Because, right after that, she struck out a pose, her chin up and head held back, a leg out of the coat (I knew I was in for a treat), and asked, “How do I look?” Boy was I on fire then!
“Babe, you look so fucking hot, I wanna fuck you right now.” I took the hint from the leg she struck out of the coat.
That’s when she parted her coat and gave me a glimpse of heaven. That gorgeous pair of Double D’s, I could gobble. And down below, her tight pink warm pussy; shaved, hot, wet, and ready.
She came on in with that coat on, she’s wild that way. And the even better part? (Because the best parts don’t seem to end here.) As I lay on the recliner, drink in my hand, she got on her knees (we have Iranian rugs), took my hot shaft in her mouth, arched her back, and graced me with a view of her tight ass. As she sucked my cock, she looked right into my eyes, and I leaned forward, running my hand through the fur coat on her back, straight to the parting where the coat ended and her ass began, and plunged my horny finger in.
Chapter 2
Blessed In Every Way
Given everything that I have told you about, and all the things that I have not told you about yet, I am a blessed man. I am blessed in every sense of the word. I’m 6’3” tall, very toned, and well built. I could have worked out more and gotten buffed up, but I chose not to. I work out regularly, got the toned abs and the six-pack I wanted, and now I work out to stay that way. I mean, honestly, I have no desire to get so ripped that I become ugly, if you know what I mean, like those weird ass wrestlers on those supplement bottles.
So, I am perfectly content with my muscular and toned body. I inherited my father’s grey eyes and my mother’s rich brown hair. I have pretty much the same hairstyle and locks as Dr. Derek Shepherd, only mine are brown, so my wife, Natalia, calls me Mc Chocolate. Oh well, she did go out with Patrick a few times around the same time as we met, and now that she is my wife, I am sure you know which one of us is hotter and dreamier.
Going a little below the belt, I am sure you will want to know about the Falcon. Falcon is the name my wife has for my cock. Why, you ask? Well, Falcon 9 is actually a two-stage rocket designed by Space X company. Zoom in on two stage, please. My cock, at nearly 9 inches, 8.7 inches to be exact, well, you can’t wank it with just a hand. That is why I do not wank at all.
When Natalia is in the mood, or wants me to get in the mood, she strokes it. And, to do that, she needs to use both hands. Even both hands do not cover the entire shaft, but, anyway, that should explain the Falcon.
Initially, when Natalia and I started having sex, she could not really take it. The sex was not as good because I had to take care to not go all the way into her. She had to see her gynaecologist for that. There was no problem though, she was told to learn to relax and practice.
I know what you are thinking, and yes most people can easily take a nearly 9-inch cock, but people are different and my wife was not used to it. It is perfect now, though. Now that we have been trying for a baby for the past 2 months, the fucking is at an all time high.
On those days when Natalia is out of town, shopping or whatever, I miss her terribly. I and the Falcon both miss her. I can talk to her, Falcon can’t. I am not a big fan of having to jerk myself off with both my hands, and without her tight pussy, it is nowhere as close to pleasure as it should be. I am more of a fucker anyway, I do not like masturbating. I need the lips of her pussy to stimulate me.
It was during one of those nights when my wife was out of town for a week and I was horny as fuck and went to hangout with my mates. They are all rich bastards like me, so. Anyway, one of them noticed the tent in my pants, and you know how big a tent a 9 incher can make when you are not wearing any boxers, and asked me to relieve myself or something. I told him the same thing as I have told you, that my wife is out of town and jerking off is no fun for me. And it was then that he told me something I did not know I had secretly wanted since as long as I can remember.
Chapter 3
Blast From The Past
Thinking back to my high school days, there is one particular thing that I was really fond of. I was a popular guy in school. I was not popular just because I was rich, although it did contribute to that to an extent. But I know I would have been popular anyway. I was sexy, gorgeous, and well-built back then, just as I am now. I was actively into sports, I played almost everything, participated in swimming competitions, and I was the quarterback on the team.
You know, when you are playing in the field and every girl in the school has a chance to look at you? Well, I cashed all of it. Not to mention my excessive partying and all. But what made me really popular, and the base for my secret desire, goes back to my first swimming competition.
It was after our school had lost three games in a row to another school, none of which I participated in, that the swimming competition with that same school came. Almost everyone came to see, it was sort of highly anticipated, rivalry and all.
The girls went first, and I blame one of the girls for what happened to me. I knew I was gonna win, I knew I was good. But there was this girl, from the other team, I think her name was Chelsea. She came in second, but boy was she hot!
She came out of the swimming pool right where I was standing, and failed to realize she had a wardrobe malfunction. Her swimming suit had become see through after getting wet, and her little perky tits were gonna make their debut. But, before anyone could see, I went in and whispered in her ear, “You have got a wardrobe malfunction, babe.”
“What?” she said, taking off her swimming cap.
I wanted to say your beautiful tits are visible in all their glory, but, instead, I said, “Your dress is see through.”
“Oh my god,” she said, “What?” Then she looked down at her pair of melons, looked up at me, and said, “OH MY GOD!”
She grabbed her beautiful breasts with her own hands, realized she had a long walk to make, then said, “Do me a favor, will you?”
“Sure thing, hon,” I said, unsure of what she was gonna ask.
“I need you to… sort of hug me and carry me to the changing room for girls.”
Boy, was I getting lucky then. She pressed her chest into mine, her boobs against me, and we awkwardly walked to the girls’ changing room. And while we were at it, my soft cock brushed against her cold little pussy, and I ended up with a boner. She got shifty eyed and did not make eye contact once she felt my boner rubbing against her. We made it to the changing room and she ran in quickly.
Then it was time for the boys’ swimming competition. When I went to change, I realized the speedo was too short for my extra large monster. To make things worse, the Falcon was fully erect. I tried stuffing it in, to the sides, this and that, but nothing worked.
I was running out of time and the competition was about to begin, so I sort of thrust the falcon in, facing upwards and going to the side. Falcon’s beak was slightly visible from the waistband, but that was the best I could do then. The competition went fine and we won. I won.
The boys liked me for winning because we finally had at least one victory against that school. The girls, well, that’s another story. They saw the entire length of the Falcon as best as they could, and next thing I know, everyone wanted to ride it.
After the competition ended and people were leaving, I found Chelsea standing near the seats. She was looking at me and then gestured me to come toward her. I went to her, she was still wearing her bathrobe, and she told me she just wanted to thank me for saving her.
She kissed me lightly on the lips, and, I believe, deliberately pressed her boobs against my chest. Then she said, “Oh my god, you are the first guy I have ever kissed. That was my first kiss.”
“And do you regret it?” I said skeptically.
“No, no, of course not, I would not regret even if we…” she trailed off.
“Even if we…what?” I asked. I knew well what she meant or was going to say. I was loving the game we were playing, or I was playing. She was too naive and innocent.
“Nothing,” she said, looking away.
“You would not mind even if we fucked?” I said boldly.
“That is not what I was gonna say,” she said, glaring at me.
“Then, even if we had sex, is that what you were going to say?” I asked.
“Maybe. You know, I haven’t done it before, so I am not sure.” She said shyly.
“There is always a first time for everything,” I said, “like that first kiss you just had. Now, let me give you a proper one.” I added. Then I swooped in, grabbed her head with both my hands, and gave her a proper French kiss. Her eyes closed and so did mine. I got lost in those soft cherry lips. When I broke the kiss, I could see she was totally blown away, sort of high.
Next thing you know, we were back in the changing room. All the girls had left so it was just us. Since she was a virgin, and because we were in a changing room, I had to be gentle instead of fucking the shit out of her like I wanted to.
She lay on the floor and my lips met the virgin lips of her pussy for the first time. She liked it, the way my tongue worked her cunt, I could tell from the way she moaned.
Fast forward a little and I was ready to fuck her for the first time, to take away her virginity, to deflower her. I spat on my cock, positioned myself, but locked her lips with mine before entering her. I knew what I was going to do and I did not want her screams to be heard. I lifted her slightly, locked her in a hug, and then with one swift stroke, took her virginity. She tried to scream, wide-eyed as she was, but her mouth was locked with mine and I had locked her in a firm embrace. Then I pulled out and went in very, very slowly. I could feel the entire shaft of my cock rub against her tight little hole.
That was the best feeling ever, a high that not even cocaine could beat. I fucked the life out of her virgin pussy, and although she wanted to go after the first time, I kept her locked in place and fucked her twice more. I had the stamina of an elephant, you can say. The floor was a bit bloody when she left, and although it was gross, I derived a certain sick pleasure from it. It boosted my ego and made me feel even more masculine and hunky. I had just taken a girl’s virginity. That was the high that I began chasing after that.
I did not do commitments back then, and the word got out that I had a monster cock after the swimming competition, so there was plenty of virgin pussy for me. I was charming and the girls were willing. I admit to being an asshole to them, luring the ones I want in, fucking them, taking their virginities, and dumping them the next day. You do not get to take many virginities, so whenever I had the chance, I made sure to take their virginity from the front and the back. Two virginities with one cock.
And that was something I had secretly been desiring since I had started dating Natalia. But then my friend told me about a whorehouse where girls sell their virginities. It was sort of a ‘thing’ where all the rich guys went.
The girls would line up and you could bid on the one you want. The girls stood naked behind a one-way glass, so we could see them and they could not see us. That is when it began, and before I knew it, I was addicted again.
Whenever Natalia was out of town, I was at the whorehouse bidding on virgins. It was a win-win situation, Natalia could spend nights shopping in Milan and Paris, and I could spend nights fucking virgins in every hole, over and over, from night till sunrise.
Chapter 4
The Good News and The Bad News
Today, when I went home after work, my wife was in a very pleasant mood. She has a good humour about her all the time, that is one of the reasons I love her so much, but tonight she was extra chirpy. One look at her and I knew what was up.
I was sitting in the TV room upstairs, my favorite place to watch TV; this is one of the most spacious rooms in the house, with only glass for walls, and you can see all the lights and the trees outside. It is very Zen, too, and is an excellent sun room during daytime.
So, I was reclining on the sofa, one that you almost sink into, with a can of beer in my hand. I was watching soccer when my wife came in. She was wearing this long skirt, a sheer and shimmering shirt over her Victoria’s Secret brassiere. She walked in, turned off the TV, and stood right in front of it, hands folded.
“Babe, I have some delighting news for you,” she said with a smile spreading to her ears.
“Really? What is it?” I said, I sort of knew already. She had gotten a boob job, a breast augmentation, whatever you call it. I could tell, her already huge rack was hanging, almost bursting out of the brassiere.
“What do you think it is?” She asked me.
“I have no idea what it is,” I said. I knew what it was, like I said, but I know my wife too. She was going to get upset if I told her, so I had to keep my trap shut.
“Notice anything different,” she said, swinging left and right, giving me a nice view of her new rack. The Falcon was getting ready for a flight. I could feel it stir in my boxers.
“You look more beautiful, but than you keep getting more beautiful every day,” I said.
She walked to me slowly, a slow version of catwalk, and sat on my lap. God, her hot little ass was right on the Falcon, crushing it, exciting it. Then she leaned in close to me, very unlike her, she never leans in close to whisper things. Anyway, she leaned in close and whispered the good news in my ear.
“We are pregnant!” she whispered sexily. Oh god, she could turn you on even when giving you the greatest news of your life.
“We are?” I said, unable to believe.
“We are,” she said, with a finger under my chin, slowly bringing my mouth to hers, kissing me.
Then she reached into a purse and showed me the first ultrasound.
“Oh baby, I love you so much. You have just made me the happiest man on the planet,” I told her. She really had given me a good news. Not just a good news, this was probably the best news! An heir to the Thompson fortune was on its way!
While she was still on my lap, I pushed her purse away, and flipped her. Now she was sinking into the sofa as I got on top of her. I started kissing her on the side of her neck, below her chin, making my way down to those huge tits of hers.
I undid her bra with my mouth and had her naked in an instant. Now I could not straddle her, given she was pregnant, but I had to make the most of those titties while I had them. I straddled the sofa, my legs on the armrests, and my crotch on level with her mouth. She undid my zipper and released the Falcon. It jumped out and almost pounced at her.
She grabbed it with both her hands, massaging it slowly, and then took the tip in her mouth. Then I got the bad news, she could not take all of it in her mouth. She was slightly queasy. She turned me on enough though and I could not stop.
I pushed the back of the sofa down so Natalia could lie down, and with my legs still on the armrests, the Falcon landed between her breasts. With all the excitement of the good news I had just received, blood was rushing all through my body and my cock was swollen to 9 inches probably.
I pushed her breasts in, trapping my cock in, and thrusted slowly. Then I got off, threw my coat and shirt away, took my pants off and got in my birthday suit. I got the lotion from the cabinet and put it on the table. I could not resist her enlarged breasts. I sucked her tits, kissed them, fingered her cunt, I was losing control.
But she being fragile and I had to make sure she wasn’t getting hurt. I put some lotion on my hands and massaged her breasts and neck slowly. Then I lubed up my cock, pressed it between her breasts, and fucked those bad boys slowly. When I was about to come, I pushed my cock in her mouth. I loved it when she ate my cum; this time, she pushed away.
Over the next few days, we had less and less sex. She was either tired, or sick or queasy or nauseous, or not in the mood, or sleeping. That was the bad news. We could not have much sex for the next few months, and certainly not in the way we were accustomed to. She was a wild lioness in bed, and she knew well how to ride the Falcon. That was the bad news, less sex. Whatever sex we had in the next few days was not up to the ma
rk, and, quite frankly, was quite disappointing.
Chapter 5
A Surprise Call
Now, let me tell you about my children. My step children, I mean. My step son, James, is about thirteen years old. He was quite young when I married Natalia, is a darling little boy, and quickly got used to calling me dad.
Another reason for that is because his own father is an actor who spends half his time in Hollywood and the other half in rehabilitation centers. He is somewhat spoilt but there is not much that a thirteen year old can ask for, and since he is mostly very well behaved, I like him.
Natalia’s daughter, however, is another story. She was not so young when Natalia and I tied the knot, calls me Blake, and is ever the spoiled brat. She probably chose not to stay with her father because of the money. She already came from a rich family, not as rich as me but still rich, and was already very spoilt.
In the beginning, I let her do what she wanted, I let her get away with things, and even bought her whatever she wanted. I wanted to please Natalia. But, later on, I realized, Kendal, for that is her name, was a super bitch.
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