This Was My First Story Published On Literotica. Written From Claire’s Perspective And Based On Some

Mr. Footlong

There's something about being driven by my husband to a cheap motel in order to be fucked by an enormous cock. And that's exactly what I did Friday night.

We checked in: first floor room with a door to the parking lot. We left the curtains open, with the thin shade the only thing from seeing right in. It helped with the lighting, so my husband could more easily see what would be happening to me. I changed into skimpy lingerie: red, not my best color, but it was new and I needed to take it for a "spin." See how much it enticed a lover to ride me harder.

My husband let him in: taller than I expected, but true to his pictures. I wanted to hurry to see the REST of his pictures were accurate, but we sat down on the bed together to chat and ease into things. My husband eased into the chair at the table.

We started kissing as I noticed people walking by. They'd get a treat if they stopped to watch, but they didn't. He laid me down, and proceeded to go down on me. It felt so good, but I didn't cum. He disrobed, and I got my first sight of the largest dick I've ever seen in real life. Probably 3 or 4 inches longer than anything I've seen, and about the size of my wrist. He was semi-hard, so I figured it would get bigger.

And it did: in my mouth. It was a good size, and choked me despite having most of his cock not in my mouth. I went down as deep as I could, putting my hand on it… and my second hand behind it on his shaft. My eyes were tearing, but he persisted in keeping it in me. Choking harder, he relented, slobber all over his upper shaft.

He picked me up, and tossed me on my back on the bed. He was going in missionary, on the bed sideways… a perfect view for my husband of what was about to be stuck in his wife. But he teased for a while, moving his head up and down and he put his weight on me, his tongue finding mine in my mouth. He stuck it in, just the head and maybe an inch. It hurt, but not as much as I thought: he was apparently acquainted with getting a woman ready to take his full erection.

He went in, and I never felt so full. He was probably halfway in, but I orgasmed. He held it there as I came hard, my moan increasing as I felt how my pussy couldn't contract on such a thick piece of flesh. He started up again when my writhing subsided, putting maybe another couple inches in, and began some decent thrusts in and out. I came again, less than 30 seconds from my previous one. We went like this: some fucking, my orgasm, some more fucking, another orgasm. I think I took it all, but didn't feel his balls on me. Had to ask my husband later (apparently it was pretty much in).

He came into what had to be directly in my cervix. I came right away, hard. His pulses coupled with my contractions was doubling the pleasure I had. It was good: really good. When he pulled out, I had several more contractions with how long it took to slowly pull out.

He went to wash up, and my husband came to reclaim me. He didn't go down on me, preferring to feel how I had been stretched out with the other, massive penis. Yes, I could "feel" my husband, but he said it definitely was different: looser, maybe less "tight" or less able to grip his cock. The guy came out of the bathroom, said he had to leave earlier than planned, and got his things. Disappointing, but, as I was getting impaled by my love, I didn't complain as much. He left, opening the door to the world as my husband was still fucking me.

My husband came in me, and I felt fulfilled. We laid together for a while, realizing that we were in some seedy motel in Tacoma, having had an enormous penis open me up so good I still felt wrecked. We probably won't call upon Mr. Footlong's services again - he was a little too cocky, deprecating to us both, and sure of himself for our liking - but I truly did enjoy what a dick of that size and girth could do to me.

We left, maybe 3 hours after checking in. I didn't go to check out with him, but my husband enjoyed the confusion and then realization from the front desk that we'd just come to the motel for a quick, random fuck.

I need more quick, random fucks from well-endowed men.

That last slow stroke and teasing edge before I need to lock myself for her. Quite a few sexy texts back and forth today while she sets her ground rules. Sex when and how she wants it, more time to be spent using my tongue, and when I am allowed to cum then I need to be ready to clean up my mess….. it’s going to be hard to get soft enough to fit the base ring on, let alone stuff myself into the cage and it could be quite a while before it comes off for more than a clean and shave.

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Feel free to send me any pictures if you are locked, or if you are massive down there then I’d love to see you to get my jealous cock-envy going. Happy to chat and swap pics.

Just had the call from the Doctors, cancellation appointment available for a vasectomy tomorrow.

Unlocked and ready.

She has already asked how long will I need before it can go back on.

I asked if she would make sure I was drained before I go, I even offered to try for twice in one night.

I got a smile and “maybe” in response.