The Weight Of A Bigger Man - Sex Stories

The Weight Of A Bigger Man

... the bathroom. "Come on in here, now, we'll be like an old married couple. Stand there."

He positioned me in front of the sink, where I'd normally brush my teeth. He stepped over to the toilet and stood and peed.

I watched his golden stream and continued to brush. He finished, flushed, and came over to me shaking the last bits of piss out of his now flaccid penis. It splashed my toes. "OK, no spitting, now, swallow it all up."

I sucked every bit of cum off the bristles and showed him my open foamy mouth. He nodded. I swallowed. I opened again. He nodded again. "Good girl," he said and left the bathroom.

I was a sight. Red handprints on my hips, ass, and thighs, makeup raccooned around my eyes, lipstick long gone, lower face glistening from all manner of bodily fluids, hair completely disheveled and knotted. I came out of the bathroom and was handed my dress and heels.

"Hurry up, now, I need to call the wife and kids before they're in bed. Time zones and all..."

I put my dress on and walked out into the hall. I didn't bother putting my heels back on. When the elevator came, my underwear was still in the corner of it. They were torn anyway, so I left them there.

I ran my fingers through my hair in the elevator mirror so I didn't look like a complete mess, and tiptoed quickly through the lobby out into the street to hop in a waiting cab.

I masturbated while recalling the highlights and came quietly just before the cab got me home. I came again in the long bath I took once upstairs, and again replaying it all as I drifted off to sleep.