I linked with Richard, a suave gent in his 50s, on Fabguys. His profile oozed control, and after some nasty chats, he picked me up in his sleek BMW from a quiet Birmingham pub. “My wife wants a show,” he said, voice low and commanding, making my dick twitch.
We pulled up to their posh Moseley flat, where his wife waited, mid-40s, curves hugged by a satin robe, eyes burning with desire. Straight to it. Richard’s lounge was moody, low-lit, a flatscreen blasting porn – a hung stud drilling a tight hole, moans echoing. His wife sat in a plush armchair, wine in hand, robe slipping to reveal soaked lace panties. “He’s sexy as fuck, love – fuck him senseless,” she purred, voice dripping lust.
Richard ripped my shirt off, my thick nine-incher springing free as my jeans dropped. He knelt, sucking me raw, tongue swirling my salty pre-cum, wet slurps loud and hungry. “Mmm, fuck, taste that cock,” he growled, his mouth stretching around me, gagging softly. My groans filled the air, “Ugh, shit, suck it deep,” my face tight with pleasure.
Richard grabbed a condom, sliding it over his veiny, girthy shaft with a smirk. “Ass up, now,” he ordered, dominance thick. I bent over the leather couch, hole pulsing. He slicked me with lube, fingers teasing my rim, coaxing a low, “Ohhh, fuck,” from me. His sheathed tip pushed in, my sphincter stretching with a hot burn, “Nngh!” I grunted, face twisting in a wince, then melting to moans, “Fuck, that’s big.” He thrust hard, each slam rocking me, “Unh, unh, take it,” he growled, his balls slapping my cheeks with wet smacks. “This hole’s fucking mine,” he snarled, voice commanding. The porn’s moans mixed with ours, the air thick with sweat and sex.
He hit my second ring, a sharp pop sparking pleasure-pain. “Ohhh, shit!” I roared, “Harder, fuck my ass harder!” eyes rolling, toes curling. “You love this cock, don’t you?” he taunted, pounding my prostate. “Ugh, yes, wreck me!” I moaned, voice raw, the mix of brutal, hole-splitting thrusts and slow, orgasmic grinds driving me wild. “Nngh, so deep,” I gasped, body trembling, cock leaking. “Take it, you needy fuck,” he grunted, “Unh, clench that hole.” The slaps of skin, my desperate “Ahhh, fuck!” and his “Gonna ruin this ass” filled the room. I came untouched, ropes of cum splattering the floor, “Ohhh, shiiit!” my body convulsing, a primal bellow tearing out as pleasure drowned me.
Richard pulled out, yanked the condom off, and barked, “Kneel, now.” I dropped, face up, and he stroked fast, “Open wide,” until hot, salty cum blasted my cheeks and beard, dripping thick as I groaned, “Mmm, fuck, yes,” eyes heavy with bliss. His wife shuddered, climaxing from the sight, her face glowing with lust.
We cooled off naked, sprawled on the sofa, sipping whisky, bodies buzzing. His wife’s hand grazed my thigh, whispering, “Next time, I’m in the action.” Richard smirked, “We’ll make it dirtier.” He drove me home, Birmingham’s streets quiet, my skin still tingling from the cum-soaked night.
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Raul's Adventures Chapter 1
Chapter One: The Ecstasy of Three
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