...It was a surprise every time, and the anticipation always gave her a thrill.
She never knew what kind of mood he would be in—playful, submissive, romantic—no two of their liaisons were ever alike, and she appreciated that. It kept her heart racing every time she set foot in the suite, the location and number of which was only known to her twenty minutes before each of their monthly rendezvous. All he ever said was, "stand and wait."
So she stood by the bed, still in her sensible smart work clothes: conservative gray skirt and matching blazer, white blouse with the frilly collar, shiny black patent leather heels, though beneath the skirt, as usual, she wore no bra or panties. The feel of the skirt against her bare ass kept her revved up throughout the day, just as the anticipation of his call. She never knew when during the day the call would come on her cell phone, specifying the time and place of their meeting, and the mystery, the excitement kept her tingling and wet as she went about her duties.
There was no knock—he let himself in using the second key, all six foot one of him blocking out the light from the hallway as he briefly stood in the door, sizing her up as he always did, his dark penetrating eyes locking onto hers momentarily.
She couldn't help but inhale, and as she did so she took in the molecules of his scent, a mix of male musk and expensive cologne, that had drifted across the suite. Involuntarily, she rolled her tongue across her lips.
"Strip," was all he said. "But leave the heels on."
She shrugged off the white blouse, letting it slip to the floor as she unbuttoned the blouse, eager to free her already-hard nipples from the oppressive fabric. She could already tell he was in no mood for preludes, for his usual fantastically intense foreplay. This would be strictly for his pleasure, and she didn't mind a bit.
She gave her skirt a tug and it too fell away, bunching around her ankles, creating a brief barrier for her to step over. She stood nude before him, relishing the appreciative touch of his gaze across her naked form.
She was shocked at how quickly he had disrobed, his clothes in a pile beside the bed, and even more surprised at how quickly he'd moved in front of her. She drank in his tall, muscled form, lingering at the oh-so-hard cock that pointed straight at her. God, he was huge. She could never get over its size—at least as big around as her wrist, corded with veins through which the blood that kept it erect pulsed, making it jump.
"I see you looking," he said, almost out of breath with desire. "Stroke it like you know you want to."
Obediently, she curled the fingers of her right hand around it as best she could, unable to fully wrap her hand around the thick shaft. She moved closer, closer until her aching nipples touched his chest, until his beast of a member was trapped between them. Only then did she begin to work the skin up and down in slow, deliberate strokes, using her other hand to cup and massage the twin orbs hanging in their sac below.
She couldn't help but stare at it, captured in her hand, the shiny head broad and rounded, making her fingers look small as she worked his cock up and down, faster and faster. It throbbed at her touch, and she slowed for a moment, lest he come too quickly—
"Stop," he breathed, almost as if he'd read her mind.
"Why?" she asked with a pout. She raked her thumbtip across the tiny slit at the end, which welled with the clear fluid that was beginning to pool there.
"Because I want to fuck you in two different ways tonight, and I don't want to use it on your hand."
She did as she was told, allowing herself a delicious shiver at the way he said
fuck
ring in her ears, taking a last opportunity to rake her fingernails up his prodigious length. Below, her pussy tingled, wet and ready for his next command, hoping, pleading for it to be—
"On your hands and knees, on the bed."
Ohhhhhhhhhh
...she thought as she eagerly made the transition, sliding on the expanse of the bed. The juices flowed freely from her slit now, creating a slick liquid trail down her inner thigh. She crushed her face into the pillows, wiggling her heart-shaped derriere in the air as she anticipated his thick explorations. Her ass was generous, big and curvy, and she wanted him to grab it, thrust on it, fuck, fuck,
fuuuuuck
it with that horse-dick of his—
He wasted no time fulfilling her wish.
He found the wet path running down her leg, and scooped it up with the hot head of his cock, sliding it up, up the smooth skin of her inner thigh, until it nested in the thick wet bush between her thighs.
He opened her up hard,
thrusting the broad head deep amid her puffy lips, and she involuntarily screamed with the pleasure and pain of it all, the hot cock she craved
stretching her,
massaging her
from the inside,
stroking her sugar walls in time to the
slap-slap-slap
rhythm of his thighs against her generous ass,
rough hands grabbing, pulling her hips back and forth,
pussy stroking and stroking the welcome visitor,
mouth making
ohhhhhhhhhh
and
