A love story of sorts, a story of two halves. All characters are over 18 and both consenting. Enjoy 🙂

“Hey you!” I glance up from my phone and see him smiling broadly at me as he advances across the foyer of his hotel. I stand and move towards him. We hug each other hard. I breathe him in, and savour his scent and we hold our embrace longer than we should.

He is tall, 6’4 and everything about him is big, his presence commanding. He is sexy, attractive but not traditionally handsome. Woman and men alike are drawn to him, his energy. His ‘big dick’ energy as I like to call it. There is something about him.

His dark hair is a little longer than usual, but he looks well, healthy, and I realise I have missed him. It feels like forever since I last saw him and I feel a familiar rush of excitement about what lies ahead tonight.

“So good to see you, you look great, where are we going?” He smiles and his eyes are alight. We have all the time been drawn to one another physically and I catch him scanning my body and in particular focussing on my breasts. We all the time play this game when we meet, dinner and a fuck. Sometimes I wonder why we don’t just skip to the main course because it is all the time inevitable with us. The reality is the only thing on the menu I want is him, and I’m sure he feels the same. But we enjoy this dance and we all the time enjoy wetting our appetite.

‘Just a place up the road’ I say lightly. I never stray too far from his hotel, makes it easier when the inevitable transpires.

We head out of the hotel, I smile at the doorman as he tips his hat at us and holds the door. I lead him towards the restaurant I have booked. We chit chat, he is happy to be in my presence as I am in his. We walk along like friends, not lovers, another one of our mating rituals and a necessity. He is not my boyfriend or partner, he belongs to somebody else and so do I. It would not do to be seen in a compromising position. For all intense and purposes this is a working dinner, a catch up, an innocent meal between friends.

The restaurant is small and expensive, he professes to be ravenous and I am too but not for food. All I can think about is his cock in my mouth. I scan the menu, and choose something light for myself, it won’t really pay to have a full stomach later on. The wondered of gagging on his gigantic cock satiates me. I order a glass of champagne, and he takes a non alcoholic beer, he doesn’t drink anymore.

Our dinner is good, we laugh and flirt, he touches my hand or face, hair at numerous times lightly, imperceptibly and I enjoy this ‘typical’ moment, how easy it is to be together. My hand is resting on the table and he covers it with his and squeezes it. This action causes me to flush and gently catch my breathe – it’s not like him to be so publicly affectionate.

“So, how are you really?” He asks.

“You know me…..all the same, just trying my best.” He looks at me perplexed, sensing something from me that I wondered I had hidden.

“Really?”

“Really”

“Hmmm…….you don’t seem yourself”

I don’t want to spoil our evening with tales from home, the shit going on in my life. I spot the waiter and gesture to him for another drink.

“Not tonight, ok?” I say softly. He nods, a look of concern passes across his face, and then he is telling me a story about a client he is working with and making me laugh and I feel back to typical. I need this night more than he knows and I want him to make me forget everything but him.

We talk and listen to each other, interested. We have all the time been able to talk freely, distribute, connect and off load things that we might not with others and there is real love between us it feels an understnding. We care about each other although neither of us has ever said that to the other.

“Shall we go” he breathes the words out low and full of desire. I stiffen, smile softly and nod. My desire has been rising all evening, just being with him makes my pussy start to drip and I can smell myself, my sex and I wonder if he can too. He gestures to the waiter and I down my drink. I am a little tipsy now and the buzz of the alcohol runs through me. I all the time like to have a few to calm me down and loosen me up. Our sessions can get rough, and the alcohol helps me to ease into things. He also makes me nervous, still to this day I have butterflies when I meet him and the alcohol helps with those too.

We walk briskly back to the hotel and when we reach the main doors we abruptly stop.

“It was great to see you” I say.

“Yes – I really enjoyed it……do you want to come up for one more drink?”

“I’m not sure, my day is pretty busy tomorrow.”

“One more can’t hurt” he gestures and moves towards the doors, expecting and knowing I will follow. The doorman holds them open once again and this time he smiles at me and true to form I follow him in.

“Just one” I say.

We head towards the lifts me a little behind him. He presses the button and a door pings open. He grabs my arm at the elbow and guides me in. I feel I thrill of excitement at his touch and my pussy tightens at the wondered of what we are about to do. He presses for his floor and the doors close. We stand facing the doors side by side, staring at our reflections as the lift takes us up. We look good together I think and I notice that he is smiling softly, his eyes on my reflection. I look up at him and smile and my heart beat quickens a little. The lift stops and the doors open, I wait for him to lead the way and follow him to the room. He pulls the key card from his pocket and I watch the light on the door handle flash green. I take a deep breathe and follow him in as he holds the door for me.

The door slams hard behind me and then he grabs me forcefully, pushing me against it. We kiss passionately as he runs his hands over my body. He releases a deep moan. It has been 2 months since we last fucked. I wonder if he has had sex since then, but the wondered is lost as he pushes his body into mine and I feel his hardness against me. We begin moving into the room. Still kissing, still feeling each other frantically over our clothes.

I pull away from him and glance around the room. It’s a suite, and we are in the ‘lounge’ part, there is a sofa and chairs, a small bar area, coffee table TV and a gorgeous ornate desk. 2 large windows that give an almost perfect view across the city. The bedroom appears to be off to the left down a small corridor. “Where’s that drink?”

He laughs, he has a grip on me and pulls me to him. “Are you thirsty darling?”

I nod slowly “then I will get you a drink.”

He kisses me softly and releases me striding across the room to the bar.I head towards the large sofa and sit down. It is soft and cozy and I sink in.

He is moving towards me with two drinks in his hands. He places them on the glass low table in front of the sofa and then he sits down next to me. “I’ve missed you” he says taking me by surprise.”I missed you too” I whisper. i feel my face flush and I lean forward and take a sip of my drink.

As I lean back again I notice he has released his gorgeous cock and he is gently massaging it. He is rock hard. His cock is big – at least 9 inches and fat too. I lick my lips and coyly smile at him. His face is serious his eyes fixed on me. I cannot help but notice his wedding ring as his hand glides up and down and a pang of guilt and shame surfaces. I take a deep breath and push it back down. It’s his marriage, his choice. My own situation is another matter entirely. I feel bad that I never seem to feel guilty about that betrayal at all…..

“You do have a beautiful cock” I whisper snapping myself back to him and us. He smiles gently and I move closer to him him kneeling to his side and kiss him hard on the mouth. I take two fingers and place them in my mouth before gently tracing them across the tip of his penis and rubbing lightly, teasing him. I know he wants me to take him into my mouth but I want him to wait. His penis pulses slightly and I smile enjoying this small moment of control.

We lock eyes and it feels as though everything stops, like there are a million unspoken words between us that might come rushing out, but neither of us says anything. The energy between us is electric, the heat and desire rising from us both like steam.

He leans forward to kiss me, sliding his tongue in my mouth, his hands come up to cup my face, and he shifts his body slightly towards me. As we kiss my right hand finds it’s way to his hard cock, and I start to massage him slowly causing a low groan to escape from him. I break our kiss, he smiles softly at me, a glint in his eye. I move my head down and shift slightly. His cock is standing rock hard to attention. I breath in savouring his smell. I love to suck his cock and I love how he tastes. I take my tongue and rotate it around the tip, flicking it over his frenulum. He thrusts his hips forward groaning loudly now. I tease him like this for a few moments.

“Suck my dick” he growls at me low and breathy. I glance up at him and smile, before spitting loudly on his cock and taking the head into my mouth, and almost all the way back out again quickly repeating this, then slowly start moving down the gigantic length of his shaft, as far as I can. I measure my breathing and do my best to accommodate him but it is not long before I am gagging and choking, eyes watering. I am grateful for that light meal now.

I cast my eyes up towards him, he grins, taking pleasure in seeing me gag and struggle with his cock. I release him and take a moment to compose myself before I take his length deep to the back of my throat. He places his hands on the top of my head grabbing some of my hair and starts to guide me up and down, thrusting his hips too at the same time. Spit and tears are flowing freely now it is almost impossible to cope. He pushes down hard on my head forcing his cock slightly down my throat. I try to pull away but for a moment he holds me there, letting out a deep moan, enjoying the power he has over me. I struggle and try to sit up but I cannot. I cannot breathe.

Suddenly he releases me. I gasp for breath gagging hard sitting up, saliva everywhere. Eyes streaming. I take my hand and wipe the back of it across my mouth. He laughs softly at my predicament. “You think that’s funny?” I chide. “Let’s not pretend you don’t like it…..” I cannot help but smile at this because for some bizarre reason I do.

I look down at his cock straining still and lean down to run my tongue over the tip and around the head before I quickly move to stand and hitch up my dress taking off my black knickers and throwing them to the floor. His eyes are fixed on me and his own hand moves to his cock. I straddle him and guide him to the entrance of my pussy. It is slick, my juices are already leaking down my legs and I feel a physical ache for him. I need to be filled, I want him immediately.

He slides easily in as my pussy welcomes him home, clinging to his cock as I come down and take his full length inside of me, letting out a loud cry as I do. The relief I feel is overwhelming and my pussy tightens around him as if it will never let him go.

We are face to face now and I am still for a moment, before leaning in to kiss him softly. I gently start to thrust my hips. His hands move to squeeze my breasts and he pulls down the straps of my dress and those of my bra roughly, releasing them. He enjoys playing with my tits, they are big, 32 H and he squeezes hard flicking my nipples too.

“Oh Fuck baby, you feel so good” I moan as I ride his cock. I grab my breasts pushing them forward and upward and he dips his head down slightly to suck my nipples – flicking his tongue across, the sensation making me squeal with pleasure. I feel his cock harden further inside me and I am moving faster now thrusting and bouncing up and down on his cock, enjoying the sensation of being completely full. His dick feels like it is hitting every sweet spot I have and my skin tingles across my body and flushes with goose bumps as I feel a familiar rush radiate through my sex. Building tension and pleasure, going higher and higher. He is sucking hard on my tits and thrusting into me as best he can in his prone position.

He is moaning lost in the sensation of my pussy and the softness of my breasts. I am focussed on my own pleasure, using him to discover my release. I let out a cry and feel my body judder, as my climax reaches its peak and crashes down, my pussy contracting hard around him, my juices flooding over his cock. I grab his neck and kiss him hard releasing my moans into his mouth. I am breathing heavily, my body collapses a little and I rest my head on his shoulder. I am panting, purring, a buzz running through me and my pussy is still juddering as my climax ripples downward and fades away.

He softly wraps his arms around me, kisses my neck and whispers, “No rest for you darling, I need to make you cum as much as possible this evening and you need to clean me up, NOW.” He emphasises the last word and my body tenses at it. I raise my head and look at him. His eyes are intense, drilling into me, the desire for me radiating from him, making me clench my pussy around his hard cock before I lift up and move back to kneel next to him. He lets out a moan as I do and my cum trickles out over him.

His cock is hard and straining and glistening with my juices. I want to take a moment to rest and savour my afterglow but I do as he demands knowing better than to defy him. I stand and then kneel down between his legs and start licking his balls, gently taking each one into my mouth, tasting myself pungent and sweet. I take my hand to the base of his cock and begin to wank him gently before taking the head of his cock in my mouth, swallowing him again.

There is a lot of cum and I do my best to meet his command. He is gently thrusting his hips, enjoying watching me on my knees and the sensations of my tongue as it flicks up and down his shaft.

“Let me taste you” he growls. I half stand and lean in to kiss him pushing my tongue into his mouth, feeding him my cum, he kisses me back hard, savouring the taste of me, hungry for more.

“Get on all fours over there, slut” He gestures towards a large rug that the coffee table is sitting on. It’s an animal skin of some sort. I move quickly, pulling my dress down and unhooking my bra dropping both to the floor in front of him and position myself as requested, anticipation rippling through me, my arse facing him, my face the two gigantic windows. I hear him move and before I can blink he is behind me grabbing my waist and plunging his cock deep inside my pussy. Smashing down into me hard. I fall forward slightly with the pressure and force of it and let out a deep groan.

He starts pounding me hard his balls slapping down on my pussy. He grabs my hair pulling it back violently and so my head back too. He is groaning loudly. I let out a gasp of pain at the action. “Take that cock like the whore you are, this pussy is mine you little slut, don’t forget that.” I moan out in agreement – but that’s not good enough for him. “Say it, tell me!” “Its……..your……pussy, fuck it harder daddy’ I say surprising myself at these words.

His hand comes down hard on my ass the pain sharp, making me scream out. That slap will mark and the thought of that sends excitement through me. “Tell me what you are.” SMACK! another blow hits my other cheek, the pain rushing through me and I let out a wanton cry and moan out “I’m a dirty whore, your whore, fuck my pussy baby fuck it hard, take it all, fuck me harder.” He grunts an approval and drives into me with intense force, my hair is pulled back so hard, the pain of it almost tortuous, but my body is responding to his onslaught and I am pushing back hard to meet his thrusts, that exquisite hum building deep inside my pussy. “I’m gonna cum in your tight cunt, you dirty cum whore.” He spits out the words. His grip on my hair tightens furhter and the sound of his body hitting mine is echoing around the room along with my crys, this pleasure pain almost too much for me.

“Fuck that pussy!” He cry’s out and I feel the first hot burst of his cum deep inside me spraying my womb. Four more follow as he empties himself inside me. He is groaning loudly and after the last thrust he releases my hair and falls forward on me causing us both to fall down to the floor. His full weight on me.

I contract my pussy around his cock, and squeeze him. He moans lightly at the sensation. He is breathing hard and he pushes himself up and rolls over onto this back with a loud sigh of satisfaction and I gasp at the sensation and also moan lightly with disproval panting to catch my breathe. I don’t move, waiting for him to tell me what he wants me to do. For a moment we are silent. I feel the sting of his slaps radiating across my ass, and sweat, his and mine is dripping from my body.

“Get back on all fours slut” he says softly as if he was asking me to pass the salt. I raise myself up as requested, glancing to the side to look at him. He is consumed in thought, desire etched across his face. His cum is flowing out of my pussy his release was huge and I feel it steadily dripping down my legs and and onto the floor and I think for a moment perhaps he hasn’t cum like that for a while and the thought makes me smile and my stomach twist.

He sits up and then stands, coming round to stand in front of me, my head follows him and I am back to facing the window and his cock is right in front of me. He thrusts it towards my mouth his hand at the base. I marvel at his stamina and I get a rush of pleasure at the thought of his desire for me, the way I can turn him on and satisfy him.

I begin to lick him again his balls and cock covered in a mix of both our juices. He stokes my head and hair as I do, tenderly. our combined taste intoxicating. He is humming lightly to himself and I am cooing happy with my task here in front of him.

He gestures for me to release him from my mouth, he grabs me with one hand around the jaw pulling my face up to him and bends to kiss me hard. He releases me and moves slowly around me, running his fingers down my back lightly as he does which causes me to shiver and the desire to feel him inside me again grows. My pussy tightens at the thought. I can never get enough of him.

He is behind me now and I hear him kneel down. His hand comes down hard on my ass cheek making me jolt and whimper. He roughly spreads them apart. I feel his hot breath across my crack as he lightly blows, it makes me gasp my body tenses further and then I feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth hungry for me, to taste me making me groan and release my desire for him audibly. His tongue is tracing between my cheeks and then pushing inside of me gently. He pushes a finger inside my pussy at the same time and I am squirming with pleasure moving my hips backwards to meet the gentle thrusts.

He is lost in me, revenous as he explores every inch of my ass. A second finger is pushed inside me and he starts to finger fuck me a little harder now the wetness of my pussy is loud and his moans buzzing against my skin add to the intensity. His fingers are gentle, massaging my walls, my pussy tightens around them and the pressure starts to build, slowly rising. I am swaying back and forth and he is unrelenting in his exploration of me and begins to gently tap his fingers against my pussy walls and I shudder and cry out. He is edging me closer to an orgasm one I am sure he will not let me realise.

He pulls away from my ass but his fingers stay inside me, he slows them down, so it feels like they are barely moving and I am teetering on a peak. I can hear him breathing hard. I am moaning slowly getting louder and louder. “Perhaps I will fuck your arse tonight” he says matter of factly and he must feel my body tighten again around his fingers. His hand moves up my back and then around me to grab and squeeze my breasts.