Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"I noticed," David chuckled. "How about trying it another way now?"

"Sure," she laughed, "why not?"

She had all the time in the world, and all the lust. It seemed that those years of preserving her virginity had to be paid for. She was going to have to be fucked a whole lot to make up for all that time without sex. She watched eagerly as David drew his stiff dripping prick out of her cunt and stretched out on his back. His handsome blue-veined boner stood straight up, glistening with cream. Monica shivered lustily as she studied that rigid column of meat.

"Come and sit on it, honey," David grinned. This was a position she hadn't tried yet, and she was hot to find out what it was like. Quickly she straddled him and brought the moist mouth of her cunt down to touch the fat purple head of his cock. He took over then, grasping her tiny firm waist and socking his bulbous cock head into her cuntal opening. She creamed all over the hard knob of prick flesh.

"Yessss," she hissed, "stick that big thing into me."

Her shameless response was arousing David out of his mind. He gave a snort of lust and crammed his cock into her, pushing to her womb in one greedy thrust. He watched her pretty face twist into a lusty grimace as he filled her with the hot throbbing meat. She soaked his prick with a huge molten rush of cream. Her cunt was hot as fire inside.

"Hang on, honey," he leered, "'cause I'm gonna take you for a long hard ride."

That was just what Monica wanted to hear. She wasn't anywhere near satisfied yet. Even after two violent orgasms she was still very, very horny. Maybe Mark had created a monster, a female who could never get enough sex. She'd find out. If he was going to be a way for a week, that would give her plenty of time to experiment, to find her sexual limits – if she had any!

Now she gurgled in ecstasy as David hammered his stiff boner in her greedy little pussy. Her head lolled back, and her eyes were closed tight, as she shut out all other thoughts and sensations. She was conscious only of David's iron-hard thick cock reaming and stuffing her cunt, giving her blast after blast of pleasure. She creamed heavily onto his pistoning prick. She couldn't stop that molten flood.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck my pussy good," she panted.

While she enjoyed the deep hard thrusts of his cock, David was enjoying the view. There were lots of arousing sights when the woman was on top. He could watch her lust-contorted face and flashing teeth as she responded to his rough fucking, or he could observe her luscious big tits swinging heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking. But perhaps the most exciting thing of all was to watch his cock in action, pistoning hard between her juicy cunt lips.

"Take it, baby, take my cock," he growled.

"Yes, give it to me, fuck me forever," Monica howled.

She really meant it. She just wished there was some way to have this handsome stud in her bedroom every time her husband went away on business. But she didn't intend to get involved with David. He didn't know her last name, and she didn't know his. They both wanted it that way. And they knew this would be their one and only encounter.

Now David was spinning out of control, fucking into her faster and faster, till her body shook and shuddered with the impact. Each deep rough thrust of his cock gave her a bomb blast of pleasure. She could have come easily, but she greedily clung to those hot sensations he was giving her, never wanting them to end. But at last the pleasure was too much for her.

"Unnnhhhh, David, that's it, I'm coming!" she howled.

Her cunt went into hard convulsions around his cock meat, and this time he couldn't hold out against that sensuous sucking action. "Ahhhhh, shit, I'm coming, unnnggghhh!" he roared, jetting his load into her womb.

"Yes, cream me, give it to me!" Monica wailed.

It had been a terrific fuck, but when it was over they jumped right up and started to dress. "Can you still make that job interview, David?" Monica asked as they were leaving his apartment.

"I have a little confession to make," he smiled. "I wasn't going for an interview. I was going to propose to my girl, then take her to get a marriage license. I'm still gonna do it. But you were my last fling, Monica."

"Why, David," Monica purred, "I'm so glad I could help out."

As Monica let herself into her apartment, she felt a pleasantly bruised sensation in her cunt. That was the only evidence of what she'd just done. It seemed unreal to her that she'd just fucked a stranger, but then the whole day had been pretty unreal.

It had started with her brand-new husband being jerked out of her bed and out of her life by that business emergency. Then she'd discovered his affair with his secretary. Then she'd picked up the first attractive man she met. Yes, it had been a very unusual day, and very busy. Yet she had a hunch that it wasn't over yet.

She showered, had something to eat, cleaned up the apartment, then sat on the couch and yawned. Without Mark there really wasn't anything to do, nobody to cook for or talk to or go out with. She knew she couldn't take a whole week of sitting in the apartment by herself, and she sure as hell couldn't go a whole week without sex.

In fact even after her hot fucking with David, she was starting to feel lusty again. She thought of all the attractive men out there, all the horny ones, and the terrific adventures she could have with them, and her pussy got all hot and wet and swollen. Why not just fuck every attractive guy she met? After what Mark had done to her, she didn't feel that she had to play by the rules.

Her mind made up, she dressed in a sexy black dress that was cut very low in front, showing the deep cleavage of her big firm tits. She knew she looked outrageously sexy in that dress. She'd worn it on her first date with Mark, and he'd spent the whole evening staring down the front of it. But she wasn't going to think about Mark tonight.

No, she was going to go out to a high-class bar and pick up a man, and she wasn't going to give her cheating husband a single thought. Why should she? She applied her make-up carefully, brushed her long dark hair till it gleamed, then strolled out without a twinge of guilt. All she felt was excitement about the adventures and the men which awaited her.

She found a cocktail lounge she'd never visited before and took a small table by herself. Right away she wondered if she'd made a mistake. Every unattached man in the place was staring at her, like a pack of wolves surrounding a lone lamb. Even the men who were there with dates had a hard time keeping their eyes off her. Nervously she ordered a double martini. She needed the alcohol to relax her. She wasn't used to having a whole roomful of men undress her with their eyes.

A lot of them looked as if they'd like to come over and talk to her, but only one of them did. He was more confident than the others, and he approached her as if he had no fears of being turned down. He was maybe fifty, tall, distinguished-looking, with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly groomed mustache. Monica liked his appearance very much.

"Good evening," he smiled, "my name is Kurt. I'd love to buy you a drink and sit and talk with you."

"Why, thank you, Kurt, that sounds nice," Monica said.

He was an expert at seductions. He never got out of line, never said a thing she could object to, yet he seemed to be oozing sex signals. Just his eyes and his voice got her turned on like crazy. She wasn't sure how he did it, but she definitely wanted more of it – a whole lot more. If he was as good at fucking as he was at talking, she could hardly wait.

"It's noisy in here," he said after awhile, "would you like to go to my apartment? It's not far away."