14-03-2020, 01:47 AM
Lowering my head down our lips connected once more as I continued to thrust in and out of her now leaking pussy, providing more than enough lubrication for my shaft to penetrate her tight cunt. Our bodies were now pressed together as we both panted in pleasure, as I felt her twat being stretched by my girthy prick.
Slowly but surely I buried my jackhammer deeper and deeper inside her willing hole, wrapping more and more of my shaft inside her fleshy cock-pocket. Before I had even managed to get the whole of my cock inside her I felt Abigail shudder beneath me and let out a high pitched squeal of ecstasy as the first proper orgasm of her life ripped through her body.
I let out a groan as I felt her cunt clamp down on my fuck stick, but I kept on fucking her through the orgasm knowing that I had the ability to last much longer and give her more orgasms before the night was out.
As the orgasm subsided Abigail opened her eyes and it was like she had been reborn. Gone was the shy, naive, innocent girl that I had met a few hours ago. In her place was a desperate woman, with sexual needs which had to be fulfilled.
I gave her a cheeky smile and took my cue to really start fucking her properly. In a flash I had picked up the pace, ramming my spear inside her at a much faster pace and forcing her cunt to stretch and accommodate all 9 thick inches of my rock hard dick.
Soon she was screaming again at the top of her lungs, as eventually I bottomed out balls deep inside her cunt. As I continued to pound her relentlessly she started to talk dirty to me, telling me to fuck her harder.
Hearing this previously innocent girl acting like a total slut only heightened my arousal further and I felt more blood rushing to my already oversized cock as it blasted in and out of her cunt. We were both flailing wildly now and I felt another orgasm race through my conquest, causing her to squirt all over my thrusting battering ram.
As I felt her cunt tighten again around my fuck hammer I felt a familiar sensation as my balls tightened and soon I was roaring as I released my seed deep inside her virgin cunt. We collapsed in each other's arms, both covered in a sheen of sweat from our energetic tryst.
Over the course of that night I lost count of the number of orgasms Abigail had, as my dick quickly hardened and kept fucking her still tight pussy, stretching it so that it was tailor made for my cock. I knew that it was important not just to fuck Abigail, but to own her entirely. I needed to make her realise that being fucked by me, feeling that orgasm rush through her body, was more important than anything else in the world. Then she would be my own personal sex toy, to do with as I pleased.
The next morning when I awoke I couldn't help but look at the start contrast between my dark, Mexican skin and her pale white complexion. It never got old fucking innocent, white chicks. Defiling and corrupting them so that they became prisoners of their lust.
It had taken time and effort but eventually I had managed to transform that innocent virgin into the cock hungry whore that stood naked before me now.
The transformation had been physical. Gone were the small, pert A cups, replaced by huge, fake tits. The finest that money could buy. Her hair had been dyed bleach blonde and she had spent hours on the sun bed and by the pool to acquire a rich, golden tan. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed and she wore bright pink lipstick as befitted the slut she had become.
But her mental transformation had been even more complete. Gone was the clever, ambitious girl eager to go to college and study. In her place was a slut who only cared about having her holes filled on a regular basis by a big cock.
No longer did I have to be slow and gentle, no longer was I tender and loving. Now I gave Abigail what she realised she really needed; rough, hard sex. And in exchange she made her body available to me whenever and wherever I wanted.
Seeing Abigail like this, so at ease with her own sexuality, helped to distract me from the tension that I was feeling. It reminded me of my own prodigious sexual power, the ability to take a girl and turn her into my unthinking, unquestioning plaything.
I felt my dick twitching within my tight jeans as these thoughts and emotions rushed through my body, as Abigail approached me. Our lips locked together and I suckled on her ravenously, my tongue invading her petite mouth. Her hand reached out to cup my junk, kneading it gently and only increasing my level of horniness.
I would have liked nothing more than to bend her over right there and then and fuck her senseless. But I knew that I couldn't. Business had to come before pleasure.
It was at that very moment that my phone rang. I could see immediately that it was Carlos and he could only be ringing about one thing. With a slight sense of trepidation, which in itself was a very unusual feeling for me, I answered the phone.
"We got the motherfucker!" Carlos was shouting excitedly. "We got him good, bro. That should send a message to those assholes not to fuck us with us."
"Good job bro," I shouted down the phone.
"We're at the club now, you should come and celebrate boss."
"Oh don't worry I will. You make sure you get yourself plenty of pussy tonight, you've earned it."
He laughed and hung up.
A wave of euphoria rushed through my body on hearing the news and my dick pulsed with excitement. My horniness had only increased, but I knew that right now I needed to be with my boys so with a lot of effort I dragged myself away from Abi's naked body and told her that I'd make her wait worthwhile when I finally did fuck her.
As I jumped into the Porsche that sat in our garage I knew that the wait would only make Abi more horny and make our fuck later even more spectacular.
A short drive later and I was walking down the stairs into the club that our gang owned. All our guys were there and I made a point of high fiving everyone and thanking them all for their work. A lot of our business was about being tough and ruthless, but it was important to inspire loyalty in the guys working for you.
The next few hours were a lot of fun as I kicked back with the boys and we had a great laugh. I'd already arranged for some of the hottest chicks in town to be in the club and available for the guys to have fun with and as the night went on more and more of them were taking advantage of what was on offer, slipping away to a private area of the club where their dick could get its reward.
That was the quid pro quo for all of the guys. They gave me their unquestioned loyalty and put their lives on the line on the street to uphold our control. I gave them money, status and hot chicks, three things which I'd found were enough to keep most men happy.
I hadn't felt this relaxed and at ease for months. It felt empowering to have finally done something about those upstarts who were barely out of high college but felt like they could disrespect us. Well today would show them they were playing in the big leagues now and that they were way out of their depth.
I knew there would be more work to do to get rid of their threat for good and I knew that when my father found out what had happened I'd have him to deal with. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight I was just going to enjoy myself.
As the group started to thin out I started to scope the club out for a hot slut to take home with me. Most of the chicks were ones I'd banged before, but tonight I wanted to test out a new pussy.
And then I saw her. At the far end of the bar there was what could only be described as a MILF. She looked as though she was in her mid thirties but was incredibly curvaceous. The outfit she was wearing left little to the imagination. It was a skimpy black number that showed off both her ample bosom and her chunky ass. Her skin was dark and she had straightened her shoulder length black hair so that it settled on her toned shoulders, which were exposed by her strapless outfit.
She was with another guy who I assumed was her boyfriend. But that wasn't a problem. I felt my dick hardening as I started to imagine what I'd be doing to that piece of ass tonight and I wasn't gonna let anyone or anything get in my way.
I bided my time and sure enough the guy left after a few minutes, presumably to visit the restroom. Within a few seconds I was by the mystery brunette's side, offering to get her a drink.
"Oh no, I'm fine. My husband will be back in a second."
Her husband. Now that made things interesting. It also made my dick harden even further as I contemplated the idea of fucking another man's wife.
"He's pretty dumb, isn't he?"
Her face contorted in shock and surprise at this response.
"Wh-wh-what do you mean? You don't know anything about my husband!" She replied indignantly.
"Well he must be dumb to leave such a sexy, gorgeous lady alone at the bar. If you were my wife I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"I , umm, well, that's ..."
I couldn't help but grin cockily as she stumbled over her words, unsure how to react to my advances.
"And I certainly wouldn't allow you to buy anything either, so how about I fix that drink for you?"
Without waiting for her agreement I signalled to guy working behind the bar, who immediately left the girls he'd been serving to attend to my needs. A minute later a gin and tonic and a whiskey on the rocks had been laid on the bar between us.
Now that she had got over the shock of my brash introduction the busty brunette was starting to look at me with that glint in her eyes that I'd seen from so many chicks before as she scoped out my body. I knew right then that it wouldn't be long before her legs were in the air and my dick was buried in her MILF cunt. Sure there would have to be a little bit of work on my part to coax her into it, but I knew that on a subconscious level that her cunt wanted to be fucked. And not like her husband would fuck her, tenderly and lovingly, but how I would fuck her, hard and fast and deep. It would take a bit of time for her conscious mind to catch up, but when it did she would be putty in my hands.
I picked up my drink and pushed it forward towards her. She jumped slightly as her eyes drifted back from my ripped body to the drink in my hand. Slightly flustered she reached down to pick up her drink and our glasses clinked together as we exchanged a cheers.
"I'm Jose," I said, extending a hand towards her.
"Oh, I'm Tori," she replied as she returned the gesture.
I took her hand firmly in mine and shook it powerfully. I'd learnt a long time ago that handshakes, although old-fashioned were often a good way to break the ice with a chick, especially if they already had a man and were nervous about me. It was a way to induce physical contact in a seemingly non-threatening way and show them they were dealing with a guy who was confident and powerful, a combination most of them digged no matter how much they moaned to their girlfriends about arrogant douches.
It always made me laugh hearing chicks complain about why they fell for bad boys who didn't treat them right, as though they were just really unlucky. Whereas in reality it was the fact that those men, men like me, were strong, arrogant and nasty which was what turned them on. But most girls lied, tried to convince themselves that they wanted a guy that could be loving and caring and shower them with gifts. That might be what their mind wanted, but it wasn't what their body wanted. Their bodies were primed to respond to the most powerful men, the guys that would fuck them so hard they couldn't remember their own names, who would bear them strong children. There was a part of me that felt sorry for them. They couldn't help it, they were just hardwired that way. But that didn't stop me exploiting their biological impulses so that I got what I wanted when I wanted it.
It didn't take long for Tori to open up. Soon she was telling me all about her boring, mundane life as a housewife. It seemed her husband worked for an insurance company and earned good money, while she stayed at home and looked after the two kids. At first she tried to put a positive spin on things, telling me what a great guy Kevin was and how well he looked after her. I'm sure to most people they looked like the perfect suburban family.
And yet I could tell that Tori wasn't satisfied. This was their first date out in months she told me and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was felt as though her husband wasn't giving her enough attention.
As I listened to Tori I had the chance to get a better look at her up close, and what I saw did nothing to tame the horniness flowing through my veins. She was pretty tall for a woman, standing at about 5 foot 10, aided by the stiletto shoes she was wearing. Her black dress hung low, exposing her impressive rack for the world to see. It took every effort to keep my eyes on her face and not her breasts. Still, I could console myself with the thought that before the night was out I would be much better acquainted with them.
It wasn't too much of a chore to keep my eyes on Tori's face though. While her rack and curvaceous body were definitely her best assets, she had a cute if slightly weathered face. She had dark skin, and big, smouldering brown eyes, which were only accentuated by her long, fluttering eyelashes.
As each minute went by I felt my libido rising and became more convinced at Kevin's stupidity. What he was doing was criminal. It was clear to me, from just a few minutes in her company, that Tori was an absolute sexpot. She craved male attention and I knew she would be dynamite in the sack. But it was equally obvious that Kevin wasn't up to the job of satisfying her carnal needs, and now he had brought her here, a club full of lions all too eager to devour sexy gazelles like Tori.
I kept the conversation going with a steady stream of questions, as slowly but surely we edged closer and closer together. As Tori told me about her dream of becoming an artist and getting her own studio, I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder while sneaking another surreptitious glance at her magnificent tits from what was now an even better angle. I was so close now that I could virtually see her areolas.
This is what happened when a chick wasn't taken care of properly. She started to get ideas about going off and doing things with her life, other than laying on her back and offering up her 3 holes to get the pounding that she truly craved. When being fucked relentlessly by a fat, hard prick was the only thing that would really make her feel truly happy and complete. It was a dereliction of duty that Kevin would be punished for tonight. It was pointless to provide financial and emotional security if he couldn't deliver what her body really needed.
At that moment, as Tori was in midflow, I felt a thud on my left arm and I was knocked away to see a red, angry face looking back at me.
Kevin had finally returned and the timing was perfect. For me that was, just as I'd planned it.
"Get your hands off my wife, you creep," he bellowed at me.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Kevin was about the same size as his wife, maybe even an inch shorter and was as skinny as a rake. Him squaring up to me was like a featherweight going toe to toe with a heavyweight. He really wasn't the brightest. But before I had chance to react Tori stepped in.
"Don't talk to Jose like that, where are your manners?"
"Yeah Kevin, didn't your mom teach you those?" I chipped in mockingly, adding fuel to the fire.
Unsurprisingly this only made him more furious and he snapped back at his wife, "What are you doing hanging round with this Mexican bum, anyway? This is supposed to be our night."
"Who you calling a bum?" I asked threateningly, taking a step towards the idiotic jerk.
"You heard me, this is my wife. Now back off," Kevin replied, digging an even bigger hole for himself.
"All I was doing was giving her some attention, something which is obviously a struggle for you to do," I said sneeringly.
"You d-don't know the first thing about me or my wife. Now get lost!" As he said the last few words he seemed to lose his head entirely, lunging forward to push me away.
I swayed quickly backwards, causing him to topple forward, struggling to stay on his feet. As his head righted itself he looked back at me and saw me raising my fist. For a fraction of a second I saw the fear in his eyes as he realised that he'd gotten in way out of his depth. But the fear was soon gone as I swung hard and my fist connected with a powerful crack on his weak, pathetic chin. His head rocked straight back and he toppled over onto the floor.
The few onlookers who had glanced across to see what the commotion was about turned back to their drinks. Nobody came to Kevin's aide, as he lay motionless prone on the floor.
Drawing my fist back I turned to face Tori, "I told you he was an idiot," I said calmly as though nothing had happened.
Tori nodded imperceptibly. She was still in a daze from the shock of what she had just witnessed. I could tell there were a torrent of emotions running through her. Undoubtedly there was some concern for her husband, but that wasn't the only feeling bubbling inside her. I knew there was a big part of her that was aroused by my assertion of dominance over her husband and the way I had dealt with his pathetic challenge.
I knew that now was the moment to seize and exploit Tori's confusion.
Without any warning I quickly moved towards her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my body as I reached down and planted my lips on hers. Immediately, my tongue burst through her lips and into her mouth. In seconds we were kissing passionately, our tongues meshed together in a furious, tempestuous dance. My hands finally had the chance to roam over her sensuous body, feeling out her curves.
I knew immediately that I had won. Tori had been crying out for a hot guy to take her like this for months, maybe even years. It had just needed a real man to spot what she needed and have the courage to give it to her.
It was like the mental cage which she had imprisoned herself in for so long had finally been broken. And with those shackles removed, the real Tori was unleashed. Her hands grouped my body, feeling their way from muscle to muscle.
I was fully hard now, my dick leaking precum inside my boxers and straining against the cotton fibre which bound it. I pressed my body into hers, so that she could feel my engorged shaft pressed up against her midriff.
As it poked into her I felt her shiver and knew that she was ready to give herself to me fully. Our kissing was getting more frantic now, with saliva dripping from both of us as we became lost in the moment. Taking Tori's chunky ass in my hands I lifted her up and started carrying her to the exit of the club, never once allowing her plump lips to lose contact with mine.
As we left the club Tori shivered again as the cool, cold air hit her clammy body. She was losing all control now and squirmed in my arms. I could see her nipples now as the front of her dress dropped down to reveal them, and I could see they were as hard as diamonds pointing straight at me.
It only took a moment for me to bundle her into the back of the SUV which was waiting to take her back to the mansion. Finally, our lips broke apart as we looked at each other as the car sped away. Tori looked demented with lust. Her chest was heaving up and down, she had a light sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess from where I had ruffled it.
She now knew exactly what she wanted and all inhibitions had now been cast aside. As I sat back in my seat Tori dived forward, her hands groping at my groin. As she massaged my junk through my jeans her eyes widened in disbelief.
Slowly but surely I buried my jackhammer deeper and deeper inside her willing hole, wrapping more and more of my shaft inside her fleshy cock-pocket. Before I had even managed to get the whole of my cock inside her I felt Abigail shudder beneath me and let out a high pitched squeal of ecstasy as the first proper orgasm of her life ripped through her body.
I let out a groan as I felt her cunt clamp down on my fuck stick, but I kept on fucking her through the orgasm knowing that I had the ability to last much longer and give her more orgasms before the night was out.
As the orgasm subsided Abigail opened her eyes and it was like she had been reborn. Gone was the shy, naive, innocent girl that I had met a few hours ago. In her place was a desperate woman, with sexual needs which had to be fulfilled.
I gave her a cheeky smile and took my cue to really start fucking her properly. In a flash I had picked up the pace, ramming my spear inside her at a much faster pace and forcing her cunt to stretch and accommodate all 9 thick inches of my rock hard dick.
Soon she was screaming again at the top of her lungs, as eventually I bottomed out balls deep inside her cunt. As I continued to pound her relentlessly she started to talk dirty to me, telling me to fuck her harder.
Hearing this previously innocent girl acting like a total slut only heightened my arousal further and I felt more blood rushing to my already oversized cock as it blasted in and out of her cunt. We were both flailing wildly now and I felt another orgasm race through my conquest, causing her to squirt all over my thrusting battering ram.
As I felt her cunt tighten again around my fuck hammer I felt a familiar sensation as my balls tightened and soon I was roaring as I released my seed deep inside her virgin cunt. We collapsed in each other's arms, both covered in a sheen of sweat from our energetic tryst.
Over the course of that night I lost count of the number of orgasms Abigail had, as my dick quickly hardened and kept fucking her still tight pussy, stretching it so that it was tailor made for my cock. I knew that it was important not just to fuck Abigail, but to own her entirely. I needed to make her realise that being fucked by me, feeling that orgasm rush through her body, was more important than anything else in the world. Then she would be my own personal sex toy, to do with as I pleased.
The next morning when I awoke I couldn't help but look at the start contrast between my dark, Mexican skin and her pale white complexion. It never got old fucking innocent, white chicks. Defiling and corrupting them so that they became prisoners of their lust.
It had taken time and effort but eventually I had managed to transform that innocent virgin into the cock hungry whore that stood naked before me now.
The transformation had been physical. Gone were the small, pert A cups, replaced by huge, fake tits. The finest that money could buy. Her hair had been dyed bleach blonde and she had spent hours on the sun bed and by the pool to acquire a rich, golden tan. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed and she wore bright pink lipstick as befitted the slut she had become.
But her mental transformation had been even more complete. Gone was the clever, ambitious girl eager to go to college and study. In her place was a slut who only cared about having her holes filled on a regular basis by a big cock.
No longer did I have to be slow and gentle, no longer was I tender and loving. Now I gave Abigail what she realised she really needed; rough, hard sex. And in exchange she made her body available to me whenever and wherever I wanted.
Seeing Abigail like this, so at ease with her own sexuality, helped to distract me from the tension that I was feeling. It reminded me of my own prodigious sexual power, the ability to take a girl and turn her into my unthinking, unquestioning plaything.
I felt my dick twitching within my tight jeans as these thoughts and emotions rushed through my body, as Abigail approached me. Our lips locked together and I suckled on her ravenously, my tongue invading her petite mouth. Her hand reached out to cup my junk, kneading it gently and only increasing my level of horniness.
I would have liked nothing more than to bend her over right there and then and fuck her senseless. But I knew that I couldn't. Business had to come before pleasure.
It was at that very moment that my phone rang. I could see immediately that it was Carlos and he could only be ringing about one thing. With a slight sense of trepidation, which in itself was a very unusual feeling for me, I answered the phone.
"We got the motherfucker!" Carlos was shouting excitedly. "We got him good, bro. That should send a message to those assholes not to fuck us with us."
"Good job bro," I shouted down the phone.
"We're at the club now, you should come and celebrate boss."
"Oh don't worry I will. You make sure you get yourself plenty of pussy tonight, you've earned it."
He laughed and hung up.
A wave of euphoria rushed through my body on hearing the news and my dick pulsed with excitement. My horniness had only increased, but I knew that right now I needed to be with my boys so with a lot of effort I dragged myself away from Abi's naked body and told her that I'd make her wait worthwhile when I finally did fuck her.
As I jumped into the Porsche that sat in our garage I knew that the wait would only make Abi more horny and make our fuck later even more spectacular.
A short drive later and I was walking down the stairs into the club that our gang owned. All our guys were there and I made a point of high fiving everyone and thanking them all for their work. A lot of our business was about being tough and ruthless, but it was important to inspire loyalty in the guys working for you.
The next few hours were a lot of fun as I kicked back with the boys and we had a great laugh. I'd already arranged for some of the hottest chicks in town to be in the club and available for the guys to have fun with and as the night went on more and more of them were taking advantage of what was on offer, slipping away to a private area of the club where their dick could get its reward.
That was the quid pro quo for all of the guys. They gave me their unquestioned loyalty and put their lives on the line on the street to uphold our control. I gave them money, status and hot chicks, three things which I'd found were enough to keep most men happy.
I hadn't felt this relaxed and at ease for months. It felt empowering to have finally done something about those upstarts who were barely out of high college but felt like they could disrespect us. Well today would show them they were playing in the big leagues now and that they were way out of their depth.
I knew there would be more work to do to get rid of their threat for good and I knew that when my father found out what had happened I'd have him to deal with. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight I was just going to enjoy myself.
As the group started to thin out I started to scope the club out for a hot slut to take home with me. Most of the chicks were ones I'd banged before, but tonight I wanted to test out a new pussy.
And then I saw her. At the far end of the bar there was what could only be described as a MILF. She looked as though she was in her mid thirties but was incredibly curvaceous. The outfit she was wearing left little to the imagination. It was a skimpy black number that showed off both her ample bosom and her chunky ass. Her skin was dark and she had straightened her shoulder length black hair so that it settled on her toned shoulders, which were exposed by her strapless outfit.
She was with another guy who I assumed was her boyfriend. But that wasn't a problem. I felt my dick hardening as I started to imagine what I'd be doing to that piece of ass tonight and I wasn't gonna let anyone or anything get in my way.
I bided my time and sure enough the guy left after a few minutes, presumably to visit the restroom. Within a few seconds I was by the mystery brunette's side, offering to get her a drink.
"Oh no, I'm fine. My husband will be back in a second."
Her husband. Now that made things interesting. It also made my dick harden even further as I contemplated the idea of fucking another man's wife.
"He's pretty dumb, isn't he?"
Her face contorted in shock and surprise at this response.
"Wh-wh-what do you mean? You don't know anything about my husband!" She replied indignantly.
"Well he must be dumb to leave such a sexy, gorgeous lady alone at the bar. If you were my wife I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
"I , umm, well, that's ..."
I couldn't help but grin cockily as she stumbled over her words, unsure how to react to my advances.
"And I certainly wouldn't allow you to buy anything either, so how about I fix that drink for you?"
Without waiting for her agreement I signalled to guy working behind the bar, who immediately left the girls he'd been serving to attend to my needs. A minute later a gin and tonic and a whiskey on the rocks had been laid on the bar between us.
Now that she had got over the shock of my brash introduction the busty brunette was starting to look at me with that glint in her eyes that I'd seen from so many chicks before as she scoped out my body. I knew right then that it wouldn't be long before her legs were in the air and my dick was buried in her MILF cunt. Sure there would have to be a little bit of work on my part to coax her into it, but I knew that on a subconscious level that her cunt wanted to be fucked. And not like her husband would fuck her, tenderly and lovingly, but how I would fuck her, hard and fast and deep. It would take a bit of time for her conscious mind to catch up, but when it did she would be putty in my hands.
I picked up my drink and pushed it forward towards her. She jumped slightly as her eyes drifted back from my ripped body to the drink in my hand. Slightly flustered she reached down to pick up her drink and our glasses clinked together as we exchanged a cheers.
"I'm Jose," I said, extending a hand towards her.
"Oh, I'm Tori," she replied as she returned the gesture.
I took her hand firmly in mine and shook it powerfully. I'd learnt a long time ago that handshakes, although old-fashioned were often a good way to break the ice with a chick, especially if they already had a man and were nervous about me. It was a way to induce physical contact in a seemingly non-threatening way and show them they were dealing with a guy who was confident and powerful, a combination most of them digged no matter how much they moaned to their girlfriends about arrogant douches.
It always made me laugh hearing chicks complain about why they fell for bad boys who didn't treat them right, as though they were just really unlucky. Whereas in reality it was the fact that those men, men like me, were strong, arrogant and nasty which was what turned them on. But most girls lied, tried to convince themselves that they wanted a guy that could be loving and caring and shower them with gifts. That might be what their mind wanted, but it wasn't what their body wanted. Their bodies were primed to respond to the most powerful men, the guys that would fuck them so hard they couldn't remember their own names, who would bear them strong children. There was a part of me that felt sorry for them. They couldn't help it, they were just hardwired that way. But that didn't stop me exploiting their biological impulses so that I got what I wanted when I wanted it.
It didn't take long for Tori to open up. Soon she was telling me all about her boring, mundane life as a housewife. It seemed her husband worked for an insurance company and earned good money, while she stayed at home and looked after the two kids. At first she tried to put a positive spin on things, telling me what a great guy Kevin was and how well he looked after her. I'm sure to most people they looked like the perfect suburban family.
And yet I could tell that Tori wasn't satisfied. This was their first date out in months she told me and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was felt as though her husband wasn't giving her enough attention.
As I listened to Tori I had the chance to get a better look at her up close, and what I saw did nothing to tame the horniness flowing through my veins. She was pretty tall for a woman, standing at about 5 foot 10, aided by the stiletto shoes she was wearing. Her black dress hung low, exposing her impressive rack for the world to see. It took every effort to keep my eyes on her face and not her breasts. Still, I could console myself with the thought that before the night was out I would be much better acquainted with them.
It wasn't too much of a chore to keep my eyes on Tori's face though. While her rack and curvaceous body were definitely her best assets, she had a cute if slightly weathered face. She had dark skin, and big, smouldering brown eyes, which were only accentuated by her long, fluttering eyelashes.
As each minute went by I felt my libido rising and became more convinced at Kevin's stupidity. What he was doing was criminal. It was clear to me, from just a few minutes in her company, that Tori was an absolute sexpot. She craved male attention and I knew she would be dynamite in the sack. But it was equally obvious that Kevin wasn't up to the job of satisfying her carnal needs, and now he had brought her here, a club full of lions all too eager to devour sexy gazelles like Tori.
I kept the conversation going with a steady stream of questions, as slowly but surely we edged closer and closer together. As Tori told me about her dream of becoming an artist and getting her own studio, I reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder while sneaking another surreptitious glance at her magnificent tits from what was now an even better angle. I was so close now that I could virtually see her areolas.
This is what happened when a chick wasn't taken care of properly. She started to get ideas about going off and doing things with her life, other than laying on her back and offering up her 3 holes to get the pounding that she truly craved. When being fucked relentlessly by a fat, hard prick was the only thing that would really make her feel truly happy and complete. It was a dereliction of duty that Kevin would be punished for tonight. It was pointless to provide financial and emotional security if he couldn't deliver what her body really needed.
At that moment, as Tori was in midflow, I felt a thud on my left arm and I was knocked away to see a red, angry face looking back at me.
Kevin had finally returned and the timing was perfect. For me that was, just as I'd planned it.
"Get your hands off my wife, you creep," he bellowed at me.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Kevin was about the same size as his wife, maybe even an inch shorter and was as skinny as a rake. Him squaring up to me was like a featherweight going toe to toe with a heavyweight. He really wasn't the brightest. But before I had chance to react Tori stepped in.
"Don't talk to Jose like that, where are your manners?"
"Yeah Kevin, didn't your mom teach you those?" I chipped in mockingly, adding fuel to the fire.
Unsurprisingly this only made him more furious and he snapped back at his wife, "What are you doing hanging round with this Mexican bum, anyway? This is supposed to be our night."
"Who you calling a bum?" I asked threateningly, taking a step towards the idiotic jerk.
"You heard me, this is my wife. Now back off," Kevin replied, digging an even bigger hole for himself.
"All I was doing was giving her some attention, something which is obviously a struggle for you to do," I said sneeringly.
"You d-don't know the first thing about me or my wife. Now get lost!" As he said the last few words he seemed to lose his head entirely, lunging forward to push me away.
I swayed quickly backwards, causing him to topple forward, struggling to stay on his feet. As his head righted itself he looked back at me and saw me raising my fist. For a fraction of a second I saw the fear in his eyes as he realised that he'd gotten in way out of his depth. But the fear was soon gone as I swung hard and my fist connected with a powerful crack on his weak, pathetic chin. His head rocked straight back and he toppled over onto the floor.
The few onlookers who had glanced across to see what the commotion was about turned back to their drinks. Nobody came to Kevin's aide, as he lay motionless prone on the floor.
Drawing my fist back I turned to face Tori, "I told you he was an idiot," I said calmly as though nothing had happened.
Tori nodded imperceptibly. She was still in a daze from the shock of what she had just witnessed. I could tell there were a torrent of emotions running through her. Undoubtedly there was some concern for her husband, but that wasn't the only feeling bubbling inside her. I knew there was a big part of her that was aroused by my assertion of dominance over her husband and the way I had dealt with his pathetic challenge.
I knew that now was the moment to seize and exploit Tori's confusion.
Without any warning I quickly moved towards her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my body as I reached down and planted my lips on hers. Immediately, my tongue burst through her lips and into her mouth. In seconds we were kissing passionately, our tongues meshed together in a furious, tempestuous dance. My hands finally had the chance to roam over her sensuous body, feeling out her curves.
I knew immediately that I had won. Tori had been crying out for a hot guy to take her like this for months, maybe even years. It had just needed a real man to spot what she needed and have the courage to give it to her.
It was like the mental cage which she had imprisoned herself in for so long had finally been broken. And with those shackles removed, the real Tori was unleashed. Her hands grouped my body, feeling their way from muscle to muscle.
I was fully hard now, my dick leaking precum inside my boxers and straining against the cotton fibre which bound it. I pressed my body into hers, so that she could feel my engorged shaft pressed up against her midriff.
As it poked into her I felt her shiver and knew that she was ready to give herself to me fully. Our kissing was getting more frantic now, with saliva dripping from both of us as we became lost in the moment. Taking Tori's chunky ass in my hands I lifted her up and started carrying her to the exit of the club, never once allowing her plump lips to lose contact with mine.
As we left the club Tori shivered again as the cool, cold air hit her clammy body. She was losing all control now and squirmed in my arms. I could see her nipples now as the front of her dress dropped down to reveal them, and I could see they were as hard as diamonds pointing straight at me.
It only took a moment for me to bundle her into the back of the SUV which was waiting to take her back to the mansion. Finally, our lips broke apart as we looked at each other as the car sped away. Tori looked demented with lust. Her chest was heaving up and down, she had a light sheen of sweat and her hair was a mess from where I had ruffled it.
She now knew exactly what she wanted and all inhibitions had now been cast aside. As I sat back in my seat Tori dived forward, her hands groping at my groin. As she massaged my junk through my jeans her eyes widened in disbelief.
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