“Is this your way of inviting me back to yours?” he smirked arrogantly “How can I be sure you’d be able to take my cock?”
My eyebrows raised at his question.
“How big is your cock?” I smiled, guiding my hand toward his crotch.
“It’s eleven inches and its all yours if you can take it!” he smiled as my hand gently stroked the front of his jeans. I could feel his cock growing harder as my fingers traced the outline. He was telling the truth. His cock was absolutely massive! My eyebrows raised as a smile flashed across my face. My stomach flipped with sexual butterflies, my pussy tingling uncontrollably as I moved my lips to his, gliding my soft lips against his.
“I’ve got to feel this cock inside me!” I panted “let’s go back to mine. My husband will give us a lift and you and I can get to know each other better in the back seat on the journey!”
“I thought you’d never ask!” he replied with enough arrogance to make me want him “Your husband will give us a lift? Is he here?”
“He’s at the other end of the bar watching me stroke your huge cock!” I said, nodding in my husbands direction “Let’s finish the bottle of prosecco and we can feel each other up sending him wild with jealousy and lust!”
Joe pulled me closer to him, lifting my head up toward his, as he tongue kissed my lips gently. His right hand began to knead my left breast skilfully, squeezing the firm flesh, making my erect nipple even more prominent. I moaned into his mouth as he took his left hand and began to squeeze my ass. His hand felt the garter straps digging into my flesh as he groaned approvingly into my mouth. I sneaked a look over at James. His eyes were wide open with shock and lust, enjoying the sight of his wife being manhandled by a sexual brute in a pick up joint.
Breaking off from our kiss, Joe smiled and said.
“I hope you’re shaved as there is not a hair on my body!” he winked suggestively.
I don’t recall ever fucking a man who had removed all of his body hair, and with the fact he has an eleven inch cock, my sexual curiosity was rampant. When James sees the size of Joe’s cock as it slides in and out of me, plus the movement I will need to perform to accommodate this huge weapon, not forgetting the moaning it will be inflicting upon me, then the whole scenario will surely intimidate him.
“I’m so hairless, I’m glass smooth!” I smiled “I’ve never fucked a totally hair free man before. It sounds very kinky!”
“That’s not kinky, but fucking some guy while your husband looks on, now that is kinky! It would be a touch kinkier if you are still wearing those stockings and high heels whilst being fucked” Joe smiled.
“That’s the sole reason I wore them, to get fucked in them!” I giggled.
“I bet you abuse the fuck out of your husband when a guy is banging you!”
I looked into his eye with a wicked grin across my face.
“I’ve had my moments!” I said, breaking into a giggle “I like to tease by telling him how much bigger the cock feels and how much it is making me come and that it’s much better than his lame attempts to please me!”
“If you can get all of my cock inside you then your taunting words tonight will be true!” He smiled confidently.
“When he sees the size of your cock he will lose his load!” I said genuinely as that will be the reaction of James when he sees my small hand holding this massive manhood.
“Would you like to try and fuck my ass later?” I smiled, emphasising how much of a slut I was willing to be for him.
“I’ve never had a woman who could take it!” He grinned smugly.
“I’m sure we’ll get some of it inside my ass!” I smiled patting the huge bulge in his skintight jeans.
My stomach turned with sexual excitement at the thought of this huge cock attached to this perfect specimen of manhood, will be sliding inside me, providing me with lavish orgasms and copious amount of hot spunk. He handed me a glass of sparkling Prosecco. I sipped the fizzy wine, never breaking eye contact with Joe, as I tilted the glass, pouring the drink down my throat.
Joe signed the credit card slip, then placed the card and receipt into his back pocket.
Gulping his prosecco down in one, he took the bottle and refilled our glasses.
“Should we invite your husband over for a glass before we leave?” He smiled.
I nodded over to James to join us. James climbed off his bar stool and scurried over to where we were.
“Would you like a glass of Prosecco?” I asked invitingly.
“I can’t as I’m driving!” He said in a downhearted tone.
“James this is Joe!” I said as both guys shook hands “Joe will be coming back with us and he’ll be fucking my shaved pussy raw!”
James stared at me open mouthed and nodded subserviently.
“And I thought you’d like to know that he is the proud owner of an eleven inch cock!” I giggled gleefully.
James looked at me, horror stricken. He was thinking that after I’d experienced an eleven inch cock that his seven inches would never satisfy me again. He may be right about that, but I was still going to spend the evening with those eleven inches stretching any hole of its choice.