by Amy Brent
She blew out a long breath and moaned. “Fuck me… that was… whew…yeah…”
I lifted my head up and wiped her pussy juices from my lips with the back of my hand. She raised her head to look down at me. She smiled and pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“My turn,” she said, motioning for me to get to my feet in front of her. I got up, kicked off my shoes and stood before her with my cock about to burst from my jeans.
“Let me help you with that,” she said, making short work of my belt and zipper. When she tried to pull my pants down, they got stuck on my cock.
“Here,” I said, hooking my fingers in the waistband and pulling my pants out and over to clear my cock. When my pants slid down, my cock sprang free like a metal spring, all twelve inches of it bobbing in the air, rock hard, girthy, with a head the size and color of a ripe plum about to pop. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and started stroking myself.
“Think you can handle this?” I asked, smiling at the look of awe in her eye. Without hesitation, Andrea pushed my hand away and wrapped both of her hands around the shaft and licked her lips.
“I’m certainly gonna try.”
Chapter 15: Andrea
Okay, I don’t really know what I was expecting, but when Sammy dropped his trousers and that monster snake sprang free I nearly swallowed my tongue.
Remember, I was with Pete Hamilton for a year, a guy with a thick ten-incher that felt much bigger when he tried to stuff it in my pussy or my mouth. But Sammy’s cock, holy giant cock, Batman, was the biggest one I’d ever seen. It literally looked like a giant sausage: dark, thick, veiny, with a big round head that was shiny and purple and looked like it was about to pop.
Holy shit.
And thank you, penis gods above!
“Mmmm,” I cooed as my fingers wrapped around the shaft, leaving only the head exposed. The tip glistened with little juice drops that oozed from the slit as I squeezed my hands toward the head. I licked my lips for a moment to lube them up, then leaned in and kicked the juices from the tip. The moment my tongue hit his cock, Sammy’s entire body stiffened and the breath gushed out of him.
“Shit,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “You’ve already got me close to popping.”
“I won’t let that happen until we’re both ready,” I said, glancing up as my tongue swirled under the head. My right hand continued milking the long shaft. I slid my left hand down to cup his balls, which were hot and tight to the touch.
I spread my lips and pressed them to the head of his cock. He tasted soapy and salty, the drops oozing onto my tongue. I took the head in my mouth and worked the underside with my tongue. It was like having a wet, fleshy golf ball I my mouth. I wanted more of him inside my mouth. I could deep throat him, but that would only take care of half his cock. A little coordination was called for. Thankfully, I’d had plenty of practice with Pete.
As my left hand massaged his balls and teased his taint, my right hand milked the full length of his shaft and I took as much of him as I could inside my mouth. My head bobbed, my hands pumped and prodded. And Sammy moaned like a wild animal that had been caged and was begging to get out.
“Fuck…” he whispered, arching his hips toward my mouth. “Fuck… yes… that’s… yes… fuck…”
I pressed the head of his cock to my lips like a giant sucker and smiled up at him. “Do you like that?”
“What do you think?” he asked, smiling down at me.
“Do you want to come in my mouth? Or on my face? My tits?”
“I want to come everywhere,” he said with a devious grin. “First, lie back and let me fuck you.”
I gave the tip of his cock one last kiss and leaned back on the bed with my legs spread. Sammy hooked his arms under my knees to lift me up. He didn’t need any help directing his cock to my pussy. The damn thing was straight and stiff as a board, like a heat-seeking missile. The only question was, how much of it would I be able to take?
Chapter 16: Sammy
I held Andrea’s legs under my arms and slowly stepped into her until the head of my cock touched her pussy hole, which was hot and wet and ready to be impaled. And when I say impaled, I mean it in every sense of the word. When your cock’s as big as mine, you don’t just slide it in and get busy. I could hurt her and myself badly if I wasn’t careful. Every had a pussy burn on your cock? Ouch! I can tell you, it hurts like a mother!
Even though she was six-feet tall, that didn’t mean her pussy was ginormous. To the contrary, if my tongue and fingers didn’t deceive me, Andrea’s pussy was tight as a drum.
“I’ll go easy,” I said, pressing the tip of my cock to her hole. I had to focus my breathing because I was already about to shoot my load. How would that have looked? Sammy the Sausage shooting his load prematurely all over her belly. Granted, it would be hot, but God forbid I cum even before we get started.
“Just go slowly,” she said, glancing down at the monster about to push its way inside her, licking her lips. “Try not to split me in two.”
“I would never do that,” I said. “At least not on purpose.” I smiled as I moved closer and watched in awe as her pussy spread to let the head of my cock slide inside her. Holy shit... Breathe… Breath…
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m not that delicate,” she said, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. “Come on, a little more, slowly…”
I moved closer and an inch of the shaft disappeared inside her. She was wet and well-lubed, but her pussy hole flowered, then tightened around my shaft, forcing me to go slowly. I slid in another inch, then another. When I was maybe five or six inches in, about halfway up the shaft, I felt the tip of my cock hit her inner wall. Andrea was breathing slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth, pursing her lips.
“That’s… oh… my… slow… yes… wonderful…” she sighed, each word coming out with on a wisp of breath. “Now… slowly… until I say… faster…”
I started to slowly move my hips back and forth, watching as Andrea’s tight hole suctioned around the shaft, tight, firm, wet. I was panting, swallowing hard, trying to make it last.
I moaned at the ceiling. “Jeeez…so fucking… tight…”
“Okay… a little… faster,” she growled. “Oh my god… faster… yes… yes…”
I held on to her legs and picked up speed a little at a time, knowing now the limits of her pussy, knowing how deep I could go and not hurt either one of us. As the fire of orgasm began igniting deep within my balls, I squeezed my eyes shut and let the rhythm take over.
“Oh… god…” Andrea gasped, her hands clutching her tits, the long nipples sprouting between her fingers. She arched her ass high and tightened her legs around my arms. “Faster… shit… deeper… yes… yes… oh… oh… oh… fucccccckkkkkkk!!!!!”
Andrea screamed and started coming in waves. I could feel her hot juices gushing out over my cock like a broken dam, washing out over me, drenching my shaft and balls, making the sliding easier. I couldn’t hold back any longer. The cum that was pooling in my balls exploded from my cock like a firehose, gushing, spraying, filling her cunt with hot goo that just kept on coming.
Our bodies tensed, jerked, tensed again, as if we had stepped on a live wire. We moaned, groaned, growled, and mewed. After a minute, we were left spent; exhausted, sweating, reeking of sex and grinning at each other like two Cheshire Cats.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wiggling my softening cock against her mushy cunt to get a little aftershock.
“I am wonderful,” she said with a happy sigh. “You?”
“I’m great,” I said, letting go of her legs so I could lower myself on top of her. I kissed the tip of her nose and sighed. “And I am so glad I didn’t listen to my dating coach.”
She gave me a playful frown. “What exactly did your dating coach tell you?”
“To behave myself and go slow,” I said, sliding my gooey cock against her slippery pussy. “And to play nice.”
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bsp; “Oh, I think you definitely played nice,” she said, flicking her tongue between my lips. “In fact, I’d love for you to play nice… again… and again… and again…”
Chapter 17: Andrea
Sammy and I made a night of it. There was nothing we didn’t do, no inch of each other’s bodies that we didn’t explore. It was like we were sexual adventurers on a quest to see how many positions and orgasms we could discover by the time the sun came up.
And we discovered A LOT.
We finally fell asleep around three in the morning, slept till late in the afternoon, woke up, had sex, cuddled for an hour (cuddling with Sammy is like cozying up to a giant teddy bear), took a shower, had sex in the shower, took another shower, went to Captain Dee’s for a late lunch (I LOVE Captain Dee’s), then came back to my apartment and did it all over again.
Saturday flew by.
So did Saturday night.
So did Sunday.
Sunday night when Sammy had to go home was a moment of sadness and relief. I was sad that he was leaving, but relieved that I would be able to collapse in my bed alone and try to get some rest before having to be at work on Monday morning.
“This weekend has been amazing,” he said, holding me in his strong arms at my front door. “You have been amazing.”
“Aw shucks,” I said, nipping at his chin with my teeth. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
“I should go. See you in the morning?”
“Bright and early,” I said. “Denny and I have a meeting with the east coast marketing team at eight-thirty.”
“How about lunch? Burgers and fries in the cafeteria?”
“With a bug hunk of chocolate cake?”
“Of course.”
“A hunk for a hunk,” I said, kissing him again. I slid my hands around his waist and dug my fingers into his ass.
“You’d better stop that or I might never leave,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. “Tomorrow. Burgers, fries, cake, and whatever comes later.”
“That sounds yummy,” I said, getting on my tiptoes to give him one last kiss. “Fine, go. I have to get some sleep.”
“Okay, fine,” he said, backing away, tugging his fingertips from my grasp. I leaned my cheek against the door to watch him walk down the hall to the elevator. He smiled at me one more time, then stepped onto the elevator.
I watched the doors close, knowing he was taking a little piece of my heart with him, then went inside and closed the door.
On the way to the bedroom I was already counting the hours until I would see him again.
Chapter 18: Sammy
“You look like you had a big weekend,” Denny said as he sidled up next to me and bumped my arm with his elbow, nearly spilling the tall cup of coffee I had just gotten from the coffee bar on the first floor. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you spent the weekend at Club D with Carina thinking up new ways for her to ride your monster snake.”
I picked up the cup and scowled at him. “How do you know I didn’t spend the weekend at Club D? It’s not like you ever show up anymore.”
“Because you spent the weekend with Andrea Nichols.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Come on, Sammy boy, you can’t keep secrets from me,” he said as he dumped creamer into his cup until it barely resembled coffee. “Okay, fine, Isaac told me you had a date with Andrea on Friday night and I didn’t hear from you all weekend, so I figured you were getting busy, I mean, you were busy. You’re welcome, by the way. I was just assuming you spent the weekend playing hide the sausage with Andrea and your face confirms it.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” I said, giving him a hard stare that broke into a grin. “However, you are not wrong.”
“Wow, look at that smile,” he said, making a goofy face.
“Shut up.” He was right. I couldn’t stop smiling. I’d been smiling since knocking on Andrea’s door Friday night. “And thank you. She is amazing and we had a great time.”
“Don’t mention it,” Denny said. He picked up his cup and we started walking out of the coffee bar, which opened into the lobby, which was buzzing with hundreds of employees coming in to work. We headed for the elevators, but both froze when we heard a familiar voice, one heavy with a Russian accent, calling from the front door. We turned to see the guard at the reception desk holding a beautiful woman in a very short dress at bay.
“Sammy! Denny!”
“Is that…” Denny mumbled.
I almost dropped the cup of coffee. “Holy fuck…”
We turned to see Carina yelling and waving as she brushed past the guard and hurried across the lobby toward us. Even at eight o’clock on a Monday morning, she looked amazing, and was stilled dressed her Club D finest: a strapless, gold mini dress that barely covered her big tits and ass. She was wearing six-inch stiletto heels and had her purse strapped over her shoulder.
“What the fuck is she doing here?” Denny asked as he forced a smile and waved back at Carina.
“I don’t know, but we need to get her out of here before anybody sees her.”
Carina hurried over and fell into my arms. When she pulled back, I could see that she had been crying. “Carina, what are you doing here? You know you’re never supposed to come here.”
“Oh, Sammy, terrible, I did not know where else to come!”
Denny took her arm and pulled her over to the side, out of the flow of the busy lobby traffic. He handed her the napkins he was holding under his cup. “Carina, calm down. What’s going on?”
“It is the police,” she said, dabbing the napkins to her eyes. “Terrible. Terrible.”
“The police?” Denny and I gawked at each other. “Did the police raid Club D? Why the hell didn’t Lemon call us?”
“No, no, no, not the club,” she said, clutching at the front of my shirt. “They arrested Niko, my brother. He was at a bar last night and a fight broke out and he beat someone up. They have him in custody this morning!”
“So just post bail,” I said, putting my hands on her shoulders to try and calm her down. “It’s not that big a deal.”
“I don’t know how to post bail,” she said, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. “And his Visa is no good. Oh god, Sammy, I am afraid they will deport him back to Russia. You have to help me, Sammy. You are my best friend. You have to help me!”
Carina moved quickly, wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my chest. She was sobbing, squeezing me. I looked over at Denny, who had a horrified look on his face. We had worked very hard to keep Club D a secret, and to keep our ownership and involvement an even deeper secret. Now, our star attraction was in the IDS lobby hanging on to me like a long-lost love. Everybody was turning to stare at us. One guy started to take a picture, but the look on my face told him I’d shove that phone up his ass if he didn’t put it away.
Denny tried to stand between us and the crowd, then said over his shoulder, “Sammy, you need to get her out of here, fast.”
“Okay, okay, okay, calm down, look, I’ll help you,” I said, pushing her back so I could look her in the eyes. “I’ll go with you to the police station and Denny will call our lawyer and have him meet us there. Okay, just calm down. We’ll get Niko out of jail and get his Visa reinstated. Somehow. Just please, calm down and let’s go.”
“Oh, Sammy, I knew I could count on you!” Without warning, Carina wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on me that would have made lesser men melt in their jeans. She clasped my ears between her hands and shoved her tongue in my mouth and pressed her tits against my chest. She brought up her right leg and hooked it around my leg and ground her pussy against my thigh. She held on tight. It took me a moment to pry her loose.
“We can’t do that here,” I said, my hands firmly on her arms to keep her back. She reached for my belt and gave me a sly grin.
“Maybe we do it in the car on the way to the police station,” she said, eyes sparkling now. “Little high-speed fuck
and suck?”
“No, dammit, Carina, stop it!” I turned to Denny. “We’re going to the police station. Call Carl King and have him meet us there.”
“Got it, now go,” Denny said, pushing me toward the door. “Before anyone gets suspicious.”
I put my arm around Carina and led her out the door to my car. She kept clawing at me playfully. Any other time I would have banged her right there in the parking lot. Or taken her to my house and turned her every which way but loose. But this morning, my cock ignored Carina’s advances. It was still sleeping peacefully in my jeans, dreaming sweet dreams of Andrea Nichols.
Chapter 19: Andrea
I was running late on Monday morning because I could hardly pry myself out of bed. While my weekend with Sammy had been wonderful, it had left me exhausted and more than a little sore. I groaned when the alarm went off at 6 AM and grunted like an old woman as I got out of bed. I felt as if I’d run a marathon while holding a giant sausage between my legs while battling my way through the WWE to make it to the finish line!
Every muscle ached, my head throbbed like I had a hangover, and my twat was tender, but in a very good way. I was a tough girl. It would heal and be ready to go the next time Sammy the Sausage paid us a visit.
Because I was running so late I parked in the side parking lot and came in through the locked entrance using my keycard. The side door opened into the lobby near the elevators and I was about to punch the Up button when I saw Denny and Sammy coming out of the coffee bar on the far side of the lobby. Then I saw her. A shapely woman wearing a dress so skimpy you could almost see her crotch and nipples. She called out to Denny and Sammy and ran toward them in stiletto heels. She fell into Sammy’s arms and gave him a big hug. I froze in my tracks, then stepped behind a large potted plant to spy on them.
