“I’m going to get some ice. Be naked when I get back.”
Denise is visibly surprised at the request and seems to think I might be kidding.
“Really?” she asks tentatively.
“Yeah, we’ve only got an hour and fifty minutes left. That’s not much time.”
A big smile tells me she’s not used to two-hour sex sessions. I leave with the ice bucket and walk down the hall. When I return, I walk through the door to find her standing there without a stitch of clothing on.
She’s blushing as my eyes roam over her tiny body, which is even better than I suspected it would be. Everything about her looks young, from her cute face to her perfect-sized tits with small pink nipples sitting on them, to her flat stomach and the small landing strip of red-blonde hair just over her waxed pussy lips. She’s like a miniature version of a Victoria’s Secret model.
“Damn, girl,” I say. I drop a few ice cubes into her glass and hand it to her. She takes a sip and makes a little face when she realizes how strong it is. “If I had a woman with a body like that, I wouldn’t let her fuck anyone but me.”
“We’ve never been with anyone else since we’ve gotten married,” she says. “You’re the first.”
“Because I’m on this list of yours.”
“We made the lists six months ago, when we were having dinner on our first anniversary. It was his idea.”
“Of course, it was. Men are sluts by nature.”
Denise laughs. “Brandon is. He says he wants to watch me with another man one day.”
“See? Men are weird like that.”
“He told me his five celebrities, then I told him mine. I thought it was just a game, but while we were in bed later that night, he asked me if I thought I could really let him sleep with Rihanna without freaking out. I said it was silly because he would never meet her, but he kept pushing, saying, ‘You never know.’ I turned the tables on him and asked if he would let me actually sleep with the men on my list and he said he would.”
“Because he never thought you’d meet any of them,” I say.
“Exactly. Then I saw the Body Issue and decided you should be on my list. I kicked Zak Efron off and added you.”
“I wasn’t one of the original five?”
I place a hand behind her neck and stroke her there. The fact that I didn’t jump directly to playing with her tits creates a palpable tension in her. She wants my hands on her. She’s aching to be touched.
“No, because I didn’t know anything about you. Once I saw that picture, I started thinking about it, about what it would be like to have sex with you. Unlike the women Brandon picked, I knew I might actually be able to meet you because you come to New Orleans every year to play the Pelicans.”
I slide my hand to her collarbone, my fingers tracing the length of it.
“What did he say when you put me on the list?”
“He laughed at me because he said meeting famous athletes was impossible.”
“Yet here we are,” I say with a smile, looking down into her eyes. My other hand nudges her glass upward until she gets the hint and takes another big sip.
“I want to put my hands all over you,” I tell her.
“Please.”
“Not until you finish that drink.”
She’s a little too tense, and I want her good and loosened up. Alcohol brings out the freak in women, and I want to see how freaky this married chick will get.
Denise locks eyes with me as she raises the glass to her lips. Never breaking our visual connection, she downs the entire thing, holding up the glass for my inspection while she swallows the last of it.
“Good girl,” I say, taking the glass and setting it on a nearby table.
I put both hands on her tits and squeeze softly. They’re nice and firm, and as I increase the pressure her breaths grow deeper.
Leaning down, I place my lips to her ear and whisper, “How bad do you want to fuck me, Denise?”
“Bad,” she says softly. “Very bad.”
I lean a little further, then throw her over my shoulder and stand. Her head is behind me and her ass close to my face. Standing still, I use my free hand to slide a finger along her pussy lips, then push a little further. She’s very wet, and my finger gets slick with her juices. I push inside, probing her hot folds as she starts to moan. Then I withdraw it and place it against her asshole, pressing until it enters her just a bit. This is the big test.
Denise responds by moaning even more and grabbing my ribs from behind with both hands. I carry her to the bedroom, pushing my finger further in as I go. When I reach the bed, I stand there for a moment and fuck her tiny hole with my finger, then I pull out and fling her forward onto the mattress, where she lands with a soft thump.
I immediately take my clothes off. When I’m down to my boxer briefs, Denise is staring at the outline of my half-hard cock. She’s ready to go.
I remove my shorts and stand above her, my cock angling down at her.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask.
Without taking her eyes off my dick, she says, “Oh, hell yeah.”
“Get me hard,” I say, moving to the end of the bed. Denise sits up and my cock is right in her face. She wraps both hands around the shaft and holds it while she begins to lick the head, eventually taking a few inches into her mouth. I hold the back of her head and push forward gently, and she gamely tries to take more, but starts to gag and I have to pull back. I decide just to let her do her thing and look over her tight little body while she sucks me to the best of her ability. When I’m fully erect, she removes her mouth and sits back, her hands still on my hard shaft.
She doesn’t say anything, but stares at my cock. Some women feel they need to say something, and some have even been nervous or scared. Denise, on the other hand, looks eager. I quickly grab a few condoms from my suitcase and toss them on the nightstand, keeping one. Once I’ve ripped it open, I slide the latex down over me. I only use expensive Utopia Condoms in their largest size, the Godzilla. The name is idiotic, but they’re comfortable on me and have never broken yet.
I grab Denise’s calf and roll her over onto her hands and knees, then position myself behind her. With her on the bed and me standing next to it, the height works well. I put the head against her wet opening, pushing slightly, and hear her moan as I enter her.
Reaching forward, I take both of her upper arms and hold them tightly as I continue to slide into her. I’m wondering if she’ll ask me to stop, but she never does. When I feel I’m as far as her anatomy will allow, I begin fucking her, steadily and slowly. Her pussy is tight, but she takes my size like a champ, never once showing signs of anything other than pure bliss.
An hour later, we’ve tried several more positions. Neither of us has come yet, but we’ve both worked up quite a sweat. Denise is an aggressive little lover, not nearly as shy as she was earlier in the bar. The double Bacardi probably helped, especially considering her low body weight.
She excuses herself, and I assume she’s going to the bathroom, but she heads to the other room and comes back with her cell phone in her hand. Maybe she’s going to call her husband and tell him she’s almost done? I’m not sure, then she lies on the bed and opens her legs up, signaling me to enter her again. As I do, she hands me the phone.
“Take a picture,” she says.
I stop thrusting.
“Of what?”
“Of your cock in me.”
I just stare at her.
“Or maybe two; one with it out of me, so he can see how big it is, and another with it all the way up inside me.”
“He?”
“Brandon. He said to make sure I got a picture of us, remember?”
What the hell? I thought she meant a pic of her standing next to me, both of us fully dressed.
“He wants a picture of us fucking?”
She smiles and nods. Freak.
“I can’t do that,” I say. “Too risky. There are no pictures of my dick anywhere on th
e Internet, and I plan to keep it that way.”
She frowns. “Nobody will know it’s yours.”
“Can’t take that risk, baby.”
I’m still inside of her. I place a hand on her breast and aim the cell phone camera, framing the photo so that you can see only her face and her tits, and my hand. The tattoos on my forearm are out of the shot. I take the pic and show it to her.
“Here, you can tell him my cock was in you when this was taken.”
Denise just wrinkles her nose.
“That’s the best I can do,” I say as I begin slowly sliding my cock in and out of her. She sets the phone down and we fuck for a minute or two, but just when she seems to be getting back into it, she speaks up again.
“He actually said, ‘Don’t come back without a picture of him fucking you.’ Those were his exact words.”
I stop again. “You see, I just can’t do that. No way.”
“You can’t do it for me?”
She makes a sexy little face as she simultaneously squeezes my cock with her pussy muscles. It feels amazing. I look down into her eyes and she keeps doing it, over and over.
“Your husband wants to see you with my big black cock inside your little pussy?” It seems utterly stupid, but like I said earlier, some married guys are freaks.
She nods and smiles slyly as she continues to massage my dick with her muscles.
“He really wants to see that?” I ask.
“He said he did.”
I lean over and pick up the phone next to the bed.
“Bar, please.”
Denise looks at me like she’s trying to figure out what the fuck I’m doing. The bartender answers.
“This is Marcus Jennings. That guy down there who’s drinking on my tab? I need to speak to him.”
Now she’s apprehensive. She probably thinks I’m going to lay into the guy for being such a perv.
“Marcus, what are you doing?” she asks just as Brandon comes on the line.
“Your woman says you want a picture of me inside of her,” I say. “Not gonna happen. If you want to see that, you’ll have to see it in person. Get up to room 2416 right now. And leave your phone with the bartender.” I don’t need him trying to sneak a picture when I’m otherwise occupied with his wife’s pussy.
I hang up and Denise’s eyes are wide open. She’s stopped clenching my cock and looks like she’s in shock.
“Did you really just invite Brandon up?”
“Yep.”
“To watch us fuck?”
“Yep.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he’d be right here. And don’t you chicken out, either. Your man wants to see my dick in you and he’s about to get his big chance.”
She immediately starts to try to get her hair back in place, but she’s all sweaty and there’s not really much hope. I continue to fuck her while she does this, not wanting my cock to go soft.
Less than three minutes after I set down the phone, there’s a knock on the door. Dude didn’t waste any time.
I pull out of Denise and rip off the condom, tossing it to the side as I head straight for the door. Without even looking, I fling it wide open.
“Brandon, get your ass in here.”
He looks nervous as fuck when he sees I’m naked, my tall body dwarfing him and his face level with my sweaty pecs and biceps. My dick is angling up at him, and though I’m starting to lose my hard-on a little, it’s still an impressive sight, especially to a guy whose own wife complained is on the small side.
I turn and walk to the bedroom and Brandon follows. He enters the room to see his naked little wife on the bed, half kneeling and half sitting, her feet under her ass. She gives him a look that says she’s not sure what reaction she expects from him.
“Did you already…?” he manages.
“Oh, yeah, definitely,” I say, “from the minute we got up here. We’ve tried just about every position you could possibly imagine, and some you probably couldn’t.”
He starts to say something, but I interrupt.
“No, you don’t say a goddamn thing. Just shut the hell up and watch me fuck your wife.”
The dude stands there and glances at my cock again, which is now beginning to droop.
“Denise, get over here and put your mouth on this for me. I need to be really fucking hard for what I’m about to do to you.”
She looks briefly at her husband, then moves to the end of the bed where I’m standing. Holding my shaft with both hands, she brings her lips to me and starts to suck. As she does so, she keeps glancing over at her husband, and whatever emotions they’re exchanging seem to whip her into a frenzy. She starts sucking me like crazy and in no time at all has me hard as a rock.
I put a hand on her chest between her tits and push her backwards, hard. She falls back onto the mattress and I grab her by the ankles and pull her toward me, her pussy opening as I spread her legs.
“Brandon, get me a condom,” I say, pointing to the nightstand.
The little fucker does exactly that, grabbing a condom and looking at the package before handing it to me. He stands just a few feet away as I roll it over my rock-hard cock. Still standing at the foot of the bed, I position myself at her hole and look over at Brandon, waiting for a sign. If he tells me to stop, I will. He says nothing, though. I push forward a little, the head entering her. Still not a peep from her man. He merely looks on as I continue to push into his wife’s wet pussy.
I’m not gentle this time and get three quarters into her before I stop. Denise sucks in a breath as she gets filled up, then looks over at her husband. I don’t care to wait for them to figure out how to navigate this tricky territory, so I just start fucking her steadily, holding her thighs and pulling her tightly against me with each thrust.
Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this, fucking a woman while her husband watches from ten feet away. It’s so strange, I almost laugh. Who says I’m not a team player?
She’s staring at him the whole time, and I look over at Brandon, who resembles a deer caught in the headlights. Denise moans softly and I pick up the pace, driving into her again and again. I’m really getting into this now—hell, I’ve been hard for nearly two hours and haven’t come yet. I begin to pound this little woman’s pussy hard, and her moans increase accordingly in both volume and frequency. She puts her hands in her hair and starts running her fingers through it while I keep hammering away at her, her body writhing wildly underneath me. All the while, her eyes never leave her husband, who watches the whole thing in rapt attention.
It's a deliciously sexy sight, and I can’t tell whether she’s putting on a show for her husband or is truly this worked up by what I’m doing. She hasn’t come yet, either, but her moans tell me she’s about to. Suddenly, I feel my own orgasm coming up from deep inside. I will it back, but I know I can’t last much longer. Just then, Denise cries out and goes crazy, pushing herself against my cock as it sinks all the way into her and I feel it bottom out. The woman goes completely nuts; it’s either the most amazing orgasm ever or she wants her husband to believe it is.
Either way, it’s quite a show and by the time she slows down, I’m damn near ready to pop. I pull out of her and peel the condom off, then kneel next to her on the bed, jerking myself off. I come immediately, depositing what seems like a bucketful of hot white cum on her chest before I’m finally spent.
As soon as I’m done, I climb off the bed, grab Denise’s phone from the nightstand, and take a picture of her lying on the bed, a beautiful sweaty mess with cum all over her tits.
“There’s your picture,” I say, handing the phone to Brandon.
She and Brandon are just staring at each other, not knowing what to do next.
“My two hours are up. Thanks for sharing your woman with me, Brandon, and I hope you enjoyed the show.”
Denise climbs down off the bed, cum dripping down onto her belly. She approaches her husband and kisses him on the cheek. Then as he watches, she
slides a finger through the cum on her chest. The poor guy is almost catatonic at this point.
I step into the restroom and return with a hand towel, extending it toward Brandon.
“Clean your woman up. You guys need to get out of here so I can get some sleep. I’ve got a game tomorrow.”
He wipes her clean and we all go to the other room where she picks up her clothes. I watch as she eases that smoking body into her little black dress without bothering to put her underwear on. Heels and panties in hand, she comes to me and wraps her arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. I kiss the top of her head, then look at Brandon.
“Your wife is a great fuck, man. Hold onto this one.”
She looks proud, but I’m not sure what he’s thinking at this point. All I know is I want these two freaks out of my room. I walk them to the door.
“Leave your full name with the front desk,” I say to Denise. “I’ll hook you up with two tickets for the game. Check back with them tomorrow morning. And thanks for giving it up for me tonight, sweetie.”
I bend down to kiss her on the cheek, but she wraps a hand behind my neck and kisses me on the lips, slipping her tongue in between and searching for mine. I kiss the little minx for a minute and Brandon looks so confused, I’m afraid his head will explode.
After the kiss, I extend my hand to him.
“Appreciate you loaning me your wife’s sweet pussy, dude. If I play like shit tomorrow, it’s your fault.”
My joke sails right over his head. He quietly shakes my hand and I usher them through the door, closing it quickly behind them. Once they’re gone, I stand there naked, my spent cock hanging down.
Holy fuck, that was weird.
I mean, I get laid about every other night during the season, and have seen lots of weirdness in the last few years, but this was some twisted shit.
Fucking married guys, man. I wonder if they’re all freaks because they get bored fucking the same pussy every night.
I make a mental note to stay single, to avoid being a total freak.
Later as I try to sleep, I can’t help but wonder about the married guys who aren’t freaks. Those guys must like being with the same women every night. What the hell is up with that?
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