A hooker for my husband - Sex Stories

A hooker for my husband

... litres of come flooded into my mouth. I drank it down, as his hard big cock throbbed, and twitched in my mouth. At last he was spent, and fell back onto the bed panting. I took the bubbly from the cooler, and poured two glasses, I gulped the first down, savouring the cool refreshing liquid. Then sipped the second. I’d not finished the second, when he said “Suck me, I want to fuck you again!” “So soon?” I questioned. Surely he needed more time to recover. “Fucking suck my cock whore,” he commanded. I did his bidding, his words exciting me again. No sooner than his cock was in my mouth, than he was hard again. I sucked his cock, sucked his balls. Used my tongue, used my experience, while he sipped Champers. “Now straddle me, ride my cock you fucking bitch, let me watch you fuck yourself on my hard cock. Take it all whore.” He panted. I did as he asked, squatting above him on my heels. I lowered my cunt, holding his cock in one hand and guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy, held myself open with my other hand, and guided him in onto his hardness. I had it all inside me, then I fucked him, slowly at first, gradually faster, but always holding him deep. His hand held my hips, as he thrust his hips upwards, suddenly I wasn’t fucking him, he was yet again fucking me. I ached, but came again. He fucked me for hours, his stamina was unbelievable. When he came, it was always in copious amounts, flooding my mouth, my cunt, or best of all my arse. Then his time was up. Four hours he’d fucked me, I didn’t believe it possible. Lost count f my orgasms. I was totally, and utterly fucked.