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My cell phone vibrated. “U free?” No emoticons were in the text message. She was horny. We met on a summer’s morning, a few years back, while we were waiting for the bus on our way to work; she smiled at me and asked if the bus was ever on time. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would jiggle and bounce each time the bus hit a bump in the road. Many times my cock grew hard from staring at her. She would never look up from her e-reader while she was seated. That is, till the day I got on the bus, spotted her seated and reading, and stood with my crotch directly in front of her face. Her eyes darted up from the e-reader; she stared at my crotch, and just as quickly darted her eyes back to the e-reader. “What are you reading?” I asked her with a smile. She looked up at me and pretended to be surprised as she replied, “Hey, good morning. I’m a bit late today, and was sure I had missed you. I got on at the bus stop before yours.” “Me too, I was extra generous with the snooze button this morning,” I chuckled. I asked her for her cell number, so we could text each other, if we were on our way to the bus stop in the morning. I told her etimesgut escort that I enjoyed her company, and would wait for her, if she was on her way to catch the bus. She quickly agreed and we exchanged cell numbers. She texted me late one night; weeks after we had exchanged cell numbers. She confessed to being hesitant to ask me over to her place for drinks and conversation. I had told her I was married. But, she enjoyed my company and wanted to entertain me at her palce. I agreed. She made it clear that nothing sexual was going to happen between us. She was having an affair with another married man. They had been together for seven years. And, he had promised her that he would leave his wife for her. Many times she had alluded to how rough I look, yet, stayed a gentleman when she was in my presence. I smiled at her and informed her that I was at her service. All she had to do was ask me to stop being gentlemanly to her. I got the reaction I had hoped for. She replied with a coy smile and confessed that a little rough is okay with her. Her married boyfriend was too gentle with her. I am not going to write about the first time I fucked the living shit out of her. I’ll continue from where I started this; the text message with no emoticon. I texted 3 back. That’s what I named her, number three. eryaman escort She was the third women I had introduced to rope, since deciding to seek sexual pleasure outside of marriage. “Leave the door open. Be naked in your hallway. I don’t have much time, see you in a few minutes,” I texted back. She rented the first floor of a house, a few blocks away from me. Being so close was perfect for a late night, or early morning quickie. “KK!” she replied. I arrived at her house and opened the door. 3 was standing in the hallway, naked. I grinned when I noticed she was not wearing her glasses. I make her take them off when I am about to get rough with her. As much as she complains about me hurting her, she has never asked me to stop, no matter what I do to her. The first time we fucked, I was brutal on her. I pounded her hard, slapped her meaty tits, stuffed her cunt with my thick cock and fingers, till she tore on the inside and bled. I made her suck our cum and her blood off my cock before I left her place. The next day she told me that I had hurt her. I asked if she didn’t like being hurt. She replied that she didn’t stop me, so she guessed it was okay with her. I walked in and locked the door behind me. She came to me and hugged me. “Please be gentle, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt sincan escort me again,” She panted in my ear. “I’ll do what I want to you,” I growled in reply her fake plea. I was going to be hard on her ass, very hard. She gets so fucking horny when I force her to do things. Reluctance and humiliation make her cunt drip. One time, we were in her bed after finishing a ‘vanilla’ session, at her request. After I had finished fucking her, she pouted and complained that I hadn’t made her squirt. I told her that she only squirts when I am rough with her. She begged me to make her squirt before I left. I slipped my left arm under her shoulders and pulled her against my chest, squeezing her tit hard and tugging at her nipple. I ordered her to spread her legs, and I slapped her cunt. As she got closer to cumming, I increased the force of the blows. She came hard, and squirted. She thanked me for making her squirt. I turned her around by the shoulders and pulled her close to me, grinding my semi erect cock in to her back. I started with her nipples, gently rolling them between my thumb and finger. She gasped and looked down at what was causing her so much pleasure. “I like when you do that,” she moaned. I released her hard, erect nipples and slapped both her tits hard. “Your tits jiggle and bounce so sexy, when I slap them, whore,” I growled into her ear. She yelped at the hard blow on her big tits. “Fuck me,” She pleaded, knowing full well that there wasn’t enough time for me to properly fuck her ass or cunt. “No, I want your ass,” I calmly informed her. She turned her head to look at my reflection in the hallway mirror.
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