Don't ask me what I am. I wouldn't be able to tell you. I've been given many names since I've started to do what has become my passion. I know only one thing: I fuck. Hard. A lot. I have no use for a woman, except for that precise act. Or maybe I don't feel the need for relationships since that thing happened, which I won't tell. Not yet, a least.
Anyway, I guess I should give you a name, or maybe something to call me, at least; I've been called many names, but I guess you could call me a ladies's man. I chase women. I wouldn't say that I have a type, because I would go to bed with any physical kind of women. Long, Thin, Short, Fat, big/small Tits/ass...you name it. Call me a freak or a manslut and I wouldn't be able to deny, just because I know I really do sleep around. Although I do have preferences. And this actually brings me to that one time I've slept with a married woman: My preacher's wife.
I tend to stay out of the way of women in relationships. They are a pain to read, and Sometimes they drag the emotional hole their husband is failing to fill with them, hoping that you might be the guy so fucks them senseless but also loves them. No. But I couldn't stop myself, the first time I saw my preacher's wife. It's the only time I've said to myself, "I gotta have that woman".
And maybe it's because of that promise, that she is in my room, standing in front of me, while I'm laying on my bed, contemplating her. "Okay, now that I saw your room, can we go?" she says. I don't answer right away. Instead, I look at her, directly in her eyes. She knows why we're here. And she certainly agrees to it. Why would she be in my room if it wasn't the case? But I choose to play the game.
I pat the spot on the bed next to me. "Sit next to me", I say. She instantly arches her eyebrows, in that sexy manner that makes me hard all the time. She pouts her mouth a little.
"Why?" she asks.
"Why not?" I answer, my face a perfect mask of innocence.
"I don't trust you."
"You're mean. I don't think I could hurt you even if I wanted to..." I say, with the mask of innocence suddenly changing into one of hurt. She gets scared.
"I...I'm sorry..." she stammers, a look of worry on her beautiful face. "I didn't mean to..."
I grin, jokingly. "Come, sit."
I pat the spot on the bed, again. She looks shocked, but then she mutters something and she sits next to me. I try to touch her but she moves a little, like she wants to get out of my reach. I smile, and without warning I put my arm around her waist, gently squeezing her hip. She lets out a little gasp of air, but doesn't say anything.
She has the perfect body, I think for the hundredth time. She is a thick woman but not to the point of obesity, really. She has a large ass, put in evidence by her wide hips and her stomach who has a little bit of fat. I like her that way, even though she says she has to lose weight. And the part I like the most: her huge breasts who always seem so full and flexible, but must be so firm to the touch. And her lips, with that natural shade of black who looks so well on her dark honey skin. She sees me looking at her, and she smiles, a little. "What are you looking at?"
"I was thinking how beautiful you are", I say, the index finger of my left hand running alongside her arm, while my right hand is still squeezing her hip. I can feel her shiver against me. She doesn't answer, but turns her head away, so that I can't see her face. I continue my movements for a moment, while whispering to her how beautiful she looks. I can feel her trembling, her skin slowly getting colder as I continue to softly rub her arm, as my hot breath is getting closer to her ear, saying how I feel when I look at her, how my body responds to the proximity of hers, how I would like to have her. And then, she turns her head but she still doesn't look at me. She turn her gaze downwards, staring at her lap. I take her hair off her neck with my hand and I gently kiss it, while my other hand is touching her ribcage playfully. I purposely rub my wet lips against her neck, leaving a slim trail of wetness on her skin. And without warning, I gently bite her ear. She lets out a little cry of pleasure, and finally turn her head to look me in the eyes. And without a word, she kisses me.
It's a deep, carnal kiss, meaty and wet. She sucks on my tongue like she's fucking it, twirling her own around it, while she rubs my body. I gently move my hands and squeeze her breasts, hungrily. They're even better than I imagined. She pulls from the kiss, a little out of breath and holds my face. I already think she's putting a stop to it, but it's the opposite. "I told my husband I was visiting a sick friend," she says, her face serious. "I don't think we have much time."
"We have to make the most of it, then" I answer.
She nods gently, then gets back up. She puts her hands behind her back, and in one fluid motion, she unzips her dress. I feel my cock aching in my pants, at the sight of the purple lingerie holding her curves, perfectly matching the yellow flowery dress. She hasn't even finished getting out of her shoes that I quickly pull her to the bed again. I lay her on her back, my hands running over her body. She is giggling when I kiss her again. I grab her tits with both of my hands while I break the kiss to explore her body with my tongue. I tickle her neck with my tongue, while I slowly pull her tits out of her bra. I kiss her dark brown nipples while looking her square in her eyes, and I start to rub her between her legs on her panties. She moans loudly, deeply and I can already feel her flesh, hot and pulsing against my hand, through the fabric. I rub her faster, almost in a grabbing position, sucking her titties avidly while her moans are getting louder and louder and she caress my body. And gently, slowly, I bite her nipple, while I watch her reaction. She lets out a little cry of pain, but she laughs after that. She pulls me again for another kiss, while I grab her panties by the side, and pull down.
She raises her ass to help, and I throw them aside. Boy, is it beautiful down there. She's trimmed her pussy just the way I like it: a nice amount of hair on her mound, but with the rest shaved, so she feels so soft when I slowly lick her clit. She hisses, her eyes half closed, watching me slide my middle finger inside of her, gently stroking. I slowly lick her pussy juices, cleaning the mess I made while I was rubbing her. She gasps with pleasure when I rub the tip of my tongue against her clit, circle around it, slowly tap against it, while I continue to finger fuck her. She pulls my head deeper between her legs, and I suck her clit relentlessly. She start to grind faster against my mouth as I pick the pace with my finger. Her moans are cries now, and I am practically slurping on her slit. I move my head up and down, my tongue rubbing against her whole pussy. She arches her back, while her hand is caressing my head. I can feel her whole body trembling, her juices flowing, the release near. I raise my eyes to look at her when she brutally pulls away from my mouth. She rubs her hand between her legs, fast, with her eyes revulsed and her teeth clenched. A water-like liquid gushes out of her pussy as she screams. Then, she relaxes, shivering, letting her body drop on the bed.
I quickly take off my clothes while she undo her bra and throw it away. I rip the condom package that I took from my pocket, with my teeth, and slowly put it on, stroking my cock while looking at her ass. She gets on all fours, and grabs my cock, a pervert smirk on her face.
"Do you want me to suck it?" she asks, a sexy tone in her voice.
