A Cock, After Almost Six Months

A few drinks after work and an invitation back to his place. It doesn't get much cornier that that, does it? Even when the 'he' in question was in his early 30s and married. His wife was away on a case, she is a barrister, and we had the place to ourselves. I don't know why I agreed but I guess deep down I was ready. We kissed, of course, and he made the usual foreplay, but then I stopped him. "Don't think about the answer. Just tell me, right here, right now. What would you like to see me do most of all?" His response was hesitant. I knew he wanted to say something, but he thought he would fuck the moment up if he got it wrong. So, I said, "Listen. We are going to fuck no matter what you say now. You and I will fuck tonight, ok?" So, he said, "I would love to watch you masturbate. I've never, ever, I've never seen a girl do it." I asked about his wife. "Oh God no! I mean, don't get me wrong. She's great in bed, but she won't do stuff like that for me." Right there I decided I'd do something really special for him. I asked him to take me to their room, and it had to be their room. I took in the room at a glance. Bed big enough to land a 747 on, amazing decor, and what I was hoping for: a laundry hamper. I asked him to strip, then I sat him on the bed, and then I slowly stripped naked. (Which didn't take too long since I didn't have that many clothes on.) Then I took the lid off the hamper, and right on the top was what I had wanted: a pretty little pair of white panties that were stained and still moist. His eyes bugged as I picked them up and brought them to the bed. I began my usual masturbatory routine by rubbing my tits with the panties and then laying them on my tummy. I spread my legs and began playing with myself. I was wet as fuck, mostly because I was anticipating his cock which, by now, was swelling to a very impressive size. Very impressive. I asked if his wife has a vibrator. He rummaged in a bedside drawer and pulled out 12 inches of white plastic. "You see. I know she uses this and I'd love to watch her do it, but she says it's private time." I switched it on and it buzzed pleasantly in my hand. I ran it down to my clit and it gave me the shivers. Then I spread my legs really wide and positioned it on my hole. "Er, you know. It's, it's been inside her." I looked him straight in the eyes as I slipped it all the way in and began fucking myself with it. As I got closer, I picked up her panties, and found her wet spot and put it into my mouth and sucked hard. My whole head seemed to fill with her scent. I don't think he had seen any woman ever do this. Every girl I have ever tasted has a subtle difference to her scent; something that makes her unique. Alison smelled sexual, certainly, and if I got the chance to lick her out for real, it would be amazing. As I sucked her panties. I imagined her and how she feels each day. Does she, like me, have times during the day when she feels really horny? Does she think of David? Does she have to go to the bathroom at work and rub one out? There was a slight salty tang too. Was that David’s sperm? Or does Alison have a secret lover? What if she is an opportunist? What if, for the first time in her life, she has let a complete stranger fuck her? Then there was that faint after hint of pee that I find so erotic. I know that in the wild, females will urinate to show they are receptive for mating.  Anatomically, because everything is so close together down there, pee has to carry cunt juices. It's the same with us I guess. Maybe that's why I like peeing as part of sex. Or maybe I'm just a dirty bitch. Alison's vibrator is inside me, buzzing gently. Knowing it's been up her was really getting me close. Also, I knew what I was going to do with her panties after my orgasm. "I'm going to cum on your wife's vibrator. When I have, put it back, so next time she uses it, she'll cum with me inside her." With that, I sucked hard again on her panties and gave in to the orgasm I had been holding off. It wasn't as huge as I was expecting; I think I was holding that off for the main act. When I'd finished, I put his wife's panties on. He was on me in an instant; it was almost rough, almost savage. He yanked the material to one side and plunged deep inside me making me cry out. Then he proceeded to fuck me through the bed. I had one more thing to try. "Call me her name. I think sex with her is a little tame, is t it? I think you want more eroticism from her, so, pretend I'm her." The pace and ferocity of his fucking was intense. This wasn't love making. The intensity increased and, "Ohhhhh, Alison!" burst from his lips. But I knew there was more. "Go on. Really go for it." I felt a hand around my bum and a finger pressing against my bumhole. Then, thanks to my abundant wetness, it sank in. Deep! "Ohh, Alison. You fucking whore. You fucking cunt. I want you so badly!" I was bucking against him and pulling him ever deeper inside me. I felt several micro-orgasms come and go, each one building, but none absolutely shattering. I knew where that would come from. I started to resist. Instinctively, I bet there was something else Alison wouldn't allow. More than just a ban on watching her masturbate, or rough, passionate sex, there was something else. So, I reached down and pulled him out of me. I guided his cock down to my bumhole. "Go on, then, David. You've asked me Time and time again to fuck my arse. Well, tonight's your lucky night." I'll give him his due. He must have been so desperate to do his wife like this; but he entered me gently until all of his cock was up my bum. That's when I felt it. I felt the stirring of something massive deep in my belly. As he fucked me he kept up his aggressive, sexy talk. "You dirty cunt. Take me up your fucking arse. Ohhhh Alison. Ohhh, I'm gonna cum. Ohhh, Alison.  I love you baby!" I replied with, "Yes. Ohhh David, I love you." I swear to God. I felt every pulse of sperm he shot inside me; every single pulse. My own orgasm removed me from this plane of existence. He felt guilty afterwards for calling me Alison. I didn't mind in the least! He more than made up for it though. He has a masterful tongue, which he really knows how to use on a girl. He licked me out and masturbated me several times that night. Just as it was getting light, and with neither of us having slept, he made love to me. I asked him for a favor. I wanted two things from him. First, I wanted to be made love to romantically (My period was due. What are you gonna do?) I asked him to do it as tenderly and as romantically as he could bring himself to do. The second thing I asked for was a love bite or three! (I like the pain.) While he was inside me, just as I was approaching my, God knows how many, orgasm of the night, he whispered into my ear something no man has ever said, "Ohhh, Claire. I love you. I love you so much. Let me make you pregnant." I swear to God, I have never cum so hard. When he climaxed, I felt it go into my womb! What a night! A night of masturbation, fucking, role play, and using his wife's panties. I am sore today while writing this; but sore in a good way. Also, the love bites are hidden when I'm clothed. I truly needed that fucking. It's been too long.