Chapter 1: Mason’s Cock
I'm Sarah, the girl you'd love to hate - because I'm that insatiable nympho who can get any man she wants, and she wants them all. I've got long blonde locks, light green eyes that are mesmerizing to look into, and a petite frame with curves that'll drive you wild. Don't let my innocent appearance fool you; I can turn up the heat faster than a disco ball in a packed bar.
Speaking of packed bars, that's where I found myself recently, dressed to the nines, scoping out potential playmates for the night.
I was perched at the bar, nursing a dirty martini, my eyes scanning the room.
And that's when I saw him - Mason, a tall and ripped stud, muscles rippling under his tight black T-shirt and dark denim jeans. He had a rugged jawline covered in stubble that looked like a man who knew how to handle his tools - both in and outside of the bedroom.
As I continued to ogle him, I couldn't help but let my mind wander to thoughts of what he was packing below the belt.
I've got an obsession with cock, and I love indulging my imagination in the most explicit detail, from the girth and length to the veiny texture and the way it throbs as I'm milking it for every drop of cum.
And, oh boy, did Mason have a cock worth fantasizing about. I just had to add this man’s cock to my catalog. So I approached him to flirt with every intention of getting fucked by him. "Hi, I couldn't help but notice you from across the room," I said, giving him the flirtiest smile I could muster.
"Well, now you're close enough that I can see the sparkle in those beautiful green eyes," he replied, a charming grin spreading across his face.
And just like that, I had him hooked.
“Let me buy you a drink,” He offered. I nodded, biting my bottom lip, my mind already wandering to what would come next.
As we sipped our drinks, our sexual tension rose, building with every glance and smoldering gaze. I reached out to touch his arm, my fingers tracing the outline of his bulging bicep.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my neck as he whispered, “You’re beautiful.” I moaned softly, pressing my body against his, feeling his hardness grow against me.
“Why don’t you take me into the fucking bathroom, I want to see what’s beneath these jeans,” I said rubbing my hands up his thigh. Mason didn’t hesitate, standing up and grabbing my hand, leading us into the dimly lit bathroom. Once inside, he pushed me up against the cold sink.
“I’d kiss you, but I’m married,” He said with the naughtiest fucking wink ever.
I love married cock. It means all they want is meaningless sex with me, no fucking strings attached. I could go a round without kissing, besides, it’s his cock I want not his lips. I grinned, running my hands up his solid chest. “Doesn’t matter to me, I’m here for that thick cock of yours.”
His eyes flashed with hunger as he reached down, running his hand over the bulge in his jeans. I licked my lips, my pussy already growing damp at the sight.
Mason moved quickly, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. I reached out, eager to get a better look. His cock was thick and long, jutting out from a nest of dark hair.
I couldn't help but let out a low moan as I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its velvety texture and the pulsing of blood beneath the surface.
"Fuck, you've got a beautiful cock," I breathed, my eyes locked onto it.
"And you're so fucking wet for me already, aren't you?" Mason growled, running his hand over my mound through my jeans. I nodded, my breath hitching as he applied pressure to my swollen clit.
I squatted to get a better look at it. When I get a new cock I spend a considerable amount of time looking at it, smelling it, and tasting it to get to know everything about it so I can add to my mental catalogue. Mason's cock was a thing of beauty. It was long, at least eight inches, with a thick, meaty shaft and a flared, mushroom-shaped head. It was a deep pink color, and the veins running along the length of it stood out prominently, pulsing with life.
I wrapped my hand around the base of it, marveling at its girth. I could barely close my fingers around it, and I loved the way it felt in my hand. It was hot and hard, and the skin was soft and smooth.
The head of his cock was large and round, with a slight indentation at the tip where the urethra was located. I ran my thumb over it, feeling the small slit and imagining the hot, salty taste of his pre-cum.
I leaned in closer, inhaling deeply.
His scent was musky and masculine, a mixture of sweat and cologne that made me even wetter. I couldn't resist anymore; I needed to taste him. My tongue darted out, swiping the bead of pre-cum from the tip of his cock.
"Fuck," Mason hissed, his hips bucking forward as he fed me more of his length. I moaned as I sucked him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him as deep as I could.
He tasted salty and musky, and I couldn't get enough.
"Fuck, Sarah, you're so good at that," Mason groaned, threading his fingers through my hair. I loved the feeling of him pulling on my locks as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, taking him deeper with each thrust.
With every pass of my lips, my tongue, and my hand, I made sure to feel every inch of that beautiful cock. The weight of it on my tongue, the feeling of it pulsing against my lips.
I loved the sound of his moans, the way the muscles in his thighs tensed as I took him deeper.
I looked up at him, making eye contact as I sucked him off, feeling the power of his lust wash over me. I loved being submissive from my knees, but I knew I wanted to feel him inside of me. I needed to feel that thick, long cock filling me up.
"Let me ride you," I said, pulling away from his cock with a wet pop.
Mason nodded, grabbing my hips and lifting me up onto the sink. He stepped between my legs, his cock grazing my wet core, making me shiver with anticipation.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy through my jeans.
I gasped as he undid my jeans, tugging them and my panties down in one swift motion.
He ran his fingers over my slick folds, spreading my wetness around before plunging two fingers deep inside of me.
I moaned loudly as he began to fuck me with his fingers, hitting that spot inside of me that made my toes curl.
"Yes, just like that," I breathed, my head falling back as I rode his hand.
Mason’s thumb began to circle my clit, adding to the spine-tingling pleasure building within me. I could feel my orgasm already starting to build, and I knew it wasn't going to take long.
But I wanted to wait, I wanted to feel him inside of me when I came. I wanted to feel that thick cock filling me up and stretching me out.
"Please, Mason," I whimpered, "I want you inside of me."
Mason didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his fingers out of me, and I watched as he guided his cock to my entrance. I bit my bottom lip as I felt the head of his cock push against me, my pussy throbbing in anticipation.
Mason teased me, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit, letting my wetness coat his shaft.
"Please, Mason," I begged, rocking my hips forward, desperate to feel him inside of me.
Finally, he relented, pushing all the way inside of me in one swift motion. I let out a loud moan as I felt him fill me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of me.
He groaned as he bottomed out inside me, I felt so good around his cock.
I wore a wicked grin as I began to move my hips in rhythm with his. "That's it, baby, fuck me," I whispered in his ear, my breath hot against his skin.
Mason's hips pistoned faster, our bodies slapping together as he plunged into me. My tits bounced with each thrust, my nipples hard as diamonds as I teased them through my top.
The bathroom was filled with the sound of our heavy breathing, our moans growing louder with each passing minute.
Mason's hips slammed into me, the force of each thrust pushing me further up the sink.
"Fuck, Sarah, you feel so damn good," he growled, his fingertips digging into the flesh of my hips.
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, my ankles locking together as I pulled him even deeper inside me.
"Harder, Mason, harder," I demanded, my pussy clenching around his cock as I took control.
Mason didn't disappoint.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer as he thrust harder and faster. Each push of his hips hitting me in that spot that made my vision blur and a primal moan to escape my lips. I could feel my orgasm building again, just the same as the first. But this time, it was bigger, stronger. It felt like a freight train barreling towards me, leaving nothing in its wake but pleasure.
"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted, my fingernails digging into the flesh of his back as I held on for dear life.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," Mason groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own orgasm neared.
"Don't you dare fucking stop," I gasped, throwing my head back and moaning as he hit that spot inside of me that made me see stars.
Mason's fingers dug into me, the sensation of our sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other only amplifying the experience.
I could feel my orgasm building, my toes curling as he drove into me, harder and faster. I was so close, so close to the edge.
"Fuck, Sarah, I'm going to come," Mason groaned, his hips stuttering as his orgasm hit him like a truck.
"Me too," I moaned back, my pussy clenching around his cock as I careened over the edge. White-hot pleasure spiraled through me, making my limbs tremble and a sharp cry to leave my lips.
My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I reveled in the waves of contractions pulsing around Mason’s cock.
Mason groaned, slamming into me one last time as he tipped over the edge, spilling himself deep within me. He stilled, his breathing labored and heavy as he emptied himself, filling me up with his release.
It was the hottest fucking feeling. I knew he was married, but there’s something naughtily exciting about bringing a committed man to pleasure.
Besides, I had no interest in keeping him – his cock was mine for the night, purely to sate my insatiable desires. I didn’t need to be cuddled afterward.
Mason pulled out from me with a groan, and I immediately missed the feeling of him deep inside. I looked down at the space where we were once connected, the slippery evidence of our act trickling down my thigh. Mason stepped back, his cock glistening with our mixed desires.
“Wow,” I whispered, still reeling from the intensity of the experience.
I hopped off the sink, my legs shaky as I pulled my underwear and jeans back on. I couldn’t help but feel satisfied as I looked down at the wet spot on my panties, a visual reminder of our dirty deed.
Mason tucked himself back into his jeans, a satisfied grin on his face. “No kidding,” he replied, his voice still hoarse from our intense bathroom quickie.
As we exited the bathroom, I couldn’t help the thoughts running through my mind. I loved the thrill of meeting a stranger and bringing them to intense pleasure.
There was a ding on my phone and I checked the notifications. The guy I was meeting at the bar had finally arrived.
“You want to hang out the rest of the night, maybe spend the night in my hotel?” Mason asked.
I showed him my phone’s screen. “I can’t, my date just showed up,” I said as we left the hall with the bathroom and entered the main bar area.
“So you are here to go on a date with a guy and decided to get that nasty little cunt filled just minutes prior,” Mason said with a grin. “Thanks for the incredible fuck,” I said before kissing his cheek. “I hope my date enjoys your sloppy seconds.” I said with a wink, my body humming from the release.
Mason chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “After that performance, I’m sure he will.”
My date, Blaine, stood at the bar, nursing a drink and I waved at him. Thank goodness he was as handsome as he profile page on the dating