual experience that she had often fantasised about but rarely experienced. He arrived and he was as gorgeous as she imagined, tall at six-one and well-built. She liked a big man and even clothed, at the hotel door, she could see the beautiful naked body she had lusted over. He was wearing his flipflops and he had a bag, indicating that it was going to be a fun night.
He was charismatic and interesting – she hadn't expected an intellectual connection and found this development to be a surprise. He hadn't shown his face in the pictures online and he was even cuter than she imagined: boyish grin, dark eyes and messed up hair. Immediately she knew they would have the hot sex that they had discussed via text. He had seen all of her before but he commented that she was even prettier in the flesh and as she handed him a flute of champagne, his fingers brushed her skin softly. Their eyes met and he pressed forward, leaning in for a hard passionate kiss. She had been moist and excited for weeks now, so the actuality of it, made her pussy gush. She didn't think she had ever been this wet, she could feel the skimpy panties, a thong with beads in the ass, soaking through. She had bought these panties with him in mind; he was so deliciously naughty and she knew he'd think the beads were like candy in her ass; he would want to eat her so badly. The kiss was better than she'd ever had: firm with his tongue in her mouth, insistently tangling with hers. He touched her face and her hair, then his hands grabbed her large breasts and she moaned through the kiss. His hands massaged her, pinched her nipples.
The kiss ended and they stared at each other, tense with desire. He stood, pulling her to her feet and away from the windows with the gorgeous bay and rainforest views. The sun was setting, the sky streaked with magenta and cobalt. Oblivious to everything but each other, they melted into an embrace. She sighed as his hands ran all over her body, squeezing her round ass.
He leaned down, placing his hot mouth on hers and kissed her backwards onto the king bed. Her legs fell wide-open, begging and he came in, pushing against her demanding hot pussy as he intensified the kiss. Through her dress and his khaki shorts, she felt his thick huge cock; the one she had pleasured herself to so many times, crushing hard against her inner thigh. She opened her legs wider, pushing her hot cunt into the hardness and ecstasy shot through her, like an orgasm.
His kiss was travelling down her throat and she begged him to put his fingers into her panties, for his fingers to touch her urgent pulsating pussy. She was his, whimpering and writhing against him - and his smile told her that he liked how badly she wanted this. He ran his hand down her curves, then up her dress, his fingers light on her bare thighs. She was breathing hard, anticipation pounding and then he ran a finger along her pantyline.
"I loved your pictures of your wet pussy," he said into her ear. "Now I get to touch."
"Please," she begged him and she moaned loudly as she felt two thick fingers enter her panties, running over her swollen clit.
"I'm so close," she whispered and he smirked down at her, kissing her face as his skilled fingers slowly circled her clit. She moaned as she pushed her cunt into them, thinking of much she had masturbated to him and his dirty texts - and now he was here, his fingers manipulating her swelled clit to a hard – and mind-blowing – orgasm that tore through her. She cried out and he looked into her eyes, enjoying her pleasure and continuing to tease her pussy.
Tingling all over, he moaned and sighed, pressing her cunt hard against that hand, wanting even more. His mouth was now on her neck, she could feel his breathing, feel his arousal.
"Please fuck me," she said breathlessly and he flipped her skirt up, revealing her shapely thighs and exposing her soaked panties.
He smiled appreciatively. "You sent me a picture of these..." and pulled the white lacy front to the side, lowering his handsome face and feasting upon her pussy. He ate her good; his large mouth licking and sucking each little fold of her and his tongue moving between fucking her cunthole and pressing firmly into her protruding clit.
"Your pussy tastes so good," he said as he ate her hairless soaking wet cunt, rubbing her streaming juices over across his cheeks, his chin. She couldn't control herself, grinding on his eager mouth and moaning loudly – and when she came, she bucked against that persistent tongue. Her hands went for his messy dark hair and she gripped handfuls of it, screaming as she came violently. It was the best oral she had ever received - this man in his flipflops was incredible.
But he wasn't anywhere near done with her, he jumped up, pulling down his khaki shorts and revealing that huge thick cock. She asked to taste; she wanted to swallow it – but he tore off her panties, opening her wide and plunging his thick rod straight into her throbbing hot pussy, balls-deep in the one hard thrust. She squealed in delight, she was so amazingly wet and his huge cock filled her tightly.
"Your pussy is tiny," he said, bringing up her barefoot and licking along the bottom arch. She sighed and tried to move her pelvis against him, wanting more thrusts and he smirked down at her.
"You want to get fucked, do you?" he asked, toying with her.
"Yes!" she cried and then he thrust hard again, his pubic bone grinding against her clit hard as he filled her. He was fucking her slowly, hard and now, he was sucking on her red-painted little toes. He pulled off his polo shirt, grabbed both her legs and pulled them up. She moaned, moving against him and then, his dark eyes pinning her down, he methodically started to pound into her hard and fast, with her feet over his shoulders.
She cried out, abandoning her sense of self to this pleasure, pressing her drenched wet pussy against him. He filled her beyond what she had imagined and stimulated her G-spot, tantalized her cervical zone. She announced each of his thrusts with a moan and her hands grabbed his strong arms. When he made her come, with his thick drilling cock, she screamed, her fingernails digging into the skin of his broad shoulders.
She thought about his wife wondering about the scratches and imagined his pretty curvy little wife watching them fuck and this pushed her over the edge again. He was fucking her hard in nothing but his flipflops and then he came, gasping.
"That was intense," she said and he kissed her hard, fucking his cum deeper. She was still so horny and moved against him, her hot swollen cunt wanting more. He pulled his slick cock out of her and put two fingers into her cunt, bringing some of his creamy seed up to her mouth on his hand. Gazing into his face, she gobbled it greedily, her tongue stroking his amazing fingers. She begged for more and he pushed his cock into her mouth, making her taste the union between him and her – the taste of her pussy and his come – and he face-fucked her, as she laid there, gazing up at him. He grabbed handfuls of her platinum blonde hair, forcing his girth down her throat and she moaned around his hard cock.
He changed positions, turning around to a 69, his balls against her forehead as he started eating her cum-filled pussy and slurping at it, relishing in it. She was moaning around the thrusting cock, her hands stroking his broad back and her senses on fire. She could smell his balls and the musk of his ass. The very thought of him devouring her cum-filled pussy made her come hard, on his beautiful licking mouth.
Gagged by the thick cock, her moans and cries were muffled but then he moved off her, his hand on her cheek.
