Angela applied her makeup and smiled as she ran the pink lipstick across her lips. She wore red for years before Paul told her that pink made her look so much younger. She stayed with pink ever since. She wiggled herself into a sexy white sleeveless dress that hugged every curve. The hem fell five inches below the knee and showed no cleavage. The cut of the dress and her pushup bra did anything but hide her breasts, cleavage wasn’t needed. She chose a black pearl necklace and matching earrings to compliment her black leather pumps. She covered it all with a green double-breasted trench coat that tied at the waist. Her strawberry red French beret made the whole thing pop.
Angela looked in the mirror and said to herself, “Not bad. Not bad at all.”
She arrived at Piccolo’s at precisely eight o’clock. Punctuality was a big thing, with both her and her late husband. Mark knew this. He was already seated and had ordered a bottle of pinot noir, Angela’s favorite. Mark stood as she approached and said, “Wow, I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you look particularly ravishing tonight.”
Four hours later, her carefully planned outfit was strewn across her late husband’s best friend’s bedroom floor. All that remained were the pearls around her neck and the white Belgian lace that covered her longing wet pussy. A pussy that pined for something hard, something firm, something human. She ached for it.
She watched as Mark undressed. The foreplay was over, at least she hoped. He invited her back to his place for a nightcap and a few games of backgammon, something Mary, Paul, and Mark enjoyed. But Paul had been gone eight weeks and she was tired of being alone. She graciously accepted, but she had other things on her mind.
Angela pulled Mark into her as soon as he opened the door to his house. He was shocked, surprised, and turned on. He admired the curves that her dress so purposefully accentuated as she removed her coat. She tossed the green outer garment to his sofa and kissed him again. They made out all the way to his bedroom, knocking over a tabletop lamp in the process. Upon entering the bedroom, she turned around and demanded Mark to unzip her dress. She slid herself from it and wasted no time unhooking her bra. Mark had been looking down her tops for over ten years, and she knew it. And she really didn’t mind. She had sometimes fantasied about a threesome with him and her husband. It was time for Mark to finally get a look at them. She spun around and let her bra fall to the floor. He stared at her in amazement. Angela quipped, “Are you just going to stand their starting, or are you going to do something?”
He groped her, fondled her nipples, and pinched them. She returned a half-hearted moan. He kissed her neck as he played with her perfect breasts. She had enough of the kissing and the foreplay. Angela pushed him away and laid on his bed. With her elbow on the bed and her head resting on her hand, Angela looked at him and demanded, “Get those pants off already.”
Mark smiled and wiggled free from his dark denim. He came to the bed and laid beside her. Both were now only in their underwear. Angela reached down and touched him through his indigo cotton boxers. His cock was beginning to bulge, but not all the way hard yet. She stroked him through the cotton and looked into his eyes. Angela opened her mouth and said, “Kiss me.”
The two made out as she stroked him through his underwear. His hand wandered down her body and rested on the lace that hid her vagina. She gave his lips a long suck as she broke their kiss. Her hand slipped inside his boxers and she teased the tip of his cock with her fingers.
Mark, in a soft tone, asked, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Angela sharply replied, “Shut up and fuck me already.”
Her brashness both astonished Mark and turned him on even more. He pushed her onto her back, stood up and removed his boxers. She admired his cock. It had been forever since she had seen an erect penis. The curvature was almost perfect, and the head was bigger than most. She couldn’t wait to have it inside her. But first, she needed an oral fixation.
She crawled to the edge of the bed in a cat-like manner. Mark stood there, and watched, as she sexily made her way to the edge of the bed. Her mouth was open, almost salivating, as her bronze tits swayed back and forth. It was the sexiest sight he had ever seen. Angela was hungry. She got to the edge of the bed, put a hand around his waist, grabbed his ass, and pulled him toward her. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his mushroom-shaped sponge. He instantly became harder inside her mouth. She pulled him into her, taking his cock further down her throat. She gagged, as it had been a very long time since she had even attempted to give a blowjob. With her hands firmly grasping his ass, she pulled him back, and then pushed him into her again. She was fucking her mouth with his cock, while he just looked down on her. She loved it. As he went farther into her mouth, she gagged again. This time, when she let his cock escape the clutches of her lips, strings of saliva connected her mouth to the head of his penis. She stopped, for just a second.
Mark, looking down at her, said, “You don’t have to do that.”
Angela snapped, “Shut the fuck up and get back in my mouth.”
Realizing that she was there to fuck, and she didn’t mind it rough, he put his hand on her head and pushed himself back into her mouth. He moved his hips back and forth, making her take more and more. She tried to gag again and he just shoved his cock farther down her throat. She let him know that she liked it by smacking his ass and pulling him farther into her. Finally, his cock was all the way in. Her lips were at the base of his shaft and she felt his cock pulsating inside her mouth with every beat of his heart. She tried to gag and he held her down, making her stay there with his cock inside her for a few more seconds. Finally, when he realized he was closer to cumming than he thought, he pushed her away.
She choked a little and looked at him. Mark, towering over her, demanded, “Take off your fucking panties.”
Angela smiled, “Finally.”
She rolled onto her back, put her legs up in the air and slid off the white lace that protected her pussy. Her lips were swollen and hadn’t even been touched yet. She was remarkably turned on by her first taste of a cock in nearly a thousand days. Once her panties were removed, Mark pushed her legs together and high into the air; her feet pointed toward the ceiling. He looked down as he pushed her legs toward her face and admired the sight of her tiny pussy, glistening with sweet nectar, as it peeked at him from between her thighs.
Mark got onto the bed and pushed her legs even farther back. The yoga classes with her sexy Japanese instructor had made her very flexible. Her feet were nearly touching the pillow that her head was on when he finally teased her pink pussy with the tip of his cock. He massaged between her lips, almost taunting her with his one-eyed monster. Finally, he pierced her. A thousand days of tension was locked behind her flowery entrance, and he just released it. Angela let out a sexy shrill that could’ve woken the neighbors, had they been home. Mark slowly moved deeper inside her.
Angela exclaimed, “Fuck that hurts, but in the best of ways. I feel like a fucking virgin.”
Mark replied, “I’ll be gentle, at first. But then, your pussy is mine.”
Angela, in a panting voice, said, “Good, because I want you to fuck my brains out.”
After stretching her out and letting the initial pain subside, Mark did as she wanted. He grabbed her legs and used them as leverage as he penetrated her over and over again. After a while, he wasn’t even moving, he was just moving her. He pulled her into him and pushed her away, repeatedly. Her ass was off the bed as he vigorously used her body for his pleasure. Angela began to twitch and scream. Mark didn’t stop.
Angela yelled, “Goddammit don’t stop. I am going to cum all over you.”
“I’m not stopping until I fill you up. You’re my fuck toy for the night.”
“Fuck me harder, use me. Do whatever you want. Say whatever you want.”
“Such a good fucking whore. Now shut up and take it.”
Angela’s body was in orgasmic nirvana. She covered his cock with her cum as her eyes rolled back into her head. Mark could see the whites of her eyes, but that didn’t stop him. He fucked her harder. Finally, he exploded inside her. He dropped her legs and climbed on top of her as his cock pumped his precious white semen into her body. He collapsed onto her body and kissed her. She kissed him back and then turned her head away.
Mark, out of breath and panting, exclaimed, “Wow! Just wow. You are fucking hot!”
“That felt so fucking good. Sorry I attacked you.”
Mark laughed, “Don’t be. You can do that anytime.”
Angela sighed. Finally, Mark was able to catch his breath and rolled off her. She moaned as his cock exited her. Cum leaked from her pussy and onto his bed. Neither of them cared. He laid beside her, both of them stark naked and still breathing heavier than normal.
Angela whispered, “That was exhausting, but damn I needed it. I needed it bad. Thank you.”
“Glad to be of service,” Mark replied in a playfully sarcastic tone.
“Oh stop it,” she smiled as she kissed him.
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