Casual sex or she wanted a decent dick.

I'm obsessed with fucking, especially since I have what it takes to please women. I inherited a decent-sized cock from my father, both in length and girth (when I started fucking women, I understood why my mother used to moan so loudly under my father behind the wall). Besides that, I can last quite a long time without cumming. Given my temperament, being satisfied with just one woman isn't enough for me. Besides my beloved, big-breasted and big-assed wife, I have two steady mistresses. One is a colleague from work—I fuck her both at work and in more convenient places. I met the other one at the pharmacy when I was buying condoms. I asked the pharmacist for condoms in the largest size, to which she said, with a playful smile, that my wife

is lucky with her husband. For some reason, I smugly blurted out that other women are satisfied too. "You probably choose the others carefully?" "Carefully or not, but I would choose you. What time do you finish work?" "Just today, unfortunately, my husband is picking me up, but could you help me move some boxes in the back room?" In the back room, I rearranged the boxes for her so well that she even squirted. Since then, we've been meeting regularly, fortunately her husband is often away on business trips. I have to give credit to my wife; she turns a blind eye to my affairs on the side, but I also pretend not to know that her boss fucks her at work. Moreover, I can even tell when he's fucked her—she acts so differently with me afterwards, maybe he doesn't fuck her enough? But then, one Friday evening, I found myself alone. My wife went to visit her parents in the suburbs, and for sure, the neighbor there will fuck her—he's always looking at her with lustful eyes, and she gives him ambiguous glances too. I can't say she's a slut, but given the chance, she might give it to a man she fancies. My work mistress is on her period, and the pharmacist's husband just returned from a business trip. Left alone, I watched porn, started jerking off, but couldn't cum. I went out to the balcony to get some fresh air and saw a lady walking by who was pleasant in every way, strolling leisurely, swaying her tits and ass—clearly in no hurry. I called out to her from the balcony, "Miss, I noticed you're not in a hurry, and neither am I. Would you like to come over and share the evening with me? We'll have a glass of wine, and then we'll see what happens." She looked up and said, "Are you not confident in yourself if you say 'we'll see what happens'?" "No, I'm confident in myself, especially in the presence of such a woman." "Oh, all you men are talkers—you promise a whole boxful, but when it comes down to it, where does it all go? But I really have nowhere to hurry, so come on down." She came in, smelling like a woman, and immediately declared, "Let's start with 'we'll see what happens' first, and have the wine later." With those words, she hugged me, her hands roaming over my body, one immediately going between my legs. I didn't hold back either. When I reached between her legs, I felt she wasn't wearing panties and her pussy was wet. We started tearing each other's clothes off. When we were naked, I dragged her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed, bent her legs back, and drove my cock into her pussy all the way. In response, she let out a loud "Oh-oh-oh-oh!" Her warm, wet pussy pleasantly enveloped my cock; as I pushed deeper, the tip touched her cervix. I pounded her with all my strength, and she energetically met my thrusts. With every inward movement, she moaned loudly, and when I stuck a finger in her ass, she screamed, "Yes, yes, deeper!" I didn't understand where she meant—deeper into her pussy or ass. There was no deeper into the pussy, so I shoved two fingers all the way into her ass, and she convulsed in an orgasm. Then, orgasms came one after another. I fucked her for about fifteen minutes, cumming violently inside her pussy. After I came, she twisted out from under me and greedily sucked out the remains. Catching our breath, I brought a tray to the bed, and we greedily drank the wine. She opened up: it turned out she had a long-awaited romantic date that evening, where she hoped to have great sex with a man who had been pursuing her for a long time. But when it came to sex, she was terribly disappointed—not only was his cock barely bigger than a finger, but he also came almost as soon as he inserted it into her pussy. Angrily, she broke free from under him, got dressed, and left, unsatisfied with an overwhelming desire to get a good cock—and then I showed up with an invitation to come over. All evening and well into the night, I satisfied her desire for a good cock—she got it in every hole. I was surprised by the elasticity of her back hole; even after just a little stimulation, my thick cock slid quite freely into her ass. When we parted, we exchanged phone numbers. Enthusiast