MasterPC Ch. 01

"Darla, I've really enjoyed meeting you and I'd like to get to know you better. But I can't do that sitting in this steak house, regardless of how dimly lit this corner is. I'd like you to come back to my hotel with me. I believe I can give you what you came to AFF for in the first place. I'm of an age where beating around the bush seems like a waste of time, so pardon me if I seem a little too direct."

For a moment, he believed that he was about to go down in flames. But, then, a slow smile appeared on Darla's face and she squeezed his hands in hers.

"You know, David, it's really refreshing to meet a man who's not all 'what do you want to do, Darla,' 'what do you like, Darla,' -- god that passive aggressive thing drives me crazy. David, I find you very attractive for some reason and I'd love to come back to your room with you."

"Good."

David signaled for the check, which he paid. He pulled out Darla's chair for her and helped her into her coat. Then he took her arm and they went out the door and into the street.

"Where's your car?" He asked.

"I took a cab. I get lost every time I try to drive downtown and I didn't want to be late."

"No problem, we'll take my car then."

They walked arm in arm to the parking garage just down the block where his car was parked. He opened the passenger side door of his 05 Deville and helped Darla in. Then he went around and got behind the wheel.

Darla pushed up the arm rest and slid over close to him on the split bench seat. "Before we go back to your hotel, I need to do something."

He turned to face her. She took his head in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers for a kiss. She was a good kisser. So was he. The kiss lasted for about a minute.

"Do I pass," he asked quietly, smiling.

"Mmmm...with flying colors. If you do other things as well as you kiss this is going to be a great night for both of us."

"Then let's get going," he said, chuckling.

"We'd be fools not to," Darla replied.

Five minutes later they were in the elevator heading up to his room on the fifth floor. He put his arms around her and kissed her again. He kissed her thoroughly, deeply, and passionately. By the time the doors opened, she was moaning and pressing her body against him.

They walked quickly down the hallway and he opened the door. She went in first. He followed and set the security locks behind him. When he turned, Darla already had her coat off and was pulling her dress over her head. She stood before him in pantyhose, a bra, and her high heeled pumps. Her body was everything the black dress had promised. Her large breasts were barely encased by her bra. Her long legs were shapely and nicely displayed in sheer black silk.

She was wearing a grin that would have looked good on a shark contemplating a school of mackerel.

"I want to know something."

"What would you like to know, Darla?"

"I want to know if that ruler picture was real or fake."

"Only one way to find out."

Darla stepped to him and began to undo his pants while he divested himself of jacket and tie, not bothering to hang anything up. By the time he started unbuttoning his shirt, Darla had his pants around his ankles and was pulling his underwear carefully over the bulge beneath the silky fabric.

One hand went deftly inside the shorts while the other pulled the waistband away from his belly (which she seemed not to notice at all). Her eyes were gleaming in the light from the desk lamp -- the only light he'd left on when he left the room several hours earlier. Her hand found his cock and she lifted it free of his black silk shorts.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she gasped. "You weren't kidding."

Without waiting for an invitation she popped the head of his mighty missile into her mouth and began to lick and suck on it. She couldn't get more than the first third of it in her mouth at first but it wasn't for lack of trying.

"Easy Darla. Easy -- take your time," David said, laughing. "Help me get out of the rest of this rig before I fall over,"

Darla reluctantly released his cock, giving it a long smoldering look as she did so, and helped him get out of his pants, shoes, socks, and undies. Soon, he was naked in front of her, his cock jutting out proudly like the bow spirit of a clipper ship.

"One of us is over dressed," he said, in a low voice.

Stepping away from the pile of clothing at his feet, David lifted Darla to her feet and reached around her with one hand, unfastening her bra. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her again, feeling her tits against his chest and grabbing two handfuls of her pantyhose covered ass. Her arms went around him as their kiss deepened.

"David, please," Darla gasped as the kiss broke, "fuck me. Fuck me right the hell now."

He looked down into her face (not too far down -- in her heels she was nearly as tall as he was) with a wry grin and said, "What, no foreplay?"

She punched him in the arm and then broke the embrace. Darla quickly moved to the bed and nearly tore her pantyhose off in her haste to be naked. Her shoes went flying and the pantyhose were soon a puddle of silk on the floor.

"Don't take off the panties yet," David asked as Darla reached for the thin strand of fabric that did duty for a waistband of the thong she wore. "Turn around for me. I want to see you."

Darla stood and put her hands on her cocked hips. David whistled through his teeth. "Turn for me, baby. Show me what you've got," he whispered.

Slowly, Darla turned completely around, looking over her shoulder as her back faced him. "Are you looking at my bum," she asked in a fake British accent.

"Looking? No. Staring? Yes. And, I think we'll toss in ogling for good measure."

David walked up to her and tossed Darla onto the bed. He reached down and practically tore the thong from her body before joining her.

"On your knees, Darla. I want you from behind."

"Ooooo...doggie is my favorite position. Give it to me David. Give me that big dick."

Darla was quickly on her knees, her ass pointed directly at the object of her lust. David worked his way up behind her, staring at the junction of her thighs where her sex glistened with the dew of desire, the lips of her flower opening and closing like a mare in heat. He gripped his cock in one hand and put his other on her hip for balance. Placing the head of his cock against Darla's pussy lips he rubbed up and down her slit, lubricating his dick with her pussy cream.

She moaned as she felt the head of his mighty truncheon begin to invade her pussy portal and she gasped as the mushroom cap slipped inside of her.

"Oh my god...that thing is huge," she gasped as more and more of his meat pushed her flesh aside to make room for itself.

David had never experienced anything like this in his life. Darla's pussy was a boiling cauldron of lust, and it was like a velvet vise around his new and improved manhood. He pushed it into her slowly -- he wanted to savor the sensation and he didn't want to hurt her. She was moaning constantly as she felt the invasion continue.

"Push back against me baby," David said.

Darla didn't respond verbally, but she pushed her hips back against him until she'd taken all the cock she could for now. There was still about three inches left to go.

"Fuck me," he said.

Darla began to rock her hips, impaling herself on his spear and then releasing it. Each time she went a little deeper -- just fractions of an inch -- until his balls touched the very top of her sex. She stopped, grinding herself into his groin, moaning in pleasure as he smoothed out every wrinkle of her inner chamber. He occupied every cubic centimeter of Darla's vaginal canal. The feeling was indescribable. The additional surface area of his cock had given him an equally enlarged number of nerve endings to absorb pleasurable sensations. He was in bliss, and judging by the clenching of Darla's pussy and her squeals of pleasure, so was she.

David gripped Darla's hips in both hands and began to be an active participant in the dance of Eros. He thrust his hips as he pulled hers toward him forcefully impaling her on his cock again and again. She grunted as each thrust bottomed out in her pussy. As he picked up speed her grunts began to merge into one long groan of pleasure.

"Yes!" she chanted with each stroke. "Yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...yes...fuck... fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...make...me...come...make...me...come...makemecome... makemecome...makemecomemakemecomemakemecomemakemecome...commmmmm mmmmming!

As David felt her go over the edge into orgasm he picked up the pace of his thrusts, one part of his brain noting that he would never have had the stamina to fuck a woman like this just 24 hours earlier, pushing Darla higher and higher into sexual bliss and feeling his own pleasure mounting along with hers. He decided to let himself come with her, knowing he could summon many more erections before the night was finished.

"Coming!" he grunted as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen (no sperm -- he'd had a vasectomy years ago) into her love grotto in a series of powerful blasts. Feeling David's cock jerk and spit within her drove Darla through another series of rapid fire climaxes, leaving her panting and weak with exertion. Her whole body trembled. She fell forward onto the bed. David followed her down and pulled Darla into the spoon position, his cock sliding neatly back into her sheath as they lay together enveloped in the afterglow of good sex.

"Whew...that was intense," David said as he kissed the sweaty flesh on the back of Darla's neck.

"Intense? That was mind blowing," she replied as her breathing started to return to normal.

"I hope you're not one and done, Darla," David said certain that she wasn't.

"No way, baby," Darla said, squeezing David's cock with her PC muscles. "My god...you're still hard," she gasped, feeling that he'd lost neither length nor firmness after his climax. "Are you sure you're for real? Am I dreaming?"

David cocked his hips, thrusting into Darla's well creamed cooze. "Does this feel real?"

"OH!" she gasped. "I don't care if it's real or not as long as it keeps on fucking me."

"Wish granted," David said, beginning a series of almost leisurely strokes in and out of Darla's passion pit. He reached around her body with one hand and simultaneously stroked her delightful breasts and nipples.

"Mmmmm...this is nice," she said, enjoying the easy stroking of David's massive missile and the gentle ministrations of his hand on her breasts.

Darla shuddered as a series of small orgasms swept over her -- nothing like the cataclysmic climax she'd experienced earlier, but intensely pleasurable.

"I want to lick your pussy," David whispered in her ear. "I want to taste you. It's the dessert I've been craving all evening."

David's words wound their way into Darla's brain and shot directly to her clitoris which protruded, stiffly erect, from its hood at the top of her slit.

"Ohhhhh...god...I don't want you to stop fucking me..."

"Don't worry, baby, I'm going to fuck you some more. You'll be walking rather awkwardly by morning darling -- you can depend upon it."

Darla moaned in protest as she felt her pussy empty for the first time since David had shoved what felt like a baseball bat inside her. But she did not resist when David laid her on her back and spread her legs, pushing her knees up and back toward her chest. She was totally exposed to him and completely at his mercy. She whimpered a bit as that thought crossed her mind.

"Mmmmmm...this looks delicious," David murmured as he stared at the junction of Darla's thighs. Her crotch was a mess. His thick semen and her own secretions dribbled out from between a pair of very swollen labia, angry red in color from their recent use and gaped wide open revealing the depths of her pussy hole.

David gripped her thighs right at the tops of her ass cheeks and pushed her legs back farther exposing not only her wide open pussy but her asshole as well. Leaning in, he put his tongue right on the center of her anal opening and started licking his way slowly upward, lapping up every ounce of their combined juices as he went.

Darla's body was twitching as if she was connected to live electric wires of variable voltage. As David's tongue worked its way up to her thick outer labia she began to moan in pleasure. David took his time. This was, after all, his dessert and he wanted to savor every bit of it just as if it was a slice of his mother's pumpkin pie (with whipped cream, of course). Darla began to press her hips upward seeking greater contact with his teasing tongue, but David was having none of that. He held her in place and continued his oral examination of her most intimate erogenous zone.

When he had thoroughly lapped Darla's major labia David switched targets and began to trace the edges of her swollen inner lips with the tip of his tongue. Round and round he went teasing and tasting; smiling as he felt Darla squirming in his firm grasp. He carefully avoided her clit, which was now an angry pink knot of flesh peaking proudly from its sheath. Darla's hip movements were becoming more and more urgent as David's teasing continued. Finally, he decided to put her out of her misery.

Sliding two fingers into her sopping fuck tunnel, David began to saw them in and out, finger fucking Darla's pussy. Simultaneously David captured her swollen clit between his lips and began to strum it with rapid movements of his tongue while applying gentle rhythmic suction.

The effect was explosive. Darla's hips came up off the bed with such force that David nearly lost his grip. Her body went rigid, back arched, every muscle taut, her mouth open in a silent, for the moment, scream. Then her hips dropped back to the bed and Darla let out a wail that David felt would surely bring in the police. David kept up his twin assaults with fingers and mouth as Darla's body jerked and shook. She put a pillow over her face and continued to scream through one powerful climax after another. This went on for about a minute.

"No more," Darla gasped as she pushed David away. "No more. Can't stand any more. Please. Oh my god it feels too good. Stop, please, David, stop," she sobbed.

David gave the proud flesh of Darla's pussy a last, lingering kiss, pulled his fingers from her quivering quim, and moved up Darla's trembling body to plant a pussy flavored kiss on her lips. Then he placed the two fingers so lately marinated in their combined sauces against her lips as well and watched as she licked them clean.

"Mmmmm...pussy juice and cum...my favorite cocktail," she murmured, her breathing beginning to approach normal.

"Where'd you learn to eat pussy like that," Darla asked.

"I watch a lot of lesbian porn," David said, wryly. "Girlfriends Films, mostly. Some Sweetheart Video -- Nica Noel is a heck of a director."

Darla looked at him as though he'd just spoken in tongues. "What?"

"Never mind. Let's just say I've picked up a few tricks along the way and leave it at that."

"OK," Darla said, still looking at him with an odd expression.

David rolled onto his back and lay with his head on a pillow, one arm under Darla's neck cradling her head against his chest. She reached down and began to gently stroke his half hard cock.

"God, I can't believe I took this beast," Darla said.

"Take it you did," David said in a rather poor imitation of Yoda.

She laughed and punched him in the side. Then she got up on one elbow and looked at David with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"When's the last time anyone gave you a decent hand job?"

"Never. Unless you count the ones I've given myself. In which case the answer is yesterday afternoon," David said, chuckling. "Very few people know how to give a good hand job."

"Well, you're in luck then, because it happens to be one of my specialties. And this cock looks just perfect for my talents. Got any lube?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. It's in that bag over there on the floor next to the desk," he said.

Darla scrambled off the bed, her tits bouncing, and went over to the desk. She unzipped the black Lands End bag.

"What are all these discs," she asked as she rummaged around looking for the lube.

"That's my collection of porn," David said completely without embarrassment.

Darla made a face.

"Where do you think I learned how to eat pussy so well," David said.

"Lesbo porn? Really? You learned to eat pussy watching lesbo porn?"

"Where better?"

She found the bottle of lube, and David was relieved as he thought about the butt plug and large rubber dick that were in the bottom of the bag -- he wasn't ready to give up all his secrets to this woman yet.

Darla crawled back up onto the bed and sat cross legged, Indian fashion, between David's legs. His cock, which had been semi hard rose to fully hard as he looked between those legs and saw her pretty, well fucked pussy, still leaking some of his precious bodily fluids onto the bed spread.

Darla flipped open the top of the lube bottle and grasped David's prick with her other hand. She poured a copious amount of the clear viscous fluid onto the head and upper shaft of David's erection. Satisfied that she'd used enough, she closed the top of the bottle and set it aside. Then, she took David's cock in both hands and began to slowly stroke up and down, squeezing her hands as she did so, twisting them back and forth, coating the entire surface of his cock with the slick substance.

Twenty four hours earlier, David wouldn't have had enough cock for her to hold with both hands. Now, however, there was a full ten inches for her to play with. David smiled as he watched her stare at his dick with a look of such total concentration that it was like she wasn't aware of another thing in the universe. Her tongue tip emerged from one corner of her mouth as she continued to work her hands up and down, up and down, faster and then slower, but always with a firm grip. His male monster was glistening with a thick coating of the slippery stuff that he always used to jerk off with.

This was, without a doubt, the best hand job anyone had ever given him in his entire life. It felt even better than when he stroked himself off -- probably because he was able to look at her while she did it, and the view was arousing to say the least. He was alone in a hotel room with a beautiful woman whom he had just fucked and sucked to a dozen or more orgasms and now she was sitting between his legs jacking him off. Life was good.

Darla applied more lube and then picked up the pace. Her hands stroked up and down. Her hands twisted back and forth. Her hands squeezed David's cock on every stroke. His hips were starting to move involuntarily. He was flexing his hips in time with her strokes. Well, sort of. He hadn't quite got the rhythm. She was smiling now, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him.

David was in ecstasy. His head was back. His eyes were closed. He was focused on those hands choking his chicken; the relentless pressure of those hands; up and down; round and round; faster and faster.

"I want you to come for me, David. I want you to shoot your load. Give it to me baby. C'mon...give it to me...give it to me...give it...give it...give it," she chanted softly as she worked his cock to a well lubed lather. David felt the orgasm begin deep in the center of his belly, and he had time to give one quick gasp of warning before the geyser erupted from Mount Dick.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGGGG!"

Cum was flying through the air. Darla was in her own little world of pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Shoot that stuff baby! Shoot it!"

She kept on stroking him. He grabbed her hands to stop her.

"Just squeeze it," he managed to gasp. "Just squeeze it. Easy, baby, easy."

Darla leaned forward and engulfed David's cockhead with her lips. He gasped as she sucked the last few drops of his cum from his now softening stalk. Then she began to lick the cum from his body until she'd gotten everything she could find. And, then, she lay full length on him and kissed him, pushing some of the cum she'd captured into his mouth with her tongue.