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Hotwife Speed Dating

An old classmate’s BBC to satisfy all my holes

“Interests?”

“Fuckin’”

“Size?”

“Nine in’”

“Kinks?”

“Pussy lickin’”

This man is so boring. I’ve had more nine inches cock that he could ever imagine, in my life. That’s no novelty.

Pussy Licking? I take it for granted. Who the fuck doesn’t eat pussy, these days?

I write down my notes and tell him it’s enough.

I’m disappointed because he looked promising. Muscular, bald, black. So big, I’m sure he could lift me easier than one of the weights he uses at the gym.

But come on… you come prepared to our Hotwife Speed Date. My girlfriends and I are not the typical women you would find at such an event. After all, backed by our willing husbands, we look for stronger emotions… for bigger cocks. It’s as clear as day.

This last man would surely please me, but he wouldn’t provide any new experience to me. Such shallowness… can’t satisfy me.

Bip. Bip. Bip.

Time’s up.

“Next.”

Another black man sits in front of me. I don’t even look at him, at first. Any man works for me. I don’t care much about their looks.

“Interests?”

“Brunettes. Big tits. Big asses.”

Well, well. This is an answer that seems tailored to me, at least. My dark short hair and D cup tits would surely entertain this man if he likes such women. My ass isn’t huge, but I’m sure he’d not complain.

I write down the answer in my notebook and look at him. Our eyes meet for the first time.

“Nat?”

I look at him better. How can he know my name? Did I have sex with him, already?

Then, something clicks.

“Dustin?”

“The fuck, it’s really you!”

“Wow… you look so… different,” I manage to say.

His eyes and his smile made me recognize him, but apart from that… the little, black classmate from twenty years ago, has blossomed into a wonderful man.

“I’ve lived abroad for a couple ‘years. But tell me about you… how the fuck did you end up here?”

“I’m free to be naughty, that’s all to say.”

Yes. That’s the only reason. I think most women would love to fuck other men. They just didn’t get lucky enough with their husbands.

“Well, I won’t judge. And whatever happens, this will stay between us.”

“And my hubby,” I think.

“Let’s finish this — Dustin — before our time ends. We can get in touch later.”

“Sure we will.”

“Size?”

“You must have heard of it, back at school.”

“They talked a lot of poppycock about you.”

He grins. He perfectly knows what they were saying about him at school. Mostly, it wasn’t anything good.

“Ten inches.”

Now, this is getting interesting. But I pretend I’m not impressed.

“Kinks?”

“Bondage taping.”

“Seems… interesting.”

I’ve not had many men with bondage interests. Moreover, with tape? Never happened. But I’ve seen videos, I know what he’s talking about at least. Something new, finally.

“With plastic wrap.”

“What?”

Now, I’ve not seen this.

Bip. Bip. Bip.

“Time’s up. I can show you if you choose me.”

Dustin stands up and moves to my friend Gabriela, two metres from me.

I’m going to fuck him.

The fact he’s an old acquaintance of mine… just adds to the thrill.

I don’t know if Dustin has met one of my girlfriends, but I don’t care.

We share. A lot. Especially ten-inched, handsome men.

But I’m the naughtiest of the lot. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t had a chance to try his kink on the others.

Hubby brings me to the hotel. As always, he has looked at me getting prepared for the night, choosing lingerie, and even helped me preparing my little hole with a dildo. I need to be ready for Dustin’s monster cock, wherever he needs to put it.

Then, hubby goes home. He knows he has to wait for my message, which may come tomorrow if things go well. I want time, to explore something new, to me.

Dustin is waiting for me in the Hotel hall. There’s a lot of people, nobody is going to notice me. The room he got isn’t huge, but there’s a bed, a chair, a desk.

We don’t talk much. He doesn’t even kiss me. The first thing he does is blindfolding me with black silicon tape. Then, he slides down my dress, exposing the black lace underwear I’ve worn for him.

“Gorgeous,” he says. “I can see why most of the guys jerked off thinking of you, in high school. How many did you fuck?”

I don’t answer. I know he’s playing with me, and anyway…

Ten? Twenty? Thirty? I wasn’t counting. I just enjoyed the cocks.

He pushes me to bend on the desk. His hand hits my butt so hard, I squeak.

“Fuck… Dustin!”

“Shut up. I ask, you answer. If not, I punish you.”

“Fuck… I don’t know… a couple…”

A hard spank. Then another. My entire body shakes.

“Slut.”

“Ouch. It hurts!”

“You’re talking too much for my tastes. You’re in my hands, tonight, right?”

“Yes, I am, Sir.”

That’s what we agreed. I would be his, and call him Sir.

I’m not the type to chicken out.

“So, let me guide you. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Well… I’m never been much into spanking, to be honest. But his hands on my butt just now… it both hurt and felt good.

I like to be direct and dominant, usually.

I fuck men, not the contrary.

But this feels nice, for a change.

“Now, if it’s clear who’s in the lead, stand up.”

I straightened myself, and wait. Dustin unhooks my bra, then removes my panties. Any other man would have jumped on my tits by now, or pushed me on the bed and licked and fucked my pussy.

He’s no any other.

I hear him fetching something, and soon feel the cold, tender touch of thin plastic wrapping my hands down my sides, then my legs together.

“Stay still,” he commands me.

Not that he needs to: I’m using all my concentration not to fall.

His hands guide me to the bed, now. Face up. He pulls my knees to my chest and adds a layer of wrap to block them in that position.

I’m completely powerless. My arms are sweating already, in the plastic. My boobs are squeezed so much, it hurts. But my pussy and ass are exposed since there’s no plastic around my butt.

I breathe heavily, now. With excitement.

Dustin must be looking at my pussy right now. Maybe observing my pulsating lips or my little rosebud. Or is he taking photos of me? Smelling my sex, maybe?

The anticipation for his next move kills me. And the fact I can’t complain, whatever he decides to do, even more. From what I know, he may even invite a friend to fuck me and just watch, while another man uses my holes as he prefers.

The possibility makes me shiver. I can’t say I would mind. Being constrained makes me want to be used… to be an object, in the hands of one or more men. I wouldn’t care.

It must be Dustin’s cockhead the one caressing my lips, though, because I didn’t hear any other movement in the room. And it feels so big. Like a juicy apricot, spreading precum on my lips as I lay, defenseless, on the bed.

“Open your mouth,” he orders.

I do, accepting the enormous pulsating tip inside me. So much, my jaw hurts while I try to fit it in.

My God… it tastes so good! Dustin’s cock is leaking so much precum it seems he’s cumming. I lick and lap, cleaning the head, but it’s never enough. Its scent is intoxicating even more than its taste.

I know I can focus better on my other sense when I’m blindfolded but… this is on a complete, different level than I’ve ever experienced.

I can’t move. Most of my body feels already numb due to the wrapping and the particular position. My mind is occupied by the wonderful cock sliding in and out my mouth. Just the tip is already enough to make me choke, and since I can’t cleanse myself, copious drool is lining my face, falling on the sheets.

“Good slut. I know you can behave.”

Not like I have a choice, anyway. I’ll not pronounce the safeword. I’m too proud to surrender.

While I suck and lap on his cock, I feel his hand reaching for my pussy.

“Wet and juicy, like I want it.”

He slides two fingers inside me, just like that.

Fuck, even his fingers are huge. He hooks my pussy, pushing his cock deeper in my mouth while he rubs on my g-spot. I tremble, shake, moan my pleasure on his cock and fingers.

How’s it possible, I feel so horny?

My cunt is leaking juices.

Fuck… I’m squirting on my ex-classmate’s hand.

And just as I cum, flooding the sheets, he explodes too. The tip of his cocks starts pulsating, and his groans grow… and suddenly, a river of cum is spurting into my mouth, then on my lips, face, and chin.

It takes a little for me to come back to my senses. The smell and taste of his spunk make this so real. I wonder if it’s already the end… if he is going to send me home, after cumming on my face.

I couldn’t be so wrong. Dustin drags me to the edge of the bed, and I feel his cock pushing against my pussy entrance.

He’s still hard! My God… he’s going to fuck me right away!

He pushes his cock inside my drenched pussy, and my heaven begins.

I’ve rarely felt so stretched and used, in my entire life. My pussy is almost ripping… but even the little pain is nothing compared to the pleasure of his monster tip pulsating against my cervix. And as he rocks his hips back and forth, he massages my inside making another orgasm grow inside me, so fast, it takes me by surprise.

“I’m gonna cum… don’t stop fucking me…”

This time, I moan, freely. His entire length goes in and out of me, but when I explode my muscles push him entirely out. Together with another stream of squirt I soon feel dripping down my ass.

My head is spinning in the aftermath of my orgasm. I can’t yet focus when he speaks again.

“I’ve told you not to speak, didn’t I?”

He grabs me and turns me around. My face is on the sheets, my ass locked upwards. His tongue slides up and down my pussy, then to my rosebud, then inside it.

Dustin is tongue-fucking my ass. For real? His strong laps feel like a small, tender cock violating me. And my already prepared asshole opens to invite him in.

He spanks my butt, then gets back to lick me, then spanks me again. And every time, I feel shivers through my entire body.

“Let’s see if the slut loves a cock up her ass, too.”

The tip of his cock is pressed against my butt… he finds the hole… he pushes on it.

I think I may faint. This time, I seriously risk my ass to rip. His cock is simply too big to fit. When the tip locks inside me, I’m almost crying.

But he pulls it out and spits on my hole, then tries again. The second time he slides in easier. It still hurts, the third thrust.

Soon, he’s ramming his cock in my guts. I can’t know how much of it I’m taking… but it surely feels like the whole package. The man’s groans excite me.

I’m completely owned.

“I’m going to fill your dirty ass,” he announces.

I willingly wait for him to explode in my guts, and almost have another orgasm when he gives the last push and stops all the way inside me, then unload his balls there.

I’m so full of him… all dirty in Dustin’s cum. I don’t think I’ll need any other man for a month, after his cock.

“This is just the beginning,” he announces, cutting the wrap and freeing me from its grip. “Have a shower and get ready. I’m going to fill your pussy, too.”

It’s going to be a long night for my holes.

But this is what I want, what I crave for.

A huge black cock to satisfy all my holes.

And a caring husband home, waiting for me.

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This story is part of the March Madness Group Challenge. My thanks to Bella Cooper for organizing it.