Dusty had paid for a hotel room in town just to have somewhere proper to take Deidre after their date, and somewhere to freshen up beforehand. He wasn't necessarily ashamed of his living situation, and it was only temporary, but the bed at the back of his bus was less accommodating to 6 '4 men having acrobatic sex than he'd like. He finished trimming his beard and cleaning the counter, slipping on a nice black collared shirt and rolling up the sleeves, before donning his brown Iron Ranger boots and stepping out into the night. He took his truck to the address Deidre had texted him and parked out front. He'd picked up flowers from the grocery store in town and took more time than he'd admit debating if he should give them to her at the door or leave them in the truck for her to find. He opted for the door.
When she answered, Deidre stood in the doorway in a fluffy pink robe with a white lambskin collar, her long lovely legs bare and nearly a square foot of cleavage on display. "Oh my gosh, they're beautiful! But you're much too early!" She laughed. Dusty panicked for a moment and looked at his watch causing Deidre to burst with laughter, a beautiful melodic sound. "I'm kidding, I'm running behind. Please, come in while I find these a vase and finish getting ready." She smiled, guiding him in with a sweeping gesture that threatened to reveal more than he'd seen in their previous encounter. She led him to the living room and sat him on a large brown sofa, giving him appreciative looks up and down the entire time, before disappearing.
He sat looking around the room, observing family photos of her and her son, a few knick knacks and trinkets. He heard her come back in and turned around to find her totally naked standing in the doorway. "Dusty, I hope you won't mind, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about that thick white cock of yours since your office the other day. I don't wanna ruin our first date by being a horny mess the whole time. So do you mind if we start with dessert before dinner?" She was gorgeous. 5 '7 and with long black hair that shone in the light, a plump belly that hung over just a little and some love handles he couldn't wait to handle. Her pussy was trimmed but not shaved, sporting a short bush of black fuzz that was already dewey. Her breasts, his fixation, were plump and round and heavy. They looked like they were throbbing with each breath, the little blue vein on the top of her left tit like a stamp of authenticity, trailing down to a light brown areola capped with a nipple that matched a pencil eraser in size and color.
"Deidre I...couldn't agree more" he smiled, standing and stepping purposely over to her. He took her face in his hands and crashed his lips to hers, slowly letting the kiss turn from forceful to passionate and letting his hands trail down her body, one stopping to cup her breast and the other finding her hip and pulling her nude form to his. Deedee moaned into him and her own hands reached and began to unbutton his shirt. He released the embrace to allow her better access and she sped through his buttons quickly, placing her hands appreciatively on his hairy muscular chest before dragging them down to his belt. She struggled with it for a moment and let out a huff of frustration he found adorable, before figuring out the mechanism and then yanking apart his button and fly. She pulled down his pants and underwear in a single move, his thick meaty cock springing free with a bounce into her face as she bent over to do so.
"Fuck its bigger than I remember. Shit..you're still wearing shoes." She muttered with a laugh. He grabbed her and kissed her again as he deftly slipped his boots through the jeans and stepped back, displaying his freedom. "Perfect, the boots stay on. Now fuck me cowboy" She muttered, stepping over to the couch and bending over it. Dusty didn't have to be told twice, walking over and sliding two fingers up and down her crease once before slipping them inside. "What are you doing? I said fuck me" She groaned in frustration.
"Sorry Darlin, but if I don't prep you and myself first, I think this'll hurt a bit" He said, drawing his fingers out and lavishing her love honey on his shaft and giving it a few strokes before lining the head up with her slit and dragging it up and down between her lips. "And I only want to make you feel good" He smirked as she whimpered and tried to thrust back onto him. He reached up and gently but firmly took a handful of her hair in his hand before slowly sliding himself into her. He went inch by inch, giving her time to accommodate him before pushing a little further, the mewling of the beautiful woman below him urging him onward.
"Oh fuck. Fuck that's big..." she muttered, something he'd heard before but would never get tired of hearing. He bottomed out after about 7" and still had a little bit of cock poking out, but experience had taught him she'd stretch to accommodate as time went on. He began a slow sawing motion with a downward angle, making sure that as he was pulling out he flexed his knees and then relaxed them on the in stroke, a deliberate measure to apply pleasant pressure to her G Spot. It worked beautifully as she let out a symphony of moans and whimpers, and after just a few thrusts he felt her begin to spasm around him and her knees went a little soft.
"Oh is that so pretty girl?" He asked, continuing his assault at the same deliberate measured pace, making sure to change nothing as she rode out her first orgasm around him. When it subsided she was less bent over the sofa and more slumped over it, but was obviously still enjoying his efforts. He found that her climax had allowed her to relax enough to take his final inch and with a firm thrust that smacked his balls against her lips he bottomed out happily and held still for a moment.
"Why'dya stahp?" She groaned desperately, grinding back against him. He smiled and released her hair, stroking it gently. His control over the beautiful MILF's mind had given him back the confidence in his prowess he'd lost in the accident, and he fully intended to thank her for it.
"You feel amazing, and I wanted to savor you for a moment before I really take my pleasure from this beautiful body of yours." He smirked, smacking her ass gently. She squeaked and her cunt clenched in response and he smiled even wider. He began to thrust again, this time more deliberately, picking up speed till he was well and truly fucking her.
"Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh fuck" she moaned, her voice getting louder and louder in time with his intensity, till it just became a long groan that didn't seem to stop. Not that he minded. He loved a vocal woman. He pounded her cunt mercilessly, not even slowing down as he felt a surge of juices hit his thighs and her cunt begin to spasm again. They had to make dinner after all, this was just supposed to be a quickie.
When he began to feel his orgasm approaching he fought the urge to push it off. Part of him wanted this to never end, the feeling of her chubby pussy lips dragging over his shaft, her big soft cushiony ass bouncing against his pelvis, and that every beautiful metronome of "ohohohoh" with each thrust. But he knew he had her now. She was his. He could have her again and again. No need to deny himself a pleasure he could experience again anytime he wanted.
"Are you on birth control?" He grunted wanting to be safe, but Deedee was much too far gone to answer, simply grunting harder. He considered pulling out and cumming on her face and tits, but thought better of it considering they had dinner plans. "Fuck it, this pussy is mine. I can breed it if I want" he muttered to himself as he took hold of her soft velvety love handles and really gave himself over to lust. His thrusts became merciless as he quite literally humped Deedee and her couch across the floor a few inches. When he finally could hold it no longer, grabbed her like he thought she'd escape and held her firmly in place while he pumped shot after shot of hot cum into her waiting and well used cunt. As he did he could feel another orgasm from her spasming around him, milking his load further into her unprotected depths.
He barely had the presence of mind to look down and see pristine white carpet beneath the sofa before reaching out with his boot and dragging his underwear beneath their union. If Deedee noticed or cared bout his strange wriggling she didn't show it, simply letting haggard breaths and little coos out as she came down from the high of a good fuck. Dusty pulled out slowly and as he did a thick dribble of Deedee's juices and his own cum followed him, splattering down onto the waiting fabric. Having Hyperspermia was a bit of a gift and a curse, made for fantastic facials and pearl necklaces, but messy oversized creampies.
