A real man fucked me

Just a woman who's been eaten by an actual man after all these years always on the basic, what am I talking about? Not just penetration but being treated like a whore used and abused in every hole experiencing such great pleasure that it feels as if you are going to die or go crazy from carrying so much stick fingers and tongue.
I've been married for five years to a man that I love and with whom we have two beautiful children, but after all this time together it is only natural that the desire diminishes and you get tired of routine. For a long time I dreamed of this, it was when after almost one year working in real estate that I met someone, the kind of man who puts his eye once and desires himself like a thirsty animal.I have always liked vulgarity and baseness but with this man I wanted to extend all the limits of my imagination ended up being fascinated by him. A man who seemed to have an incredible stamina and experience , discreet and very attentive in dealing with women . I wanted that man for myself but didn't know how, so I started making excuses to be able to talk with him or see him... ..I confess I was very curious by the attitude and firmness he transmitted me.
He had a combination of kindness and malice that moved me too much.
I was looking forward to our meeting, afraid that it would be the first time I'd betray my husband.
I hesitated a lot, thinking he might be crazy or twisted. But building up courage and convincing myself that I'd never get another chance, I would go to this meeting believing it was the only one.
He was an engaging, experienced, intelligent and very seductive man a danger to a needy wife full of desires to be fulfilled I am 28 years old, fair-skinned with normal appearance 1.56 inches tall desperate for good sex
The male was so persuasive and talkative that he made me go to him (I told my husband I would visit my mother) we went to a "hotel" a safe place at an unobtrusive time according to my future lover, we could meet without danger for both of us (after all we were both married) and with total freedom not to continue beyond friendship if we didn't like each other.
With my hard-on restrained, I think I'd grab him if he tried to run away from me.
Alone and horny, we fell into each other's mouth while he undressed me and dragged me to bed. We kissed and cuddled the whole time. He turned his back on me, kissed my neck, took little bites of food, called me a whore, piranha; slapped me in the ass and I loved it.
He bent down and kissed my ass, then he put his tongue in a little mouthful which made me delirious with pleasure.
I was mad to suck his cock, which kept coming at me all the time. I did everything in my power to touch it. I bent down and couldn't resist any more... started breastfeeding as much as possible. Swallowed everything, took out, sucked quickly, kissed only her head, licked a bag of hairy big balls, put my tongue around its dick and let him fuck my little mouth.
I wanted to suck as much of it as possible, put everything inside me and feel it on my tongue.
All this is always stimulated by him, my macho man calling me a whore, tramp and saying I'm an asshole and my husband horn. I had no idea how excited he would get to say these things to me. I sucked until he made fun of it in my mouth. I couldn't resist swallowing the whole thing; all that hot little shit.
The bastard even asked me what my asshole husband would think of me if he saw the little straight woman who can't moan or talk dirty. What a strong, strange craving I felt when I heard that!
After my first of many orgasms, the caresses and sucking continued. He called me a piranha and slapped on me asking that I would suck him any way he wanted and I loved it because there was in my mouth what I had been waiting for so long. Doing 69 over me, he fell from his mouth into my little cheek. What an angry tongue! He drew the lips of my vagina, went back and forth like a bullet train to her bottom, drooled and bit my cricket without stopping, he stuck a strong bastard finger down my throat. Enjoyed it till I ended up in a pool of my own sweat.
Then he ordered me to lie down and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers. He put it in and took it out forcefully... I felt a mixture of pain and hardness. In fact, I didn't even know exactly what I was feeling but did not want him to stop. I was wetter than ever before.
At one point, I couldn't take it anymore and begged him to stop but he didn't give a damn.
I felt so open and free, but still very horny. l moaned and begged him to slow down... ..and he told me that I was his whore. I enjoyed it like a madwoman all the time: when he touched me, when I touched him, when his hand was in my pocket making strong and intense movements, or when he had put his fingers into both of my holes at once.
He ordered me to stand on all fours and put his whole hand back into my upturned pocket, he kept putting his fingers in my ass. I was exhausted and couldn't bear it any longer... Without giving him a break the ruthless son of a bitch turned me belly-up and continued thrusting the entire stick onto my leathery shovel without mercy like a hungry lion. It didn't take long for him to throw both my legs under his shoulders. I could feel that rod now hard and full of veins going deep inside me hammering at my uterus. He looked like a fucking machine, biting my neck, licking my mouth, slapping me in the face, calling me an ordinary piranha, slut and other pamperings that made me groan even louder. That stubborn man managed to turn me on its head after four without taking his fuck out of my bucket. And he still accelerated more and more. The lining of my skirt was burning as if it were live flesh. Pain and desire mixed together, my legs were wet, I was completely finished, almost crying but could not weep because deep down I loved this real blow from pica. He kept it up for almost an hour until he exploded deliciously, screaming in my ear with his teeth stuck into the back of my head killing me from pleasure. I never thought that I would be able to endure so much stick on my little mouthpiece, was surprised by myself.
He kissed me, we took a shower but only exchanging caresses and soon afterwards we went back to bed where we were fondling and kissing each other.
The worst (or best) was about to begin now. "My real bitch ordeal", in the delicious words of that hairy bastard.
He threw my legs up, literally turning me on his head in the bed. Standing, that bastard came down hard cock all at once, inside of my shredded ass. Without time to breathe he began a hallucinatory wobble. The more I asked him out because of pain, the more it put Me entreating between screams and howls and shouts to at least go slower, the faster he accelerated. To my despair and certainty that this male had turned an attendant wife into a raving whore, my cocky puppy started radiating pleasure throughout my body. I began to twitch so much that he jammed his fingers into the bottom of my shovel to firmly hold my body in this uncomfortable position, which made me even crazier.
People, I enjoyed that hour as never before in my life. My body trembled from within. A deep, strong, powerful joy to the full lungs of those who seem to have no end. Something not even in my most secret dreams thought was possible! I got soft but the male was insatiable. He pulled his stick out of me with a single movement and put me on all fours and stuck it back into my butt. And continued its sway until he satisfied himself with an ample spat, which he started on my ass and ended up on my face. It was so fucked up that I went crazy with pleasure. I came home broken, in pain, all scarred but happy, smiling from ear to ear and sure of having been eaten as every woman dreams and deserves.
We started seeing each other more and better, and even now when we're not together I think about him fucking me all the time just to hear his voice on the phone I get all wet and crazy for fun, until when tranced with my husband is in that bastard who I think...For what would be a single date