Bernie's House of Bangers - Sex Stories

Bernie's House of Bangers

... menu and, grinning, countered her thrust with my friendly repartee. "So, does that mean you prefer the Spotted Dick?"

We sure weren't talking about the menu anymore. I thought I'd got the best of my buxom buddy, Betty but her grin widened like the Cheshire Cat before she struck back. "Oh, I do enjoy it now and then, Bob but I don't think I'd recommend it for you. I have a feeling you're more of a 'Hot Pot' kind of guy."

Right... so, no way were we still talking about food and I again let my gaze roam Betty's luscious breasts. "About being banged, Betty. How would you like a chance to play with Santa's sack?"

The next thing I knew, Betty and I were hurrying back to the kitchen and ducking into the walk-in fridge just as old Jose was plating an order of Scotch Eggs. I didn't think much about those, though, because Betty quickly found my eggs and gave them a hard squeeze.

"No more banter, Bob. I'm gonna suck your cock until you are as hard as the Tower and then I want you to give me that banging you promised me. Can you do that for me, Bob?"

Silly question, but fortunately I didn't need to answer. Betty yanked my holly-jolly red Santa bottoms down and virtually inhaled my rampant rod. I gasped, maybe because my ass was pressed against a frigid keg of stout, but more likely because of how easily I slid down her throat.

Betty moaned and slobbered, pulling at my flesh like she was sucking the meat from a chicken bone. Her fingers dug into my skin and I could ...

... only stand and quiver as she sucked. My god, this girl could suck dick, and I might have lost it if she hadn't stopped to unbutton her top.

"You've been staring at my boobs ever since you came in. I bet you'd like to come all over them. If I let you fuck me, will you pull out and squirt your cream on my tits?"

Well, being a gentleman, how could I refuse?

Right, and fuck you again, but I did manage to nod.

"Good boy," Betty giggled and then bent over a case of canned salmon before raising her skirt. Her ass was big and firm and I couldn't resist slapping my hand across it.

"Ouch," Betty yelped, and her gaze grew hot as she stared back, daring me to spank her again. "That's it, make my ass nice and red. I want it hard now. Fuck me, Bob. Come on, fuck me nice and deep."

By then, my cock was throbbing and I slammed it inside her. There is nothing like the sensation of a wet cunt taking my erection, and I grunted as my shaft slid all the way in. I rode her hard and fast, driving her into that case of canned fish.

(Yeah, I know that scene is just aching for a pun, but I was in the middle of fucking Betty, so I really didn't give a shit about finding it right then, okay?)

Round women can take a pounding and that's just what I gave her. We were making some hellacious noise. Maybe fucking sounds different in Spanish, but for whatever reason, Jose and Maria left us alone.

By the time my balls were ready to pop, Betty's inner thighs were slick with her juice. I ...