It had been an uneventful Tuesday. It was cold and rainy and I stopped into my regular "watering hole" for a quick beer before heading back to my apartment. I didn't even notice the guy who sat next to me at the bar.
"Are you Paul McRory?" he asked quietly.
I turned to look at the very ordinary-looking man who knew my name. Never seen him before.
"And if I am...?" I replied warily.
"If you are, I'd like you to move over to the table in the corner and talk to my wife," he almost whispered.
I glanced over his shoulder and saw a dark-haired woman sitting alone at a table for two. I wondered what kind of set-up this was. I was tired and didn't really feel like dealing with any nonsense. I stood, intending to leave. The man didn't react at all, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the woman sit up slightly and glance over at me. Something about the way she looked struck me. She had long curly dark hair that cascaded around her face. She wore round-frame glasses and a tight, dark Oriental-print dress. I picked up my beer, walked over to her table and sat down next to her.
"Hello, Paul. I'm Sophia," she spoke in a husky, low voice. "I have heard a lot about you."
"You have? Like what?" I asked surprised.
"Like the kinds of things women talk about when they don't think anyone is listening. I go to the same nail salon one of your girlfriends goes to. I happened to overhear her talking to one of her friends about you. Well, I asked around and found out it was you," she continued.
This sounded like some kind of scam. I shifted in my seat, looking around. Her husband hadn't moved from his barstool and was looking away from us.
"What's this about? I don't like this. What do you want from me?" I asked.
Sophia leaned slightly toward me. "Paul, I understand that you have a big cock and know how to use it. I want you for an evening, possibly more. That's what this is about."
I started to laugh, but caught myself. Sophia seemed very serious. We talked more. She was very frank. Her husband was a cuckold, I guess. He wanted her to have what he couldn't give her. And she not only wanted a stud to fuck, she wanted a hung stud to use her like a whore. And there was more. She liked to be restrained and spanked. She wanted a BDSM scene.
This was all too much for me to believe. Yes, it was known among my close friends that I have a big cock. The guys had seen it in the locker room and the girls I had been with must have brought it up as part of their "girl talk" in the nail salon. And yes, it's great to be the "big man" in the locker room, but a ten-inch cock has its drawbacks too. Most of the young women I have been with love the look of it, but can't do much with it. It's too thick for most of them to get into their mouth. And all the lube in the world doesn't make fitting it into a tight pussy painless. So, I have ended up with either blue balls or an awkward hand job at the end of most dates.
Sophia gave me her address. And a copy of a doctor's report that said she didn't have any STDs. She told me to come by the next night, ready to play. I told her I'd think about it and she got up and left. Her husband followed her out the door. I sat for a while thinking about this odd meeting. It couldn't be for real. But there was something about her. She appeared kind of mousy with the hair covering her face and the librarian glasses. But she did have a strength in her voice when she spoke. Maybe this was on the level.
After work the next day, I went back to my place and showered. As I washed myself, I thought about fucking Sophia. I remembered how she was poured into that modest dress. I didn't get a good sense of her body, but she was petite compared to my six-foot-two frame. I couldn't imagine a little lady like that would be able to handle my cock any better than my girlfriends ever had. But maybe. As I soaped my cock and balls I started to get hard. I rinsed off wanting to save myself for Sophia. I guess I was going over there.
I rang the doorbell and Sophia's husband answered the door and invited me in. He took me into their home office and disappeared. Sophia looked up from the paperwork on the desk and smiled.
"I'm so glad you're here. I know this must all seem weird. But I believe the best way to get what you want is to ask for it. To be honest, we looked at a couple of other young men, very discretely, without them even being aware, and ruled them out for one reason or another. You are the first one we approached," said Sophia, looking me square in the eye as she spoke.
"Here is a contract of sorts. It says my husband and I have asked you to have sex with me that may include rough sex and that we hold you blameless for any consequences. It notes a "safe word" that either of us can say to end the episode. My husband is a lawyer and this protects you against charges of assault and rape. It also protects us if you ignore the "safe word". If you'll sign both copies, I'll do the same and you can go lock your copy in your car if you wish."
Wow, they were not kidding around. I read over the contract and it was just as she had said. We signed and I slipped my copy inside my jacket. Sophia smiled. She spoke as she led me to the basement "playroom".
"My husband is a dear man who loves me very much. But he has a tiny cock. It's really laughable. He's never fucked me in three years. I'll let him watch me use my vibrator and jerk off in the corner. And I let him tie me up or handcuff me or bind me to one of the spreader bars we have in here, but I've gone as far as I can on my own. Fingers and a vibe are not enough. But you, what you have between your legs, that's what I need. But let's see how you feel about me."
Sophia reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her dress. She turned her back to me and I unzipped the dress. She slipped it off and hung it up on a rack. She pulled her white, silk slip over her head and hung it up. Then she turned to face me. She was stunning. Unsheathed from the dress, her pale skin glowed. Her white, lacy bra was packed full of her surprisingly large breasts. Her waist was not as trim as my girlfriend, but she still had a nice hour-glass shape. She wore white thong panties over a white suspender belt and white stockings. She did a complete turn and then faced me with a little smile.
"Well, this is me. I'm yours for the evening if you want me," she said.
I stripped down to my boxer briefs and stood facing her. Her eyes were locked onto the outline of my cock. I pushed down my underwear and stepped out of it. Sophia was almost drooling. Her smile grew. I stepped behind her and undid the clasp of her bra. I walked around in front of her and pulled it away from her. Her large, full, round tits just about took my breath away. Each hung nearly to her navel and they were topped with purplish-pink aureole about an inch across and thick nipples that stood out about a half-inch. I pushed Sophia's thong down to the floor and she stepped out of it. I was almost kneeling before her and the scent of her was intoxicating. My face was inches from those huge tits of hers, but I stepped back.
We took a moment to drink each other in. She wore only the stockings, suspender belt, white high heels, and her librarian glasses. I was nude. She had a patch of dark pubic hair above her pussy. I could see her pussylips clearly as they were the same dark pink as her nipples. She looked so fucking hot. I could feel me cock reacting and I saw Sophia's eyes widen as it did.
"This is what you want. Let's see what you can do with it," I challenged the petite woman.
Sophia stepped forward and knelt in from of me. She carefully took my cock in both hands and weighed it as she moved it up and back. She stroked its length and it stiffened. She kissed and began to lick my cock from the head down the shaft. She rubbed it on her face. She looked up at me and then kissed the tip of my cock. Then she parted her lips and slowly opened her mouth as she took my cockhead into her mouth. She tried not to betray how difficult it was for her to open her mouth wide enough. Even though she couldn't completely encircle my shaft with her hands, she was stroking it as her mouth struggled to take in the first inch below my cockhead.