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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

I first noticed you at the conference. You were smiling and I thought that smile was very attractive. I looked at you during the presenters speeches and, during the coffee breaks I saw your figure. You put a lot of women to shame with your sexy slim figure; most teens would have killed to have a body like yours. I got closer to listen to your voice and what you said to others. You seemed very popular and always had a ready smile or words of advice to your friends there. You were wearing grey jeans and a black top. Your jeans enveloped your bottom, showing off the pert spheres in a very sexy manner. Your lovely breasts were pert, held up by a black bra – the straps of which I noticed over your shoulders. As I watched, my animal instinct rose high and I fantasised about ripping your jeans down and bending you over the table in front of everyone then mounting you like the beast I really am.

But of course it didn’t happen. I can restrain myself – I had to learn to resist my base impulses to breed with women whenever my mating season started. Imagine my surprise and arousal when I realised that you and your partner/husband (I did not know at the time) was in the next room to me. I had caught your scent during the coffee break and I could feel the arousal deep within me. If my description makes me sound like a dog, well I’m not but I do have Neanderthal DNA in my genes.

Archaeologists believe that the Neanderthal people died out in pre-history but it seems that interbreeding between us and Homo Sapiens and prehistoric ethnic cleansing managed to wipe out our breed. We walk amongst you. I could pick out your scent in any crowd now.

After the conference had finished that first day, people dispersed to their rooms to rest, to shower and change before dinner. My ears are sharp and the hotel room wall no real barrier between us, as I had tuned into your voice. I could hear you talking distinctly through the wall as I stood on the opposite side, in silence, concentrating on what you did. My hearing is so well attuned that I could hear your shoes being kicked off; I could hear you sitting on the bed, or moving around the room. The toilet being flushed sounded so noisy and painful to my acute hearing. I heard water being boiled in the kettle and every word you said to your husband. I liked it when you giggled – it sounded mischievous and sexy. I could imagine you smiling, grinning at your husband as you undressed. There were some whispered words, but I heard them as clear as a bell. You had let yourself be talked into having sex before your shower, prior to the dinner, after all you had two hours until then and it was boring just watching the television.

I could imagine your nakedness, your husband’s arousal and your wetness. The gasps of pleasure, the moans and groans that got steadily louder. My penis was hard as I heard you panting. Your husband urging you to be quiet as he fingered and licked you but your passion was high, you wouldn’t see your fellow hotel guests again and anyway, you thought that the rooms either side were vacant – but you were wrong. You orgasmed spectacularly on his tongue, almost screaming with pleasure; the wetness of your pussy so loud in the early evening. Soon afterwards he mounted you – or as you say – he made love to you. I heard you groan as his cock entered your tight pussy, then he was fucking you in what I would presume was his usual manner. You were very vocal which inspired him and also me. I had removed my throbbing penis from my trousers and I held it in my hand, stroking and wishing I was inside you, stretching you apart instead of him. His thrusts speeded up and then suddenly he finished, with a deep groan of pleasure. I could hear you both panting for breath and then giggling together in the aftermath of a satisfying fuck. I heard you kissing and I was envious; then the bed moved as you left it to sit on the toilet, hearing you pee but also releasing your husband’s semen from your tight cunt. Once done I could distinctly hear you get into the shower. I was in physical pain; it was my mating season, every two months, and my testes ached terribly, wanting – needing to be drained. Imaging you soaping your skin, your breasts, your buttocks, letting the water sensually slide off your body. There was no other course for action but step into the shower myself and masturbate; my eyes closed, thinking of your sexy body and attractive face also in the shower in the next room to me, as I shot jet after jet of thick semen into the water spray.

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

Leaving the shower my tumescence showed no sign of relaxing from its erect state even after the copious amounts of semen that had spurted down the drain. I attempted to meditate, sat on the edge of the bed, however hearing you talking through the wall kept me erect and in pain. I sympathise with wolves that howl at the moon in their agony and frustration. I paced the bedroom naked like a caged animal, listening to you both getting dressed, opening wine, taking a drink and giggling. I saw myself in a mirror; my shaven erection hard, large, curved towards my belly, my large smooth balls, already full again, needing release. You did not realise the effect that you had on me. I knew then that I had to have your fertile body, to breed, my basic animal instinct coming to the fore like my prehistoric lineage.

Eventually, my erection subsided. I dressed in a suit, shirt and tie. I wore no aftershave but some women could smell my musk and they liked it. I left my room immediately after you. You both looked at me and greeted me with a friendly, ‘Hello!’ then you turned to each other and giggled again, knowing that I had been a eavesdropper to your sex a little earlier. I followed you to the bar, watching your sexy arse in the lovely formal dress. I could smell your essence; your fertility even though you attempted to mask it with your perfume. I knew it would be too difficult to fuck you with your husband present but I would bide my time and your body would be mine.

You sat at a table with some of your friends, whilst your husband went to the bar for drinks. I stood next to him and smiled, ‘let me get you a drink

each’, I suggested. Your husband grinned and accepted. We made small talk as the drinks were prepared. A beer for him and a Bacardi and regular for you. I also took a B&C for myself. Your husband invited me to sit at your table and I agreed. I sat between you and another woman who was introduced to me as Sally and her husband Thomas.

There were several other people around the table that I was presented to. I knew it was going to be difficult to control myself surrounded by the fertile tang of the women either side of me. As you know, Sally is a slut. It was so obvious as soon as I sat there. Perhaps ordinary people don’t realise until they know her but my acute senses pointed her out as a real strumpet.

Her lovely, slinky formal dress did nothing to hide her figure. Her breasts were prominent and enough cleavage on display to show that she was braless. Sally could have done with wearing a bra as her disappointingly bigger breasts hung. It was tight enough that the lacy fabric and style of her knickers was visible to anyone who looked – only the colour was a mystery. Thomas sat next to her but he ignored her, as in fact so did your husband. The men talked about sports or their jobs and thirstily drank their beers. Of course, I gave you lots of attention but not to be outdone, Sally did keep butting in and being very tactile she was soon touching my arm or thigh. You seemed happy to let Sally dominate my attention and left several times to dance with your husband. Your dark blue dress fitted to perfection. The sparkles over your tits drew my eyes – and the eyes of all men there to them. It had spaghetti straps and an open back with more straps criss-crossing to show that you did not wear a bra either but then your pert breasts were firm enough not to need one with that dress.

Some people say I mesmorise them, I don’t know that I do but it’s certainly some animal magnetism that gets me into bed with women. All I do is look deeply and directly into a woman’s eyes and quietly suggest things. Most accept my suggestions quickly and become willing lovers, their husbands and family forgotten in the rush of passion, urgent craving and desire for the forbidden, exciting obsession.

As I watched you dancing, Sally grumbled that I wasn’t paying her any attention and only had eyes for you. So I asked her to dance, which she happily and immediately agreed. Soon we were gyrating together on the dance floor. The men gravitated to the bar and were standing together ignoring their wives, getting steadily d*unk. I bought drinks for you and Sally and I could tell you were both buzzing from the alcohol. As the dances became slower, I started alternating between Sally and yourself. I was quite circumspect and guarded with you; not wanting to offend you by pressing my imposing dick against your belly as we danced. Sally was a different woman – she liked to take some control, so I let her have a little and she pressed against me, her pubic mound against my cock, which to her delight, responded.

‘Now you have aroused me, Sally, what do you intend to do about it? No one likes a prick teaser’.

Sally grinned, ‘how about a quickie, big boy?’ as she pressed her belly against my prick.

I nodded my head at the direction of the bar, ‘your hubby is over there with his cronies, will he be upset, or are you swingers and is he into sharing you?’

She winked, ‘if we sneak away for five minutes now, he will never notice I’m missing. Or give him another hour and I will pour him into bed’, she giggled.

I knew that a ‘quickie’ would still leave me frustrated, so the option of a longer sex session was my preferred choice. I could imagine Sally allowing herself to be bent over and taken for the five minutes that was on offer and didn’t doubt that it happened quite often. I looked deep into her eyes for a few moments, ‘Take him to bed now. If you have to squat on his cock to get him to sleep, then do so. But don’t take a stitch of clothing off’.

‘I can do that – it will remind me of my teen years’, she laughed.

‘You have 20 minutes. If you are 21 minutes don’t bother knocking on my door. I mean it! Now go find your hubby and bang his brains out. He is your quickie tonight’.

Sally looked at me for a few moments, grinned and said, ‘I’ll see you in 19 minutes’, she grabbed her handbag, went to the bar and whispered into her husband’s ear. He grinned lecherously at her, winked at his mates, drank the rest of his beer and then hurried out of the hotel bar with her.

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

A few more couples started leaving, including you and your husband. I followed you to the room, watching your bottom move sensually as you linked arms with him. What a bottom; my primal urges were rising, I was again in pain and I needed sexual release soon.

We opened our doors at the same time, saying our goodnights, sleep wells to each other, then entering our rooms we closed the doors behind us. I heard you talking quite plainly together, with the odd giggle thrown in. Soon you were both in bed, checking up on your Facebook friends, I imagined. Almost immediately, I heard your d*unken husband snoring rhythmically, whilst you laughed at comments made to you on your iPad. I undressed completely and started to massage my cock.

Well within the 20 minute time target I set Sally, there was a discreet knock at my door. I opened it up wide; Sally’s eyes took in my nakedness and grinned. I turned, walked into the room and she followed, closing the door. ‘Nice bum’, she whispered.

I could smell the sex on her, she had obeyed my direction to get laid by her husband so he would sleep and wouldn’t wonder where Sally was. My erection went harder still at their scent and bent towards my belly, my doglike testes full, aching, wanting you but unable to. Shelia started to slip off the straps of her ball gown. ‘No, leave everything on’, I demanded.

She pouted but replaced the straps, saying, ‘Oh this does sound like it’s going to be a quickie too. I hope that I cum this time!’

‘Look at me, not my cock, Sally. If you don’t orgasm, then that is your problem tonight. Just relax and go with what I want and you will have climax after climax’.

You heard me riding poor Sally’s fully clothed body all night long. I mauled her, was gentle and then rough. She orgasmed many, many times as I pounded her body and sprayed my sterile semen again and again into her womb. After each orgasm, she wondered if it was time for her to go back to her sleeping husband but I told her that I was not finished with her yet and would tell her when she could go. Of course Sally obeyed me.

I don’t know how much you heard, or if your drinks helped you sleep but Sally walked the walk of shame, her pretty ball gown creased, sullied and stained, her hold up stockings torn, laddered and her knickers drenched. Her makeup was smudged and red slutty lipstick, smeared. It was obvious to all what had happened to her. She was very tired but very happy. I had Sally most nights during the conference. Her d*unken husband never noticed a thing but did worry that she seemed to be very tired during the day. I didn’t particularly want her – I wanted you – but she filled a need for me.

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

Over the next few days at the conference, we got closer. I told you that I was moving to your town and we were amazed that my new property in Castle Way overlooked yours – what a coincidence. I joked that I could spy on you when you sunbathed in the summer. You flirted back that as your garden was the better one that I could sunbathe with you instead of spying on you.

The conference ended, we all went our separate ways. One month later I moved into Castle Way and texted you. Your hubby invited me over for dinner whilst my packing cases were still full of my gear. It was good to relax over a couple of bottles of wine and a nice meal. I knew that it would be my main mating season within the next month so I had to work fast to get into your knickers. After several weeks of visiting you and you both visiting me, you had got to know me quite well and we flirted when your husband was not around. I enjoyed using my binoculars from my bedroom to watch you and your husband having sex. I noticed that one day your pubic hair had been removed. I approved that you had done it without any prompting from me – it made you look younger. I watched you enthusiastically suck his cock. It is such an intimate performance, especially when a man ejaculates the contents of his balls into your mouth. I watched him fuck you in most of the rooms; it seemed that you both had a high sex drive but you had the greater. I saw the pleasure you got when he rimmed your bottom but the failure at anal sex. I knew that he had attempted it when you were too tense, before any sort of orgasm to relax you more. I saw after he had cum inside you that you left the bed to sit on the toilet to get rid of his mess.

I found you very arousing when you had been drinking, when you were less inhibited. I could smell your aromas when you were most fertile and it almost drove me mad with desire. There were several evenings when I caught you looking at me with more than friendship in your eyes. I sensed lust, desire, yearning and an undercurrent of sexual tension between us. I liked how when you looked deeply into my eyes that you were enthralled, awestruck and open to suggestion.

I found out that your husband was away for a long weekend with work; you would be alone. In the days before he left, I saw you initiate sex but he always declined it. I saw your frustration; I could smell your dissatisfaction and was astounded that he could rebuff you. I plotted and planned. I arranged my house; it was clean, tidy, fresh but masculine.

Soft, white, Egyptian cotton bedding was on the king-sized bed – just in case. It had started to become Spring, with warm days but cool evenings. The sap was rising in the plants – but also in me. My need was intensifying; my craving for you was becoming paramount. I had to remain calm but in reality I wanted to tear your clothes off your fertile body and have you on the ground like a rutting animal until I was sated. Within yards of each other, we were two frustrated people who needed a lot of sex.

Friday arrived, he left. It had been five days with no sex for you. You had been so unsatisfied but as far as I knew had not succumbed to masturbate in the privacy of your bathroom. I saw you in the garden before you left for work. I called over to you and you walked closer. My nostrils flared as I could smell your luxuriant scent in the crisp Spring morning. ‘Good morning’, said I, ‘nice start to the day’.

You agreed, ‘yes, lovely day so far’.

‘I was wondering, as we are both alone tonight, and if you have no plans, would you like to come over for dinner? I’ve just put something in the slow cooker but there’s too much for just me’.

You looked into my eyes, which did their little mesmorizing trick, you paused for a moment, your own eyes dilating (with lust I suspected) before you agreed. ‘Sure, I would love to pop over for dinner. What time?’

‘About six would be good for me as I like to eat fairly early’.

‘Fine, I’ll be able to get back from work, freshen up and bring a bottle of wine over’.

‘Sounds lovely. See you at six then’, I smiled.

You smiled back and turned to go back into your house, aware that I was watching you, knowing that my eyes were looking at your sexy bottom.

The idea that I was staring at you gave you a thrill, your belly having butterflies and the idea of having dinner with a sexy older, experienced man exhilarated you. The rest of the day for you was a bit of a blur as you wondered (and fantasised) what the evening would bring. Finally, it was time to go home to get ready for what you were already calling ‘your date’ with me.

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

You undressed but didn’t shower as you had one that morning anyway and you now had to rush. You did change all of your clothing, pulling on some lovely red lingerie as you thought to yourself, ‘well if no one else gets to see them, then at least I know that I look hot as hell – even if they make me feel and look a little slutty’. You pondered over tights and pop socks but decided after a short reflection to wear hold up stockings. You knew they marked your skin after an evening of wearing them but knew that they made your legs look so good. A dark dress to show off your sexy legs and nice pert tits, a little more make-up and then you were done. Picking up a bottle of wine from the kitchen, you left the house and got to mine at just a few moments after six. I had been watching you get ready, so was already in a state of mental arousal, if not physical erection.

I asked you inside, taking the proffered bottle from your hand and giving your cheek a kiss; whilst breathing in your intoxicating scents. Keeping myself under control, I knew that I had to wait for your agreement; your approval before I fucked you into exhaustion. My cave-man instincts were to have you in the hallway, grunting and rutting like an animal but I was above that sort of thing although it was at the back of my mind to be always kept under control.

We made small talk as I poured a glass of good red wine that was already opened. I opened the one you brought, so now you knew that there was going to be plenty of wine d*unk that night. We ‘cheered’ each other with a raised glass, whilst looking into the others eyes. A frisson of sexual tension crackled in the air, so obvious to me as a shiver went down your back. You were already moist and self-conscious that the situation had turned you on so much, so quickly. I could smell your succulence, which made my hackles rise with desire.

To calm us both down, I suggested that we eat, so went to the dining room where we had the Coq-au-vin. Talk flowed, as did the wine. Soon we had finished the food and had gone into the living room sitting together on the large settee. I’d put on some Barry White music on in the background. ‘Oh, Barry White, eh? Is this your seduction music?’ you queried.

I laughed, ‘Yes its my seduction music – not that I get much chance to play it’.

‘From what I overheard in your room during the conference, you don’t really need any music’, you joked. I smirked a little bit then laughed.

Some more small talk, the sun had set and dusk was well and truly with us, and then time to get your bottle of wine. I took your glass together with mine, to rinse out the dregs of my wine in the kitchen sink. As I returned with the wine and glasses you crossed your legs; my eyes like a missile direct to your inner thighs and crotch, hiding behind the bright red panties. I gasped with delight. You giggled as you said, ‘hey my eyes are up here, not down there!’

‘It’s not my fault – I’m a man – it’s normal to look there when a sexy woman shows a flash of her underwear. It’s very cave-man and instinctive to look. Don’t give us hassle for looking at something that turns us on’.

‘I turn you on or do my knickers turn you on?’

‘You do! But sexy clothing enhances a woman’s figure’

I sat next to you again on your right, putting the glasses on the coffee table in front of us. We both took deep draughts of the wine before putting them back on the table. I touched your thigh and the next moment we were together in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply caressing each other. Our breath panting with desire. I groaned, a primeval noise, deep from within. Your eyes were glazed with lust and desire; under your clothing, your nipples erect, your cunt engorged, puffy with yearning to be spread, stretched and fucked. Your baser instincts, loosened by the wine allowed your inhibitions to fly out the window. We kissed and caressed for long minutes, our gasps, moans of delight and passion blotting out the music.

My hand went under your dress, stroking the top of your thigh, then between them, your knees for a moment pressing together to stop my progress. Then a decision made – your legs part a little – my hand advances quickly to your crotch. You groan as you allow your legs to open more and then my fingers are against your lips, only separated by a little scrap of fabric. You pant as I tickle you gently, you slouch more on the settee to enable me more access. My cock is huge in my trousers. Your hand tentatively touches it. We both groan as your small hand holds my tumescence. We both know it has gone past the point of no return – you cannot tease, you do not want to tease. You want what is about to occur. You are soaking wet with passion.

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

‘It will be more comfortable in the bedroom’, you pant.

We dash through and stand at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning and unzipping each other, until I am naked and you are still in your little red thong and hold up stockings. Climbing onto the bed we kiss and caress each other again, panting and moaning. Your hand grips my cock firmly, wanking the shaft up and down, pulling back the foreskin over my cock head, exploring this new dick – your new dick. I said, ‘I’m going to taste you now’, as I pushed you gently onto your back. Your legs spread in supplication as I positioned myself between them. I pulled the gusset of your thong to the side and stared for a few moments at your denuded, moist, willing cunt before enveloping it with a long French kiss that made you wail in pleasure as you pulled on your own tits, pinching your nipples. I used the flat of my tongue to slide up and down your engorged cunt licking you from your bum hole to your clit. Soon enough the bed was wet underneath you, the combined effects of my saliva and your copious juices.

You grabbed my head, directing my tongue and lips exactly where you wanted them and a few moments later you shouted and screamed with gratification as you had your first orgasm. I kept flicking at your clit as two fingers flicked inside you, searching for your G-spot. I found the rougher, spongy area a couple of inches inside at the top and stroked you in a side to side manner.

Your climax quickly arrived, your hips pushing your cunt into my face, your hands holding my head, pushing it onto the apex of your legs. Your face and chest turned scarlet, you screamed. You gushed; you squirted, spurted and jet after jet your female ejaculation splashed over my face and onto my clean bed. Your thong was drenched, so I pulled it off you and threw it onto the floor.

You laid legs and arms spread-eagled panting for air. I noted that your clitoris still stuck out of the lips of your sweet tasting cunt. I knew that you could handle more orgasms. Sitting up on my knees, I grabbed your ankles with my hands and raised them high and at the same time spreading your thighs wide apart. I nudged a little nearer, my cock slide up and down between your cunt lips, giving us both pleasure. You looked into my eyes as I said, ‘I’m going to fuck you now like you’ve never been fucked before. Do you want me to?’

‘Yes, fuck me, please, fuck me!’ you exclaimed.

I slid the head of my prick into your sopping wet cunt, you gasped at the thick invasion. I groaned with pleasure then pressed forward deeper with a single thrust taking me balls deep into your tight recess. We both moaned with pleasure and then I started fucking you deep and hard at a steady pace. Not slow but also not the fast speed of approaching orgasm. Steadily I fucked you, making you cry out in ecstasy as I was deep inside you. You felt bereft as I removed my cock for the outward thrust but such happiness when I plunged back inside. You wanted my prick to fill you forever to give you such enjoyment.

The slap, slap, slap of my body against yours was almost drowned out by your cries of pleasure. You climaxed on my cock, your cunt gripping me with such tight contractions as you squirted over it. Grunting, grinding against me, alternatively caressing my back or digging your fingers into my arms and shoulders, or clutching at my buttocks urging me to bang you harder and deeper. Moaning, shouting and wailing at the constant, steady fuck of my thick rhythmic cock. Then my prick began to change.

As your contractions relaxed slightly you became aware that my cock was growing inside your cunt. Like a dog’s knot it became bulbous, a thick ball like growth started developing a few inches down my shaft. Still I fucked on and on, the knot growing until it was the size of a tennis ball inside your tender cunt.

‘Oh my God, you’re huge!’ you exclaimed, your startled eyes wide apart. ‘What the hell is happening?’

Still I continued fucking you. The knot – despite or perhaps because of its size – was giving you pleasure. It produced friction and pressure against your G-spot and resulted in a window shattering scream as you climaxed once again. You wrapped your legs around my back and I continued, on and on like a machine. Again you squirted, gasping with delight at the sudden ejaculation of your spurting orgasm.

Sensing that you were tired and would need to change position soon, I decided to have my climax. My thrusts began to speed up, my pubic bone banging against yours, your cunt lips bright pink from the long fuck, you clutched me hard against you as my hips raced back and forth, the knot banging hard against your grasping cunt. We came together that final time. I flooded your womb with stream after stringy stream of thick semen.

I laid on you, gently; we both panted and tried to catch our breath. My penis was still deep inside you, immovable until the knot subsided. We waited 20 minutes for that to happen. Kissing and whispering as you could feel my pulse beat in the thickness of my knot. I explained then that I was different to a lot of men and could control the knot until I knew the woman was ready for it. Eventually the knot diminished and I was able to pull my cock out of your delicate pussy. My semen flooded out over your bottom and onto the bed, it wasn’t a trickle, it was a half pint of Neanderthal semen that had gushed out.

‘Oh, no! Your mattress’, you exclaimed.

‘Lucky I put on the waterproof mattress protector then’.

You leaned forward to inspect my cock, pulling back the foreskin, noting that the knot was diminishing more and more until it finally resembled a Homo Sapiens penis.

My semen was still oozing out so you got off the bed and walked to the toilet to sit and squeeze it out. I followed you in, quizzical of what you were doing. ‘Got to pee after sex, its more hygienic. And I’ll have to get rid of your semen before I pull on my knickers’.

‘I think you will be walking home Commando, your thong is unwearable just now. And that was just the start of this evening’s sex’.

I walked closer. My prick was at the same level as your face. You looked into my mesmorizing eyes and I said, ‘you want to suck me now, don’t you?’

‘Yes I do’, was all you said as I stepped forward to allow you to do it. Now it was my turn to groan in pleasure, for me to hold your head. For me to face fuck you. Enjoying the submissive act of being sucked but the dominant act of dictating the speed and depth my cock entered your mouth and throat. So as you sat on the toilet seat, my semen flowing steadily out of your body, you greedily sucked on my thickening cock.

You pushed my thighs back slightly as you thought of a question, ‘you don’t cum so much every time do you?’ thinking that you would gagif there was so much in your mouth if I came.

‘Yes, I always cum as much as the first time. But don’t worry, I would pull out before I came. Now be a good girl and suck me like a slut!’

Your head immediately bobbed up and down on my cock as you cradled my balls with your right hand and with your left, caressed my arse cheeks.

‘OK, time for bed my slutty girlfriend, get up, let’s go!’ ‘Wait, I need to wipe!’

‘No time, I want you soaking wet and slick for my cock’.

I took your hand and walked you quickly to the bed, pushing you onto it unceremoniously but on a dry spot, after all I do like to appear to be a gentleman. You gasped as I plunged on after you, lying on top, my right thigh between yours, my mouth finding your nipples and suckling on them, giving you cause to moan out with pleasure. My hands were under your bottom, squeezing and kneading them; I loved your wetness against my thigh. Your aroma was sending me crazy with lust. We kissed for a few minutes, almost motionless on the bed, my fingers between the crack of your sexy arse, sliding upwards towards your recently abused cunt and then entering from behind. You loved being man-handled in this, almost bestial way.

I flipped you over onto your front. Reaching up above the bed to the shelf, I took down the baby oil and poured lots onto your back, buttocks and thighs. I massaged this into your skin. You were nonplussed; presuming to get my cock and knot into your excited cunt once again so the massage, whilst nice, was unexpected. Then I began to rub my chest against your back, my erection rubbing up and down the cheeks of your sexy arse, my thighs spread over yours. Then I dipped my cock between your thighs and began to fuck them. This was for my pleasure more than yours but it was still a pleasant massage for you. Squeezing your thighs together gave me more enjoyment, which I appreciated.

As I thigh fucked you I sat up slightly and massaged the globes of your buttocks. Kneading them firmly, I looked at your sexy, smooth, plump cunt, topped above by the virgin arse. Now my lust had risen enough and there had been enough foreplay. Adjusting my position slightly I plunged my thick prick into your welcoming, tight vagina. You shouted out in unexpected satisfaction as I was once again in you and in such a comfortable position. I rammed you hard and steady, reaching under your body to get to your clitoris, which I tickled from side to side as my cock slammed in and out of you. You were very vocal, and after ten minutes fucking, your shouts and screams had turned into obscene words of encouragement.

‘Oh! Yes! Oh my God! Yes baby, fuck my slutty cunt full of your thick cum! Damn, I’m such a slut, slutty, slut cunt for your prick! Fuck me harder, harder!’

So I fucked you harder and faster. Your climax was explosive as it was impressive. Your contractions squirted your ejaculation over my cock and big balls again as I slid in and out of your amazingly tight hole.

It seemed as though your orgasms were multiple and never ending, rolling from one to another. Your clitoris was rock hard, as was my cock inside you. Then my knot began to grow again and you screamed out as it filled your hole like a fist inside you. You could feel it at your entrance banging against it as if it was trying to escape from your pressure. It couldn’t escape so it rushed back deep inside you, rubbing against you G- spot again and again. This sent you over the edge in a monstrous orgasm like never ever before. I paused as your contractions relaxed, then for a final few minutes I used your body just how this cave-man wanted to, ramming hard and fast until finally gushing another heavy load into your receptive, well used cunt.

I tried to pull out but the knot was still too huge, so I laid down on top of you, with my cock firmly encased by your tight pussy. You were exhausted; completely relaxed under my body. Eventually the knot relaxed enough for me to withdraw it and I watched as my sterile semen pulse out onto the bed between your thighs.

I padded over to the coffee table and retrieved the glasses and bottle of wine. Sitting next to you on the bed I offered you the glass of wine. You hadn’t moved, your eyes were closed, your legs parted and your arms laid by your sides. ‘Here, have another drink’, I suggested.

‘I’m exhausted. I need a little sleep’.

‘You can sleep when you go home. You are here for pleasure’.

You opened up one eye and looked at my cock before checking out the wine glasses and then finally my face. ‘Surely we’ve done enough?’

‘I don’t know when I will be able to have you again. So now you are in my clutches – so to speak – your body is mine. Now be a good girl and sit up and have a drink. I’ll give you a few minutes rest and recuperation’, I joked.

You groaned and got to your side, then sat up next to me, causing yet more of my semen to ooze out of your open pussy lips. Taking your glass you had a long swig of wine. We looked at each other and you giggled. ‘I’ve never met a man with a cock like yours’.

‘Yeah, its special that’s for sure’.

You grasped it with your free hand. ‘I’ll have to be going soon’, you suggested.

‘Why? I don’t lose interest once I’ve cum, unlike a lot of men’.

‘Well, in my limited one-night-stand experiences, most would have wanted me out of here by now’.

‘Not me. There’s lots more sex to come tonight before you get any rest’. And with that I took away your glass of wine and we started again and again and then again.

After many hours the wine was finally d*unk. We cuddled together in the bed, contented, alive, and euphoric because of the immeasurable climaxes. You were comfortable, feeling light as a feather and aware of the impressive amounts of semen still inside you. We had been awake for hours and it was then 6am. The birds had been singing outside for an hour or so; your heightened awareness making their morning chorus a musical event. I suckled on your teats, your nipples hardening and making a direct path to your clitoris. ‘I think my poor pussy has received enough abuse from your cock tonight. Do you never go soft?’

‘Not when I’m with someone so sexy!’ This was in essence true but also because of the pheromones cast by your body aromas were driving me wild with lust. Your skin was coated with sweat from the strenuous sex, together with a mixture of my semen and your juices which had intermingled erotically into the ambiance.

‘You sweet talker!’

I caressed you for a long time. ‘Look at me.’ I demanded and you obeyed as always. ‘Now we are going to have anal sex. I need you to trust me and to relax. My knot will not grow, I can control it. Do you trust me?’

‘Yes, I trust you’.

I slowly made my way down your body, nibbling at your lovely breasts and nipples, flicking your belly button and then your tender clitoris.

Further down I explored, licking and sucking gently and then more urgently. Taking some time, I rimmed you making you groan with pleasure, sighing and enjoying the new sensations. I knew that you would be anxious but I would be gentle – at first. I opened the bottle of lubrication. This was made for anal sex and contained a desensitising lube that would make it easier for you to take my cock. I coated your little anus with it and then inserted a finger deeply inside, making you gasp out loud, taking the lube as deep as I could. I continued to finger and rim you whilst I waited for the lotion to act. I could feel your sphincter begin to relax more around my finger, so I inserted two and began to slide them back and forth. Sucking your clit gave you a lot of pleasure as I finger fucked your tiny bottom.

Knowing that you now were more relax I got off the bed and grabbing your thighs, pulled you to the side so the small of your back was on the edge. I’d had the bed made for this exact sex act and it was the ideal height for me to penetrate you as I stood on the floor and you remained comfortable on the bed. I raised your legs into the air, resting your ankles on my strong shoulders. ‘Play with your clit’, I whispered and you immediately obeyed, rubbing it in a circular manner, pulling the hood back over it to expose your hardness. I coated my prick with the lube and also daubed your anus with more, dipping in to push it into your body. You moaned in nervous anticipation and contentment. I pulled back the foreskin of my cock, exposing the handsome glans and shaft to your eyes. I was as hard as ever. Now was to be the moment.

I looked down, holding my prick to your tiny hole, placing it on your rosebud. I looked at you, your eyes were riveted to watching my prick. I pushed, felt resistance and pushed gently again. Suddenly the sphincter opened, you gasped, ‘Ahh!’, and my glans was inside you.

I paused for a few moments to allow your body to relax a little, then pushed again, which made you utter, ‘Ohhh!’ Pulling out and then pushing slowly in I slowly worked the length of my cock right up your arse. Your fingers were a blur as you worked your clitoris and cunt lips with one hand and pulled your nipples with the other.

I changed the rhythm from long slow strokes to shorter, faster strokes, then alternated again with the slower, deeper strokes.

You pleased me; I couldn’t believe that you had given yourself up so fully. It had been a long time happening but at last I was fucking you, this gorgeous woman in her three holes. I had to concentrate not to let the knot develop and within a few minutes you began to enjoy your first anal sex.

You came abruptly and wailed, screamed and yelled out loud. I decided that for your first anal sex with me, you had probably had enough so I rushed on myself and climaxed, shooting copious amounts of semen inside you. I bent over, wrapping your legs around my waist and kissed you tenderly. After that we disengaged and you accepted my offer of using the shower. We spent many minutes in the shower together, kissing, caressing and cleaning each other. It was a perfect end to a very pleasurable evening. At last my breeding impulse had been satiated and that would allow me to rest. We dried ourselves, changed the wet bedding and got into bed together, you on my right. Spooning, we fell into a deep sleep but woke up a few short hours later with my erect cock against your back.

In the long weekend we had together, I came inside you 33 times, many in the doggy position, which made me rougher and harder. Your climaxes were countless, strong, spurting, exhausting. You never wore any underwear until you got home again, sore, but so contented. Knowing that you had received the best ever sex ever from an attentive, energetic and capable lover. I was someone who pushed your boundaries again and again and gave you stunning, mind-blowing and awesome orgasm time after time.

A few days later you called to say that you would be available during the next weekend, if I would like to pop over to visit at 6pm on Friday night. I accepted your kind invitation…

The End

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By *arterton_Oxon_Man OP   Man 25 weeks ago

Carterton

Might have been better if I spelt Neanderthals in the story title....What an editor...

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By *icki222TV/TS 25 weeks ago

Lincoln

Wow! Just wow!

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