Sara

The characters in my stories are fictional. However my stories are 10% truth 60% fiction and 30% exaggeration.

I had been working as a cook in a nursing home when I met Steve. I wasn’t a virgin but I hadn’t had many lovers. I suppose I had always been a bit choosy. I was glad to have left college and be earning enough to rent my own flat. I was cooking the resident’s lunch one day when I saw the delivery van pull up. I thought it would be old Reg as usual, but the man I set eyes upon wasn’t Reg it was Steve. He was so good looking I felt a funny feeling inside.
“Lay a place for me that food smells good” he said
“Oh hello, where’s Reg?” I said
“Oh he’s on holiday, I’m doing his job for the next two weeks”
“I’ll look forward to seeing you next week then”
After he left my heart was pounding and I couldn’t get him out of my mind. That night I dreamt about him and woke with my pussy soaked. I knew I had to have him. I had never had to chat up anyone before and wasn’t sure how to go about it. The next week seamed to take ages to pass but finally the day came when Steve was due to do his delivery I squeezed my ample 34D breasts into an old 32C half cup bra. When I saw the van pull up I undid the top two buttons of my overall. It was so brazen but I didn’t care. When I saw him I could feel myself getting wet and my nipples forced themselves out of my ridiculously small bra. My breasts quivered at the beat of my pounding heart.
“Hello” I stammered
“Hello” he replied, his eyes twinkling as he eyed my ripe breasts
“Oh sorry I didn’t realise it was undone” I said doing up one of the buttons
“Oh please don’t apologise. If your cooking tastes half as good as it smells you must be a brilliant cook.”
“You’ll have to come round to my flat for a meal”
“That sounds good”
“How about tomorrow night”
“That would be fine”
I gave him my address and felt so excited. The next day was my day off and I went shopping for ingredients and also bought an incredibly sexy dress. I prepared the meal had a shower and put the dress on it was the shortest dress I had ever worn with a plunging neckline. I sat with a glass of wine waiting for him to arrive. I felt so naughty, my nipples stood erect like golf tees on my braless boobs My G string was already saturated with my love juice I couldn’t stop myself from playing with my protruding clitoris. When the doorbell rang I could hardly stand, my legs turned to jelly. When I saw him I felt so fucking horny.
I hardly ate any of the meal I had cooked. I made the excuse that cooking had taken away my appetite, but the truth was I had butterflies in my stomach and couldn’t wait to have him inside of me. After the meal I opened another bottle of wine and joined him on the sofa.
“That was a lovely meal” he said
“Don’t you think I deserve a kiss for it”
I said feeling hornier by the minute. He turned and kissed me long and passionately. As we kissed I straddled his lap. His hands cupped my swollen breasts and his thumbs teased my aching nipples. I wriggled frantically on his lap and was just about to undo his jeans when his strong hands were under my bottom and he lifted me so my legs were over the back of the sofa as his tongue lapped at the juices running down my thigh. He the sucked the juices from my G string before ripping it of and tonguing my aching cunt. I came like never before but his tongue continued to explore my pussy his teeth teasing my pussy lips and his nose rubbed my clitoris. I didn’t think I could take any more as he flicked his tongue over my swollen clit then sucking it as I came with a scream. When he put my down again his face was covered with my juices.
“You taste even better than that meal you cooked” he said
I was eager to taste his salty sweet cum. I undid his zip but couldn’t believe what I found in his underpants. He had the biggest, thickest prick I could ever imagine. 11 inches long and 5 inches in circumference. I knew I couldn’t accommodate that beautiful monster in my pussy.
“Don’t worry I’m not expecting us to make love” he said
I held this lovely thing in both hands pulled back the foreskin and licked his huge purple dome like an ice-cream. I licked slowly along the length and sucked his huge hanging balls. I then made a huge O with my mouth and sucked hard on his cock while wanking him hard. His gorgeous hot spunk hit the back of my throat like a bullet. It tasted so nice I sucked him till he was dry.
“I want you inside of me” I said
“Are you sure love”
“Please fuck me” I said feeling so horny after the taste of his cum.
“I’ll be gentle” he said kindly
I led him to the bedroom and put a pillow under my bottom and parted my legs as far as I could so my pink pussy lips parted. I put my hands under my knees to pull them apart and open my cunt wide.
“Please please fuck me” I begged
He rubbed his gorgeous brute against my pussy lips and my cunt ached in expectation. He then gently pushed it inside me. I never thought that pain could be so beautiful.
“Am I hurting you” he asked
“ Yes but don’t worry” I said “You hurt me so nice. Please hurt me make me have it”
He pushed some more and I climaxed there and then. He was as gentle as he could be but I could feel tears running down my cheeks. He stopped
“Don’t stop” I sobbed “Hurt me make me have it. Please darling fuck me”
His rod slammed into me I gasped. I knew I had taken all of him inside me. His balls slapped against my bum. Slowly and rhythmically he shafted into me, his hands mauling my boobs. It hurt but it was lovely. I came again and again until I lost count then eventually his cum poured into me and I let out an almighty scream of delight.
“Oh my darling I love you”
He withdrew and I licked the lovely taste of his and my juices off his huge tool, then I put my fingers in my sore pussy and licked then dry, repeating this time and again. This obviously turned him on. He took me to the shower and soaped my breasts then told me to kneel as he slid his erection between my tits and kneaded them as he shafted like made into them. Then I saw the beautiful sight of his lovely warm cum shoot through the air and land on my face. I licked it eagerly.
I asked Steve to move in with me. He reluctantly agreed after I said he was free to come and go as he pleased. It was wonderful to have such steamy sessions every night. One day I came home early and found him with a gorgeous black girl, ramming his tool into her for all his worth. I felt like a stranger in my own flat. After she had gone I flew into a rage. I asked him what he thought he was doing in my flat. He said I told him he was free to do as he pleased. I asked him who she was and he told me he had known her a long time. Her name was Rita
“What has she got that I haven’t?” I asked
“Well sometimes I need a good hard fuck, and with you I have to be gentle because your not ready for that yet”
“I’ll show you who’s ready for a good hard fuck” I said
I pushed him onto his back and whipped of my panties. Although my pussy was sore I had been excited by seeing him brutally fucking Rita and I was unbelievably wet. I got on top of him and eased myself onto his massive nob and literately bounced up and down on for all I was worth on his prick. He ripped of my top and watched my tits bounce in unison. I came in a multi orgasm. Steve was near to coming. I stepped off his tool and bounced on his face while flicking my tongue over his swollen gland. We both came simultaneously as his cum shot out I flicked my tongue all the more so his cum splattered over my face. Afterwards Steve said he wouldn’t be needing Rita any more.
My object in life was to please Steve any way he liked. His turn on was for me to walk about in revealing clothes while watching me from afar to see other men’s reactions. I got an incredible kick from this as well. On his birthday I gave him a special thrill by wearing a sheer nylon blouse that was so see through it was hardly worth wearing it, and a thin cheesecloth skirt with no knickers. I got so excited thinking of the good hard fuck I would get for my efforts that my juices ran down my legs. Every so often I would sit on the grass with my knees up to see men’s reaction to my soaking cunt. I always felt safe as Steve was around. Steve had great stamina and could fuck me as often as I needed which was very often. The great thing was just thinking about Steve was enough to make me ready for a fuck and Steve would always oblige no matter where or when. In alleyways, in woods and fields and once even on a bus. I have sucked his lovely cock in so many places, cinemas restaurants and even a pub. I loved it when he spanked me then rubbed oil on my red bottom before fucking me doggie fashion. He would like to fuck me against the wall with my legs off the ground wrapped around him. Another thing he liked was for me to wear thin summer dresses on freezing cold winter days until I was frozen then I would come inside and the contrast between his hot body and my cold body made for a great fuck. He loved to watch me masturbate with my vibrator and catch my flowing juices in a bowl then drink them. Steve had a Norton motorbike and liked to fuck me on it I love to feel the engines vibrations as he fucked me. Then one day he died in an accident. I felt devastated and cheated. I would never find a man to compare to him. I started to drink heavily and went into pubs on my own just to get laid. Although Im ashamed to admit it I would belittle and humiliate men who fucked me because they couldn’t satisfy me the way Steve did.