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Born To Fuck
By: NoSayQuien (nosayquien@yahoo.com)
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Born To FuckI’m forty-six, or will be in about a month. I’m married, with two ki**. And with a prick that doesn’t get nearly enough action to keep it satisfied. When I was younger, I never would have said anything like that. I liked sex, of course, but it really wasn’t a focus for me. I worked hard from grade school through high school and college; then I got a masters in accounting. I never really socialized or partied during all that time. I was focused mainly on my studies, and then on my work. In fact, I got a good job right out of grad school and have been moving up regularly in the firm. I’ve been there fifteen years, and I expect I’ll be a senior partner in another year or so. That means profit sharing, and more money, and naturally I’m looking forward to that. But what I really like best about my career is the public acknowledgement. I’m the outside man for the firm, and do a lot of presentations.
Ilove this aspect of the work, and I’m pretty well known in accounting circles in the Midwest, which is where I’m from.
As I’ve already said, I did get married (just a year before I got my masters). It happened rather unexpectedly, and without a lot of drama, and I took it in stride. My wife Tricia and I have had ki** (and thus sex), and we still do have sex, and I still like it with her.
However …..
When I hit forty, and I didn’t tell anyone this, something kind of clicked. It was almost like those little time for service lights that pop up on the dashboard whenever you hit the next mileage marker for service in your car. Suddenly, I was consumed by sex. It’s actually hard to explain it, because it was so contrary to what I thought of as my normal personality.
For whatever reason, my fantasies started going into overdrive, and these fantasies were all about getting my fucking prick deep into the velvet cunt and the rough, tight ass of almost whatever woman I might run across, and specifically including my wife’s best friend.
Sandra was special. Funny, I didn’t know it till the time for service light went off inside my brain. She’d been friends with Tricia for at least five years before I hit my fortieth, and they had worked together on a number of charitable projects. I saw her around the house, and at benefit galas, and even at soccer games once in a while, since we both had ki** in the same league. But Inever paid her much attention (because I just wasn’t paying attention to sex).
But then I did.
As my hormones started raging, or whatever it was that turned me on, I began noticing that Sandra was incredibly sexy. She is not conventionally beautiful. For instance, shedoesn’t have big tits (as my wife doesn’t either), and you wouldn’t think of her as model material. But she does have a way of looking you in the eye, and moving her body, that I guess I just hadn’t tuned into before. Once I picked up on the frequency she was broadcasting, I began to receive lots of what I thought were very sexy signals. For probably six months, I became more and more consumed with thoughts of fucking her. But I never said anything, or did anything, or at least not anything of which I was consciously aware.
But I can tell you about the first time, when it all came to a head. Sandra was at the house working with Tricia on putting together a newsletter, with their papers all spread around the dining room table.
This was a Saturday, and I was home doing some work in my home office. Icame out, heading for the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and stopped to chat with Sandra (and my wife). Tricia said she’d make the coffee, and told me to keep Sandy company. I guess you could say I did; nothing special right then; just talked some, maybe about vitamins or something, but while I was talking I suddenly got the idea that Sandra wanted me. Wanted to fuck me, I mean. That thought had never crossed my mind before, and it did on this Saturday simply because of the way she looked at me. Youshould try that, Steve, she said, and licked her lips. I don’t remember what it was she was recommending I try, because I swear I tuned into a frequency in which she was saying, I want to fuck you so bad.
When Tricia came back, I was literally dizzy. I said my goodbyes, and took my coffee and went back to my office, but that was the end of work. I just sat in my chair, pushed in under my computer table to disguise what I was doing, and started stroking myself. I can tell you, I was plenty hard and wet.
It felt so good to have my prick so slippery in my hand, and I had to struggle not to go into a frenzy, lying on the carpet and jacking myself off while I whispered Sandra’s name. But I had to restrain myself, or at least I thought I did. What I wanted to do was to fuck her silly!
And maybe the world is ultimately controlled by our minds, after all, which is a theory that some people have. Within thirty minutes, my wife was knocking on my door. Ipushed my wet dick back into my pants as I said, come in.
Honey, she said, will you give Sandra a ride home? Her husband dropped her off, and he was going to pick her up on the way back from his office, but he got held up, and she needs to get home to get dinner going.
Sure, no problem, I replied, while the liquid oozing out of my prick glided over the wet patch in my underpants, almost making me come.
In the car, I was a little constrained. I didn’t have experience seducing women, and while I had the sense that Sandra was sending me signals, I didn’t really trust that. It could have just been wishful thinking. And whether it was or not, what was I going to do about it? Luckily, Sandra took the initiative for me.
I tried to chat it up as we drove along the country road towards her home, about fifteen miles out of town, down by the river.
She didn’t say much, but she kept looking me, and I kept getting that broadcast message: I want to fuck you. I never would have claimed that, or said that to anyone, and it was unprecedented that I was even letting myself think about it, but I couldn’t think about anything else. As we stopped at a railroad crossing, with the huge freight train lumbering by like an earthquake and tornado combined, the noise drowned out everything and overwhelmed my senses.
Sandra unbuckled her seat belt, and said, turn off the engine; this freight will take ten minutes. Happens every day. Then, she started unbuckling my belt with her left hand, pulling it tighter, to loosen the center pin, while she undid the buttons on my jeans with her right.
I started to say something, when she put her right hand over my mouth, and then raising her head, and getting on her knees, put her mouth on mine. It was the lighted and most incredible open-mouth kiss I’d ever experienced. She worked on getting my pants open the whole time she did it.
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Now, she said, I finally have you. My slick dick was standing straight up, totally covered with my precum, which had been pumping out of me. Sandra’s brown hair cascaded into my lap, lightly stimulating me, as her mouth went over my dick.Fuck my mouth, she hissed at me. Fuck me, Steven. Fuck me!
Her hands caressed my balls, and then I felt her slippery finger go right behind my balls, and keep on going, pushing my wetness back, and then she slid that finger right up my ass.
Her mouth was on the tip of my prick, sucking greedily, her left hand held and stroked my slick shaft and her right index finger was pushing rhythmically into my asshole.
I came in her mouth so quickly that I couldn’t believe it. She kept sucking on me, and I never gotlimp. Suddenly, my prick, far from being exhausted by the shattering orgasm I’d just experienced, needed her more than anything in the world. I didn’t care about anything else. Ijusthad to get my prick into her.
The train was still barreling by, shaking the ground and making the car vibrate. With her hand on my prick, Sandra told me to get ready to roll. It can’t be more than a minute till the train will have passed, she told me, and there’s a little overgrown lane up there in about a mile.
She pointed to a place I’d never noticed before.
It was overgrown. I think it was an abandoned driveway, heading to some old house that wasn’t there anymore. Just out of sight of the road was a place to pull over, which is what I did.
When I turned off the car, I suddenly could smell Sandra’s steaming cunt. Pure sex was coming off her like waves, and as I turned to her, she pushed the passenger seat all the way back, and I moved over on top of and beside her, my hands pulling her mouth to me, and her fingers back at my belt buckle.
Sandra took off her underpants, and hung them on the shift knob, and I pulled down my pants as far as I could, and buried my cock deep into her. Looking into her face while I put my large hands around her waist, pulling her into me, I knew that I would never be the same again.
Sandra knew it, too. You fucker, she said.
You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to have your big fucking prick inside me. You fucker! You’re so good. I want that prick, and saying that, her tight little pussy grabbed onto my prick like she was doing it with her hand.
I must have pumped into her for ten minutes, slow, medium, and fast. Fast, faster, and light speed. I just couldn’t stop. Fuck me, yes. Oh, god you’re doing it to me. Fucker! Fucker! I want it, Steven. I want it, baby. You’re making me come. You’re making me fucking come. Oh, oh, oh!
I think Sandra came twice, or maybe even three times, and I was still going strong, probably since I had erupted in her mouth just fifteen minutes before. With my prick still rock solid and stiff as a rod, Sandra stopped me, and said, let me get on top. We switched places, so I was lying back on the seat, and Sandra sat on my prick and worked it with the muscles of her cunt. With her hands on either side of my face, and her eyes looking right into mine, she milked my prick till I reached a fever of desire. I didn’t care about anything but having my prick in her, fucking her. I had to have her.
Her smell was coating my balls and she put her hand down there and spread it over my mouth.
I want you to go home with my smell all over you, you fucker, Sandra said. Do you want it like I do? I want to fuck you all the time. I want your prick in me! Everything she said made me hotter and hotter.
I’m better than your wife is, aren’t I? she questioned. Your wife can’t make you come like that, can she? She doesn’t put her finger up your ass while she jacks you off in her mouth, does she? I know she doesn’t. Phone her up right now. Tell her you’re going to be late.
And I did that. While Sandra sat on my dick, and squeezed it with her amazing cunt, and licked my neck, I put in a call to Tricia, and said that I was helping Sandra get her garage door unstuck. I wasn’t even ashamed. All I wanted was my next come. That’s all I cared about. And that’s when I knew that something had clicked inside me. Now I knew that I was born to fuck!
