Written by Julie

Fact
29 Aug 2013


I have had a fantasy of being fucked by men with large cocks for about 3years. By large I mean bigger than my husbands 7 inches, more like 10 or 12 inches and very thick. I know they exist after seeing a male stripper with a massive cock at least that large, at a hen party and being persuaded to try and suck it. I managed to take the bulbous cock head in my mouth, imagining what it would have felt like in my pussy. In my fantasy he undresses me and fucks me there and then in front of everybody.

That's how my fascination with huge cocks started, though that's all it remained, other than buying myself a couple of large dildos which Matt, by husband knew I used and a massive 18 inch one that I keep hidden. I only use the massive one when he is away, and really want to feel my cunt filled and stretched, usually whilst watching online porn, which always involves guys with huge cocks, fucking women in all their holes.

Being married I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to fulfil my fantasy until something happened in 2011. Matt works in sales and travels a lot and in spring 2011 a new sales manager was appointed. Steve, the new manager made a point of going out with each of the reps. It was after he'd gone with Matt that I discovered that Steve was very well endowed. Apparently they'd shared a room like when he'd gone with the other reps and as a result Steve's cock was the talk of the office and they'd nicknamed him “Donkey Dick”

“Just how big is his prick?” I asked trying not to sound to interested when he first told me. “Ten inches at least, probably more, at a guess. I could hardly stare or measure it” he replied. “No guy can have a cock that big” I said making an effort to sound disbelieving. “Honest, its got to be close to a foot long and probably as thick as your wrist. No wonder he's not married or got a girlfriend. You should see the size of it” I wish I could I thought to myself as he continued, “I almost feel sorry for him. I doubt if any woman could manage to take him” he laughed. I bet I could and I'd love to try I thought to myself, realising that my pussy was very wet, just from imagining getting my hands on a cock that size. Though I'd never met him, Steve became a frequent subject of my fantasies when I was masturbating from then on.

It was at a barbecue in the large garden of one of the directors, a few weeks later that I met Steve for the first time. He was tall and slim, quite good looking, around forty years old, ten years older than me. I'm a slim size 8/10, small breasted, 32b if you're interested, have a nice figure, which I keep in trim by swimming regularly. Sometimes I shave my pussy, usually for our holiday, but normally I shave around my pussy and leave a triangle of trimmed pubes on my mound .

A warm day, I was wearing a shortish thin cotton white dress, with just a tiny lace string underneath to the barbecue. I recognised Steve from Matts description, noticing him chatting to a couple of the reps. What I notice more was he was wearing shorts, not tight but enough to show a noticeable bulge. We were introduced, he seemed friendly, chatting to us. All I could think of was his cock. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter, the string slipping between my labia in to my gash and my nipples stiffening and poking out, a fact that Steve didn't miss. He went to circulate, catching me looking at him several times, once staring at his crotch. I was so turned on that I excused myself, went into the house, locked myself in their bathroom, hitched my dress up, pulled my string down, kicking it off. I sat on the edge of the bath, masturbating for several minutes until I came. Some one knocked on the door as I was wiping my thighs and pussy, so I stuck my string in my bag and returned to the party, naked under my dress.

It was evening, a few people had left, I couldn't see my husband but Steve was sitting by himself next to the patio doors. He smiled at me so I picked up my drink and walked towards him. He was looking at me but not my face. What had caught his interest became clear when I glanced at my reflection in the glass doors next to him. The bright late evening sunlight was shinning through my thin dress, revealing not just my legs but the small V shape of my dark trimmed bush just above my gash, and the lighter area between my legs. It left little to the imagination or no doubt that other than the V the rest of my pussy was shaved. If I hadn't had several glasses of wine and was feeling a bit drunk I'd probably have turned and fled. Instead I continued towards him until I was a few feet from him, standing with my pussy level with his eyes. I asked if he minded me joining him. He offered me his chair and moved to sit in the low wall in front of it.

With the wine I'd drunk, the hot sun, the excitement of having just brought myself off in the bathroom and the thrill of being with him alone, I misjudged how low the chair was and sort of fell into it, splashing wine on my dress and accidentally let my legs part exposing my pussy to him for several seconds. It was white wine luckily so didn't stain but made the thin material transparent. Most of it was in the area covering my tummy and pussy, dark pubes and the top of my gash clearly visible. I leant over grabbed my bag, my legs parting, flashing my pussy again, for probably 15 or 20 seconds, in my haste and as I got more flustered. Searching for tissues, my string fell out and dropped to the ground. I finally found some tissues, suddenly realised my pussy was exposed again, quickly closing my legs, not daring to look at him. Dabbing the wine off my dress, mumbling apologies, I was convinced he thought I'd done it deliberately. He watched, and when I looked up it was a relief to see him grinning and trying not to laugh.

I soaked most of it up, sure the rest would dry quickly, apologised again. He laughed, told me not to worry he'd enjoyed the view, joking I was the only wife there whose natural hair colour he was certain of. “Though I wouldn't mind another look to make sure” he finished. He saw the surprise on my face, but I didn't refuse or get up to leave, which encouraged him to try again. “Go on give me another flash, no one can see, everyone’s gone around the side of the house, behind you” I looked towards the high hedge. I could hear voices but not see anyone. The drink and devilment took hold, combined with my desire to see his cock. I shuffled my bum to the edge of the seat, my dress rucking up under me. I pulled the front of my dress above my pussy to show him my trimmed mound. He licked his lips, eyes darting over to the corner of the house. “Show me your cunt again” he demanded. I opened my legs just a little, enough for him to see my slit. He put his hands on my knees, “Open your legs wider so I can see your cunt properly” I hesitated, but couldn't resist when he moved his hands, spreading my legs as wide as they'd go. I could feel the cool air on my wet sex. I didn't need to look to know that as he'd spread me, my pussy lips had parted, opening like a flower and that my cunt was gaping open, pink, wet and slippery with my juices.

He looked up at me, “You've been playing with yourself haven't you? Did you cum?” I blushed and nodded, unable to speak, in shock at displaying my sex to a guy I'd only just met and admitting to him that I'd been masturbating. He began sliding one hand up my thigh, “I love Sluts. Does Matt watch you being fucked or is it your secret, fucking guys when he's away?” he asked. “This is the first time” I told him, gasping as his fingers touched my wet hole. “Please don't someone might see” I whimpered. “Don't worry I'll stop if anyone comes, anyway your hidden by the wall” he assured me, slipping two fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out. Things had gone to far for me to stop him even if I'd wanted too. I began to respond, moving my hips, sliding my bum off the edge of the seat, taking his fingers deeper into my soaking wet cunt, my own fingers finding my swollen clitoris.

He pulled his fingers from my cunt and licked them tasting my juices, while I continued masturbating. He leant forward, lowered his head between my legs and ran his tongue along the length of my gash from close to my bum hole to my clitty. It felt wonderful. He raised his head, licking his lips, told me my pussy tasted delicious and to go and sit on the wall with my legs over the other side. There was a 5 foot drop, he jumped down, the sun was setting, we were in deep shadow, hidden from view. I pulled my dress up to my waist, this time spreading my legs willingly offering my pussy to him. He put his hands on my thighs, using his fingers to open my cunt he lowered his head again, sucking, kissing and licking my pussy. I put my hand on his head, holding him against my sex, as nibbled and sucked my hard clit bud. I began grinding my cunt against his mouth when I felt his wonderful tongue probing my fuck hole, the tip flicking my clitty every few seconds.

Three, maybe four minutes and I was close to climax, humping my cunt on his face, groaning quietly with delight when I felt a wet finger touch my bum hole then sliding up my arse. That sent me over the top, though I was still aware enough of the danger of being caught to bite my lip to stop myself making to much noise as I had and an intense, shuddering orgasm. While I recovered he climbed the steps back onto the patio, picked up my mobile and before I could stop him he took a photo of me with my skirt still around my waist, legs open, pussy gaping and sent it to his own mobile as a memento, promising he wouldn't show anyone. I was much less concerned when I looked later, before deleting it because my face was in shadow and virtually unrecognisable.

I stood, rearranged my dress, sat back in the seat, finishing my wine to calm myself. I still hadn't seen or even felt Steve's cock. I was desperate to know if it was as massive as my husband had claimed. Steve sat on the wall, I tried to see if his cock was hard, but in the gloom I couldn't see so decided to ask him. “Is it true you've got a huge cock?” I asked. He laughed, “Matts told you my nickname then? Its true” “How big is it then? I asked. “About 12 ½ inches when I’m really hard” he claimed. I was desperate to see it and asked him to show it to me. He laughed and said he'd show it me another time, when he intended to fuck me. I begged just for a little peek and bent forward and tried to pull the waist of his shorts down. He was saved by Matt calling my name, saying it was time we went home and fortunately the wall hid what I'd been trying to do. I picked up my bag, couldn't find my string. Matt was waiting by the house, I leant closer to Steve and whispered “I want your cock. I'm not going to give up” then more loudly how nice it had been to meet him, wishing him goodnight. As I turned to leave he quietly said he'd ring me in the week. No doubt when he knew when Matt would be away..

Matt was pleased I'd got on so well with his new boss and that it might be good for his career if I was friendly with him. I fully intended to be much more than just friendly!!!

The wait for his phone call seemed interminable. Matt left for work on the Tuesday morning and wasn't going to return until Thursday or possibly Friday. I must have checked my mobile every few minutes at work that day in case I'd missed his call. I was feeling quite despondent when I got home, frustrated that I might never get to see his cock or be fucked by him, wondering not for the first time in the last few hours whether he'd told anyone that Matts wife had flashed her pussy at him and that I'd let him go down on me.

It was at about quarter to seven when my mobile finally rang and about an hour or two later that, although I didn't know it at the time, I took the first steps on my journey to becoming a Slut.

This seems a good place to stop for today. Leave a comment to let me know if you want me to continue and if you do I'll post again in a few days.


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