The Move Chapter 5 Part 5 of 6

The Move
Chapter 5 Part 5 of 6

My juices coated his cheeks as he stood up. Once again, his ten-inch member stood at attention, swaying side to side slowly in front of me.

"Are you still willing to help out a friend, Mrs. Stilson?" He again put a particular emphasis on Mrs. Stilson. But the thought of that cock needing my 'assistance' overshadowed all good sense.

It was my turn to tease, and I dropped to my knees, now looking up at him. I leaned in, extending my tongue, as my left hand reached up and gripped his cock. Holding it against his body, my tongue teased the underside of his balls, tracing the tip of my tongue slowly back and forth. I did my best hungry-eyed stare while I licked them more firmly.

"Mrs. Stilson, you are perfect, my friend," he sighed as I continued to coat his balls, raising them one at a time with my tongue.

Next, I worked my way up to his shaft and watched his eyes close as I licked up to the tip. There was no doubt that he was the most enormous cock I'd ever seen, hands down. I wanted to savor every bit of it. As my right hand slipped around to his ass, I felt a rush of heat as I gripped his firm baby smooth ass cheek. My left quickly followed, and I grabbed one in each hand, licking his cock like an extra-tall popsicle from bottom to top. Then, as I worked back up his head, I let my tongue tip trace from his cleft around the rim of his helmet and back again.

His boner stretched with a pulse of blood, taking him to total stiffness. "Holy fuck, Mrs. Stilson, you make me so fucking hard."

With that, I released his ass and gripped his shaft with both hands. I noticed a dollop of glistening pre-cum nestled in the dip of his tip. I started slowly and milked his cock again, squeezing more. It began to ooze down the front of his cock, right at the man-clit. I pressed my flattened tongue against him, lapping up his sweetness, before plunging his head into my mouth and teasing his 'clit' with my tongue.

"Oh yeah, there's my cum-hungry, little cock-slut," he groaned, holding his hips and pushing his hard-on toward me with pride.

I nodded and began to suck him for real, with both hands gripping his shaft, taking him deep into my mouth. I plunged him in, trying for more, but he was too big for my throat, and I could barely take a third of him. Hearing his grunting moans made me try harder. My hands gripped his ass cheeks again, digging in for a solid grip as my head bobbed on his hot pole.

"Fuck, you want it all, don't you, Mrs. Stilson?" he asked, putting a hand on the back of my head.

I nodded and whimpered on his cock, as I pulled myself toward him, trying to relax my throat, maybe taking him a half-inch deeper. I tried again and again, to no avail.

"Damn, Mrs. Stilson, you are determined. Don't be disappointed; I've never met a woman who could take it all, and several have tried. But you do like having a real cock in your mouth, don't you?"

I nodded, ignoring the dig at Wayne, but he was right. I did love having his cock in my hands and my mouth.

"We both know where you need my cock, don't we, Mrs. Stilson?" His eyes cut through me, and once again, my willpower was obliterated by the sensation of his silky-steel cock.

I could tell he sensed the desperation in my eyes before surrendering to his cock yet again and nodding my agreement.

"And if I told you I want to bend you over your kitchen table and fuck you 'til you come screaming for my cock?" he said confidently, staring down at me.

My head was nodding emphatically before my conscious mind even grasped what he said, but he had hit the figurative nail on the head of the fantasy slide show that had played in my mind earlier. I had to know what it felt like to be pounded by such a massive cock.

"This day just gets better and better, Mrs. Stilson," he said, gently stroking my hair. "I promise you'll never going to forget this. I do have to admit, Mrs. Stilson, if you make me come in your mouth, I don't think I could recover for a third. You make me come so hard; I would need I.V. fluids to go a third time."

I raced, trying to grasp how this day spiraled so severely out of control. My marriage had many ups and downs, as they all do. I had never cheated on Wayne or even been close. Yet, there I was on my knees, a stranger's cock in my mouth, naked before him, pussy aching for him, even after two of the most powerful orgasms of my life. Even as he condescendingly petted my head, I knew I had to know what it felt like to have him inside. A part of me knew even if Wayne walked in at that moment if Mark commanded it, I would let him fuck me in front of him. I would beg him to fuck me while Wayne watched. Sadly, coming to that realization only made my pussy wetter.

His hand stopped petting me and gently pressed my forehead, pushing me off his cock. Knowing what was coming next didn't prevent the disappointment of not getting him to go in my mouth.

"Oops, got a little jizz on me." He smiled down at me and wiped his cum in my hair before petting my head again. "Do you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Stilson?" His hard cock glistened with my saliva, rocked side to side.

The rudeness of his tone and the use of the F-word only seemed to turn me on for reasons I can't explain. I nodded my head, already knowing that wouldn't be enough.

"Use your words, please, Mrs. Stilson. Tell me what you need me to do for you," he spoke calmly.

Something inside me just let go, and I stood up and looked him in the eye. His cock pressed against my belly, and I grabbed it firmly with my right hand and held it. I thought of it like my dildo, a tool to satisfy me when Wayne was away.

"I need you to stop talking and find courage. I need you to put your fucking cock inside me. I need you to bend me over the fucking table and slide your hot, hard cock inside me 'til I feel your hair on my ass. Then I need you to fuck me, Mark. I need you to stop talking about it, put your fucking money where your mouth is, and fuck me hard. I need you to keep your word, Gentleman Mark, and make me come twice out of your fucking respect for women! Otherwise, get the fuck out, and I'll get my little plastic buddy to do it myself."

It was all true. I needed it, and I was going to take it! Throwing his own words back in his face and questioning his manhood, I made sure I was going to get it.

"Mrs. Stilson, you fiery, little slut. You are just full of surprises. And you let me think your mom was the fiery one. Did I ever tell you how pretty you are with my seed on your face?"

I stood there, refusing to let him ruin my moment by allowing his arrogance to bother me. After he realized I wasn't going to react, he continued.

"Mrs. Stilson, I am going to give you what you need. Thank you for using your words, but you forgot the magic word. I think it's the least you can do before using me for your pleasure."

I stared up at him, thinking of a reply, but all I could think of was a calm, straightforward response. "Please fuck me, Mr. Thomas."

"Better. Now I'm going to need you to place both hands on the table and spread those pretty legs for me, ma'am," he said as he gripped the back of my neck firmly and pushed me into position.

As my hands hit the table, his boner pressed longways between my ass cheeks, filling my crack and then some. It was so warm and stiff that I cooed like a dove despite being treated like his plaything.

"Oh God, you're so fucking hot and hard," I gasped.

Both hands brutishly gripped an ass cheek, and he squeezed them firmly, rocking them up and down.

"What an ass, Mrs. Stilson, UM!" he grunted, and pulled his cock back, loosening his grip, then began to caress my ass with his palms. "Oh, damn," he said, sounding pleasantly surprised.

I found myself rocking my ass a little, trying to taunt him. Why it made me happy that he liked my ass, I don't know. But even as he treated me like a piece of meat, I felt sexier and more vibrant than I had in months.

"I just gotta bite it, Mrs. Stilson." He quickly dropped to a knee and began nibbling my buns as he squeezed and kneaded them.

My feet shuffled further apart, opening myself up a little more as he maltreated my buns. I could feel my labia open and close and rub together as he manipulated my ass.

"Your pussy is such a pretty pink and just dripping, Mrs. Stilson. Wayne is such a lucky man. Even your little, dark asshole is cute. This is too much."

Then I gasped as he spread my ass cheeks wide and licked me from clit to asshole and repeated four times in rapid succession. No one had ever licked my asshole before, and he was just shoving his whole face into my pussy and ass.

"Oh God," I sighed.

He suddenly stopped and stood up. "So sorry I got off track, Mrs. Stilson, but you are quite distracting, I must say. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah." His boner pressed back into my ass crack. "Mrs. Stilson needs fucked by a real cock..." He sounded like he was pondering life's great mysteries, as my pussy was once again screaming for relief.

He gripped my hips and pulled me back 'til my tits (now shrinking under the tension of the coating of drying cum) hung even with the edge of the table. His manhood remained pressed against me as we shuffled back. Then he stepped back, and I felt his hot, plump cock head push against my moist labia.

I exhaled and cooed again. Finally, I would know. But, of course, he removed it, and I felt him step in closer. His wrist touched my pussy, and then he slid his hand out from between us, and his cock head pressed into my belly, just above my muff.

"We need to prepare you, I think, Mrs. Stilson." He pushed down my hips, and I spread my feet further to comply. Then, he seemed to raise a little, pressing his shaft against my spread pussy.

I whimpered at the hot hardness pressed against me.

"Do you feel the scope of what you're dealing with, Mrs. Stilson? A much bigger issue to deal with than perhaps you're used to?" He began to rub his length against my slit, pulling out until the tip lined up perfectly to my opening, then sliding back forward 'til his pelvis met my ass, and his cock head touched my belly button.

"So much bigger," I whimpered. As it rubbed against my soaked cunt.

"Better than your plastic buddy?"

"Oh, yes! It's so much bigger and so much better. You're so fucking hard. You feel so good."

My cunt juices and saliva coated his shaft and as he rubbed it against me. It pushed hard against me as it strained to point toward the sky. I rocked forward and back, stroking him faster.

"You fucking love it, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I love your fucking cock. Please, fuck me with it, Mark. I need your fucking cock!'

"Are you gonna disrespect it again, Mrs. Stilson?" He pushed on my left ass cheek, holding me still, and his hand came in and pushed his boner down and away.

"No, I'm sorry, please don't..."

The cock snapped back into place, and he resumed at a slightly faster pace. I quickly felt myself building toward a climax just from rubbing against him.

My moans got louder and more intense.

"Whenever you come, Mrs. Stilson, I want you to scream that you're coming for my cock..."

"Yes! Thank you, Mark. Ah!"

"Much better manners, Mrs. Stilson, thank you. Do you still want your plastic buddy, Mrs. Stilson?"

"No, please, I need your cock it so fucking big. Oh, Mark, I'm going to come."

He pulled it away. "Not just yet, Mrs. Stilson. I want you to rub my cock against your clit and show me how a little cock-hungry slut makes herself come. Then you can tell me how much better it is than your little plastic buddy."

His cock snapped back against me, and he held it there. I reached down and grabbed the tip and rubbed it against me, as he had commanded.



To be continued