I finished the coffee in my bedroom while doing my make-up and hair. I applied just the faintest eye shadow and a pale pink lip gloss for the picnic. A ponytail seemed appropriate for a casual picnic. I chose a white lace thong and a matching strapless bra. The sundress I'd chosen fits me perfectly, covering everything it should while accentuating my shape nicely. With the elastic pheasant top pulled down over my shoulders, only a tiny amount of cleavage showed, but my entire neck and shoulders were exposed. I opted to wear the top over my shoulders until Kenneth indicated that he wanted a sexier look. I slipped on a pair of sandals with a two-inch heel and stepped to survey my look in the mirror. Casual and classy with just enough sexy came to mind as I pirouetted around to see how the back looked.

My instructions from Daddy were to meet Kenneth in the parking lot of a swimming pool at the picnic grove. I estimated the drive would be about forty minutes, so I left the house a little after noon. The one thing I don't like about this job is that Daddy never, for obvious reasons, goes into any detail about what the client wants sexually. I always seem to think about that while driving to meet a client. Does he want slow, sensual, or fast and hard? Would he want me to do a sexy strip tease or remove my clothing himself? Is he into anal sex, or does he prefer oral pleasures? When he cums does he want to unload inside my pussy or ass, or would he rather have me suck him off, filling my mouth with thick, rich cum. Of course, many men want to have me suck their cock until they are ready to explode, then take over themselves and jerk off, splashing my face with their sticky cum shot. Time will tell what Kenneth's fantasies are.

The drive took longer than I thought, and I pulled into the lot at ten of one. The lot was empty since the pool season ended in early September. I parked my Benz and pressed the button to open the window. A few minutes later, a bright red SUV pulled into the lot; it circled my car and stopped with the driver's window next to mine. As the tinted window slid down, I got my first look at Kenneth, who appeared to be in his early fifties with a hint of gray hair at his temples. His brilliant white smile flashed at me, but dark sunglasses hid his eyes. "You Angel?" he asked.

"Yes, and you must be Kenneth," I replied.

He shook his head yes, then said, "Call me Ken."

I flashed him a broad smile and replied, "Okay, Ken."

"Hop in," he suggested.

I closed my window and opened the door, sliding out of the driver's seat. I closed and locked the door. Ken watched intently as I walked around the front of his SUV and got into the passenger seat. He was wearing a pullover sports shirt and a pair of khaki slacks. His muscular arms stretched the fabric at the sleeves of his shirt.

"You look incredible," he commented as he turned a little toward me.

I replied, "Thank you, Ken."

His eyes stayed focused on my face as he spoke, "I should fill you in on this picnic. It's my thirty-fifth class reunion, and I’d like you to pose as my wife."

I smiled at him and said, "That's not a problem. I was a trophy wife in my previous life." The fact that I wasn't wearing a wedding ring could present a problem, but I would handle it if it came up.

"I own a software company and was married when I attended my twenty-fifth reunion," Ken explained.

Ken filled me in on a few more helpful details about himself so I'd be prepared if questions arose during the day.

"Is my dress okay?" I asked him, knowing that if it wasn't, there was nothing I could do. He smiled as he reached for the elastic top stretched over my shoulder. "Does this go down over your arms?" he asked.

I hooked a finger on each side and slid the pheasant top down. "Tell me when to stop," I said.

His smile widened as the fabric stretched across my tits, and while he didn't say stop, I did when the elastic was a straight line across my body, and a hint of cleavage was revealed.

"Very sexy," Ken remarked as he let his eyes roam down over my chest.

I grinned at him and answered, "If you think this is sexy, wait till you see the treat I have for you later."

As he moved the shifter into drive and started pulling away, Ken said, "I can hardly wait." We drove a short distance along a paved driveway until we saw a sign "Steel High" with an arrow pointing to the left. Ken followed the dirt path to an area where about twenty-five cars were parked. Some of his classmates planned on being fashionably late, or Steel High was a tiny school.

He parked the car and jumped out, rounding the vehicle to open my door. As I slid out of the seat, he surveyed my form. "Awesome," he remarked as I stood back enough for him to take in my whole body.

I moved closer to him and rubbed my tits against his chest, then kissed him on the cheek like a good trophy wife should.

As we approached the assembled group, more than a few men turned to see who Ken had with him. I held his hand as we came to a table with name tags. He found his, and then filled in the blank one. Angel Sacks was the name he wrote. I giggled as he peeled the backing off and turned toward me. "Let's see where we can put this?" Ken asked.

I took his hand in mine and pressed it against the elastic of my pheasant top. "Here's fine; you can peel this off first later," I suggested.

After peeling off the backing, I pressed his name tag against his chest. It felt hard as a rock, and I seized the opportunity to slide my fingertips slowly down over his body. The distinct feel of cut abdominal muscles was what I felt. Ken Sacks is a very handsome man who is in incredible shape. I couldn't wait to feel his hard body against mine while his cock filled my pussy.

We spent the next four hours mingling with Ken's high school classmates, but I was constantly imagining having his rock-hard cock in my mouth, feeling it pulse while I slowly sucked it. I couldn't wait to finish with the picnic and get to the second part of our date when I could seduce him in my see-through gown.

At five o'clock, it seemed like an internal alarm went off in Ken's head, and he said his goodbyes within five minutes, and we headed back to his bright red SUV.

"That was fun," I said as Ken settled into the driver's seat beside me.

He looked at me, smiled, and then spoke, "Thanks for doing the role-play thing for me."

I reached over and placed one soft hand on his thigh. "Maybe we should continue that tonight," I suggested.

Ken covered my hand with his and then slid it to his crotch. I could feel his hard cock beneath his slacks. "I've been thinking about fucking you all afternoon," Ken admitted.

"That's funny cause I've been thinking about the same thing," I replied.

As we drove back to the pool parking lot, I kept my hand on his erection, slowly stroking the stiff shaft through the fabric covering it.

He pulled up alongside my car and put the transmission in park.

"Where are we going from here?" I asked.

He turned toward me and said, "Back to my place."

I gave his cock a squeeze and said. "I hope it's not too far; I can't wait to feel this in my hand."

"Ten-minute drive, Angel," Ken replied.

"Perfect, I'll follow you," I replied.

I slipped out of his car, walked around my Benz, and slid into the driver's seat. Ten minutes later, I followed him into the driveway of his home, a colossal dwelling for a single man. The lawn and gardens were immaculate; I thought Ken must have a service to take care of this place.

He walked out of the garage and met me as I stood outside my car. His hands came to rest on my hips, and he smiled just before giving me a passionate kiss. Our tongues flicked at one another, his teeth biting lightly on my lower lip as we kissed. I placed my hand on his cock once again. It felt even harder than when I first touched it in his car.

"Take me inside," I asked after Ken broke our first kiss.

Ken took my hand in his and led me along a winding walkway to the front door of his home. The smell of rose blossoms filled the air. "This is an imposing home," I commented as we approached the front door.

"It's nothing special," Ken replied.

That was the understatement of the century. Ken's home is incredible. From the giant foyer with a two-story ceiling enhanced with a massive crystal chandler to the curving oak stairway to the second floor, his home screamed money. Once Ken had closed the giant solid wood front door, he moved forward and stood behind me as I took in the spectacular structure he calls home. His hands again rested on my hips, and I could feel his body close to mine.

"Do you want the fifty-cent tour?" he questioned.

"Oh yes, please," I instantly replied, wanting to see the rest of this imposing house. Before Ken took my hand in his hand, he leaned forward and kissed my neck. It was a tender kiss that still sent shivers along my spine. It was my job to turn him on sexually, but he had turned the tables on me and was already leaps and bounds ahead on the seduction scale.

His hand felt good holding mine as he took me to the formal dining room off the foyer. Another crystal chandler, this one smaller but all the same, still a very expensive-looking fixture, hung above a large dining room table with seating for eight. A matching china cabinet filled with every possible setting and server stood along one wall, and at the far end of the room, a low buffet cabinet was adorned with very tasteful crystal pieces. I was sure the drawers held every possible tablecloth and napkins for a formal meal. The floor was random-width oak hardwood, and an oriental rug was positioned under the table and chairs.

From the dining room, Ken led me to the kitchen. "Incredible," I remarked as we entered the kitchen. Cherry cabinets, granite countertops, and stainless appliances made a kitchen befitting any of the Iron Chefs on television.

Off the kitchen and behind the garage was a cozy-looking family room; leather seating and a giant screen TV stood out in this room. A round felt-covered card table and four chairs were in one corner. "I spend most of my time in here," Ken remarked.

As we walked back through the kitchen, I said, "Your home is incredible, but I have to say it seems a little big for just you."

"We raised three kids in this house. The kids all went off to college and are now on their own. A year ago, I lost my wife to breast cancer; she was diagnosed in December and passed eight months later," Ken explained.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," I responded.

He stopped in the doorway to the living room and turned to face me; his hands again came to rest on my hips. His smile told me that he had finished mourning for his wife. "Angel, I haven't been with a woman for a year and a half," Ken explained.

He had chosen a paid escort service as his first since losing his wife. I took his hands in mine and lifted them to my tits, pressing them into the soft flesh of my chest. His hands trembled as he slowly kneaded them, and I could feel my nipples begin to harden under his gentle caress.

"I'm going to make this night special for you," I said as I drew the fabric covering my breasts down. His hands continued softly massaging my tits as I reached around and undid the clasp of my bra, the fabric crumpled in his hands.

"Beautiful," Ken remarked as he dropped the bra to the floor between us.

As Ken continued squeezing my tits gently, I moved one hand to his loins. His cock was fully erect and surging under the fabric of his slacks.

"Let me pleasure you, Ken," I said as my hand moved along the length of his rock-hard erection.

He only shook his head; yes, that was all I needed. I slowly undid his pants and moved my hand inside his boxers. His cock was completely hard, the bulbous head hot to my touch; even without looking at it, I knew the shaft was covered with a matrix of blood-engorged veins.

"Oh god, that feels so good," Ken said as my hand slowly traveled down the length of his cock finally reaching his scrotum and the heavy balls it contained.

"Can I suck it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

As I slowly knelt before him, Ken grasped the edges of the door frame, and his eyes followed mine as I positioned my face in line with his loins.

I slowly peeled his slacks down his legs, forming a puddle of fabric around his feet but allowed his cock to remain imprisoned by the cotton fabric of his boxers. My fingernails traced back up his legs, teasing the tanned flesh of his thighs and causing him to grip the wood trim even harder.

Ken's eyes were glued to mine as I hooked my index fingers under the elastic waistband of his boxers. I stretched the fabric straight front, then slowly released his rock-hard cock from its prison.

"God damm," Ken exclaimed as I pulled his undershorts down his legs.

His cock sprang forth, standing straight up from his loins, a beautiful hard cock with a bulbous head and wide flaring corona. The shaft pulsed as his heart pumped blood through the veins that stood out clearly along the shaft. Below, his scrotum was drawn tightly up against the base of his cock shaft, the flesh clearly defining the twin orbs of sperm-producing balls it contained. Other than masturbating, this beautiful cock hadn't unloaded in a year and a half; I would have to be cautious not to cause it to explode too soon.

I hadn't touched his cock since I released it to my visual stare; I studied it for several moments, memorizing every nook and cranny, wanting to please every inch of his beautiful cock. His eyes begged me to touch it. I leaned forward and kissed the tip gently with pursed lips.

Ken smiled, knowing I was only getting started.

"I can't wait to taste you," I said just before I planted a second kiss on his cock head, this one a little firmer, allowing my lips to part so I could flick my tongue at his sensitive corona.

His lustful stare screamed for me to take it inside my mouth. I planted a third kiss on his cock head, but this time as I touched him with my soft, warm lips, I opened them and took the head between.

"Fuck!" Ken exclaimed as my lips closed around the shaft just below his flaring corona. His cock tasted incredible, and he rewarded me with a droplet of pre-cum for my efforts. I slowly started bobbing back and forth, caressing the corona with my moist lips, the tip of my tongue drawn back and flicked at the end of his cock as I bobbed inward.

Ken moaned soulfully as I continued pleasuring only the tip of his cock. He released his death grip on the wood trim and moved one hand to the back of my head, circling my ponytail with his fist.

Now, it was my turn to vocalize with my eyes, and I permitted him to control my oral treatment with his hand.

You can imagine my surprise when Ken pulled my head back until his cock slipped from my mouth when I suspected he would do the exact opposite and press my face against his loins.

"I want this to last forever," Ken said as I tried to capture his cock head again.

I instantly understood. "Take me to your bed," I suggested.

Ken released my ponytail, the wood trim he had held onto for dear life, and slowly lifted me to a standing position. Bending down, he pulled his boxers and slacks back up his legs and said, "I wanna see the treat you told me about earlier.

"Oh shit, I left my overnight bag in the car," I said as we walked toward the foyer.

I pulled my dress up over my tits and said, "I'll be back in a flash."

Ken smiled and said, "Can you make it sooner?"

It took me thirty seconds to dash out to my car and retrieve the bag. Returning, Ken took my hand and led me up the curved staircase.

I noticed four doors at the top of the stairs, but only one was open. We headed for that door. Ken's bedroom was spacious, with a king-size bed against one wall, a seating area near the double windows, and a small desk that held a laptop.

"Let me change," I said.

Ken smiled and motioned to the door to the master bathroom.

"Make yourself comfortable," I suggested as I headed to the bathroom.

Inside, I quickly removed my sundress and white lace thong, placing both over the back of a chair. I removed the lingerie from my overnight bag and started with the flimsy black thong. I wanted to have the appearance of a sexy seductress, so I applied dark eye shadow and enhanced my eyelashes with mascara, drawing a tiny line from the corner of my eyes toward my temples. The finishing touch was lipstick; I chose a shimmering red, which I knew would contrast perfectly with my black lingerie. I left my hair in a ponytail, allowing Ken to remove the elastic band holding it and release my hair if he chose to. I slipped the chiffon gown over my head and closed the flashy zipper to the hemline at my feet. Stepping into the black stilettoes, I moved to the full-length mirror at the back of the door to survey my appearance. The gown rested perfectly on the tops of my shoes, and as I pirouetted on the balls of my feet, I noticed that my thong was not positioned as I'd imagined. I bent down and unzipped the gown, then hooked two fingers in the tiny strands of fabric at my hips, lifting them higher and pulling the see-through fabric covering my pussy into a bit of camel toe. Closing the zipper again, I spun around in front of the mirror again. The look was perfect, sultry, seductive, and very sexy.

I wanted this evening to be one that Ken would remember forever. I turned the lights off and opened the door, stepping into the opening. Ken was standing across the room, wearing only his brilliant smile.

"You did tell me to get comfortable," he said as I stepped toward his naked form.

As I suspected, Ken Sacks is in perfect shape, his muscular shoulders and arms enhanced by the six-pack ab muscles. He sported a golden tan that contrasted with the creamy white flesh protected by his swimsuit. His cock had remained rock solid, standing straight up from his loins, the flaring head much more comprehensive than the shaft. I estimated his cock to be about nine inches long, a perfect size for throating.

As I strolled toward him, his eyes roamed up and down my form; it was almost like he had to burn the image into his memory.

"Incredible," Ken remarked when I stopped and pirouetted halfway to him.

He began moving toward me, his cock swaying side to side with each step. I waited for him in the middle of the room, and as we came together, his hands circled my body and pulled me against his.

"Kiss me," I said.

Our mouths met, tongues flicking at one another, lips crashing into each other, his cock pressing against my loins and grinding into me.

As we kissed, his hands began moving up and down my back, sliding into my hair and then down to squeeze my ass. I moved my hands into his hair and guided his mouth as together the passion between us built.

My tongue darted between his lips, he sucking it as I pressed it deeper between his teeth. He grasped my ass and squeezed, pulling my loins firmer against his beautiful raging cock. I ground my hips against him and kept on after he'd released my ass to move his hands between us and begin fondling my soft tits.

I leaned back a little, breaking our lustful kiss but giving him better access to my chest. "I love having my tits played with," I whispered.

Ken's hands explored every square inch of my tits, gently caressing the soft orbs and playfully pinching my hard nipples through the flimsy material of my gown.

"Touch my cock," Ken requested.

I moved my hands between our bodies and circled his throbbing erection with both, slowly stroking the length of his rock-hard cock shaft with one and gently massaging the bulbous cock head with the other.

I looked into his lustful stare and whispered, "It's so fucking hard."

We stood there in the middle of his bedroom, a room where I was sure he had fucked his late wife many times. My soft, gentle hands stroking his pulsing cock, his hands exploring my soft tits.

Ken moved one hand down from my chest and through the fabric of my gown, and the nearly non-existent material of my thong started massaging my cunt. I pressed my loins against his hand and urged him, "I love having my cunt stroked." I could feel the moisture inside my hot slit begin to flow as his fingers slowly teased the outside of my cunt.

Ken moved his free hand down to mine and pulled my hands away from his cock. He leaned forward and again kissed me deeply on the mouth, his tongue dancing across mine as he continued stroking my wet pussy with one finger.

He moved his mouth to my neck and kissed me softly there, then started kissing his way down across my heaving chest and my flat stomach, finally, as he knelt before me, he removed his finger from my cunt and kissed me there through the gown and thong. His hands moved to the shiny tab of the zipper at the bottom of my gown, and then he slowly drew the zipper up and opened the garment to the very top. Once the gown was open, Ken slipped his head under and started kissing my wet cunt through the flimsy thong.

I wanted his mouth on my naked flesh; I wanted to feel his tongue sliding through my wet lips and over my erect clit. "Take it off," I almost demanded.

Ken's fingers hooked over the thin straps holding the thong to my hips and quickly pulled it down my legs. I lifted one foot, and he slipped the garment off.

"Eat me," I said, urging him to place his mouth against my naked pussy.

I spread my legs further apart to give him access to my loins. He wasted no time tasting me for the first time, his tongue flicking at my hard clit and then sliding down between the moist lips of my cunt.

"Hmmm," Ken moaned as his tongue lapped at me.

I wanted him deeper inside me. "Lay down on the bed," I suggested.

He rose to his feet and moved quickly to the massive bed, lying down with his head toward me. I followed him and slowly crawled up over his body so we could pleasure each other in a sixty-nine position. I pulled my gown off over my head, leaving me completely naked except for my stilettos. His hands moved up to my hips and drew my loins down toward his face.

"Yes, that's it; suck my hot wet cunt," I said as I settled down so his beautiful hard cock was in my face.

A moment later, his tongue lashed at my soaking wet gash. He licked along the swollen lips, nibbled at my erect clit, then finally pressed his mouth tight against me, probing inside with his tongue.

As I pressed my hips down firmer against him, I slid one hand up and grasped his raging hard-on. It throbbed in my hand and lurched at my mouth as I ran my tongue around the sensitive corona.

With my cunt pressed against his face, Ken mumbled something that sounded like, "Suck it!"

I parted my lips and took the head, massaging it with my soft lips and wet tongue. His cock tasted wonderful, and I was rewarded with a second droplet of pre-cum which tasted even better. As I pleasured the head with my talented mouth, his hips lifted some trying to press more of his beautiful cock inside my mouth.

His rock-hard erection is nearly nine inches long; I wanted every inch in my mouth and throat. I thought about letting him slip from my mouth and telling him I was going to swallow him, but decided actions would be better than words.

Ever so slowly, I started my oral plunge on his throbbing cock. Inch by beautiful inch, it slipped between my moist lips until the head wedged against the opening to my throat.

Ken moaned sinfully as I gently massaged the opening with his cock head. I felt his hips lift off the bed a little, knowing he wanted my throat surrounding his cock head.

A moment later, I gave him his wish, and his cock slipped through and into my throat. It fit perfectly in the curve, matching the angle of my throat. As my nose nuzzled into his scrotum, he moaned again, and his tongue probed deeper into my swollen wet cunt.

I lifted until his cock slipped from my lips and said, "I love deep-throating a beautiful cock like yours."

My lips circled his cock head, and I swallowed him entirely once again.

Ken pulled his mouth away from my dripping cunt and said, "You're the first to ever swallow me like that."

I knew that Ken's dear departed wife had never mastered her gag reflex to be able to throat his cock. Lifting off his cock again, I said, "You can throat fuck me if you like."

He answered me by placing his hands on my head. I opened my mouth wide and surrounded the head with my lips.

His hips lifted, then thrust up, driving his raging cock through my mouth and deep into my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my saliva glands went into overdrive as, again and again, he thrust up off the bed burying his incredible cock in my throat.

I slobbered all over his cock; streams of saliva flowed from me and coated his balls. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled my mouth off. "God fuckin damm, that feels so good," Ken said as I spit on his cock head.

It was clear to me that he loved having his cock sucked, and I knew that he would jump at the chance to use my mouth and throat like a sloppy wet cunt.

"I want you to throat fuck me harder," I said as I quickly slipped off him and spun around so I could lie down with my head at the edge of the bed.

He knew exactly what I wanted and stood up at the edge, his spit-coated cock in one hand. As I dangled my head over the mattress, I said, "I want you to cum all over my pretty face."

The look of total amazement on Ken's face confirmed that he was about to properly face fuck a woman for the first time.

I opened my mouth, giving him a target for his oral assault.

His cock head touched my extended tongue, then slipped beyond my lips. A moment later, he was engulfed by my throat, and as he pulled back the first time, he drew saliva with him. It cascaded over my lips and started running down toward my eyes. A second thrust inside caught me by surprise, and my eyes produced more oral tears.

"God fuckin damm," Ken remarked as he thrust inside my mouth a third time.

With every thrust, more and more of my saliva ran down my face and into my hair.

I loved the feeling of being orally abused like this and reached up to grasp his ass and pull him toward me.

He pulled back and paused for a moment, and I took the opportunity to encourage him further, "Fuck my face until you explode."

I wanted his cum, and I wanted him to watch as his cock spewed forth a massive load of thick sticky cum all over my saliva-coated face.

He thrust inside slowly a few times more, bringing himself to the edge of sexual perfection. "Take my hot cum load," he exclaimed just before his first hot wad of sauce shot from his cock. It splashed on my tongue, coating me with a salty thick beautiful wad of cock juice.

His second shot hit my lower lip and left a string of hot cum across my chin and between my big soft tits.

"Fuckin A," Ken exclaimed as he started jerking faster on his raging cock, giving me a puddle of hot cum in each eye. I reached behind and pulled him toward me, wanting his balls to finish inside my cum coated mouth.

Several more shots filled my mouth, and as he pulled out, I used my tongue to force his load over my upper lip, sending thick wads of cum across my eyes and mixing into my hair with my spit.

Ken was done; his balls completely emptied of months of stored-up sperm. He moved away and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at my messy face. I lifted my head and used both hands to smear his load evenly over my face.

I licked my fingers clean, and after swallowing him, I said, "Your cum tastes so good."

"That was fuckin incredible, Angel," Ken remarked.

I smiled and said, "We're only getting started."

I sat up, twisted to face him, and said, "Let me clean up, and then we can get started on round two."

He just smiled, grasped his semi-soft cock, and said. "I can't wait."

I slipped off the bed and headed for the bathroom; as I walked through the door, I glanced back at Ken sitting on the edge and slowly stroking his beautiful cock.

I closed the door and ran some warm water soaking a face cloth, then carefully cleaned every drop of spit and sticky cum from my face hairline and between my tits, then patted myself dry with a towel. A second cloth was moistened with warm water, and before returning to my man, I pulled the twist that held my ponytail tight and used my fingers to comb my hair out seductively around my face.

He was still seated on the edge of the bed, and his eyes widened as I entered the bedroom again. "You look so sexy," Ken remarked as I shook my head.

He was no longer stroking his cock; it stood fully erect above his loins. I opened the washcloth and slowly wiped the sweat from his face, chest, and stomach. As I knelt before him to cleanse his loins, I said, "I love oral sex, but now I want you to fuck me with this beautiful hard cock."

Ken shook his head in agreement as I carefully wiped his loins clean.

"Do you want to fuck my hot wet cunt, or how about my tight little ass, or maybe you want to mount me and fuck my big soft tits?" I asked.

He smiled and replied, "Yes." I assumed he wanted all three.

I continued offering options,( "You can fuck me missionary, doggy, or reverse cowgirl."

His smile hadn't left his face, and he said again, "Yes."

I grabbed his stiff cock and said, "What's your pleasure, Mr. Sacks?"

Ken thought for a moment, then said, "Kneel on the edge." His hand patted the bed next to him.

Knowing what he wanted, I grinned and followed his instructions, placing my knees on the edge and letting my lower legs extend off the bed.

I flipped my hair to one side and looked over my shoulder as he stood up. Reaching behind, I used one hand to spread my cunt lips open, showing him to moist pink flesh inside.

"You gonna fuck my hot cunt first?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm gonna lick your hot cunt before I fuck it," he answered.

He knelt between my legs and moved forward, his lips and tongue pressing against my wet lips. I moaned softly as he probed my wet slit with his tongue and fingered my erect clit with a talented digit.

Ken continued his oral assault on me for far too long, and I finally had to plead with him, "Give me that beautiful hard cock."

He stood up, grasping his rock-hard erection with one hand, and used the second to spread my lips apart.

I waited for the first touch of his cock, for the feeling of having his cock head spread me open and slip inside my hot wet cunt.

It touched me and sent tingles through my loins, one hand, and then the other came to rest on my hips as he moved slowly forward until his cock head, that beautiful bulbous cock head, slipped inside.

"Yes, that's it fuck my hot cunt," I urged

I felt his grip tighten on my hips, and then, with one almighty thrust, he impaled me.

"OH FUCK!" I exclaimed as his cock head pounded against my cervix.

He pulled out completely, then drove himself home a second time, my cunt grasping at his rock-hard cock.

His cock filled me again and again, and my cunt responded by producing more and more fuck juices to lubricate the hot flesh of his awesome hard cock. He fucked me hard and fast for a very long time, then slowed his pace once he knew my loins were completely alive.

Each time he thrust inside, his cock head massaged my G-spot and then slammed into my cervix. "Fuck me," I encouraged.

My cunt was tingling, and that sensation quickly spread throughout my entire body. Every time he thrust slowly into me, it sent shards of pleasure shooting up my spine to my brain. This man, this incredible man, was giving me more pleasure than I deserved. I knew that it wouldn't be long before his astonishing technique would carry me to the pinnacle of pleasure and that my cunt would reward him with a soaking wet bath of orgasmic juices. With each thrust inside, I climbed another rung of the climactic ladder until I reached the top; my body convulsed violently as his rock-hard cock drove me to complete satisfaction, and my hot wet cunt flooded as I came.

"Yes!" Ken exclaimed as his cock was nearly drowned by my flow.

Our fucking took on a wet splashy sound as he continued pounding me with his hard cock through an incredible climax.

I could feel my juices flow from my slit and run down my thighs toward the bedspread I was kneeling on.

As my climax subsided, Ken's thrusts into me slowed. I collapsed my arms so my face and tits were against the bed, and my ass was sticking up at the incredible man standing behind me.

"Fuckin incredible," Ken finally said as he pulled out and watched as my cunt expelled even more juices.

A moment later, his hand was on my dripping cunt; he gathered my flow with his fingers and then used them to smear it around my tight sphincter. "Oh god, yes, please fuck my ass," I exclaimed.

He slipped his rock-hard erection inside my dripping wet cunt once to coat it entirely with my juices, then placed his hands on my ass and spread me open.

"Don't be gentle," I said as his hands pressed firmer against my ass cheeks.

His cock touched the tight ring of flesh, causing me to relax my sphincter involuntarily. "Give it to me!" I exclaimed.

Ken gave it to me in one slow thrust. His cock head spread me open and pressed inside my ass. Once there, he continued until his ball sack rested against my still-tingling cunt. "So tight!" Ken exclaimed as his rock-hard cock was entirely engulfed by my anal cavity.

I pressed my ass back toward him and said, "Use me; use me like your filthy dirty fuckin whore."

My words must have set him off because his grip on my hips tightened enough, so it was somewhat painful. He started pounding my tight ass harder and harder, slapping his ball sack against my cunt and filling my ass as wholly as he'd filled my cunt moments earlier.

I climaxed again as he continued his assault on my ass. Again and again, his beautiful cock pounded into me until I felt his cock swell, filling me even more.

"Cum inside my ass, fill my tight little ass with your hot sticky cum load!" I exclaimed. He growled like an animal as he did precisely that, pumping shot after shot of thick sticky cum deep in my ass.

"Oh god, it's so much cum," I said as his balls emptied themselves for the second time.

I could feel his load oozing out of me around the shaft of his cock and reached behind to collect some to taste.

As I licked his seed from my fingers, I said, "It tastes as good as the first load." He pulled out and again sat beside me on the edge of the bed. "You're fucking incredible," he said.

I clenched my ass muscles, forcing more of his thick load from inside, and gathered it with my fingers. Lying down beside him, I lifted my hand above my open mouth and let his wonderful-tasting cum drip onto my extended tongue.

Ken Sacks was an awesome fuck. Before the night ended, we showered together fucking in the warm cascade of water. He fucked me missionary when we returned to his bed and finished with his cock between my big soft tits giving me one final taste of his salty seed.

I left his home a little after three, completely satisfied, a little sore with a three grand tip in my purse. I was confident that I would, at some time in the future, enjoy his rock-hard cock again.