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J. Holmes, The BEST I EVER HAD
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J. Holmes, The BEST I EVER HAD The year was 2005, and it was the summer Hurricane Katrina came to destroy the lower half of the country. I lived in Houston, Texas, and I was going to a group meeting by catching the downtown tram. As I sat and looked at the random passengers, my gaze stopped short at one of the sexiest men I had ever seen in my entire life, and I sat up a little straighter. He was dressed professionally, and immediately I felt like I wasn't even worth his time. Then I saw it. A tattoo just peeking out from under his shirt sleeve, and I bursted out, "You've got a tattoo?" He looks at me and grins, much to my relief, and replies, "I have a lot of them," and lifts up his sleeve. His arm was covered. It was a sleeve under his sleeve. I instantly felt my pussy quiver. This guy is super hot. That is what I said, as well, except, it was more like 'That is HOT," immediately followed by my departure from the tram. I didn't even give him a moment's chance to reply, I booked it out of there from complete embarrassment. The very next day, I get on the tram, and he was there. That same guy! This time he wasn't taking any chances, and he began to talk to me. I was flattered, and I ended up riding the tram with him a little longer, getting to know this gorgeous piece of meat. He said his name was John, and he worked for a litigation lawyer. You know, those evil thugs and henchmen who call you up and demand payment, whether you sell your car or your , they don't give a fuck. We exchanged numbers, and went our separate ways. It wasn't a few hours when my phone began to ring while I was waiting for a bus. We started to talk a little dirty, and I knew I was heard when the old man behind me gave me a dirty smirk. I think it was when I asked John how big his cock was. It was big, by the way. It was 10 inches, with a nice girth. Beautiful. I got to look at it that afternoon when he got offwork. We met in a wooded area, and I got down to my knees in front of him. It was big, manly, and I hungrily put my mouth right on it. I sucked and licked his balls and that cock expertly as I possibly could, and he thrust his hips deeper down my throat, his groans making me soak my panties. It wasn't long until he blew his load, right onto the ground. I wasn't yet ready to swallow if I didn't know how a guy cums. And cum he did. A lot. Together we walked back to the tram, and sat in the very last car on the very last seats. He kissed me, and I felt my head begin to swim. I was wanton, and he knew it, because at that moment, his hand slid down my pants right to my womanhood, and began to finger me. I took a sharp breath, followed by staggering ones, and I climbed higher and higher to that precipice, the danger of ecstasy flowing through my veins, and I held my breath as I felt wave after wave of my orgasm. When I was done, he kissed me once more, and after that, we were officially together. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. It was two weeks before we officially consummated our relationship. I was on my way to work, and he rode along with me. My job was in a big office building, and all the businesses except for the one I worked for was closed for the weekend. We were hot and ready, and John looked around before he says, "let's go to the bathroom." We went to the women's restroom, and he instructed me to pull down my pants and face the stall door. I did what I was told, and felt his hand grab my hip and his other hand guide his big thick cock inside my dripping pussy. It was tight, and he let out a guttural moan as he pushed his way deeper inside me. At the hilt, we both sigh simultaneously, and he starts to thrust as I grab onto the door for leverage. I was in heaven, and I was ready to really get into it when he pulled right out and steps back and cums into the toilet. Story of my life. He apologizes and I head to work. It was only a few days later when we had another chance at a hotel, and the fucking lasted at least an hour. Then another week later I moved into my new place of shared housing (shared bathrooms and kitchen), and that was when I found out the animalistic nature of his sex. He was a dom. The fucking never seemed to end. I was dying to cum, but it felt so good, and I never wanted it to stop. He commanded me, stretched me wide, clipped my nipples, clipped my pussy lips, paddled and<b> whipped </font></b>my fat ass. He tied me to the bed, the door, the shower curtain rod. My favorite was when he bent me over the dresser fucking me from behind, grabbing my hair by one hand and my chin by the other, and forced me to watch us in the mirror. My screams could wake up the entire building, but noone came to my door to tell me off. I guess they liked listening. I will never forget that man. |
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