Ready and Submissive

We were both rocking gently, which caused the cock he had pressed up the small of my back to rub suggestively up and down. I moaned in anticipation of having it inside me. It was long and thick as I had discovered when I’d knelt before him just inside the door of the suite and took it in my mouth. I had been surprised then. A man his age, with a gold bead cock piercing. But I liked the way it clicked on my teeth when I sucked him.

That was a difference with Rupert. If anything, Rupert was on the under average size. I think that’s what had led to me being with the black football player, Jackson, and all of the ones before him. They were hung. All of them. I hadn’t cheated on Rupert with any man who wasn’t hung. Rupert was comfortable as a living mate, but I preferred hung for serious sex, I guess. I wanted the sensation of accommodating all of that. It was OK with Rupert, but sometimes I just needed a big cock inside me. Rupert said I was loose and submissive. Maybe so, but he had to be horse hung.

This man—the man with the gray eyes—was horse hung. And then some. And he had a gold bead in his cockhead.

So, that was two erogenous buttons for me—being hung and palming my bare belly. This guy in the honeymoon suite pushed all my buttons.