The Best Sex I Ever Had

Enrique would start putting a heavy emphasis on his words. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. My breathing was noticeable now. I would start to moan louder now, but not loud enough to arouse suspicion. When my heart would start to flutter, he could sense my delight. Then he'd tell me in a stern voice, "Penetrate yourself and let me hear it."

I would remove the phone from my ear and Enrique could hear it make its voyage down south to greet my sticky fingers. They're wet and gooey, the sounds sloppy and oh, so luscious. Little did I realize that he was turned on as well. I let him hear everything. As my fingers continued to dance, my pussy released even more lubrication. When I put the phone back to my ear, he would demand that I put it on speaker, so that he could hear everything, every pause, every breath, and every flick of my fingers. He would tell me to insert two fingers and I would. Then he'd tell me three and I'd do it, then four, and guess what, I'd do it. Reason why was because that's exactly how hung he was and how he would feel buried deep inside of my pussy.

I shook as he heard me stimulating myself. Now I was even more committed, knowing that someone was sharing my fantasy and was getting off the same as I was.

He knew that he could continue giving me orders but he would stop and let me finish what I started. Bringing myself to a climax wasn't my goal it was our goal.

I can't tell you how many of his loads I took in my pussy, how many times I deep-throated that uncut cock and it shot down my throat and occasionally in my ass. I would literally be dripping in sweat, juice, and cum and the sounds he made when he cummed were unforgettable. Actually his cock was the first one that I ever suck, I swallow and I loved it. I didn't plan on it at all. It just happened and was awesome. It certainly helped that Enrique had a fantastic cock, not too big, very smooth and to my surprise so yummy. I loved sucking it and of course he enjoyed every bob of my head. When he would groan in pleasure I'd know he was getting close but I'd just kept up the rhythm until I felt a warm rush that filled my cheeks as he exploded into a beautiful orgasm. It was fucking awesome.

Enrique demanded that I be ready for him always. His touch made my knees literally weak. I tried my best to keep the cum drained from him every day if possible. When he stayed the night, we'd be fucking, sliding, banging and hardly sleep.

Enrique didn't have a big cock at all, only about six inches but it was so beautiful. It was very veiny and dark- colored. And he had the juiciest, roundest reddish/purple head. His balls were thick and hung well below the base of his cock. Even though it was average size, I'll probably never be so completely and thoroughly fucked again in my life or made to feel like such a wanton princess. He wasn't the marrying kind. Hell, he already had a wife and he was fucking me. He wasn't good for the long term but he satisfied me and brought me out of my shy self to experience and explore sex like I never had before.

I loved to ride him and kiss him and take his cock from behind. At my apartment one day Enrique caught me getting out of the shower, grabbed my hair, and bent me over the bathroom counter. When I spread my legs for him, Enrique slid the head between my butt cheeks, between my lips and into my suddenly wet pussy. I moaned, "Oooh Yea," as he started gently pushing his hard cock into me. Bit by bit it slid in farther and farther until with one last push, it went all the way in.

I moaned, "Uuuugh," with pleasure as he thrust his cock in me. Then he grabbed my hips, digging in his fingers almost hard enough to bruise and fucked my brains out. Then after I'd had about three orgasms, he'd sit me on the side of the tub and started licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. It drove me so wild that I lay back with my knees in the air and my pussy in his face. I'd sucked his cock and Enrique repaid me by cumming all over my face.

Sometimes he would come over and rip my panties off and fuck me right away, often holding me by the hair and even surprised me by holding a knife to my throat in the dark when he thought I was seeing another man. I wouldn't allow that today, but then it was sexy to feel so owned, so possessed. God I miss that kind of fucking. I miss the ache between my legs the next day.

There was nothing that Enrique wouldn't do. He even liked public sex. I think it gave him a feeling of power. For light amusement, when we were out driving, he'd let truckers watch as I spread my legs and he played with my pussy. Several times I've sucked him off in the car at the gas station with the attendant getting an eye full while he washed the front windshield. Sometimes I'll wear a loose skirt with no panties and we'll go to the grocery store. As we'd walk around, if no one were looking Enrique would have me lift my skirt and finger myself than lick my finger. And I've blown him more time than I can count in the men's restrooms at places like Denny's, Mickie D's and Jack-N-Box. Enrique would check out the restroom to be sure that the coast was clear. If there's no one in there, I'll duck in and go into the handicap stall. I'd usually sit on the commode while Enrique stood in front of me and fucked my mouth. Several times unsuspecting guys have came in and used the urinal while I was giving Enrique a blowjob three feet away on the other side of the partition that separates the urinals and commodes and they never realize what was going on.

A couple of times, Enrique thought that it would be funny to leave me in there while a guy was using the urinal. I'd have to squat down on in the commode so they wouldn't see my feet under the partition and hope they don't open the stall door. Then sneak out after they were gone.

One time Enrique was so aroused, that he was almost ready to shoot by the time the stall door closed. Before I could even open my mouth, his balls exploded, spewing cum all over my face, in my hair, on my coat, and even in my ear. You name it and Enrique hit it. It was the biggest load I've ever seen. Then he slapped me across the face with his limp cock a couple of times, called me, "A cunt," wiped his cock off on my coat and left.

I think the guy that was using the urinal knew what was going on, because as soon as Enrique was gone, the guy joined me in the stall. Knowing the trouble and the embarrassment I'd have if I were caught, I never said a word. I just unzipped the guy's pants, took out his cock and gave him the most incredible blowjob that he'd ever had. When I ducked out, I left him in a euphoric stupor leaning again the wall in the handy-cap stall.

Getting out of the restroom unseen was easy. The hard part was walking all the way through the store with wet cum in my hair and smelling like a donation from the sperm bank. I was so embarrassed that I hurried to Enrique's car and made him drive me straight home so I could clean up. These experiences were always confusing for me. Not only were they degrading and completely humiliating, but they were physically dangerous as well. So why then when I engage in one of Enrique's little indiscretions? Because I cummed like crazy. I'd cum so many times that as I was leaving the story, anyone that chose to look would have seen the huge wet spot covering my crotch. My pants were so wet that it looked like I 'peed' my pants.

That lasted a few years and to this day I think about it. Enrique was the first man to make me cum while fucking.

The end...