The Unconventional Mistress

I don’t know how many times I came when he finally dragged his tongue from my depths and nibbled along the soft firm flesh of my inner thighs and up to my tummy that had just a little pooch that no amount of sit-ups have ever been able to get rid of.

He seemed to find pleasure in that as well if the amount of time he spent licking and sucking on my flesh was any indication. I got pleasantly distracted when I felt his cock against my thigh and did a rough estimate in my head. No way!

I started to push him back so that I could see, but he chose to move up my body at the same time. With his lips touching my ear he whispered, “I’m sorry sweetheart but I have to have you now.” With those words he leaned over to the side and pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand.

He pulled out a condom and tore the wrapper open with his teeth, all the while staring into my eyes. So damn hot! How is this fair? How can he be so rich, so handsome and so damn good at this to boot?

He shifted and removed his slacks and shorts and I finally got a good look at him. “Mother of…” I almost pointed and asked if that thing was real, but barely restrained myself in time.

He pulled the condom from the wrapper and grabbed his cock to put it on. I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on that thing. Now I was feeling gauche, like I should say something, but what?

I looked from his massive cock to my poor hardly used pussy and though the shudders were real, I wasn’t sure if they were all from excitement or if there was a little bit of fear mixed in there.

“There’s no way that’s going to fit. I know I’m carrying a few extra pounds and you may not know how this works. But the size of my ass has nothing to do with the size of my hoo-hah and I’m here to tell you there’s no way in hell…”

He shut me up with his mouth on mine, condom forgotten for now. Our mouths fed off each other as they moved together sometimes with his tongue in my mouth, and sometimes with mine in his.

“I’ll make it fit don’t worry.” The look in his eye said he’d make damn sure of it and I was starting to second guess my decision to get into his car.

He knelt between my thighs to continue pulling on the condom and as if I had runaway tongue, I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“I didn’t know they made condoms that size. They putting rubbers on horses now?” I’d lost control of my tongue obviously. It was either the champagne or what he’d done to me between the car ride and dinner, whatever the reason I couldn’t seem to get ahold of myself.

But later for that, this shit is going to hurt. Still I couldn’t wait to tame that monster, or at least give it a good try. I got so mesmerized by his cock that I reached out to touch what looked like an elephant trunk before he could pull the condom all the way on.

His dick was hard and hot to the touch and I had the most insane urge suddenly, to take him into my mouth. It wasn’t just an urge, it was a need, a compulsion; something I couldn’t deny myself.

I figured if I could get my mouth around some part of his monster cock then there was a good bet it would fit part way inside my snatch. My thinking was very sound. He had to have fucked somebody at some point in his life.

And if those underfed bitches he’s accustomed to fucking can take it, I can definitely anaconda his shit. Where’s my playlist when I need it? This is the kinda shit you need the right music in the background for.

I pushed his hand out of the way and pulled the condom off. With my eyes glazed like a crazed cock hungry slut, I pulled his cock towards my mouth. It wasn’t chocolate but good damn.

It jumped in my hand and gave me my first special liquid gift of the evening. I looked at it like a specimen under a looking glass, not quite believing that I was seeing what I was seeing.

I got the hot and tingles between my thighs and would’ve rubbed them together if they weren’t spread so wide apart. I made the greedy sound I used to make as a child when cook made me one of her special Sundaes.

I licked all around the head of his massive cock that had to be at least four and a half inches around, and needed both hands, making him hiss with pleasure. Oh yeah, that’s the sound I want to hear.